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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,
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!
lit LTDIA MARIA CHILD.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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VERMONT STATU AGRICULTURIST.
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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-
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
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
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 :
15 For Taylor . 12
1 For Van Buren 4
0 For Cass 1
For Van Buren
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.
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
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