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VOL. 4 0, NO 3.
SEPTEMBER 5, 1 855.:
WHOLE NO. 2031
THERE'S NO DEARTH OF KINDNESS.
There do de-trth of kindnesi
In tiiii world of oars !
Only in our blindness
We gather thorn fur flowers !
Outward we are spornicg.
Trampling one another 1
While we are in) yearning
Ac the name of "Brother !"
There's no dearth of kindness
Or lore among mankind.
But in darkling loneness
Hooded hearts grow blind I
Full of kindness tingling.
Soul is shut from soul.
When they might be mingling
In one kindred whole !
- There's no dearth of kindness,
Tbo it be unspoken ;
From the heart that buildeth
Rainbow sir iles In token
That there be none so lowly,
But have some angel touch ;
Yet, pursing lores unholy,
We lire for self too much !
As the wild rose bloweth.
As funs the happy river.
Kindness freely fioweth
In the heart forever.
But if men will hanker
Ever for golden dust.
Kindliest hearts will canker,
Brightest spirits rust.
There's no dearth of kindness
In this world of ours ;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers !
O, cherish God's best giving,
Falling from above !
Life were not worth living,
Were it not for Love.
BY CHARLES LELAND PORTER.
Ye beautiful hopes of Bothood,
Where have ye strayed away ?
Gone, like the Summer shower.
Passed like the Summer day !
I see your bricht eye glancing
By the brook and in the glen ;
Ye beautiful hopes of Bothood,
Come ye not back again ?
Ye beautiful hopes of Mahhooo,
Image of Boyhood's hour,
I feel your warm breath on me.
And oh ! Us thrilling power !
And I hear your angel foot-falls
In the breeze that fans me now ;
And the touch of your gpntle fingers
Is the coolness on my brow.
All sun light are your pinions.
All golden is your track ;
And the sflver of your whisper
Sys,ye mrt coming hack :
Here, take this cry sal tear-drop.
From pare it joy distilled ;
O beautiful hopes of Manhood,
My fond heart ye have filled !
You're singing your organ anthem
In the chambers of my soul.
And the musical-waves come rolling
As the waves of the ocean roll :
With snowy wings now folded.
On with the syren-song ; -Ye
beautiful hopes of Mamhood,
Will ye not tai ry long ? .
[From the Ohio Farmer.]
WRONG SIDE OUTWARD.
Or the difference between Cashmere
BY HELEN L. BOSTWICK.
"Did I tell you about it, Eunice ?"
"About what ?"
"My going to the city wrong side out
ward. '; .
"What do you mean ?" said Eunice.
"Oh, I see you never heard the stoiy,
so I will tell you. Two years ago I
spent a few weeks with my fritnds the
Wilmots, near the city of A . In
the family were two young ladies who
found it necessary to do a great deal of
shopping, and not a little visiting in the
city, and of course patronized the rail
road connecting their little village with
the 'Green street Depot,' to no trifling
"Xow you shall see what a handsome
and gentlemanly conductor we hare on
this route ; said Bell Willmot to me, as
I took a luxurious cushion in a crowded
car for a first 'miscellaneous trip to
" He is my beau ideal of a conductor,'
added Kate; 'letthe carbee.erso crowd
ed, he is sure to find a place for ladies,,
and never objects to our band boxes and
carpet bags, as many ill-natured fellows,
dresi in a liule brief authority, are apt to
do ; and if out purses are short after a
shopping excursion, he ofin . Kale's
rhapsody was interrupted by the start
ing of the train.
"We were whii'ed on to A in
abouttwenly minutes, yet I had an op
portunity to notice that the labeled olfi
cial"tX7 indisputably vtry considerate
and attentive, at all events lo our party.
He opened the window which was swol
len by damp weather, at a look from
Kite, and ordered a Dutchman, smoking
meekly upon the platform into the bag
gaye ear, at a sympton of fainmess from
Bell. I could but acknowlede that
Fanny Fern should adu to her list of
models a 'model cdhductor,' taking this
one for her original. .
"Arrived at our destination, 1 was
again entertained with my friends' prais
es of tLe various merchants and milliners
hey were accustomed to patronize.
" I alwayspurchase silks at Weaver's;
they are so conscientious, and never try
to palm off an inf rior article upon a cus
tomer. At Mrs. Lasalle's you will find
A superb assortment of gloves and em
broideries. The proprietress is a red uced j
French Countess, and one of the most!
lady like persons you ever saw ;' rallleJ
" "Aud if you wish to buy shoes ; be
sure and call at Marvin's ; the; are so
accommodating : they never make wiy
faces, if you happen to break a string, or
loosen a clasp, or any other such trifling
accident,' added Kate.
"This was enough, yet if I needed
more to convince me of the superior ex
cellence of these aristocratic shopkeepers,
that afternoon's observation would have
furnished it. Xo sooner did the rich
brocades, and crapes, aud ribbons of the
fair Misses Wilmot flutter inside a shop
Uoor, than every attendant, from propri
etor to errand boy, proceeded to don
their most obsequious smiles and agreea
ble deportment. It was not strange, Eu
nice. The young ladies carried heavy
purses, and were easily persuaded to
"The afternoon passed pleasantly and
faliguingly enough, in chatting and
shopping, is shaking hands with old ac
quaintances, and trying to bow graceful
ly to new introductions, and ontmr re
turn, arrid many expressions of satisfac
tion as our purchases were enrolled and
exhibited before Mrs. Wilmot and Aunt
Lucy, the girls forced me to confess that
the A merchants and the A
and O conductor far surpassed
any others in the known world.
"At;d so it was, almost daily, for the
first fortnight of my stay. At one lime
we called on a celebrated dentist for some
trifling tooth -operation. He was an ac
quaintance of Bell's, and she presented
him to me as a friend. He was very
handsome, and his voice and smile cap
tivating to one who could appreciate mu
sic and sunshine. Eunice, I was ama
zingly pleased with that man. I who
am so fastidious, I fancied him the im
personation of skill and benevolence
the head and the heart the means and
the end glorious combination for those
wbo'Settl)emiLlvps up m I lia tturl.l'j.
healers and teachers. He impressed me
as one of ihe few to whom science may
safely commit her priceless treasures,
sure that they would be us d only for
the blessing o humanity. Ah, Eunice!
I had only seen the silken side 1"
"Pray go on," said Eunice.
"One rainy morning, I received a let
ter from home, giving notice that my
young sister was about to. take a West
ern lour with a friend. 'New dresses of
course, are requisite,' jrrole my mother,
'and I wish you to procure and send
them immediately.' Then followed a
list of the articles needed.
"This letter had been longer than usu
al on the route ; that moment, I knew
sister Lib, amid a symphathizing con
clave of -writing milliners, marveled at
my long delay.
"The articles must be purchased that
very day, raining as it was, and more
over I must go alone ; Bell and Kate
had gone to bed with hair in curl-papers,
and novels under their pillows. Toward
noon the rain iibated, and I notified my
frie ids of my determination to go to
A . The young ladies stared with
" 'To morrow, I II be at your service,"
said Bell, but not to-day. Why you're
crazy look at the clouds you 11 tak; a
dreadful cold don't get saiin-st"iped
tissue; is frays shockingly.'
"I dressed, walked to the station, but
a few rods distant, and found myself half
an hour too early. Very soon the clouds
lowered, and rain fell in cataracts. Nev
ertheless, I stubbornly adber d to mjde
termination, the more stubbornly, that
I knew the girls would ridicule me with
out mercy if I re urued. Bull looked
at mv dress, and thought of my bonnet;
and was thankful that the old brown veil
I found crumpled in my pocket would
protect the latter. My mantilla was of
watered silk, handsomely trimmed, and
I remembered a lady told me that water
would spot it. How loolixh I had been
to wear it.
-Well, Eunice, what do you suppos-e 1
did ? I turned it wrong side outward ! It
was lined with the usual black muslin,
from whiuh the gloss had disappeaied in
spots. I was the only occupant of the
Ladies' saloon and enjoyed the full ben
efits of an eight-by-ten looking glass.
I glanced in it, and seeing what a ludi
crous figure ray old veil and rusty outer
gaiment made, in contrast with my fi ie
cashmere traveling dress, with its richly
trimmed basque, tl.e idea of going to the
city thoroughly disguised, at once pre
sented itself. The skirt of my dress was
separate from the body, and I had lined
it for comfort in winter with an old ging
hi. a dress,, clean and whole, but I mu-t
confess, sadly faded. Well, I luiced
this wrong side outwards, also."
"You don't mean that you went to the
city in that style," said Eunice.
"I did, and enjoyed it too, convinced
that I was doing a Sensible thing. But
yu shall hear. Scarcely was my odd
toilet completed, when the whistle sound-
ed ard drawing the thick veil over roy
face, I made my way to the neartst car.
And now commenced the development.
The handsome aud gentlemanly conduc
tor nearly knocked me over in the door
way, in his willingness to pioneer a lady
in blue silk with four flounces, a satchel,
hat box. a parasol, nnd a lap dog, safe
ly out upon a platform. Returning, while
I stood gazing vacantly at the rows of
hats and boots before me, none of which
moved to relinquish a seat in my behalf,
the model conductor pointed to an un
comfortable corner seat, between a black
woman with a baby, and a white woman
with two bahies. Of course, I accepted
it, and the cunning pranks of the little
African made my hard seat endurable.
"Well, reached the city, and made my
way to Weaver's fashionable store. The
skies were weeping briskly, nnd I, carry
ing a blue cotton umbrt da, probably did
not call up golden visions to the eyes of
the young gentlemen clerks who lounged
upon the counters, or sat with feet eleva
ted at alarmingly acute angles, as I en
tered. When I enquired for 'silk, tis
sues, grenadines, any fine summer dress
goods,' there was one undivided stare.
"It would take too much time to tell
how some strainer silks, and half cotton
berages were first produced, and how I
eventually convinced them that I undei
stood their proper quality. Suffice it to
say, I purchased nothing there, though
tempting articles were finally displayed
before me, but suited myself at less pre
"Next, to Mrs. Lasalle's I went, whose
anathema upon tnc for detecting the
cotton laces presented me for linen, I will
not repeat, but must say they were deliv
ered in a very un Countess like rage,
though in excellent French.
"I did not try the shoe store that day,
but 'n pa: sing Dr. R's office, something
prompted me to enter. I had beeu
amused, anil not the least disappointed
by jay-itfuirnitou'ti iiX,urit osc. Iml mw -a
little anxiety mingled with much curi
osity. 1 bethought me of a nervous
tooth-ache thai had robbed me of sleep
for a portion of several nights, and which
I had sedulously concealed from ihe
family, chiefly because Aunt Lucy's in
fallible remedy in such cases was whis
key and'ginger, boiling hot, a remedy to
me, infinitely "worse than the disease.
Perhaps Dr. R. could name something
"I rang gently, and was admitted.
The Doctor, who was talking and f roo
king with a dashing young man, glanced
at my dress as I entered, and without
further notice, went on with the conver
tion. Finally I instituted a slight cough,
and he turned toward me with
"Well, old lady, what's the matter
with you ?"
"I enquired in a suffering voice, 'the
best cure for an aching otli.
- " 'Crooked iron, marm, applied cold, is
the best thing, and animal magnetism
is next best. Ever try it, hey ?' And
the man of science winked and grinned
at his companion, who ejected a quid of
tobacco from his mouth, quite near my
poor gingham skirt, and laughed immod
erately. In two seconds I was in the
street, and on my way to the Depot,
questioning within myself, whether t:.ere
are such qualities yet remaining in our
world, as uttbouglit honesty and kindness.
My doubts were to be removed. The
train stood at the Depot as I came in
sight, and I hurried my steps lest it
should depart without me.
"I managed to gain a seat, but had no
time to purchase a ticket, and when the
conductor came, I felt for my port mon
nie to pay the necessary fare. It was
gone. An exploration of my pocket to
us lowest dep.hs availed nothing, and I
was in a dilemma. 1 explained the mat
ter to him, assuring him I bl'oufd leave
the train at Ihe uexi station, and would
there borrow the amount. He left me,
muttering his suspicions that the stoiy
was a lie, and weul his rounds.
'Soon after, tome one touched my el
bow, aud on looking arouud, I wasgreel-
ied by a lank, ragged, uncombed Irirh
man, who smiled and held something to
ward me. Ii was my porle-monnie.
'Faith and havn't I been saichin the
cars for ye this blessed while,' said he ;
'sure 'twas meself thai saw ye take yer
handkerchief from yer pocket, and send
this ere thing a s inning on the paving
stones.- And ye didn't see Pat Crugan
after ye faith, if I hadn't been comin
the same road, a precious hunt je might
have had for it.' Bless the untutored,
uncorrupted Irish heart !
"And now I was at 0. Station., and
thi; sun though low in the west, was shi
ning brightly. 1 went directly to the
ladii s' room, and in five minutes emerg
ed therefrom a well dressed lady, with
aa uncovered bonnet of the 'latest impor
tation.' As the conductor crossed the
platform to give orders, I stepped up
and tendered my fare, saying my purse
had been found and returned tome.
You have a vivid imagination, Eunice,
picture the countenance of that gentle -
'Did you relate your adventures to
the young ladies 1" said Eunice.
"No, indeed ! When the goods came,
thej were delighted with them, affiim
ing that 'this silk came from Wjavers's;
no othei merchant had any ibing like it ;
and this lace from Mrs. Lasalle's, they
remember seeing it there !' I kept my
own counsel ; and now Eunice what do
you think of it all ?"
"I think the wUdom you purchase was
cheap enough at all events. Yet there
is one other place to which I wish
you had gone."
"And where is thai ?"
"To church," said Eunice ! !
BY HELEN L. BOSTWICK. ONLY A FEW WORDS.
Words are little things, but they some
limes strike hard. We wield them so
easily that we are npt to forget their
hidden power. Fitly spoken, they fall
bke sunshine, the dew and fertilizing
rain but when unfitly, like the frost, the
hail and the desolating tempest. Some
men speak as they think or feel, without
calculating the force of what they say,
and then seem very much surprised if
any one is hurt or offended. To this
clfss belonged Mr. Winkleman. His
wife was a loving, sincere woman, quick
to feel. Words to her, were indeed
things. They never fell upon her ear
as idle sounds. How often was her poor
heart bruised by them.
On this particular morning, Mrs. Win
kleman, whose health was feeble, found
herself in a weak, nervous stal.j. It was
only by an effort that she could rise
above the morbid irritability that afflicted
her. Earnestly did she strive lo repress
the disturbed beatings of her heart, but
she strove in vain. And it teemed lo
her, a-- it often does in such cases, thai
every thing weiil wrong The children
were fretful, the cook dilatory and cross
and Mr. Winkleman im,a'ient, because
sundry little matters belonging lo his
waidrobe were not just to his mind.
Eight o'clock and no breakfast yet,"
said Mr. Winkleman, as he drew out his
watch on completing his toilet. Mrs.
Winkleman was in the act of dressing
the last of five children, all of whom
had passed under her hands. Each had
been captious or cross, or unruly, sorely
trying the mother's patience. Twice
had she been in the kitchen to see how
breakfast was progressing, and to enjoin
the caieful preparation of a favorite dish
with which she had proposed to surprise
"It will be ready in a few minutes,"
said Mrs. Wirkleman, "the fire hasn't
burned very freely this morning."
"If it isn't one "thing it is another,"
growled the husband. "I'm tired of
this irregularity. There'd soon be no
breakfast to get if I were always behind
time in business m ilters."
Mrs. Winkleman bent low over the
child she was dressing, to conceal the
expression of her face. What a pain
now throbbed through her temples.
Mr. Winkleman commenced walking the
floor impatiently, little imagining that
every jarring footfall fell like a blow on
the sensitive itching brain of his wife.
"Too bad, too bad !" he just ejacula
ted when the bell rang. j
"At las!," he muttered, and strode
towards the breakfast room. Tne child
ren followed in considerable disorder,
and Mrs. Winkleman, after arranging j
her hair and nuttimr fin a mnrnimr ran !
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loiDeu them at the table. It look sump
moments to restore order among the little
The dish which Mis. Winkleman had
beeu at considerable paius lo provide for-
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'ti iiuuauu nao act ucaiuc ma UiaLC.
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It was a lavorue amonir man v, and his-
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wile looked lor a pleased-recognition, '
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therefore, and a lighting up of his cloud-
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ed brow. Uut he did uol seem to notice :
it. After supplying the children, Mr.
WlliLI.m.in lift.lru.il liin.tt in .il..nf
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knife and fork, aLd pushed the plate from
"What is the matter ?"' inquired his
"You didn't trust Bridget to cook
this, I hope," was the response.
"What ailsil?" Mrs. Wiukleman's
eyes were tilling with tears.
"Oh, it's of no consequence," answer
ed Mr. Winkleman, coldlj', "anything
will do fur me."
"James!" There was a touching
saduess blended with the rebuke in the
tones of his wife, and, as she uttered
his name, the pent up tears gushed forth
and ran down her cheeks.
Mr. Winkleman didn't like tears.
They always annoyed him. At the
present lime he was in no mood to beai
with thtm.' So on the im; ul:e of Ihe
moment he arose from ihe table, and la-
king up his hat, left the h juse.
Self justification was tried, though not
with complete success. The calmer
grew the mind of Mr. Winkleman, and
the clearer his thoughts the less satisfied
did he feel with the part he had taken
in the morning drama.
By an inversion of thought, not usual
among men of his temperament, he had
been presented with a vivid realization
of his wile's side of the question. The
consequence was, that by dinner time,
he felt a good deal ashamed of himself,
and grieved for the pain he knew his
hastv woids had occasioned.
It was in a better state of mind that
Mr. Winkleman returned home. As he
went up stairs he heard the children's
voices, pitched in a low key, in the nur
sery ; he listened but did not hear the
tones of his wife. So he passed into the
front chamber, which was darkened.
As soon as he could see clearly in the
feeble light, he perceived that his wife
was lying on the bed, her eyes were
closed, and her thin face looked so pale
and death-like, that Mr. Winkleman felt
felt a cold shudder creep through his
heart. Coming to the bed-side, he lean
ed over and looked down upon her. At
first he was in doubt whether she really
breathed or not ; and he felt a heavy
weight removed when he saw her chest
rise and fall in gentle respiration.
"Mary !" be spoke in a low, tender
Instantly the fringed eyelids parted,
and Mrs. Winkleman gazed up into her
husband's face in partial bewilderment.
Obeying the moment's impulse, Mr.
Winkleman bent down and left a kiss
upon her pale lips. As if moved by an
electric thrill, the wife's arms were flung
around the husband's neck.
"I'm soiry to find you so ill," said
Mr. Winkleman, in a voice of sympathy.
What is the matter ?"
"Only a sick head ache," replied Mrs.
Winkleman. "But I've got a good sleep
and am better now ; I didn't know ii was
W tam,' "she added, her tone changing
slightly, and a look of concern coming
into her countenance. " I'm alraid
your dinner is not ready yet ;" aud she
attempted to rise. But her husband
bore her gently back with his hand say
ug: "Never mind about dinner. It will
come in good time. If you feel better
lie perfectly still. Have you suffered,
much pain ?"
"Yes," the word did not part her lips
sadly, but eame with a soft wreathing
smile. Already the wan hue of her
cheeks was giving place to a warmer tint
and the dull eyes brightening. What a
healing power was in his tender tones
and considerate words. And this kiss
it had thri'led along every nerve it had
been as nectar to the drooping spirit.
"But I feel so much better that I will
get up," she added, now rising from her
And Mrs. Winkleman was relieved
from pain. As she stepped upon the
carpet and moved across the loam, it
was with a firm tiead. Every muscle
was elastic, and the blood leaped along
her veins, with a new and healthy im
pulse. No trial of Mr. Winkleman's patience
in a late dinner, was in store for him.
In a few minutes the bell summoned the
family, and he took his place at the table
so tranquil in mind that he almost won
dered at the change in his feelings. How
different was the scene from that pre
sented at the morning meal.
And was there power in a few simple
words to effect such a change as this ?
Yes, in simple words, fragrant with the
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odor of kindness.
A few gleams of light shone into the
mind of Mr. Winkleman, as he returned
musing lo his office, and saw that he was
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oueu 10 uiame lor me ciouus iuai t-
ten darken the sky at home.
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"Mary is foolish," he said mpaitial
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self justification, "to take my hasty
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words so much to heart. I often speak
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without meaning hall what 1 say. one
lit to know better. And yet," be
added as his step became slower, for
he was thinking closer than uual, "it
may be easier for tat to choose in)' words
carefully, and repress the unkindness of
ioue that "ies lliem a double force, than
for her lo help ieelirj pain at their utterance.
Jt'ST before ihe termination of cliurn-
i:1g put i" the .Vj'k f ''ggi. 11 has bet n
kept u secret, bul its value requires pub
licity. Dante, in hi- lowest hell, has placed
(hose who have lietrayed woman ; and
in ihe lowest deep of the lowest deep
those who have betrayed trust.
"Mes of all countries," says Sir James
Mackintosh, "appear to be wore alike in
their best qualities than the pride of civ
ilization would be willing to allow."
Tun Italians say " Time in a silent I
" Whatever promotes a etmf or table and
harmless state of mind, promotes health.
If I tell my readers what politeness is,
and how they may become so, and it is
practised, I thus am fouud in the legiti
mate conduct of a health journal. Who
does not know that a single courteous
act, or even a word, will sometimes
break up in an instant, a reverie of sad
ness, and place a gladness, where, but
an instant before there was gloom. And
any observant reader may, in his own
experience, harrow up instnnces, full nu
merous even in a short life, where an act
of thoughtless or unexpected, or unde
served rudeness, has caused a tempest
of feeling which hours and days have
failed to allay ay, half a century, some
limes a fruitful source of fresh resent
ment whenever thought of, for the whole
of after life, long after the churl or boor
who excited it has gone to his grave !
In the same way, if I teach young men
to he punctual, and thus save to others
the fretfulness of disappointment; if I
teach iheni to be methodical, and by
having a place for every thing, and eve
ry thing ic its place, save them from fits
of passion, by not finding it in its place
on emergency; if I counsel them not to
go in debt in early life, beyond what
they have ample and certain means to
pay, without sacrifice, and thus save
them from that wasting solicitude which
has destroyed many a noble-minded mer
chant: if, I say, by these and other
means, I promote politeness punctuality,
honorable dealing, and other menial vir
tues, I thus am promoting human hap
piness, and necessarily human health.
For morals, virtue, religion, health, all re
act on one another."
CARRIER PIGEONS AND THE TELEGRAPH.
Many of Ihe readers of newspapers
who wake up in the morning, and find a
column of European news, by telegraph
-leuiy iur Uitur nvrsum, in the morning
paper, the steamer having arrived only
the midnight before, do not know the la
bor inil the enterprise which are invol
ved to procure this early transmission of
the steamer's news. The "associated
press'' have an agent for the arrival of
New York steamers at the Sandy Hook
lighthouse. He has filty carrier pig ons,
which are (rained for the pupose of con
veying news from the steamers to the
shore. A man in open boat, in all kinds
of weather, drops along side of the steam
er, as she bears directly up Sandy Hook.
The news is thrown over in a water tirht
can, and the news being taken out a sin
gle sheet is affixed to a bird's leg. The
man then gives the signal to the bird,
which raises his wings and away he goes,
wilh all his powers of locomotion, in a
straight line for the office, going a dis
tance of three or four miles in as many
minutes ; and, popping in at the window,
is received by the agent, who transmits
the intelligence over ihe wires to New
York, Boston and Philadelphia, and
thence to St. Louis, New Orleans, and
all other parts of the country, so thai the
news is frequently received over a large
part of the United States, and published,
before the steamer leaves the quarantine.
Have usually been thought an appur
tenance of that peculiar dandyism known
as shabby gentility, but the OKI Colonial
Memorial tells us that the article is about
to become the height of comfort and fash
ion. The editor has recently examined
a lot of collars that pleased him great
ly, and which he describes thus : This
luteuuoii was luaue uy ujlli., who
has obtained a patent for the same, and
whose manufactory is at No. 408 Broad
way, New York. The dickey is made
of paper, and one ihuusnnd ptr hour are
turned oil by machinery. They bear a
stamp on which the patent and owner's
name are observable, and are cut, creas
ed and dented after the manner of our;
common linen collars. A slit runs the!
entire length on either side', by which:
breakage or bending is prevented , they (
are highly polished, and no amount of
perspiration can dis;uib their equiiibri-j
um. They w 11 be found peculiarly ad
vantageous in the warm days of sum
mer, and in the lit a ted bail-room and
theatre. They bear such a striking re
semblance to the linen collars we ai in
the habit of wearing, that we couL no1
cicdit the statement made about them,
until, by permission, we lore one. They
are strong, durable, and the very cheap
est invention of tho kind we have ever:
seen, the wholesale price being three !
and half a cents each. i
DlIOUTH l.N THS NoKTH WEST. It !S a !
little singular liiat w bile all the Northern j
aud Eastern Siuti s havn been flooded j
with constant rrfins, (ii- Noith West has j
.offend a s-'Vero dro;i'!i. Th-; region I
about Council IJinlls lias been, until quite j
itxeu'.iv, exironiHy 'irv.
MRS. SWISSHELM ON SENTIMENTALISM.
All the stuiFatx ut woman's love has
beeu said over and over again fifty thou
sand times tothegreatdetrimentof the best
interest of humanity. There is no kind
of necessity for using the press to per
suade silly girls that it is very romantic
and womanly to love a scoundrel, to leave
her affections unguarded by reason or ex
perience, and drift helplessly into sin,
shame and despair, as an evidence of her
unsuspecting womanhood. It is not that
woman's affections are stronger and more
durable than man's. We think Ihe very
opposite is the case ; and two thirds of
the women who pine or die for love, do
so for want of something better to do.
Everything calculated to make lovesick
ness a becoming feminine accomplish
ment, is a great injury ; but to strew
the path of the suicide with the flowers
of poesy and romance, is in a very great
degree reprehensible. The best motto
to guard a young girl through the ma
zes of love, is "Do right, and trust in
God." A girl who has done nothing
wrong has little cause to mourn over the
fickleness of a pretended lover. Better
he should change his mind before mar
riage than after.
ONE DROP OF RAIN.
A passage occurs in Lieul. Maurey's
Physical Geography of the Sea,' ia
which he computes the effect of a single
drop of rain falling upon the Atlantis
Ocean. Tbe Atlantic includes aa area
of twenty-five millions of square miles.
Suppose an inch of rain lo fall upon only
one-fifth of this vast expanse. It would
weigh, says our author, three hundred
and sixty millions of tuns ; and the sail
which as water, it held in solution in the
sea, and which, when that water was ta
ken up as a vapor, was left beh'nd to
disturb equilibrium, weighed sixteen
millions more of tuns, or nearly twice as
much as all the ships in the world would
carry at a cargo each. It might fall in
an hour, or might fall in a day ; but, oc
cupy what time it might in falling, this
rain is calculated to exert so much
force which is inconceivably great in
disturbing the equilibrium of the ocean.
If all the water discharged by the Mis
sissippi river during the past year were
taken up in one mighty measure and
cast into the ocean at one mighty effort,
it would not make a greater disturbance
in the equilibrium of the sea, than tbe
fall of rain supposed. And yet, so gen
tle are the operations of nature, that
movements so vast are unperceived.
A WOMAN'S LAUGH.
A woman has no natural grace more
bewitching than a sweet laugh. It is
like the sound of flutes on the water. It
leaps from the heart in a clear, spark
ling rill ; and the heart that hears it feels
as if bathed in the cool, exhilirating
spring. Have you ever pursued an un
seen fugitive through trees, led on by her
fairy laugh, now here, now there, now
lost, now found ? We Jiave. And we
are pursuing that wandering yoice to
this day. Sometimes it comes to us in the
midst of care, qr sorrow, or irksome bu
siness ; and then we turn away and lis
ten, and hear it ringing through the room
like a silver bell, with power to scare
away the ill spirits of the mind. How
much we owe to that sweet laugh ! It
turns the prose of our life into poetry ;
it flings showers of sunshine over the
darksome vrood in which we are travel
ing ; it touches with light even our sleep,
which is no more the image of death, but
is consumed with dreams that are shad
ows of immortality. Portland Eclectic.
Smells. In an article in tbe Electic
Magazine for March, on the Chemistry
ef Common Life, is the following para
" There is a probability of compound
ing smells infinitely more terrific than
any which nature produces, and of em
ploying them iu warfare either for pur
poses of defence or annoyance. Some
substances are sufficiently atrocious in
themselves. Swallow a pellet of powder
ed sulphur, and it will diffuse a noisome
atmosphere around the individual for
t.any days. Take a quarter of grain of
a preparation of tellurium, and though
in itself inodorous it will impart such a
disgusting fetor to ihe breath and perspi
ration, that the dearest friend of the vic
tim vi ill be ready to indict him for a pub
lic nuisance. If a bubble of selemuret
ted hydrogen gas be ptrmitted to escape
into a room, it will attack the company
with symptoms of severe colds and bron
chial affections which will last many
Religion, in a general sense, is prop
erly the comprehension and acknowl
edgement of an unseen spiritual power,
and the soul's allegiance to it ; and Chris
tianity, iu its particular sense, is the com
prehension and aj preciatiou of the per
sonal character of Christ, and the heart's
allegiance to that.
A SHARP YOUTH.
A little bey, about five years of age,
was sent to a irroeerv store at the cor
ner on some trifling errand, and while
there his bright eye lighted on a barrel
of pippins exposed temptingly to view
just outside of the door. In going out
imppears ne iook one, and returned to
nia mother munching it. rrVhere"rlidr
you get that nice apple, Willie ?" inquir
er! his mother. w Dot it at the drocerr."
replied Willie. "Did the mat give it to
yon T" " JNo, 1 took itwj Why Wil
lie, that was naughty ; you should not
take apples, or anything else, without
permission." "But nobody saw me.'
Uh, yes, Willie, there was One who
saw you." " Who saw me V " Why,
God saw you." Willie stopped a mo
ment to consider, and then, with a good
deal of satisfaction expressed in his face,
replied " No, he didn't see me ; there
was an awning over the door P -
A MODEL PETITION.
Mr. Editor : In looking over an old
"Index Rerun" -I find that "once upon
a time," when King George was upon
the English throne, a graceless scats p
named George King, committed some
over act against the peace and dignity
of the crown, and was therefore convict
ed and sentenced agreeably to the laws
for such cases made and provided-.-George
King was jugged up to await Ida
time to be hanged. He didn't like the
prospect before him, and so concluded
to send the King the following petition :
"George King t King George lends hie humble peti
tion. Hoping King George will pitj poor George KngVcaa
dition ; ...., ; - .
If King George to Ciorge King will grant 4. long da,
George Ki g for King leorge forenrin pray." 11
The prayer was granted and the eul
prit reprieved. Boston Transcript.
Tkck Beskfactors. Channing says,
and with truth : " Tbe day-laborer,
who earns, with horny hands and the
sweat of his brow, coarse food for a wife
and children, whom he loves, is raised.
By his generous motive, to true dignity:
and, though wanting the refinements of
life, is a nobler being than those who
think themselves absolved by, wealth,
from serving others?' It is worthy pf
note, that the men and women who think
most highly of themselves, and most
iu.auij vt viuvt ma Hi vr uv ivuu
back to society, for the good things they
enjoy, the smallest return of personal ef
fort. The world's true benefactors, and
therefore its true noblemen, are they
who serve it, humbly and earnestly, to
the best of the ability God has given
them. All others "are but counterfeits
and pretenders. Ex. . ( .
A Stubborn Jurt. The ' Portland
Transcript tells a good story of Col.
M , living in Washington county,
Maine, who had a great aptitude for
serving as a juror. When thus serving,
he had a very great anxiety that his optn-
-1 1 j 1. 1 1 ' i . . j -
10a suouia ue largely, cousiuieo. iu ma
king up a verdict. ' Some years ago,
while upon a case, .after many hours' tri
al to agree, bul failing, he narshalled
the delinquent jury from the room to
their seats in the yurt, where the impa
tient crowd awaited the result -of the
trial. . ' ' "
" Have you agreed upon a yerdict ?'
inquired the clerk- .
Col. M arose, turned a withering
glance upou his brother jurors," and ex
claimed : " May it please the court, we
have not ; I have done the best I could do,
but here are eleven of the most contrary
devils I ever had dealings with."
The way they cool themsehes in hot
weather in Sierra Leone, in Africa, is
thus graphically described by an old sea
"A black fellow,' sle, goes into the
market. It's as hot as ,we 1 any thing.
He buys a melon for three farthings
and what does he do with H ? -" Th black
fellow, sir, hasn't a-rag on. ' He buys his
melon, cutset in halves, and scoops out
ihe middle. -Hsits in one half, covers,
his head with the other,, and eats the
middle. That's what he does sir. I
saw Sierra Leone in all its tropical glo
ry cheapness of produce, darkness of
populatiou, gigantic vegetation and priin-
tive state of manners."
" When we should show any one that
he i3 mistaken, our best course is to ob
serve on what side he considers the sub
ject, for bis view of it is generally right
on this side, and admit to him that ..it .is
right so far. He will bo satisfied with
this judgment but only inadvertent in
not looking at the who! ; ot the case." -Pascal.
Not always those who have ihe quick
est keenest perception of character are
the best to deal with it, and perhaps for
that very re;jon. Before we can influ
ence or deal with rain 1. contemplation
must be lost iu sympathy, observation
must be merged in love.
A Womas's Ultimatum is "Shant !"