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SIKMINS, DURISOE & CO., Proprietors. EDGEFIELD, S. OCTOBER 13, 185L. .
Written for the Advertiser. *
Dear Lord, we thank Thee for the
O the rain! the'rain! the summer rain! The
rustling of theleaves, and the murmurings of
the rain! Kind Father, we thank thee for the
summer rain! The parched earth, and the
blue sky ; the hearts of the flowers,'and of all the
dear old Farmers, are beautifully refreshed, and
so are.we. Poor, dear Papa Lindsay has been
praying for these showers throughout the month
of June; and last night whilst Paul Randal and
Meta Morris sat talking, so cozily, behind the
vines, they overheard him say to a neighbor who
was passing by,
"0, you must look up, up, Brother Pollard,
'there's a bright day coming, yet,' and you may
lay aside your long face, for we will, most as
suredly, have rain before morning. Tell Parson
Childers, as you pass by, that he may put a
great many rejoicings in his sermon for next
Paul and Meta both ran to the edge of the
piazza to see the approaching storm ; but strange
to say, not a cloud was to be seen, and of course
they thought that Papa Lindsay was either c rizy
or dreaming. However, I do not know but they
were too happy to see clouds just then. Sweet,
sweet words had been spoken, and their whole
inner world was a-glow with sunlight, and star
light;-r-the soul-fires burned so beautifully upon
their altars, that no shadows were to be seen,
neither in the heavens above thei, nor in their
. bright spiritual. land. Even two hours later
when they bade each other adieu in the door-way,
(and Paul kissed both her hands too, but dont
you tell Papa Lindsay, for he will think that his
little Meta loves Paul too well-though of course
she don't)-yes, even two hours -later, as we
started to say, there were millions of stars out
around the young moon, and all looked so bright,
that no one, I *am very sure, excepting Papa
Lindsay, or some other old fogy of a weather.
prophet, would have thought of rain. However,
the old man's words were really prophetic of the
times; for before morning dawned, a most
refreshing shower had fallen, which made the
little world, round about " Happy Farm" radiant
* with freshness and verdure. Even Paul as he
eamte in, early in the morning with his fishing
tacle, according to promise, to take Meta with
ii pon-tiemTnisfor the day; looked as if
he might have had a sound drenching, so re
freshed did he appear. Meta told him so; and
he replied, "you are the sole cause, ma belle
Cousin, of all the droughts in my soul ; so you
must not complain if you find me at all sultry."
But Paul is a dear clever fellow and never
gets in ugly hmour sto frighten one out of one's
wits,-dont you hate people who get in bad hu
mours? However, we left sunlight and dew
drops upon the meadows, and we were talking
about little Meta Morris and Paul, and the pleas
ant weather, and not about ugly and ill-natured
" And you thank God for a dreary, drizzling
rain," say you ? 0, thou poor little denizen of
the stifling City, bast thou no cottage home deep
in the green woods, where thou mayest repair
at least once a year, that thy heart may be made
,to rejoice because of summer showers ? Hlearti
ly do we pity thee ! ,No home but in the public
highways ; no walks but those in the crowded
thoroughfares; no pleasant singing birds save
those in the iron-bound cage above your door ;
no pure and undefiled air of heaven to aw~aken
life'in your soul! 0, verily, verily! I believe I
should die if I had no country home !
Ay, when the seventh enthusiasm is well nigh
dead within us, and the days are come when
darkness shall envelope our spiritual laud, me
thinks there will still be a little era of love and
happiness so interwoven with the green woods
and the blue sky that the bare remembrance of
it will be all sufficient to cause a new spring to
burst in upon our life,-with
" What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she
Of freshness, of gladness and inirth
Of fair sunny glades whore the butter-cup
Of cool, gushing fountains, of rose-tinted wings,
Of birds, bees and blossoms, all beautiful things,
Whose brightness rejoices the earth.'
Yea, when we are grown in to a little, shrivel
ed, gray-headed old woman ; when we are comn
pelled to'sit for whole days, quietly, in the cor
ners by the hearthstone, and there is no pleasure
*for us, save in remembrance, there will still, re
main in the chambers of memory a little picture,
painted in hues of eternal brightness, upon which
we can turn with " a joy fo, -ver."
- 0, be thou fadeless and'.-everlasting, sweet
* memory of youthful days ' nd loves! Sweet
memory of '' Happy Farm," of the broad-sided,
quaint looking Farm House, and the radiant
spirits within ; of the sunlighted and joy-giving
mornings,'and its more calm and peaceful eve
ning hours, which are made as beautiful with
-song and love " as a dream of heaven !"
0, fadeless and pure be the remembrance of
the very bird-songs that fall upon the ear ; of the
tall and hundred-yeared oaks, and the younger
grown elms that shut us in from the wor ld ; of
the broad shady meduow beyond the woodland
and the little plot of sedge just by the thicket
of pine..; of the tiny vine-covered Dairy and
the deliciously cool spring at the foot of the old
tulip tree ;' of the roses and honey-suckles, and
.violets and jasmines, that grow before the door
way!i 0, yes, 0, yes ! in thrice repeated words,
we pray, that fadeless 'and sweet, may be the
remembrance of these.
Aye, little maiden, we do indeed heave a sigh
f.r thee, if thou bust no country home-if thou
kn-,owest not of the blesasings of the summer
rains. Fancy thyself a Farmer's daughter, like,
into oarself, living amide fields of yelloifgrain
a ..l rustling corn ; know that these are the pride
anm] boast of some dear gray-headed old sire like
.pur P.mpma Lindsay ;-heat him night and morn
aml~ee ing the good Lord for plenteous showers1
to make our "daily bread," jamd Il declare unto
thee that thou'lt be found rejoicing when the
showers are come. And see thou, before the
doorway the sweet scented violetsand heliotropes,
the roses and daisies, the budding of whose
flowerets, you and your Paul have watched with
an appreciative solicitude since their first bloom
ing in May,-see them withering f6eneath a
scorching sun, and tell me truly if thou art not
thankful for summer showers ? Yes, yes, for
showers in June! 0, the rustling of the leaves
and the murmuriugs of the rain !
We have been writing all the morning about
this, the last day of June, but now, gentle reader,
with your kind leave we will go back four or
five weeks in the day-book of our life at the
Farm, and turn to the first day of the month.
It is early in the morning ;-judging from the
shadow of the old oak in the walk to the gate,
it must be somewhere between the hours of ten
and eleven. A six-weeks drought has parched
up the whole earth, and come well nigh scorch
ing up the little bit of soul within you. Exceed
ingly hot and -sultry is the air-not a breeze is
stiring-even in the tree tops, and the only place
that one can breathe with tolerable comfort is
underneath the old oaks, in the back yard, on
the shady side of the house. Thither you re
pair with a volume of poems, or your sewing
with Mr. Br ant or your knitting, just as you
p!ease; and there you find Papa Lindsay lool -
ing so beautiful in his gray hairs, as he bends
over the columns of the latest newsp4per ; an I
close brside him on a little rustic table, lies a
hoary leather-backed Bible which always opens
to the XIX Psalm,-and perhaps a last year's
Almanac. A slight breeze stirs in the air, and,
throwing the paper aside, he arises somewhat
impatiently to lop off a huge bough of the old
tree that has been ~cumbrously sweeping the
ground at his feet. A fine looking old man is
Papa Lindsay, though seventy-two summers
were registered for him by Meta Morris, his
dear little gp-and-daughter, upon his last birth
day cake. Upright, sturdy and firm he stands,
with limbs and sinews that were colossally de
veloped in field and fox-chaise. A more lusty
arm cannot be found in all the country around,
and clear and strong still flows the life current
within his veins. Into many a story of wood,
and field, and stream, he might be tempted, that
would make you laugh for a month to come;
but the weather is warm, and in his heart of
hearts he is praying for rain ; so. we will spare
him this time.
Paul Randal,-the college-brdtl Paul,-Meta's
Coaua Paul who always comes in .vacation-4s
sitting by, in all his- schoolday felicity, with a
volume of delightful Kit North's Essays in his
hand, which he pretends to read very assiduous.
ly. Ever and anon the old man turns to him
with one of hisi quaking exclamations about the
weather, and just now Paul's face looks quite
sorrowful in behalf of the old man's showery
lesires, yet he, in truth, is thinking neither of
he old man Lindsay nor of the sweet and
Holy Child," of whomi lie has been reading
ince breakflast, but of the dear, blue-eyed little
geta Morris, of whom we spoke in the begin
ting. All blushing and frightened she ran from
uin a moment ago, pretending that her hair
vas all down and needed braiding, and he is now
hinking that she is grieved at his impertinence
md rashness, whilst she is wondering in her
eart of hearts what Pad could-mean by squeez
ng her hand so hard schen he told her she icqs
th/e very dearest to him of all his Cousins."
away up stairs she is now all in a flutter trying
a weave a head of tangled hair into a de
sent braid. But no, the incorrigible tangle
eems to be one of those knots that are to re
nain forever tied ;-at it she pulls, lustily, with
>Oth brush and comb,-out pouts the rosy little
nouth, and she really .woul~d get 'quite angry if
ier dear Cousin Paul was not so near at hand.
t was cruel in Paul to have said anything to
nake Meta blush and run away, and then tangle
er hair too. At length, however, something'
ike a braid is made and put up around the
yrown of her head, and forth to the oak shade
the goes, look'ing as radiant as a May morning,
vith the pretty blue and white morning glorieb
n her hair, as she sits down beside Paul. Of
~ourse he is delighted to have her again at his
ide, and behind Kit North's volume which he
~olds up in his hands, he tells her she is looking
ery lovely in her blushes and crown of morning
lories. His adoration increases with her blushes,
nd lhe starts to whisper something very sweet
au her ear, when PFapa Lindsay looks up from
is paper and makes another one of his start
ling exclamations concerning the weather. It
seems to me that the good, and worthy old man,
aught to be ashamed of himself to be always
saring away Paul's pretty speeches to little
ita just by his whims about the weather. But
alouds were to be seen this time also. At first
hey lay in huge masses, rolling and smouldfring
round the horizon-now they well up higher,
mnd higher, and higher still, and thicker and
aster they gather, until the whole sky is one vast
kolumne of cloud.-The landscape darkens-low
noaning and mutterinag thunder is heard in the
listance at intervals-a buzzing wind sweeps
hrough the tree tops-whistles fiercely around
he gable ends slamming the window shutters
ud doors throughout the old Farm house-the
wallows come in hundreds, as it were, from
he four ends of the earth, and are distinetly
heard fluttering and nestling down in the chimi
meys. At length come thunder and lightning,
md anon a few huge dIrops of rain ; so slowly
ud so large they fall at first that you might
sount them, but quickly a vivid and stunning
ash of lightning darts athwart the heaens,
i deafening peal of thunder succeeds with a
iweeping blast of wind, and now thick and fast
th torrent pours down upon field and wood,
rushng at the same time in sneh furor from
the eaves of the long piazza, that Meta and Paul
re driven from the rose vines, behind which
they have taken shelter, to the parlour window,
to watch theitoim.
And such. a commotion as there is within
doors. Papa Lindsay so delighted that he
strides up and down the hall like some walking'
ColAus; the little ones, Effne and Laura, whirl
ing round and round to make hen coops with
their dresses; Master Charlie climbing up on
the back of his high table chair to make Meta's
mocking bird sing Yankee Doodle;-he has
nearly reached the top, when down, on a sudden,
comes cage, and bird and chair, and all, with
such a scream from poor Charlie that the noise
within well nigh vies with the storm without,
and draws Papa Lindsay from his reverie of har
vest and corn,-Meta and Paul 'from the
"wind harps" in the'window.
Full half an hour has passed since the rain
began, and still the storm rages in all its fury;
another half hour passes and the iain is over,
and forth they wander,-Papa Lindsay to the
fields, Paul and Meta to the piazza, and the lit
tle ones who have been pent up in the old hall
these three hours, to the four ends of the earth.
It is now an hour past noon, and the clouds
are all rolling rapidly away from the East and
West, the North and South, to the land oi
drepns, or dissolving themselves in the fields of
air; the whole earth becoming, in the mean
tipe, as resplendent with sunshine as if it were
the resurrection morn. Deliciously cool and
bal;ny breezes spring up on every side, shaking
the rain drops from the tree tops in a sort of
drip, drip, drip-a-drip cadence-b'rls' songs fill
the sir with melody, and from the rose vine i
behind which Meta and Paul are talking, comes
a. this moment, a "flood of wild and delirious
Music" from the throat of a single mock-Lird.
0, so refreshing is the rain, and so beautiful is
the clearing away of the clouds!
An hour or so later, and the sandy soil is
sufficiently dry for a maiden to walk ; and Paul
Raltdal, arising, throws Meta's guitar across his
shoulders, a lar Troubylour, thusts a volume of
Tennyson's poetry into his pocket, draws Meta's
hand within his arm, starts forth for a ramble
down the lane and 'across the Meadows. And
wont you, gentle reader, wander with them,
thou and thy Paul, to,,drink in the beauty of the
outer world, and to thank God for the summer
rain ? 0, my sweet love, thou, whose tender
blue eyes follow these words of mine, leave off
romance and philosophy, and even the rhymes
of the poet for an afternoon, and go with Paul
and little Meta in quest of country air, and
countr.y folks. And thou, por dreamer, poor
lone dreamer, be thou whosoever thou art, leave
the shadows of that inner world, and come forth
like a glad child into the sunlight of heaven.
Do not fear but that you will come back a
purer and better man. The blue sky, and the
genial sun;"the freshgreen-wod-anddhebird
songs, cannot prove traitor to themselves. Thcy
will set your whole sole a-glow with ai.py, hap
py thoughts; will enrich and beautify the spirit;
and cause roses, and violets, and jasmines, and
a thousand sweet summer flowers to spring up
in the desert wastes of your .ieart, making
your whole life scent altogether beautiful.
Come! upon a refreshed world we enter, passing
first the little plots of garden flowers to find
them all hanging their heads in grateful humili
ty,. having intoxicated themselves upon rain
water; and then into the long narrow lane we
pass with the apple trees glistening with rain
drops on one side of you, and on the other
broad fields of yellow grain, all waving so beau
tifully beneath the summer breeze in their
dewy fullness. And thus you continue your
ramble, passing at intervals large fields of corn,
the leaves of which continually rustle in the
breezy air and glisten with sunlight-ever and
mnon jumping over little pools of water that
still lie gathered in the road; and then again
you enter, a long narrow lane, through which
you pass, and at length find yourself upon the
reat unenclosed old fields that surround the
Battle Ground of Ninety-Six. Very beautiful,
mnd with a Titian softness, glows the smnoothe
reen grass beneath your feet, and so balmy and
ife-giving is the air, that the very act of breath
ing becomes a thing of the rftost exquisite en
And now, dear reader, if thou art wearied
ith walking, underneath some one of the pret
ty little clumps of cedar and elm, or sumnach and
rape vines, that dot the plain here and there,
we will leave you to rest whilst Paul and Meta
ontinue their ramble whithersoever they will.
Through the old fields and around' many little
lumps of trees we see them wandering to the
ld Fort. It is old and hallowed ground unto
them ; the little span of their lives so far has
been spent under its very shadow ; and over its
ill-sides wandered, a half century ago, the
youthful, and nimble feet of sainted forms, very
dear unto them, that now lie mouldering in the
grave. War-clad heroes seem to arise from the
ery dust at their feet and hold familiar irger
:ourse with them; their imaginations bring out
efore them the whole armed array of soldiery,
whilst legendary voices come from the storied
Past, and throw around them a spell of thought
Thus impressed, they both sat down upon
the moss-covered roots of the huge old sugar.
erry tree that still overshadows, as with a re
embrance, the famous mine of 1781. All day
ong, ,Paul has been in a strangely thoughtful
mood', which nothing could disturb save the
resence of little Meta, and when she spoke to
im, he would look, upon her wi hi such a-deep
ntorest swelling in his darlbrown eyes that
he would be compelled to turn away her head,
n order to hide her blushes. As the shadows
>f evening began to fall, his thoughts pemed to
;row upon him, and he sat there upon the gras
sy mound, in one of those strangely startled,
wondering and watchful moods, that come upon
~me when the mind realizes that some great
mnd thrilling event, is'about to daw.n upon us.
Meta sat beside hhn, electrically bound to
iis side ; ith a beautiful and holy light burn
ng in her deep blue eyes, 1eeming by some
esmeric power to be swayed beneath the in
fluences of his spirit. A t length he drew frm'
is, pocket the volume of poems, and whilst
urning the leaves over carelessly and dreamily,
rpeated, half aloud, fragments remembered at
anm frop "Lillin" and "Isael-" and " the'
Gardener's Daugh d iI passing over a pas
sage that contain et sentiment in it, he
would turn to M h that look of earnes
solicitude, which. pel her again tohang
her head and bI conceal her agitation ahe
took up her gui with a great effort at
self-possession a sweet but tremuIaus
voicHene's*'~ ittlo love ditty running
"The sea Its pearls,
The hea t a
But my my eart,
My h it p love.
Great are .sea and the heavens,
Yet tea oMY heart,
A pearls and stars
Fhe'hs 8 my love.
Thou Ii uthful maiden,
owiaun t great heart;
Formy~ h and the sea, and the leuens
Ar mOlf lovwith rove,"
"Now, Paul 11 Esq., arise and tender
me, your most dev thanks, for having giver
so clear an ex n of your thoughts an
feelings," sz~,d Me. l.agghing -and clapping heri
hands, when she finished singing. 11 av'n
I an inward sigh enal to the greanMistic
Yes, Meta, ace divined the secret
my sovj in that If .song," said Paul bending,
over, and graspin er hand, and lookin ful
into her upturn ye.
"No, I did no u i Meta, "it was - eine
the German. an de the son, long, long ago.
Ay r he yds written with his pen
but you do it th , Ening, in song and feeling
Do you rot, Mets' ked Paul, and he treible
like an aspen le n
fWhy, Paul,' ti the matter with you ?'
said she, rasin i r head and looking into hi
"I am dying tell yo tohnetting, M eta;
my whole soul ife v covtained in the
words. Will yo t en to mne now," lie asked.
"0, Paul what that makes us both afraid,
and tremble so aid Meta hangik down
"Is it not loo yefor each other, Meta
0, tell me it is, seet Cousin ;" continued
he gra sping her i and holding her down at
his side. YoIL I have loved you all my
lie time, and k P no hope that you have
loved an as lo he asked vehemently.
"You are uy id Cousin, Paul, and Pap'
Lindlsay ha aI '4oved youi,-[ have too,"
said she as ed into r eves, and her
whole being tr violentl gwith eition.
mYou do nol life ttei than a Cousin the
,ed Paul w tthat intma hers s bota ,
andtrebleso aid me s an idow
id she turning away her face.
" Why not aid Paul, e'should T not speak
the truth?" "
0, do not, do not k this way loner.
You make me afraid;" aid Meta, and she
trembled njore an I more.
i must and you I said Paul Tell me,
Meta; tell nd truly,-d. you Lveh yo hav
Silent-as sil6t as, the graveshe sat for a
dnent, and then, trembling no longer, leaned
across the grassy mound, placed both her an Is
in his, saying ;lYes, Pa 2," ai.d her face shone
with the beautiful truth, "You know I love yon
better than all the, world-even better than
Papa Lindsay, and Charlie, andl Effie. And I
shmall love you alwess Paul."
Delicinosl col and blmy breezX flnotd
aoud hemrnn away ther Batte Gon .r
thetifuth wt eeenninalisgoadth
ric oloin dof ots dounset clds; this wayn ren
Yau mke weeafrad Isl s elf, seemd the
itrembulie stodthe itore cl .otesi
"l thir mshadwyo atli sinau; bu Tearme
moea toelyan m e tr ago allie beauy wa"
Slenset-face oft at theis gaeshe atfo a
tad herloeno Paumlin n longwite at
undrnea the great modlcd both-berr hane.
in hs," sai "es, loain aond fae thoe
wtre the,"ho beautiful is o know lering
PaYeis, anrd Phauli, smn E"tie clodsI
areall oe o!"wy, al
ADlicousyo and baenl y dreezilleco6aed
garoundthfmn the inne Bandl Gounwd. Ver
badifulw walkbkt the armit lwidthe
adhis swee Emeadts ithanklf, seemed her
ofhras planra the summer innl andl equis
or's lovely. n xe igali euy a
tol ey loeunoPalRa arhlsmhe a
s'ahome "seesI hos batfuli that nlaine
tenth of the inmaes soweor!" -hueswr
brought theredctly siinecl by the lus
ofardeynt irits. edewlleh, l
Ind as ae falk thac the-outho Fall wthcn
victs ind priso:nd wet, hadnkeod preous hat
tfhear fonrpo t~e crme rn which eah
TEPR~Fcr.It is a fact that thnine-tsffrrsfo
dieatse an the mate maladie aorhewere
dirouht tohere, dire tyor whodirel addited tse
teeof ardent spirits.
Ii is a fact that ofhree-forthmmof suicie on
this coumtr 99lonhs the imedwiteye
moe cimsof rden piis
It is a/fact that inhel failest whferer chlren
dihase and inhseordermasr the humcostde
difcnttd ande aeia thoeh wle aitedrto
the panse r rikr of ardent spirits.
It is a fact that osal who commit suicien
anhicouryl e9-1ratihs sho the edas or mod
mteoviple ardn spiritkrs.
It is a fact that intlhfales where chteilre
coetiued and profganad thiwise sattern,
joieperd knd ofarresomeione ano bothy
th arentare-drinker fadntsiis
it is a fact that oflth whav ie ofreuey
anhorinl uecains, shorc, theerstofnmhd
etpore spirit-drinkers. n at eiel n
And tol settclern ranet sae hngs, condo te
to pondso wt every knofdssipatio andt prfiandyh
cows ac upth ofblutt nae de of thea
achee in th uoheradAmrc.ee-tnh
Wtenmperat er. n ed yotetrlg
to ound moalwto respect sqadrefot, let the
hold it to be a sure indication of a perverted~ un
derstann radepraved heart ,
For the Advertiser.
OH! CHIDE ME NOT MY MOTHER.
UV .rut wounn1Sn..
Oh! chide me not, my mother,
Though I smile for thee no more;
For my heart is slowly breaking
And my joy on earth is o'er.
I could not brook one word from thee
Less loving in its tone,
Draw nearer to me-love me more,
Since I am lcft alone.
Oh! chide me not, my mother,
When I seem too wildly gay;
The heartless laugh-the hollow jest,
But mask my slow decay.
Reproach me not, because I join
The gay, and festive scene,
I only seek forgetfulness
Of that which once hath been.
Oh ! chide me not, my mother,
Nor think I love thee less,
Because I roam fron place to ilace
To hide my deep disires.,
Because I seem in mirthful throngs
The maddest, merriest thde
Beneath the smile which seens so guy,
There lica chill despair.
Oh, chide ine not, my nother,
Although I often roam
Like spirits which can find no rest,
Afar from theo und homae;
I caunob lead the quiet life,
That once to me was dear,
No: givo to mo the husy worl,,
Forgetfulness is there.
Oh ! chide me not, my mother,
Nor lot thy voice grow cold,
Although I ne'er can be again
As in the days of old.
Then, mother, lot we idly flit
The giddy crowd atmong,
And strive to drown nmy misery
In laugh and jest and song.
Oh! chide me not, my :nother,
For when the struggle's W'or
I'll strive to be what I have been,
In the bright days of yore.
Oh! 'tis a sad awakening
From life's swept early dream,
Then let me seek in change-of scene
That fabled Iethean stream.
Ohz! chide me not, ny mother,
For I could.not borook it now,
Dust thou not mark the mi4ery
Upon my youthful br'ow?
Deal gently with ine-for my heart
Is wrung with anguish deep,
Olt! were it not for thee, I'd pray
For death's long drenmuless leep.
Fromi the Cincinnati Gazette.
A 4U.IKER WEDDING.
There was a wedding not many days ago at
the Friends' mieeting house, on Fifth street,near
John, of two membeas of the Society of Friends.
The mneeting house was tilled long before the
hour for the ceremony, by well dressed but
talkative ladies, attracted by curioaity, anxious
to see the unusual method of doing a very com
nimon thing. These ladies, instead of preserving
the decorous silence which beconmes any house
consecrated to the worship of God, and espe
cially a house belonging to a religious denomi
nation with which quiet is so eswential a part
of religion as it is with the Friends, their hard
ly subdued whispers were heard like the peep
ing of a brood of chickens just breaking the
shell, during *.he whole ceremony, with the ex
ception of the prayer. The males who were
visitors, were more respectful. There were but
few Friends there in the dress of the denomina
tion, and even those observed only an approach
to uniformity of cut and co'or.
After the groom and b~ride, accompanied by
three groomsmnen and bridesmaiils had arrived
and taken their seatsa, there was a long silence.
At length -an elderly Friend rose, ad deliv
ered an exhortation on the solemnity of the
contract which the young couple were to make,
and the necessity of reliance upon Divine
strength to fit them for the duties and trials of
IThen there was another' silence, which was
broken by one of the Friends kneeling and
making a devout and fervent prayer, all but the
one who off'ered it, stood-the men, who, during
thme rest of the of the services, wore their hats,
After the prayer, there was another interval
of silence. At length, the young couple rose,
and the man, taking thme woman's hand, said in
a low voice: " In the presence of qod, and this
asmblyy I talip thep to bp my Wife, promising
by God's grace to be a loving and faithful hus
band till death part us.
IThe bride speaking much louder and more
distinctly than the groom, in the same words,
muatie mutandisr, took him for her husband.
They then signed their names to a certificate
which set forth that the parties had declared
their purpose of marriage before a monthly
meeting of the Society of Friends, and had it
approved, and had further in the presence of
the assembly taken each other for husband and
wife. Th-is certificate was then signed by the
friends and relatives of the party, and the cere
mony was at an end.
The bride and bridesmaids wer'e dresaed ini
plain but rich white dresses, and the groom antId
groomsmen in black dress coats and pants and
white vests. -
WIFE oR WoLF.-Inm France the Society of
the Protection of Animals does not emnoy that
popular respect which it deserves, the small
wits of the capital indulging in endless jokes at
its exp se. The last joke is to this eff'ecti A
countryman, amed with an immense club, pre
sents himself before the President of the Socie
ty,'and claitns the first prize. Hie is asked to
describe the act of humanity on which ho
founds his claim.
"1I saved the life of a wolf," replies the coun
tryman, "I might easily have killed him with
my bludgeon," and he swings his werapon in the
air, to the in tense discomfort of the President.
" But where was this wolf ?" inquires the 1at
ter, " what had he done to you?~"
" He had just devoured Iny wife," is the reply.I
The President refled' an instant and then
says, " My friend, I am of opinion that you have
been sufficiently rewarded."
Several Justices of the Supreme Court of Cuba'
have been convicted of receiving br'ibes for their
decisions in saits tried before them, and ordered
by the Captain General to proceed to Spain,
there tp receive due punishment for theitoff'ence.
THE AGRICULTURAL FAIR.
We call especial attention to the advertise
ment of the Executive CommitteO of the State
Agricultural Society. If there is one thing
more than another that should stimulate the
hope of the agriculturiss, it is the growing
spirit in favor of these Fairs. Not only has our
State Society been successfully inaugurated,
but very many minor societies have been estab
lished in the districts. To those, however, who
are mostly concerned in this Society we have
to utter a few words of admonition. Let it not
be supposed that every thing has been done
and that the Society will now go on with the
impetus it has received. We admit that it has
had a large amount of vitality infused into it,
and that it therefore gives more flattering pro
mises of a permanent existedce than any other
that has ever preceded it. But we must not
forget that it has had predecessors that have
long since lived out their existence and been
registered among things of the past. It is for
our enlightened agriculturists to keep this in
view-to remember what fatal cause may have
produced the sad results-and with constant
vigilance to guard again.t every symptom of
decay-to devote themselves constantly to the
evolution of new schemes Ot usefulness, and to
make its existence not simply a stale and flat
one, but' ones of activity and progress. The
Fair is very important feature of the Society.
But this we regard of minor importance. Nor
must we be understood as attaching any slight
significance to it. We believe we fully appre
ciate its usefulness in bringing annually before
the people of the State the improvements made
in every department of its :ndustry,-in sub
mitting to the agricultural intelligence of the
State the many new facilities which science and
mechanical skill nre constantly inventing-in
the subversion of old ideas and theories, and
the instalment of new ones. It should also be
regarded the province of this Society, to keep
an eye constantly to owe agricultural laws, to
strive constantly to obtain for this interest edu
cational advantages; in fine, to give it the im.
mense benefits which must result from intelli
We are pleased to learn, that the energetic
Secretary is having many' improvenlents made
upon the grounds, new additions made to the
building, and superior provisions made for the
benefit of exhibitors. There are copies of the
premium list in our office, which we shall take
pleasure in distributing. From all accounts,
it is but reasonable to anticipate that this will
be the most satisfactdry exhibition yet held.
Tnrsu BiorNnm.-A key belonging to a well
known bank having been lost, the bank official
cent the Irish city crier to cry its loss, and after
telling him that " the key was lost between Mr.
Patterson's and the Bank, about nine o'clock
this morning, " gave him the injunction not to
betray what key it was. The faithful crier,
having rung hiiibell with-unusual- force, at the
corner of the street, made known the loss, as
follows: " Lost! between Mr. Patherson's and
nine o'clock this morning, a large kay ; an' I'm
not authorized to tell what kay it was, cos it's
the kay to the bank!"
MOn. AnOUT Ti Oux I MmINs.-So great is
the demand for provisions at St. Joseph, tbr the
miines, that Mr. isidere Poulin, a merchant or
that place, who has been shipping to 1t6s port
large'quantities of bacon, has come here to re
purchase some of that article. He says that he
assisted a few days ago, in carrying from the
steamer Wattossa, to tihe White Cloud, thirty-five
thousand dollars worth of gold dust, which' lr.
John Richard had proeured fron Indians, who
had collected it with implements of the rudest
ieseri ption, which they themselves made. Yuln,
Yaicton, Wininehago, and St. Stephcn villages.
re points from which imany Indians, halftbreeds,
&c., had gone to the diggings. Mr. Poulin had
sold goods for the mines, to the amount of $13,.
300, and corroborates the reports in regard to
the richness of the auriferous region. He is
.topping at King's Hote.-St. Lou isDemocrat,
Bisntot ONDRanon.-A New York correspon
lent mentions, as among the probabilities, the
restorationi of Bishop Onderdonk, of New York,
~o the Episcopato. HeI says that the matter
ieets with the approbation of Bishop Potter, of
Penn., and also of he ligv. Dr. Hawks, who has
heretofore stood iu antagonism to Bishop, 0.
Mn. C.Nx.s' CoN~vmoN.-The Charlottesvlle
'Virginia) Advocate, of Friday evening, regrets
;o learn fromm Richmond that but little hopes are
mtertained for the recovery of Mr. Clemens,
vouuded in the late deuel.
KaYSsi SwEE'rs.-They are making sorghum
rure in Kansas. A letter from Leavenworth
"I was in the Quaker settlement, some twelve
niles from Leavenworth, and saw them maling
.he Chiniese sugar cane molasses. The gentle
nan boilinig the molasses told me that the juice
umly needed reducing two-thirds to imake thick
nolasses, full as thick as New Orleans or sugar
ouse. lie said he could make nine gallon~s of
nolasses from seven rodls of ground One man
iear Lecomupton, I understand, would make a
hoosand gallons. it is expected to sell at it
ets a gallon. It is engaged at that 'price.
A writer in the Gennesse Parmer says that
ie has tried the cultivation of wheat in hills like
:orn, having the hills two feet apart each way,
tad two or three plants to the hll; and he re
)orts obtaining from a small plat of groun~d "a
rap so large as to he equal to two hundred
iushiels to the acre.'' Thesoil is keptstirredaud
ultvated during the growth of the crop.
SwALowixo Ni.ED1 .- eiterday morning
little child inthis city commenced crying without
my apparent cause, and kept it up until late in
he evening, wheneits eries were succeeded by
ereams. The parents of the child looked into its
nouth and disoovered near its throat a needle
ticking into its tongue, in such a position that
t was evident that it had come from the stomach.
L'he mothe' then remembered that a day or two
>efore she had given her w( n basket, containing
seedli book, to the child to play with, An
xamination revealed the fact that the needles
ere gone.~ An emietic was given the child, and
t has vomited several noedles from its stomach,
whicth nmay or may not be all. At ainy rate, thme
~hild is be.tter to d'ay. Tihis incident should serve
rs a caution to mothers to keep such thinmgs out of
hle reach ol' their children.-Hardford Press.
At a Virginia prayer-meeting, the chorister
seing absent, the Presiding Elder, whose nate
vas Jeter, called upon one of the~ den~ins,. mnter
-eading theshymn, and saj~ij
With you raise the tune?7"
The deacon lifted up his voice, but instead of
siinging, he inquired :
" Brother Joter, .*
What's the meter ?"
Thecro being a satisfactory answer, Dceacon
Moon pitched the tuney.
M" A man ceases to be a "giod fellow":
the monment he refuses to do precisely what
ther people wish him to do. That discoer
Aervans alnatennL -
LOVI US AT 303g.
SAb! yes, we can bear the day's burden and ha',
The dust and rude jostlings we And in the stree -
And censuring whispers that Best till they-meet.
The ears they were never intended to geet,
If they love us sincerely at home.
We can bear by the crowd to be hurriedalong.
Don-trodden, supplanted, and oppressed'-y *
strong, - e
We can bear everlasting and unprovoked wrong,
I If our hearts, through it all can chant trulythe sang,
Oh ! they love us most dearly at home.
We can bear a wildstorm, be it snow, hail, 'or rain;
Heary losses, instead of the long looked for gain;
Upbraidings and shadows that ereep round our name,
And threaten its brightness to hide or to stuin
If they love us sincerely at home.
Oh!I love us at home! For. this treasure we plead,
With all else, this withheld, we are poor'indedi!
Take all, but leave this, and with voice agrei
We will sing with glad hearts, whatever o4r'ne44
"They still love us-they love us at home'
L.-"' At a public dinner at Springfield, Mass.,
a lady sent the following volunteer,toast: - -
SPRUCE old bachelors-the EVs ERRsNs of
"You have a very striking counte
nance," as the donke said td'the elephant when
he hit him over the ack with his trunk.
E-, - WAn DECLARED AGAiNsT TExAs By
ISnflANs.-Galveston papers of the 21st instat
are received via New Orleans. They state that
the Northern Camanches, Kiowav, and a pat
of the Apaches,. numbering fourteen IndIan
bands in all, have declared war aginet T
l- SCOLDING WIvEa.,-A carpenter- has
been fior some time repairing a dwelling whose
mistress is a reputed termagant. 'Listenng to
her as she vented Ber wrath on her gbod rp
tured "ol'd man" the other day, ShavingsturnEd
to us and said: "If I had such awife as lt,
I'd 'point her funeral to-morrow 't 2 o'clock,
and by J-o-c-k-s,'the corpse would be re'dy "
3 ' A waggisti friend says, if your'sik is
everlastingly complaining of being sick jus. let
her catch you kissing the hired-gl and an in
stant cure will be effected. He has tried e
experiment, and the result was that he has nev
er had to pay a cent for "help" ince.
ZW Inrsu GAL..ANTR T.-A young lady hd
her parasol carried away by a gust of wind,* It
was picked. up by an honest son of the Eierald
Isle, who returned it with:the edmpliment: .
"Faith, Mist, n' if ye wa atbrong as ye're '
handsome, be jabers, a hurricano couldn't bavi
snatched it from ye."
g-Gv.-.Mmtan.-lf yoa wish 'I grw.
.wealty, get married.' What it costst rt
one vice will keep i children. Uni
man is married, he ii tossed about from one do
gree of ungolinea..to a'nother,tiil,his..hth
strength and character are eOmpltely b
up and done for.' Talk about your Cohgfess
water and sea bathing-but there js nothing on
the face of the earth for the healths happiies,
and well being of any person equil to a loving,
zz"It is stated, upon the authority of those
who have heard it, that a cat, when her tail Is
pinched between a door and post- utters the
vowels a, e, i, o, u, with great distinctno-s. If
the injury is prolonged, she gives w, and y, also.
E:" In Arkansas, when a felldtv desires to
say that he would like a drink, ho.declares that .
if he had a glass of -whisky' he would throw 7
himself outside of it mighty quick.
" A placard, suspended in a car on the
Georgia Railroad, contains the following words:
" A gentletuan will be known in these cars by
keeping his feet off the seats and 13is:tobaceo In
Es- A dutch grocer's wife up towp, who
pat ronises dentists and barbers, or id other .
words, who wears artificial teeth and hair, was
engaged-in familiar chatwith an Irish customer
the other day, when she was asked, 'HIave you
cot naturalized yet 1" " How the dickens could
I'aee to work and make ont mny way if I hadn't?"
was the indignant awer. "Natural eyes, Is- -
deed ! To be sure!I havo, -an' always bad an'
more than that, I have natural hair and teeth
EE' A "Mr.AY" EnITOn.-The editor of a
Western piaper having lent his axe to one of hus
subscribers, the borrower unfortunately broke ;
off the handle. On returning it the- man said, -
" You ean easily have it repaired." "Yea" re
plied the editor, "'but that will cost at-least a
quarter of a dollar." " Well," rejoined the her-o'
rower, " if you ain't rather small for an editor I -
Here's the quarter, but I'l1 thank ,you to -step
7f' Everybody likes polte children; worthy
per-sonls will pay attention to such, speak well
of their good manners, and entertain a high
opinion of their parents. Children, ake 'a
note of this.
33" A midshipman asked a priest to tell
him the difer~aence between a priest, and a jack
ass. The priest gave it up. "One wears a .
cross on his back, and the ether on hisabreast,"
said the midshipman. "Now," said the ' it,
" tell me the dif'erence betwien a midshipman
and a jackass." The midshipman .v Ito it
and asked whet it was. The priest ~ld be41
not know of any,.
$." An eitor spaing oftne ofhs breth'
ren of the quill noted for his fatness, said thiat
if the Scripture Proverb that "all fl&'sh is"
bo true, then that man must he a load hany
To which the fat editor replied:- "I saspect I
am from the way tye asses are nibbling at me?.
rE- NO-r so Ostf ors--" I can't lear chiii
dren," said Miss Prim disdainfnlly.
Mrs. Pai-tington looked up at her over her
spectacles mildly before she replied, "Perhapsa
if you could you would like them better."
g"'"My native city has treated me badly"
said a drunken vagabond, " but I love her still"
" Probably," replied a gentleman, "her stillds
all you do love."
'g" A man of sense does but one thing at
a time, and resolves to cecel it; for what's worth -
doing at all ought to be doxne well. -
SE No life can he well ended that has not
been well spent; and what life has' been wel'.
apit that has had no purpose, that has accomt- '
p ished no object-that bas realized no hop..
25--Since thre comnmencement of the ueaireh
for Mr. Thurston, Aeronaut, in ther awamps'be
Michigan and Canada West, the bodimi of tNo
men have been discovered, . bet melher was .
identitled as that of Mr. Thurstosi 'b. Detroit
Free P'ress thinks it is established, bycnd a -i
doubt, that his body ii in the )Iar ih near the.
mouth-of the Rliver Thamnes.- . -
Sg-" Vermonters live to a great agesa-i
wenl known. "Tho are two inen so olttat.
they have forgotten who they are, ad theelse
ao neighbors whaocan'amteber'