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yOL. 39, NO. 36.
WARREN, TRUMBULL COUNTY, OHIO, WEDNESDAY APRIL 25, 1855
WHOLE NO. 2012-
BAPGOOO & ADAPTS,
There's joy in the valley.
And joy on the hills,
A gashing of torrent,
Ji laughter of rills.
An echo of gladness.
From many a dell.
For Spring's happy spirit
Has broken the spell.
There's joy in the forest,
A musical din.
For frolicking breexes
. Are stealing within ;
And birds on their pinions
Their roundels) s sing,
While beauty seems dwelling
In eTery thing.
The dew-drop that nestle
In each Sow'rets cup.
The glad sunshine seeth,
, And drinketh them up !
The buds are as gently
Unfolding their leaves.
As the fall oi those blessings
Our spirit receives.
The clouds that are floating
So lightly and free.
Appear to our vision
lake ships on the sea.
And glitters each rain drop.
Like some sea-washed gem.
On fiow'ret expanding.
On bud and on stem.
We hail thee, sweet April,
Best month in the year ;
Thy coming brings gladness,
. The lonely to cheer ;
In holiday vestments
The earth is now seen.
And rich is her carper
Of beautiful green.
WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS.
H. W. LONGFELLOW.
A mist was driving down the British channel.
The day had just begnn.
And through the window panes on floor and panel
Streamed the red autumnal sun.
It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon.
And the white sails of ships.
And from the frowning rampart the black cannon
Hailed it with feveris lips.
Sand wish and Bomney, Hastings, Hythe and Dover,
Were all alert that day.
To tee the French war steamers speeding over,
Whsn the fog cleared away.
Sullen and silent and like couchant lions.
Their cannon, through the night,
Holding their breath, bad watched in grim defiance
The sea-coast opposite.
And now they roared at drum-beat from their stations
On every citadel,
aeh answering eich with morning salutation
That all was well.
And down the coast, all taking np the burden,
Replied the distant forts.
As if t summon from this sleep the Warden
And Lord of the Cinque Ports.
Him shall no sunshine from the field of asnre, -
He drum-beat from the wall.
No morning gun from the black fort's embrasure.
Awaken with their call.
Ho more surveying with an eye Impartial
The long line of the coast.
Shall the gaunt figure of the old Field Marshal
Be seen upon his post.
For in the night, unseen, a single warrior.
In sombre harness mailed.
Dreaded of man, and sumamed the Destroyer,
The rampart wall has scaled.
He passed Into the chamber of the sleeper.
That dark and silent room.
And as he entered, darker grew and deeper
The silence and the gloom.
He did not pause to parley or dissemble.
Bat smote the Warden boar.
An, what s blow ! that made all England tremble
And groan from shore to shore I
Meanwhile, without, the surly cannon waited.
The sun rose bright o'er head,
Kothing in Nature's aspect intimated
That a great man was dead.
ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIS
ON READING HIS "LIFE AND LETTERS."
Ton might have won the Poet's name.
If such be worth the winning now.
And gained a laurel for your brow
Of sounder leaf than I can claim ;
Bat you have made the wiser choice,
A life that mores to gracious ends
Through troops of nnrecording friends,
A deedful life, a silent voice ;
And you have missed the irreverent doom
Of those that wear the Poet's crewn ;
Hereafter neither knave nor clown
Shall hold their orgies at your tomb.
For now the Poet cannot die.
Nor leave his music as of old.
Bat round him, ere he scarce be cold.
Begins the scandal and the cry ;
"Proclaim the faults he would not show ;
Break lock and seal ; betray the trust ;
Keep nothing sacred ; 'tis but just
The many headed beast should know,"
Ah, shameless ! for he did but sing
A song that pleased us from its worth ;
No public life was his on earth.
No blasoned statesman he, nor king.
He gave the people of his best ;
His worst he kept, his best he gave.
My Ehakespere's curse on clown and knave.
Who win not let hit ashes reel !
Who make it seem more sweet to be
The little life of bank and briar.
The birds that pipe his lone desire
And dies unheard within his tree.
Than he that warbks long and loud
And drops at Glory's temple-gates.
For whom the carrion vulture waits
To tear his heart before the crowd !
Cum ate of Japan. Com. Perry, in a
letter on the character of the trade that
may be carried on by our people with
Japan, 6ays the climate of that country
corresponds in many respects with that
of oar Atlantic States from Maine to
South Carolina inclusive, and requires
for the comfort of the inhabitants w armer
vestments then can be made from our
cotton goods. They have no material
for the manufacture of woolen cloths, and
are therefore obliged to accustom them
selves to clothing altogether unsuited 10
the weather. They raisa no sheep, and
no useful quadruped beside; t!;e horse
for the road.and war purposes, and a few
cattle for the plough. Their religion for
bids the destruction of warm blooded
animals for food; there is therefore many
fish and vegetables and eggs. The cli.
mate of the Lew Chew Islands is milder,
cotton answering for their clothing. The
inhabitants indulge in animal fool to
ON READING HIS "LIFE AND LETTERS." Choice Miscellany.
From Dickens' Household Words.
AN ENGLISH FAIRY TALE.
The following "Legend" is a very
happy satire upon the English Ministry
and Government. The allusions, our
young readers will bear in mind, are all
hits at the conduct of the war with Rus
sia, and under the guise of the "tyrannl
cal old Godmother whose name was
Tape," they will find a severe yet most
amusing carricature of the stiff and ped
antic rules of government, which have
made all energetic management impo-si
blc, by placing power not in the hands
of statesmen and men of genius, but in
those of the "red-tapists," the prim, re
spectable -set of clerks, 'and nothing more'
who now rule the British people. The
satire shows the spirit which is moving
in that nation, and which may before
long sweep away (he aristocracy of wealth
and name, to mate room for the rule of
men whose genius and hearty sympathy
with the people, marks them as nature's
Once upon a time, and of course it
was in the Golden Age, and I hope you
may know when that was, for I am sure
I don't, though I have often tried to find
out, there lived in a rich and fertile coun
try, a powerful Prince whose name was
Bull. He had gone through a great deal
of fighting in his lime, about all sorts of
things, including nothing; but, had grad
ually settled down to be a steady, peace
able, good-natured, corpulent, rather
This puissant Prince was married to
a lovely Princess whose name was Fair
Freedom. She had brought him a large
fortune, and had borne him an im
mense number of children, and had set
them to spinning, and farming, and en
gineering, and soldiering, and tailoring,
and doctoring, andlawyering,and preach
ing, and all kinds of trades. The cof
fers of Prince Bull were full of treasure,
hit cellars were crammed with delicious
wines from all parts of the world, and
the richest gold and silver plate thai ever
was. seen adorned his sideboards; his
sons were strong, his daughters hand
some, and in short you might have sup
posed lhat if there ever lived upon earth
a fortunate and happy Piince, the name
of that Prince, tiffce him for all in all,
was assuredly Prince Bull.
But appearances, as we all know, are
not always to be trusted far from it:
and if they had led to this conclusion
respecting Prince Bull, they would have
led you wrong, as they often have led
For, this good Prince had two sharp
thorns in his pillow, two hard knots in his
crown, two heavy loads on his mind, two
unbridled night-mares in his sleep, two
rocks in his course. He could not by
any means get servants to suit him.
And he had a tyrannical old god-mother
whose name was Tape.
She was a Fairy, this Tape, and was
a bright led all over. She was disgust-
ingly prim and formal, and could never
bend herself a hairs breadth this way or
that way, out of her natural crooked
shape. But, she was very potent in her
wicked art. She could stop the fastest
thing in the world, change the strongest
thing to the weakest, and the most use
ful into the most useless. To do this she
had only to put her cold hand upon it,
and repeal her own name, Tape. Then
it withered away.
At the Court of Prince Bull at least
I don't mean literally at the court, be
cause he was a'genteel Prince and read
ily yielded to his godmother, and she
always reserved the court for his hered
itary Lords and Ladies in the domin
ions of Prince Bull, amoDg the, great
mass of the community who were called
in the language of that polite country the
Mobs and Snobs, were a number of very
ingenious men, who were always busy
with some invention or other, for promo
ting the prosperity of the Prince's subjects
and augmenting the P.rince's power.
But, whenever they submitted their mod
els for the Prince's approval, his god
mother stepped forward, laid her hand
upon them, and said "Tape." Hence it
came to pass, that when any particularly
good discovery was made, the discoverer
usually carried it off to some other Prince
in foreign parts who had no old god
mother who said ' Tape." This was not
on the whole an advantageous state of
things for Prince Bull, tonhe best of my
The worst of it was, that Prince Bull
had in course of years lapsed into such
a state of subjection to this unlucky god
mothei, that he never made any serious
effort to rid himself of her tyranny. I
have said that was the worst of it, bul
there I was wrong, because there is a
worse consequence still, behind. The
Prinw's numerous family became so
downright sick and tired of Tape, that
when they should have helped the Prince
out of the difficulties into which the evil
creature led him, they fell info a danger
ous habit of moodily keeping away from
him in an impassive and indifferent man
ner, as though they had quite forgotten
that no harm could happen to the Prince
their father, without its inevitably affect
Such was the aspect of affairs at the
court of Prince Bull, when this great
Piince found it necessary to go to war
with Prince Bear. He had been for
sometime very doubtful of his servants,
who besides being indolent and addicted
to enriching their families at his expense,
domineered over him dreadfully ; threat
ening to discharge themselves if they
were found the least fault with, pretend
ing that they had done a wonderful
amount of work when they had done
nothing, making the most unmeaning
speeches that ever were heard in the
Prince's name) and uniformly showing
themselves to be very inefficient indeed:
though that some of them, had excellent
characters from previous situations is not
to be denied. Well, Prince Bull called
his servants together, and said to them
one and all, "Send out my army against
Prince Bear. Clothe it, aim it, provide
it with all the necessaries and continren
cies, and I will pay tho piper ! Do your
duty by my brave troops," said the
Prince, "and do it well, and I will pour
my treasure out like water, to defray the
cost. Whoever heard me complain of
money well laid out!" Which indeed
he had reason for saying, inasmuch as
he was well known to be a generous and
When the servants heard those words,
they sent out the army against Prince
Bear, and they set the army tailois to
work, and the army provision merchants
and the makers of guns both great and
small, and the gunpowder makers, and
the makers of balls, shells, and shot;
and they bough, up all the stores and
ships, without troubling their heads about
the price, and appeared to be so busy
that (he good Prince rubbed his hands,
and (using a favorite expression of his,)
said, "It's all right!" But, while they
were thus employed, the Prince's god
mother, who was a great favorite with
those servants, looked in upon them con
tinually all day long, and whenever she
popped in her head at the door, said,
"How do you do, my children ? Wtat
are you doing here ? " " Official busi
ness, god-mother." "Oho ! " says the
wicked Fairy. Tape!" And then
the business all went wrong, whatever
it was, and the servants' heads became
so addled and muddled that they thought
they were doing wonders.
Now, this was very had conduct on
the part of the vicious old nuisance, and
she ought to have been strangled, even
if she had stopped here, but, she didn't
stop here, as you shall learn. For, a
number of the Prince's subjects, being
very fond of the Prince's army, who were
the bravest of men, assembled together
and provided all manner of eatables and
drinkables, and books to read, and clothes
to wear, and tobacco to smoke, and can.
dies to burn, and nailed them up in great
packing-cases, and put them on board a
great many ships to be carried out to that
brave army in the cold and inclement
country where they were fighting Prince
Bear. Then, up comes this wicked Fairy
as the ships were weighing anchor, and
says :. " How do you do, my child reu ?
What are you doing here?" We are
going with all these comforts to the army,
godmother." ' Oho!" says she, "a plea
sant voyage, my darlings. Tape!" And
from that time forth, those enchanted ships
went sailing, against wind and tide and
season, round and round the world, and
when they touched at any port were or
dered oiT immediately, and could never
land their cargoes anywhere.
This, again, was very bad conduct on
the part of (his vicious old nuisance, and
she ought to have been strangled for it il
she had done nothing worse; but she did
something still worse, as you shall learn.
For siie got astride her official broomstick,
and muttered as a spell theso two sen
tences, "On Her Majesty's service," and,
"I have the honor to be, sir, your most
obedieut servant," and presently alighted
in the cold and inclement country where
the army of Prince Bull were encamped
to fight the army of Prince Bear. On
the seashore of that country, she found
piled together, a number of houses for
the army to live i:i, and a quantity of pro
visions for the army to live upon, and a
quantity of clothes for the army. to wear;
white, sitting in the mud gazing at them,
were a group of officers as red lo look at
as the wicked old woman herself. So,
she sail to one of them, "Who are you
my darling, and how do you do?" "1 am
the Quarter-Master General's Depart
ment, godmother, and 1 am pretty well."
Then she said to another, "Who are you,
my darling, and how do you do?" " I
am the Cormnissaiiat Department, god
mother, and 1 am pretty well." Then
she said to another, "Who are you, my
darling, and how do you do." "1 am the
head of the Medical Department, godmo
ther, and I am pretty well." Then she
said to some gentlemen scented with lav
ender, who kept themselves at a great
distiince from the rest, "And who are you,
my pretty pets, and how do you do?'
And they answered, "We-aw are the-aw.
Slaff-aw Department, godmother, and we
are very well indeed." " I am delighted
to see you all, my beauties," says the
wicked old Fairy, " Tape!" Upon that,
ihe houses, clothes and provisions, all
mouldered away; and the soldiers who
were sound, fell sick ; and the soldiers
who were sick, died miserably; and the
noble army of Prince Bull perished.
When the dismal news of his great loss
was carried to the Prince, he "suspected
his godmother very much indeed ; but lie
knew that his servants must have kept
company w ith the malicious beldame, and
must have given way to her, and there.
fjre he resolved to turn those servants
cut of their places. So, he called to him
a Roebuck who had the gift of speech, and
he said, "Good Roebuck, tell them they
must go." The good Roebuck delivered
his message, so like a man that you might
have supposed him to be nothing but a
man and they were turned out but not with
out warning, for that they had had a long
And now comesthe most extraordinary
part of the history of the Prince. When
he had turned out thoso servants, of
course he wanted others. What was his
astonishment to find that in all his domin
ions, which contained no less than twenty,
seven millions of people, there were not
above five-and-twentv servants al!o-eth-er!
They were so lofty about it, too, tha1
instead of discussing whethcrthey should
hire themselves as servants to Prince Bull,
they turned things toysturvey, and con
sidered whether as a favor, they should
hire Prince Bull to be their master!
While they were arguing this point
among themselves quite at their leisure,
the wicked old red fairy was incessantly
going up and down, knocking at the door
of twelve of the oldest of the five-and-twenty,
who were the oldest inhabitants
in all that country, and whose united
ages amount to one thousand, saying,
"Will you hire Prince Bull for your
master? Will you hire Prince Bull for
your master?" To which, one answered,
" I will, if next door will and another,
"I can't if he, she or they, might, could,
would, or should." And all this time
Prince Bull's affairs were going to rack
At last, Prince Bull in the height of
his perplexity assumed a thoughtful face,
as if he were struck by an entirely new
idea. The wicked old Fairy, seeing this,
was at his elbow directly, and said, "How
do you do, my Prince, and what are you
thinking of?" " I am thinking godmoth
er," says he, "that among the seven-and-twenty
millions of my subjects who have
never been in service, there are men of
intellect and business who have made
me very famous both among my friends
and enemies." "Aye, truly?" says the
Fairy. " Aye, truly," says the Prince.
" And what then?" says the Fairy.
" Why, then," says hv, "since the regu
lar old class of servants do so ill, are so
hard to get, and carry it with so high a
hand, perhaps I might make good servants
of some of these." The words no sooner
passed his lips than she returned chuck
ling, " You think so, do you? Indeed,
my Prince! Tape!" Thereupon he di
rectly forgot what he was thinking ofand
cried out lamentably to (he old servants, t
"O, do come and hire your poor old mas
ter ! Pray do! On any terms."
And this, for the present, finishes the
story of Prince Bull. I wish I could wind
it up by saying that he lived happy ever!
afterwards, but I cannot in my conscience j
do so ; for, with Tape at his elbow, and;
his estranged children fatally repelled by j
her from coming near him, I do not, to.
Uell you the plain truth, believe in the pos
sibility of such an end to it.
Seeing the Elephant. Passengers
who travel by the New Yoik and New j
Haven cars have a "rand chance of '-see-j
ing the elephant.'- Going from New York, I
the cars pass the farm of P. T. Barnum,
a mile or so before reaching Bridgeport,
Cl. On that firm, and in plain view!
from the Railroad, an elephant may bej
seen every pleasant day, attached to a
large plow, and doing up the "sub soiling" j
in first rate style, at the rale of about j
three distinct double horse learns. The i
animal is perfectly tractable. 1 lis attend- j
ant rides him, while a colored man guides!
the plow. The elephant is also used for
caning large loads of gravel in a cart ar
ranged purposely for him, and in drawing
stone on a stone boat or drag, in piling up !
wood, timber, 5c., and it) making himself
Sort words soften cur own soul.
From Peterson's Magazine.
LAVENDER AND PINKS.
BY FANNY SMITH.
Do you know, dear reader, what a bou
quet of lavender and pinks is like? Can
you conceive that the far-famed airs from
"Araby the blest," are dull in theii spicy
fragrance compared with them?
One pleasant June morning, as I was
tearfully watching the lonjj willow branch
es sway back and forth in the light breeze,
thinking how in their graceful motions
they were like the loving arms which once
had entwined my neck, and were now
palsied and cold in death, and saying to
my heart "there is no sorrow like to my
sorrow" my hostess entered with a bunch
of lavender and pinks. Their perfume
filled my room, and as I turned from the
window by which I was leaning, to re
ceive them, Mrs. A said quietly,
"Will you have these flowers? they are
my favorites, and I never like to put any
others with them," and I knew by a slight
quivering of the mouth, and the hasty
manner in which she turned away, in
stead of the usual few minutes chat, that
there were "sad memories connected with
The summer months passed pleasan'ly
by in the little, low, old-fashioned cottage,
with its two huge willow trees in front,
and giant walnuts at the back, whose
branches swayed amicably together over
the roof; and always on my toilet table
stood a bouquet of fragrant roses and state
ly lilies, or of larkspurs, lady's slippers
and coreopsis; but always in a separate
bin cli, as long as they were in season,
were a few spears of lavender and pinks.
There was a quiet melancholy in niy
hostess' face, which had from the first in
terested me. I knew by the silvery hairs
which so thickly threaded her raven
bands, and by tho quiet kindness in her
dark eyes, and by the low, unexcited
tones of her voice, that the trials of life
had swayed fearfully around her, and that
now she was exhausted and asked only
In the course of time I learned her his
tory. As a girl, self-willed and high. spirited,
sin; had married against the wishes of her
friends, and after a few months of wild
happiness, she awoke from herfever dream
to find that he, for whom she had left
friends and the luxuries of a wealthy
home, was unworthy of the sacrifice.
Year after year passed, and she found her
idol shattered and but clay at her feet ;
but with a woman's lndying faith she
hoped on, through poverty, and desertion,
and contumely, and she curbed her high
spirit to gentle words, and went meekly
about to make her home attractive, but,
alas! in vain and after vears of sorrow
and hope, she rested his dying head upon
her bosom, and listened w ith an appalled
heart to the blasphemous ravings of his
delirium. And she laid him in his grave,
and stilled the moaning of her heart, that
she might care for the little ones vet left
to comfort her.
But a few months passed, and a new
anxiety awaited her. The little babe that
was jut beginning to lisp "ma ma" so
lovingly, that was so winsome in its ways,
so cooing and happy through all her trou
bles the "man child" to whose future
she was already looking, when he should
ba her comfort and support, sickened and
She laid him in his little coffin, compos
ed his golden curls and waxen fingers, and
knelt down and tried to thank God that he
bad been saved from the trials and tempt
ation to come. Wild sobs at times es
caped her, as she thought of putting him
from her warm bosom, and tender ei. cir
cling arms, into the cold, unpitying grave;
but the appeal of the dear Jesus, "Suffer
little children to come unto mc and frrbid
them not," should it be in vain? and with
a fervent "Thy will be done," she laid
her baby away from her.
Time wore away to Mrs. A in the
quiet discharge of hrr duties to her two
remaining children. Hopes f r the crim
ing future were beginning to dawn fairtly
through the dark sorrows of the past, when
a t rriblc accident befel her youngest
child. Still the mother's heart and hand
were not palsied. Day by day she lifted
the little sufferer to the window, to feel
tho cool breeze, or to gaze on the trees,
the flowers, the sunset; night by night
with trembling fingers she wiped the cold
dews, caused by the racking pain, from
its forele"ad: and stilled the wild cry that
was going up from her own heart, to sing
it to rest with sweet lullabys.
At times, indeed, her strength would
almost fail her. She would ru-di from
the room, to esaapa the xvail from the
white parched lips, and the longing, im
ploring glance of her child's eye, to moan
out, "oh, God ! oh, (Jod !" the only prayer
she could utter for strength, and go hack
wi:h smiles and cheerful tones to the bet!
sido. ' ( '
At length the hour for the mortal strug
gle came, and in her own arms the moth
er held tho child, repulsinj with a sharp,
jealous tone, all who offered to touch what
hail now become so fearfully precious to
her; and as she struggled with the con
vulsed form, she turned away her head,
that those looks of agony might not haunt
her forever. Amid wind and rain, she
laid her second child away from her; and
when for nights after, the storm moaned
sickening! among the willow branches
and abound the house top, she longed to
go out anil throw herself upon tho little
grave, to protect the untroubled sleeper
from its fury.
At last the poverty which had so long
stared her in the face disappeared. By
the death of relatives, a sum which would
make her comfortable for life, was se
cured !o her, and her whole attention now
was turned to the education of her re
maming child. This daughter was grow
ing up into a gentle, delbato girl, who
seemed to have imbibed her mother's sor
rows in infancy, so that she appeared
never to have known the careless pleas
ures of childhood, and the undimmed
hopes of girlhood.
Day by day the mother watched this
last treasure, as fair and fragile as a pale
lily Mossom, fearing that every rude wind
would crush it to the earth sickening at
the agonizing thought that perhaps this,
her last comfort on earth, would be snatch
ed from her too. The joung girl had
unconsciously become her friend, coun
To the watchful eye of love, which
cannot be deceived, for its instincts are so
sure, the change from week to wee be
came more perceptible. The step was
more feeble ; the voice lower than of old ;
whilst the large eyes seemed filled with a
mournful radiance; and the blue veins in
the thin, white hands grew larger every
Then the time came when the walks in
the garden, which she had cultivated with
so much care, had to be discontinued, and
she ouly knew of its wealth and beauty
by the fresh bouquets which were plucked
daily ; though the only perfume for which
she cared was that (if her lavender and
pinks. A few sprigs of those were always
on her bosom, their spiritless revived her
so; and she would sit listlessly arranging
the grey blue of the lavender with the
white and crimson of the carnations, in
the pleasant June sunshine, while visions
of the far away land to which she was
hastening, became more distinct the near
er she approached it.
One July morning found her too feeble
to rise from her bed as usual; and when
the morrow's sun arose, she was shrouded
for the grave with a bouquet of her favor
ite flowers on her bosom; seventeen years
from the day on which she had been laid,
a little wailing stranger, on the warm,''
palpitating bosom of her mother, she was
laid again on the cold bosom of her mother
earth, who stretched out htr cold arms to
Then many talked of the wonderful
resignation of the mother. They knew
that it was the apathy of despair, leading
almost to unbelief, that her faith had near,
ly died out by reason of her many trials;
and that as Job of old was advised, she
was almost tempted to "curseGodanddie."
But better feelings at last triumphed.
From out among tho glowing stars she
saw the loving eyes of those she lost look
down upon her, and she heard their voices
in the night wind that murmured around
the cottage, and all pleasant things which
God had created drew her with loving
arms to them and Him ; and now where
evf r there ore tossings on sick pillows,
or weeping eyes, or breaking hearts, or
immortal souls panting at the gates of the
Eternal City, Mrs. A is there to coun
sel and console.
I now say no more to my heart, there
is no sorrow like to my sorrow."
' The Fihst Weddino. We like short
courtships, and in this, Adam acted like a
sensible man he fell asleep a bachelor,
and awoke to find himself a married man.
He appears to have popped the question
almost imniedia'ely af.er meeting Md'le
Eve, an I she, without any fl nation or
shyness, gave him a kiss and herself. Of
that first wedding in this world we have
had however, our own thoughts, and
sometimes in a poetical mood, have
wished we were the man "wot did it."
Bul the deed is done the chance was
Adam's, and he improved it.
We l.ke the notion ol getting married
ii a garden. It is in good taste. We like
a priv tte wedding; Adam's was private.
No envious beaux were t'.erc; no croaking
old maids; chaptering aunts and gru:n
blin" grandmo hers. The birds of heav
cn were the minstrels, and the glad
sky flung its light upon the scene.
One thiug about the first wedding
brings queer th'ngi to us, in in spite of
scriptural truth. Adam and wi'Vs were
rather young to be marr'u-d ome two
or three days ol J, according to the sageit
speculations of theoljians mere babies
lar 'er but not older without experi
ence, without a pot or kettle, notlrng but
love and Edcti! A'twA'a tfessenyer
From the Home Journal.
Without drawing upon a nervously sen
sitive temperament, it does not require a
very fertile imagination, or brilliant fan
cy, to realize a labor of love in the en
deavor to interest the lady readers of the
Homo Johrnal; for I know that, whether
I state something worthy of being treas
ured in memory, or give them any advice
of immediate utility, either will be appre
ciated. And, relying as their confiding
nature always prompts them to upon the
sincerity of a desire to please, they will,
of course, take the will for a proportion of
the deed. It is now pretty generally con
ceded, and proclaimed by all intelligent
foreigners who travel in this country, that,
while the men of it are inferior to those of
any other nation, still our women are su
perior to them. Believing, as I do, most
sincerely, in the correctness of this decis
ion, I am induced to decline any credit
for the discrimination which makes me
prefer above all other juries before whom
to be tried such as might be indiscrimi
nately s3lected from the ladies who read
Il is true, that the exercise of the supe
rior intelligence of American women is
confined to a narrow sphere, being depri
ved, by domestic duties, from indulging
the gift of inventive genius; yet, as a salvo
which, we think, amounts to a just quid
pro quo, they are free from the ignobling
influence and debasing chase after the
"almighty dollar;" while their sphere in
cludes all the realm of interest worth liv
ing for requiring as high an order of
talent to properly fulfil, as to plan a siege
of Sebastopol, or bring Spain to consent to
reciprocity in our trade with Cuba.
Schools fail of conferring the desired
results, unless the homes of pupils furnish
them the examples whereby to practice
the theories learned at them: and among
the multifarious duties and lessons to be
learned at home, are those of dress and
address; for it matters not how many for
eign airs the travelled lady may bring
home with her from a long voyage, all
those which cannot stand the test of home
criticism must be abandoned. And so it
is with dress: the train that might very
properly and modestly beeome the Em
press Eugenia at the Tuileries, would call
down ridicule upon almost any American
lady who should display it at one of our
most distinguished balls. Our ladies
should reject, with equal distaste, the
sumptuous display of the Loreltes of Paris
and the tawdry bizarreries of the Gris
cttes, and adhere to that juste milieu which
is offered in a toilet of modest pretensions
and price, distinguished for its freshness
and elegance, instead of its luxury. Con
fusion of color should be avoided ; and
that which tones down on some and
such as producces an enlivening effect,
by heightening the lone of complexion, on
others should be selected with the great
est care as to nuance, and adhered to in
defiance of milliners' anathemas. Ladies,
as well as gentlemen, should exhibit an
indigenous taste in their costumes, and all
foreign fashions should be Americanised
before they are "adopted; for, as there is
a marked peculiarity observable in the
personal appearance as well as in the
habits of thought in Americans, so there
should be an outward semblance of dress,
in keeping with the erect attitude, noble
bearing, and free air of an American cit
izen. It would he simply ridiculous for us
because the rulers, of the English and
French people, have plunged them into a
wicked, expensive, and frightfully decim
ating war, so that mourning dresses are so
numerous as to have made black the fash
ionable color it would be ridiculous on'
this account alone to make Wacithe fash,
ionable color here ; particularly while
we are on the crest of the highest wave
of prosperity. There is a time tor every-
thing, and in the order of events it does
not seem proper that we should go into
mourning just yer, and thus lower the
value of sacred observances and souvenirs
of respect for our departed kindred, by
making those outward signs of affection
too common, or affixing to them fashion's
signet of sanction.
American ladies should receive tho
compliment due them for possessing the
remarkable facility of being the'r own
hair-dressers, and for displaying more
skill and better taste in the art than do
even the coiffeur of Paris, Rome or Ven
ice. The heads dressed by a profession,
al coiffeur are all uniform, and according
t the fashion sliflly so ; while the heads
of American ladies are dressed according
tj the prevailing fashion, but yielding to
the modifications dictated by a nice dis
criminative taste, having especial refer
ence t the style of face and neck. They
all know that the length of neck has
much to do wi'h the style of dressing the
hair, as will as the cut of a gown and wear
of u collar.
It is al$q Preditable that our ladies do
not use many cosmetics, or oils for tho
head ; for, in Paris where the complex-
ion of the ladies is generally more or less '
winey, and where the hair-dresser does
up the head every morning, not to be
touched or recoified until the next day,
before evening it is not uncommon to
see their heads powdered with dust, and
the glossiness of the hair produced by po-
matum not un frequently frowy and dirty. -
SPIRITUALISTS BEAT ALL HOLLOW.
Spiritualism has nothing to marvel orer,
near so wonderful as the mechanical facta
mentioned by a writer in the North. Brit
ish Review, who says:
"The condition of trance can be induced
by suppressing the respiration and fixing
the mind; and we cannot convey a better
idea of it than by giving, after Dr. Cheyne
of Dublin, the following account of the
case of Col. Townsend, of Bath, a gentle
man of a high Christian character ;
Col. Townsend could die or expire when -he
pleased and yet by an effort or some
how, he could come to life again. He
insisted so ranch upon onr seeing the trial
made, that we were at last forced to com
ply. We all three felt his pulse first
It was clear and distinct, though small
and thready; and his heart had its usuil
beating. He composed himself upon his
back, and lay in a still position for soma
time; while I held his right hand, Dr.
Baynard laid bis head on his heart, and '.
Mr. Skrine held a clean glass to his mouth.
I found his pulse sink gradually, until
at last, I could not feel any by the most '
exact and nice touch. Dr Biynard could
not feel the least motion in the heart,
nor Mr Skrine peroeive the least sign of
breath on the mirror he held to his mouth.
Then each of us by turns examined his
arm, heart and oreath, but could not by
the nicest scrutiny discover the least
symptoms of life in him. We reasoned a
long time about this odd appearance, as
well as we could; and finding he still
continued in that condition, we began to
conclude that he had, indeed, serried the
experiment too far; and at last, we were
satisfied that he was aetaaUy dead, aaL
we were just ready to leave him. This
continued about half an hour. - By nine
o'clock in the morning in autumn, as we -were
going away, we observed some mo
tion about the, body, and upon examina
tion, found his pulse and the motion of
hisheart gradually returning; hebeganto
breathe heavily and speak softly. We were
all astonished in the last degree at his
unexpected change, and after some fur-
tU,.n.ni;An ,fk Llm ,
we went away fully satisfied as to all the
particulars of his fact, but confounded
and puzzled, and not able to form any
rational scheme that might account for it,
In repeating this remarkable experiment
on a subsequent occasion, CoL Townsend
Will hs Succeed? The Albany cor
respondent of the New York Courier,
imparts the following intelligence about
. i. j: .r. - i r i.
hlir yi uuauic uioiur - J ui iwuwj sus WW
insect in wheat :
"I witnessed yesterday what was in
trinsically worth more than was the day's
legislation. Dr. Fitch of Washington,
under the patronage of the State Agri-
Ti1ri vol Qv-vrf tt !a in VAcrlrre tin rr wttf e
minuteness and patience and unwearied
zeal, that can only seldom be obtained in
human effort, the history, habits, origin
of and remedy for, the insect as our
despairing and suffering farmers call it
the midge that eats out" of the grain
If a 1 1 fa thar noo ft-tv aa 1."-nr timA e)iarBoi1
lllO 1 llAA G SAIBO 1V-1 BT l 3 HtUK VUVVKMS
all the wheat-growing of the East, and
has, in the last year, turned to skeleton
results, the promising ha vest of western
New York, and has blended its insidious
evils with the destruction wrought to the
wheat crop of Ohio, by the drought
Thi effort of Dr. Fitch promise to vork
out a remedy for thi mighty iff,and I conld
see that the accurate research, the pre
cise presentation of this scholar ofNature,
as he showed in the cereals the minute
hut sure path of destruction made by the
insect was worthy belter the notice and
commendation of the Press, than would
have been the effort of the orator. The
1 oss which is wrought out to the granaries
of our country by this army of destroyers
is extensive beyond belief.
Tue London Punch on Ge.ndbr Tbe
sun is called masculine from his support
ing and sustaining the moon, and finding
her the wherewithal to shine away as she
does of a night ; and from his being
obliged to keep such a family of stars be
sides. The moon is feminine, beoause
she is constantly changing, just as a ship
is blown about ly every wind. The
church is feminine, because she is mar.
ried to tbe State, and time is masculine,
because Ire is trifled with by the hdics,
A Good Reason. "Why are you
forever humming that air?" asked Foote
of a man without a sertsa of tune in him
Because it haunts me." No wonder,"
said Foot?, you are forevei murdering
it." ' . ,
Kind words do not cost much, they
help one's own good natqre,N'