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1 Trr- H H' VOLUME X. BRANDON, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 30, 184S. NUMBER 11. VOICE REEDOM VOICE OP FREEDOM. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT BRANDON, VT., BY V. C. CONANT. PRICE. One Dollar a year, in advance, to which 25 cents will be added lor every three months in which payment is delayed. TERMS OF ADVERTISING. For more than ten lines, 2 cents per line, for each insertion. Privilege of twcntyLlines for one year, 10 00. Legal advertising to be charged atlegal rates. HENRY & WELCH, Printers, By whom all kinds of Book and Joi Printing will be executed on short notice. V o 1 1 r jj. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BRIDAL. BY BARKY CORNWALL. Now, what shady wreath wilt wear, Maiden, Maiden ? Bid thorn bind the veil with care, 'Round the sunshine of thy hair ! Let thy brow be free from scorn ; Let thine eye have gentle light, On the gentle mmriago morn; And so Good Night i It is now the youth of May, Maiden, Maiden! Choose thou, then, at blush of day, Buds and blossoms, not too gay j And, behind their veiling sweets, Bashful be, 'midst all their light, When the tender lover greets ) And so Good Night ! Soon To-morrow will he here, Maiden, Maiden ! Then, as hopes aye mix with fears, Mix thou smiles with pearled tears; So shall he who loves thee feel Thrice his first sweet pure delight, And nearer to thy bosom steal j And 60 Good Night! THE NEIGIIBOR-IN-LAW. lit LTDIA MARIA CHILD. " So von are coins to live in the same building with Hetty lurnpenny,'1 said Airs. Lane to Mrs. Fair weather. -You will find nobody to envy you. If her temper does not prove too much even for your good na ture, it will surprise all who know her. "We lived there a year, and that is as long as any body ever tried it." " Poor Hetty !" replied Mrs. Fairweather. " She has had much to harden her. Her mother died too early for her to remember ; Iier father was very sevore with her ; and the only lover she ever had, borrowed the sav ings of her years of toil, and spent them in dissipation. But Hetty, notwithstanding her sharp features, and sharper words, certainly has a kind heart. In the midst of her great est poverty many were the stockings she knit, and the warm waistcoats she made, for the poor drunken lover, whom she had too muel sense to marry. Then you know she feeds and clothes her brother's orphan chil dren." "If you call it feeding and clothing," re plied Mrs. Lane. " The poor child looks cold, and pinched, and frightened all the time, as if she were chased by the East wind. I used to tell Mrs. Turnpenny she ought to be ashamed of herself, to keep the poor little thing at work all the time, without one min ute to play. If she does but look at the cat, as it runs by the window, Aunt Hetty gives her a rap over the knuckles. I used to tell her she would make the girl just such another sour old crab as herself. " That must have been very improving to her disposition," replied Mrs. Fairweather, with a good-humored smile. " But in justice to poor Aunt Hetty, you ought to remember that she had just such a careless childhood herself. Flowers grow where thero is sun shine." " I know you think everybody ought to live in the sunshine," replied Mrs. Lane ; " and it must be confessed that you carry it with you wherever you go. If Miss Turnpenny has a heart, I dare say you will find it out, though I never could, and I never heard of any one else that could. All the families within hearing of her tongue call her the ncighbor-in-law. Certainly the prospect was not very en couraging; for the house was not only under the same roof with Miss Turnpenny, but the buildings had one common yard in the rear, and one common space for a garden in front. The very first day she took possession of her new habitation, she called on the ncighbor-in-law. Aunt Hetty hud taken the precau tion, to extinguish the fire, lest the new neigh bor should want hot water, before her own wood and coal arrived. Her first salutation was, ''If you want any cold water, there's a pump across the street ; I don't like to have my house slopped all over." " I am glad you are so tidy, neighbor Turnpenny," replied Mrs. Fairweather; "It is extremely pleasant to have neat neighbors. I will try to keep everything as bright as a new five cent piece, for I see that will please you. I came in merely to say good morning, and to ask you if you could spare little Peggy to run up and down stairs for nic, while I am getting my furniture in order. I will pay her sixpence an hour." Aunt Hetty had begun to purse up her mouth for a refusal ; but the promise or six pence an hour relaxed her features at once. Little Peggy sat knitting a stocking very di ligently, with a rod laying on the table be side her. She looked up with timid wistful ness, as if the prospect of any change was like a release from prison. 'When she heard consent given, a bright color flushod her cheeks. She was evidently of an impressible temperament, for good or evil. " Now mind and behave yourself," said Aunt Hetty ; " and gee that you keep at work the whole time. If I hear one word of complaint, you know what vou'll get when you come home." The rose-color subsided from Peggy's pale face, and she answered, " Yes ma'am," very mcck- In the neighbor's houso all went qute oth erwise No switch lay on the table, and in stead of " mind how you do that. If you don 1 1 11 punish you, she heard the gentle words, " There, dear, see how carefully you can carry that up stairs. AVhy, what a nice handy little girl you are !" Under this en livening influence, Peggy worked like a bee, and soon began to hum much more agreeably than a bee. Aunt Hetty was always in the habit of saying, " Stop your noise, and mind your work." but the new friend patted heron the head, and said, " What a pleasant voice the little girl has. It is like the birds in the fields. By and by, you shall hear my music box." This opened wide the windows of the poor little shut-up heart, so that tho sunshine could stream in, and the birds fly in and out, enrolling. The happy child tuned up like a lark, as she tripped up ana clown stairs, on various household errands. But though she took heed to observe all the directions given her, her head was all the time filled with conjectures what sort of a thing n music-box might be. She was a little afraid the kind lady would forget to show it to her. She kept at work, however, and asked no ques tions ; she only looked very curiously at everything that resembled a box. At last Mrs. Fairweather said, " I think your little feet must be tired by this time. We will rest awhile, and cat some gingerbread." The child took the offered cake, with a humble little courtesy, and carefully held out her apron to prevent any crumbs from falling on the floor. But suddenly the apron dropped, and the crumbs were all strewed about. " Is that a little bird '?" she exclaimed eagerly. " Wheic is ho ? Is he in this room j" The new friend smiled, and told her that was the music-box ; and after a while she opened it and explained what made the sounds. Then she took out a pile of books from one of the baskets of goods, and told Peggy she might look at the pictures, till she called her. The little girl stepped forward eagerly to take them, and then drew back, as if afraid. " What is the matter ?" asked Mrs. Fair weather ; " I am very willing to trust you with the books. I keep them on purpose to amuse children." Peggy looked down with her finger on her lip, and answered in a con strained voice, " Aunt Turnpenny won't like it if I play." Don't trouble yourself about mar, i win mane u an rigni wmi .aunt iiei tv," replied the friendly one. Thus assured, she gave herself up to the full enjoyment of the picture-books; and when she whs sum moned to her work, she obeyed with a cheer ful alacrity that would have astonished her stern relative. When the labors of the day were concluded, Mrs. Fairweather accompa nied her home, paid for all the hours she had been absent, and warmly praised her docility and diligence. " It is lucky for her that she behaved so well," replied Aunt Ilettv ; " if I had heard any complaint, I should have given her a whipping, and sent her to bed without her supper." Poor little Peggy went to sleep that night with a lighter heart than she had ever felt, since she had been an orphan. Her first thought in the morning was whether the new neighbor would want her service again dur ing the day. Her desire that it should be so, soon became obvious to Aunt Hetty, and ex cited an undefined jealousy and dislike of a person who so easily made herself beloved. Without exactly acknowledging to herself what were her motives, she ordered Peggy to gather all the sweepings of the kitchen and court into a small pile, and leave it on the frontier line of her neighbor's premises. Peggy ventured to ask timidly whether the wind would not blow it about, and she re ceived a box on the car for her impertinence. It chanced that Mrs. Fairweather, quite un intentionally, heard the words and the blow. She gave Aunt Hetty's anger time enough to cool, und then stepped out into the court, and after arranging divers little matters, she called aloud to her domestic, " Sally, hnw came you to leave this pile of dirt here ? Didn't I tell you Miss 'lurnpenny was very neat? Pray make haste and sweep it up. I wouldn't have her see it on any account. I told her I would try to keep everything nice about the premises. She is so particular her self, and it is a comfort to have tidy neigh bors." The girl who had been previously instructed, smiled as she came out with brush and dust-pan, and swept miietly away the pile, that was intended as a declaration of Irontier war. J5ut another source ot annoy ance presented itself, which could not be quite so easily disposed of. Aunt Hetty had a cat, a lean scraggy animal, that looked as if she were often kicked and seldom fed ; and Mrs. Fairweather had a fat, frisky little dog, always ready for a caper. lie took a distaste to poor poverty-stricken Tab the first time he saw her, and no coaxing could induce him to alter his opinion. His name was Pink, but he was anything but a pink of behavior in his neighborly relations. Poor Tab could never set foot out of doors without being saluted with a growl, and a short sharp bark, that frightened her out of her senses, and made her run into the house, with her fur all on end. If she ever ventured to doze a little on her own door step, the enemy was on the watch, and the moment her eyes closed, he would wake her with a bark and box on the ear, and off he would run. Aunt Hetty vow ed she would scald him. It was a burning shame, she said, for folks to keen dogs to worry their neighbor's cats. Mrs. I uirweath er invited Tabby to dine, and made much of licr, and patiently endeavored to teach her dog to cat from the same plate. But Pink sturdily resolved he would be scalded first; that ho would. He could not have been moro firm in his opposition, if ho and Tab had belonged to different sects in Christian ity. While his mistress was patting Tab on tho head and reasoning the point with him, ho would at times manifest a degree of in difference, amounting to toleration ; but tho moment he was left to his own free will, he would givo tho invited guest a hearty cud' with his paw, and send her home spitting like a small steam engine. Aunt Hetty consid ered it her own peculiar privilcgo to cuff the poor animal, and it was too much for her patience to see Pink undertake to assist in making Tab unhappy. On one of these oc casions, she rushed into her neighbor's apart ments, and faced Mrs. Fairweather, with one hand resting on her hip, and the fore-finger ot the other making very wrathful gesticula tions. " I tell you what, madam, I won't put up with such treatment mucli longer. said she ; " I'll poison that dog ; you'll sue if 1 tlon t ; ana 1 shan t wait long, eitner, l can tell you. What you keep such an impudent little beast for, I don't know, without you do it on purpose to plague your neighbors. " I am really sorry ho behaves so," replied Mrs. Fairweather, mildly. " Poor Tab !" "Poor Tab!" screamed Miss Turnpenny; " What do you mean by calling her poor ? Do you mean to fling it up to me that my cat don't have enough to cat '" " I did not think of such a thing," replied Mrs. Fairweather. "I called her poor Tab, because Pink plagues her so that she has no peace of her life. I agree with you, neigh bor Turnpenny ; it is not right to keep a dog that disturbs the neighborhood. I am attached to poor little Pink, because he belongs to my son, who has gone to sea. I was in hopes he would soon leave ofl quarreling with the cat ; but if ho wont be neighborly, I will send him out in the country to board. Sally, will you bring me one of the pies we baked this morn ing ? I should like to have Mrs. Turnpenny taste of them." The crabbed neighbor was helped abun dantly, and while she was eating the pic, the friendly matron edged in many a kind word concerning littlo Peggy, whom she praised as a remarkably capable, industrious child. " I am glad you find her so," rejoined Aunt Hetty : " I should get precious little work out of her, if I aidn't keep a switch in sight." "1 manage children pretty much as the man did the donkey," replied Mrs. Fair weather. " Not an inch would the poor beast stir, for all his master's beating and thumping, isut a neighbor tied some iiesli turnips to a stick, and fastened them so that they swung directly before the donkey's nose, and off he set on a bri&k trot, in hopesof over taking thein." Aunt Hetty, without observing how closelv the compaiigon applied to her own manage ment of Peggy, said, " That will do very well for folks that have plenty of turnips to spare." "For the matter of that," answered Mrs. Fairweather, " whips cost something, as well as turnips ; and since one makes the donkey stand still, and the other makes him trot, It is easy to decide which is the most economical. Uut neighbor l urnpennv, :nce you like my pies so well, pray take one home with you. I am afraid they will mould before we can eat them up." Aunt Hetty had come in lor a quarrel, and she was nslonisliml to find herself going out with a pie. " Well, Mrs. i'airweathur," onto she, "you are a neighbor. I thank you a thousand t imes." When she reached her own door, she hesitated for an instant, then turned back, pie in hand to say, " Neighbor Fair weather, you needn't trouble yourself about sending Pink away. It's natural you should like the little creature, seeing he belongs to your son, I'll try to keep Tab in doors, and perhaps after a while they will agree better." " I hope they will," replied the friendly matron : " We will try them awhile longer, and if they persist in quarreling, I will send the dog into the country." Pink, who was sleeping in a chair, stretched himself and gaped. His kind mistress patted him on the head, " Ah, you foolish little beast," said she, " what's the use of plaguing poor Tab ?" " Well, I do say," observed Sally, smiling, " you are a master woman for stopping a quarrel." That same afternoon, the sunshiny dame stepped into Aunt Hetty's rooms, where she found Peggy sewing, as usual, with the eter nal switch on the table beside her. " I am obliged to go to Harlem, on business," said she : " I feel rather lonely without company, and I always like to have a child with lhe. If you w ill" oblige nie by letting Peggy go, I will pay her fare in the omnibus." " She has her spelling lesson to get before night," replied Aunt Hetty. "I don't ap prove of young folks going a pleasuring, and neglecting their education." "Neither do I," rejoined her neighbor; " but I think thcie is a great deal of educa tion that is not found in books. The fresh air will make Peggy grow stout and active. 1 prophesy that she will do great credit to your bringing up." The sugared words, and the remembrance of the sugared pic, touched the soft place in Miss Turnpenny's heart and she told the astonished Peggy that she might go and put on her best gown and bonnet. The poor child began to think that this new neighbor was certainly one of the good fairies she read about in the picture books. The excursion was enjoyed as only a city child can enjoy the country. The world seems such a pleasant place, when the fetters arc ofl', and Nature folds the young heart loving ly on her bosom I A flock of real birds and two living buttciflys put the littlo orphan in a perfect ecstacy. She ran and skipped. One could see that she might be graceful, if she were only free. She pointed to the fields covered with dandelions, and said, " See, how pretty I It looks as if the stars had come down to lie on tho grass." Ah, our lit tlo stinted Peggy has poetry in her, though Aunt Ilettv never found it out. Every hu man soul has the germ of some flowers within, and they would open, it I hey could only find sunshine and free air to expand in. Mrs. Fairweather was a practical philoso pher, in her own small way. She observed that Miss Turnpenny really liked a pleasant tune ; and when Wiuter came, she tried to persuade her that singinglwould be excellent for Peggy's lungs, and perhaps keep her from going into a consumption. "My nephew, James Fairweather, keeps a singing school," said she ; "and ho says he wilt teach hor gratis. You need not feel un der great obligation ; for her voice will lead the whole school, and her ear is so quick, it will be no trouble to teach her. Perhaps you would go with us sometimes, neighbor Turn penny ' It is very pleasant to hear the chil dren's voices." The cordage of Aunt Hetty's mouth re laxed into a smile. Sho accepted tho invita tion, and was so much pleased, that she went every Sunday evening. The simple tunes, and the sweet young voices, fell like dew on her dried-up heart, and greatly aided the ge nial influence of her neighbor's example. The rod silently disappeared from the table. If Peggy was disposed to bo idle, it was only necessary to say, " When you h.ive finished your work, you may go and ask whether Mrs. Fairweather wants any errands done." Bless me, how the fingers flew ! Aunt Hetty had learned to use turnips instead of the cudgel. When Spring came, Mrs. Fairweather bus ied herself with planting roses and vines. Miss Turnpenny readily consented that Peg gy should help her, and even refused to take any pay from such a good neighbor. Thus by degrees, the crabbed maiden found herself surrounded by flowers; and she even declared, of her own accord, that they did look pretty. One day when Mrs. Lane called upon Mrs. Fairweather, she found the old weed-grown garden bright and blooming. Tab, quite fat tnd sleek, was asleep in the sunshine, with her paw on Pink's neck, and little Peggy was singing at her work as blithe as a bird. ' How cheerful you look here," said Mrs. I.nne. " And so vou have reallv taken the house for another year. Pray, how do you manage to get on with the neighbor-in law ?" " I find her a very kind,obliging neighbor," replied Mrs. Fairweather. " Well, this is a miracle !" exelainicd Mrs. Lane. " Nobody but you would lmve under taken to thaw out Aunt Hetty's heart." "That is probably (he reason whv it was never thawed," rejoined her friend. " I al ways told you that not hav ing enough of sun shine was what ailed the world. Make peo ple happy, and there will not bo half the quarrelling, or a tenth part of the wickedness there is." From this gospel of joy preached and prac tised, nobody derived so much benefit as little Peggy. Her nature, wliich was fast growing crooked and knotty, under the malign influ ence of constraint and fear, straightened up, budded and blossomed, in the genial atmos phere of cheerful kindness. Her affections and faculties were kept in such pleasant exercise, that constant lightness of heart made her almost handsome. The young music-teacher thought her more than almost handsome, for her affectionate soul shone more beamingly on him than on oth ers ; and love makes all things beautiful. When the orphan removed to her pleasant little cottage, on her wedding-day, she threw her arms round the blessed missionary of sunshine, and said, " Ah, thou dear good Aunt, it is thou who hast made my life Fair weather." LITERARY NOTICES. THE LONDON QCAI'.TKllLV IIHV1KW, l'..r .Inly, republished by Leonard Scott & Co. is filled with its usual variety nnd ability. Articles on the " State of Religion in France," " Revolutions in Italy," and the "Political Prospects of France and England," derive an interest as well from their ability as from the importance of the events which they discuss. They take extreme grounds against popular institutions, it is true, but we, in this coun try, can hardly be injured by hearing what can he said against them, and may possibly sometimes need ?uch antidotes to save us from an injurious tendency to the opposite extreme. UODKY'S LADY's HOOK. The September number was at hand, befor.i the middle of August. Mr. Codey seems determined not to bo behind in time. Some of the plates in this number are unusually fine. The Lady's Buok and Ladies Dollar Newspaper, are furnished at the low price of $J,0U for the two. VERMONT STATU AGRICULTURIST. The second number of this able nad highly prac tical work, fully justifies the golden opinions every where won by it on its first appearance. It is a pe riodical which Vermont Farmers should value and bo proud of; and wo hope it may meet with the liheral patronage which it deserves. Published at Burlington ; price only SI ,00 a year. SELF-RELIANCE. 11V llAi.Pll WALDO KMKHSON. "Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still." To believe your own thought, to believe (hut what is true for you in your private heart is tine for all men, that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be univer sal sense ; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost, and our first thought is render ed back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribo to Moses, Plato, and Milton is, that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre ol the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In ovcrv work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a cer tain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to-morrow, a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt nil the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another. There is a time in every man's education when ho arrives at the conviction that envv is ignorance ; that imitation is suicide ; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion ; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is wliich he can do, nor does ho know until ho has tried. Not for nothing nnn n.no. one character, one fact, makes much impres sion on him, and another none. This sculp ture in the memory is not without pre-estnb- lislicd lmrmonv inc eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it may be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cow ards. A man is relieved and gay when he lias put his heart into his work and dono his best ; but what ho has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliycr. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. Trust thyself : every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accent the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection ol events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their ago, betraying their perception that the abso lutely trustworthy was scaled at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, nnd must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny ; and not minors and in valids in a protected corner, not cowards flee ing before a revolution, but guides, redeem ers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark. Most men gamble with Foi tune, and gain all, and lose all, as her wheel rolls. But do thou leave as unlawful these winnings, nnd leal with Cause and Etlect, the chancellors of God. In the Will work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of Chance, and shalt sit hereafter out of fear from her rota tions. A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but your- elf. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles. " 0k ok tiik Boys." A Rescue. Ab by Daniels, about six years of age, in company with a little brother, while at play yesterday afternoon, between five and six o'clock, on the wharf in the rear of her father's store, in Cambridgeport, fell overboard, when the brother ran into the store, to notify his father of the accident, who rushed out, but was too late for a littlo boy, about twelve years of age, the son ot Capt. hitney, seeing the little girl in the water, ran to the wharf, and without making any preparation, jumped overboard and took the sufferer to the edge of the wharf, from which she was extricated in a strangling condition. Tho littlo hero, on regaining the wharf, took a look out. on the water, when he discovered the girl's bon net floating oil' with the tide, wliich he no soone- espied than, like a spaniel, he was overboard once more, swam after the bonnet. and brought it on chore. He then took off his jacket, very coolly, and hung it upon a peg in the store, and, all dripping as he was, started after Pioneer engine No. G, which was crossing the bridge at the time, to the fire in North Charles street. Transcript. Another of 'i:m. Presence or Mind. There is a lit Jo boy, about 1 1 years old, who is employed in ferrying passengers over the creek in a little boat. On .Saturday as he was engaged in passing over three little girls, probably returning from school, the wind j blowing quite licsh at the timc,his oar slip i ped from scull, ar.d he was landed square up- on l'.is back in the water. His passengers ! were, of course, much frightened, and, as was i most natural, set up no inconsiderable of a ! scream. But the little fellow coolly said to them, " Don't be frightened, you shan't be drowned," and away he swam and secured his oar. lie then pulled for the boat, and had the presence of mind not to attempt get ting in at the side, but swam to the stern, and was soon safe aboard, and continued his j course over, landed his passengers, and re i turned tor others, as unconcerned as if noth ! ing had happened. Buffalo Com. Adv. Truth and Fiction. The Archbishop of Canterbury said one day to Gari ick, "Pray, inform nie, Mr. Ganick, how it is that you, gentlemen i f the stage, can affect your audi tory with things imaginary as if they were real, while we of tho church speak of things real, which many of our congregation receive as things imaginary ?" " Why, my lord bishop," replied Garrick, " the reason is plain ; we actors speak of things imaginary as if they were real, while too many in the pulpit speak of lliings real as if they were imaginary." The bishop tacitly acknowledg ed the justice of the remark, and bowed to the reproof of the actor. Full Inside. A capital stage-riding an ecdote is related of Lamb. He was one day returning from a dinner party in the suburbs of London. (We believe that Mr. Irving was with him, and has the credit of importing the story when it was new.) It was rainy, and the stage of consequence- crowded, when a gentleman attempted an entry, but paused and asked somewhat doubtfully, "Are vou all full inside T " I don't know how it is with the other gen tlemen," said Lamb, in his own quiet wav, " but I must say that last piece of oyster-pie did the business for me !'' N. Y. Jour. Com. A Dutchman whose dictionary defini tion of the word ramble, as near as ho could recollect, was vuyaliond, dined with Dr. John son, and wishing to show his respect for the author ot " The Rambler," drank bis health in these words "Your health Mr. Vaga bond." Clammy. A boy in a Latin school, re citing a lesson in the classics the other day, gave tho passage, " 1'omptius dam el nucte, Cwmrpalam el intcrdtu," tho following bold and spirited rendering. "Pompoy ate clams by night, Crcsar by the pailf ul and in tho day lime." The First Family. " Adam," said a gouty gentleman to a tricky son, "I would be on tho eve to cruie you, were I able." J3T " My dear you snore," said a lady lo her worser half. "I none it," was the laconic reply. The Ladies for Taylor! At a Pic Nic at Mamaroneck, Westchester County, on the 16th inst. a vote was taken by the com pany for President, and the result was as fol lows, ladies and gentlemen all voting : Ladies, Gentlemen. For Taylor 15 For Taylor . 12 1 For Van Buren 4 0 For Cass 1 For Van Buren For Cass N. Y. Tribune. The woman who prefers the Kinderhook fox to Gen. Taylor, must bo a curiosity. Wo should like to see her once. A Good Hit. There was a meeting at Lock port last night, to respond to the nomi nation of Van Buren and Adams. Among the speakers was S. B. Chase, Esq. of Ohio. In the course of his remarks, he dwelt at some length on tho injustice of the constitu tional provision allowing slave property to be represented, and asked what represented the property of the North its cattle, its hors es nnd its asses ? A voice from the crowd immediately responded, Daniel S.Dickinson. Mr. Chase "gave a receipt for the maize." Buffalo Com, Adv. Aug. 15. Mr. Clay's Position. We yesterday saw a recent letter from Lexington, from an intimate personal friend of Mr. Clay, which, says, that Mr. Clay, as well as his family con nexions, will cordially support General Tay lor, and states, that an account published in one of the New Orleans papers, purporting to be a letter from Washington, detailing tho manner in which Mr. Clay received the news of the nomination, and the reported denun ciatory remarks he made on Gen. Taylor, were " unmitigated falsehoods," without the least shadow of foundation. JY.O Com.Bul. CS" The Pennsylvania Democrat acknowl edges that Mr. M. B. Sute, a Democrat, will vote for Taylor. We apprehend that a good many other Democrats will follow Sute. Lou. Jour. THE BATTLE OF DUNBAR. T.Y THOMAS CAISLYI.E. The soldiers stand to their arms, or lie; within instant reach of their arms, all night ; being 'upon an engagement very difficult' indeed. The night is wild and wet j 2d of September means 12th by our calendar : the Harvest Moon wades deep among clouds of sleet and hail. Whoever has a heart for prayer, let him pray now, for the wrestle cf death is at hand. Pray, -and withal keep his powder dry ! And bo ready for extrem ities, and quit himself like a man ' Thus they pass the night; making that Dunbar Penin sula and Brock Rivulet long memorable to me. We English have some tents ; tha Scots have none. The hoarse sea moans bodeful, swinging low and heavy against these whinstone bays ; the sea and the tem pests are abroad, all eife asleep but we, and there is One that rides on the wingj of the wind. To ward n three in the morninir the Scotch j foot, by order of a Major-General say some. cxtinguisu lueir matches, all but two m a company : cower under the corn-s'neeks, seeking some iinpci feet shelter and sleep. Be wakeful, ye English ; watch, and pray, and keep your powder dry. About four o'clock comes order to my puddinghcaded Yoikshire friend, that his regiment must mount and march straightway; nis and vari ous other regiments march,pouring swiftly to the left to Brocksmouth House, to the Pass over the Brock. With overpowering force let us storm the Scots right wing there ; beat that, and all is beaten. Major Hodgson rid ing along, heard, he says, ' a Cornet praying in the night;' a company of poor men, I think, making worship there, under the void Heaven, before battle joined ; Major Hodg son, giving his charge to a brother Olliccr, turned aside to listen for a minute, and worship and pray along with them ; haply hi.' last prayer on this Earth, as if might prove to be. But no: this Cornet prayed Willi such effusion as was wonderful ; and imparted strength to my lorkshire frienu,who strength ened his men by telling them of it. And the Heavens, in their mercy, I think, have open ed us a way of deliverance ! The Moon gleams out, hard and blue, riding among bail-clouds ; and over to St. Abb's Head, a streak of dawn is rising. And now is the hour when the attack should be, and no Lambert is yet here, he is ordering the line far to the right yet ; and Oliver occasionally, in Hodgson's hearing, is impatient for him. The Scots too, on this wing, are awake, thinking to surprise us ; there is their trumpet sounding, we heard it once ; and Lambert, who was to lead the at tack, is not here. The Lord General is im patient ; behold Lambert at last 1 Tho trumpets peal, shattering with fierce clangor Night's silence ; the cannons awaken along all the line: "The Lord of Hosts! The Lord of Hosts !" On, my brave ones ; on ! The dispute ' on this right wing was hot and slid", for three quarters of an hour.' Above three thousand were killed upon tho nlnco: 'I never saw such a charge of foot .and horse,' savs one ; nor did I. Oliver was still near to 'Yoikshire Hodgson when the shodk succeeded ; Hodgson heard him say, "Thov run! I profess they run!" And over St. Abb's Head and the German Ocean iust then burst the first gleam of the level Sun upon us, 'and I heard Nol say, in tho words of the Psalmist, " Let God arise, let His enemies be scattered !" Kven so. The Scotch army is shivered to utter ruin ; rushes in tumultuous wreck, hith er, thither; to Piolhaven,or, in their destruc tion, even to Dunbar; the chase goes as far as Haddington led by Ilacder. ' The Lord General made a halt,' says Hodgson, 'and sang tho Ilundrod-and-seventieth Psalm,' till our horso could gather for the chase. Hun-dred-and-seventieth Psalm, at the foot of the Doon Hill ; there we uplift it, to the tune of Bangor, or some still higher score, and roll it strong and great against the sky : O give ye praise unto the Lord, All niiti-oin that ho; j Likewise w people all, accord His n:ni'' t magnify . . A