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ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CESTI
ru Un, I ADTASCS.
VOL. 40, NO 20.
JANUARY 2, 1856
WHOLE NO. 2043
From the Household words.
Wbar arc the swallows Ile4 T
1 Yrosen and 4ead,
i Psrdianee, np.-a tome bleak and stormj shors.
Q doubting heart 1
tax o'er the purple seat.
They nit in sanity ease.
The balmy aouthera bteexe.
: To brisf them to their northern komea once mora.
Why auat the flowers die t
Poisoned they lie
la the cold tomb heedless of tear or rain,
0 doubting heart 1
They only eleep below
White winter winds shall blow ;
To breathe and smile npon yon soon again.
The son hath hid his raya
These many days ;
W1U dreary hours nerer leare the earth t
Odoaoting heart I
. . " " . The stormy clouds on high
Teil the same sunny sky,
- - That soon (for spring is nigh)
Bhall wake the summer into golden mirth.
fair hope is dead, and light
'Is quenched in night,
, What sound can break the silence of despair f
0 doubting heart I
The sky is OTercast,
Yet stars shall rise at hut.
Brighter for darkness past,
' And angels silver roices stir the air.
Choice Miscellany. BEN BOLT & SWEET ALICE.
"Oh, don"! you remember sweet Alice. Ben Bolt 1
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown,
' Who blushed with delight when you gars her a smile,
' And trembled with fear atyour frcwn.
In the old church yard In the ralley, Ben Bolt,
In a corner obscure and alone,
Thry have fitted a slab of the prorate so gray,
-' And sweet Alice lies under the stone."
Don't you remember?" Are those
three magic words a key wherewith we
- may unlock the floodgates of the heart,
and send the sweet wate-s of the past
- orer the plains and down the hills of that
' fair land known in our heart's experience
- as by-frone ? Even so. There rise be
fore our visions of time when the bright,
deep eyes of the young spring gazed sly-
ly upon tts from" beneath the ermine
mantle of winter when the blue violets
stole their first lint 'from the azure sky
above when cowslips of sunny May,
and the golden hearted buttercup first
jeweled the slender blade: of grass ; and
the hawthorn grew while with its blos
soms when we reamed the woods the
whole of that long, warm, loveable June
holliday, weaving garlands, and listen
ing to the concert of birds in thai dark,
mistlelo wreathed, oaken forest. There
was one in years agone that prayed,
. . T 3 1 ,, 1
--jjnra, seep my memory green; ana
the clinging tendrils of our hearts goes
back ever yearningly to this prayer.
But green and fresh as the poet's pray
AP Tharl tliA ThAarf rF Tlan TJrJf liaan tant
V,, U UJt . USI . V. Wlb &Jr.U UVf.
' From his early boyhood to the hour he
eat fcy his old friend, and listened to the
bygone days. Not 'through the glass.
darkly,' did he review those scenes of
the boy heart, to others of childhood.
There was a li'.tle old red schoolhouse.
with its dusty windows, and desk that
. had been nicked many a time trying pen
knives ; its tall stern looking teacher,
whose stern voice caused the youngest
ones to tremble; its rows of boys and
girls with their heads bent attentively
rinwsnorarrl r.1 tlifir hrtnl-e find &latAS tlwi
wild winter wind sang and whistled with
out, and some few childish hearts tried to
find words for its mournful notes. They
were too joung and happy to know in its
wail, yet did they learn it in after years.
Then there came a few light, round
snow balls, so tiny th;it it must have been
the sport of the snow spirits, in their eld
rich revels, changing by and by to feath
ery flakes) that danced about ever frail v.
How the children's eyes grew bright as
they looked atone another, and thought
of the merry.iides down hill, and the
snow balling that would make the play
ground ring again. The last lessons
were said, books and slates put aside,
and in the place of silence reigned gay,
glad voices. Kate Ashley shook her
pretty ringlets, and laughed as she gave
Jamie Marvin that bit of a curl he had
teased so long for, because she know
that Jamie had the prettiest sled in the
whole school. Ab, a bit of a coquette
was the same gleeful, romping Kate.
And there was Sophia Dale, looking as
demure as a kitten walking from a pan
of new milk ; and playful as a kitten,
too, was she, in spite of her quiet looks :
and the stately Elizabeth Queen Bess
they called her and I question if Eng
land's queen bad a naughtier carnage.
But apart from these, who were eagerly
looking for friends to take them home,
stood Alice May sweet Alice. Very
beautiful and loveable was she, with her
winsome, childish face, blue eyes, and
soft brown curls. She was so delicate
and fragile, you might almost imagine
her a snow child, or a lost fairy babe.
Nearly all the children Had departed,
amid the joyful shouts and jingling bells,
and yet the little child stood alone, un
til a rich, boyish voice startled her, say
ins : j
"No one goes your way, Alice, does
"No, I guess not, Ben," she replied,
in her fine, bird-like tones.
"Let me carry you home."
"Oh, no, I'm too heavy to be carried
so far;" and she laughed low and sweet-
"Heavy! no, you're just like a thistle
down, or a snow flake, Ally : I could
carry you to England and bank again
without being at all fatigued," and be
tossed the little girl in his arms.
"No, Co ; let me go; the boys will
laugh at vou, Ben;" and she strurred
"What do I care ? They may
laugh at Ben Bolt as they like ;" and the
brave boy drew back the chesnut curls
from his broad, fair forehea I, and drew
himself up proudly; "but I did not mean
to frighten you, Alice," ho continued,
as he aw how the little girl trembled.
So he put on her bonnet and cloak,
and Ben took her in his arms as if she
been a bird, whi'e the tiny little thing
nestled down on his shoulder, as he went
stumbling through the snow, saying gay.
pleasant things that made the little thing
laugh; and when, at length, he opened
her mother's cottage door, he placed her
on the floor, saying :
"There, Mrs. May, I brought Alice
home lust she should get buried iu a snow
bank, she's such a weeny thing," and
before Mrs. May could thank liitn he was
out of si irli L
What a brave and elorious snow-storm
it was, though, dipping the great chunks
of snow into water to harden them, so
they rolled large snow balls for a pyra
mid, until it was higher than the school-
They worked bravely, but the bright
est and pleasantest face among them was
Ben Bolt's. Such rides as they had
down the hill, and though the larger
boys and girls said Alice May was loo
little and timid to join them, because j
she felt fearful betimes, yet Ben Boll j
took her in his aims, and away they
went as merrily as any of the rest.
But the winter began to wane, and
now and then a soft day would come,
and lesson the pyramid and snow house
materially. "Such a pity !" ihey said,
and wished winter wcultl last always,
but there was one little wren-like voice
that prayed for violets and blue-birds.
The pyramid tumbled down, the snow
house giew thiner, and the boys jested
about iu being on the decline, till one
day it disappeared faded away, like so
many of their childish Lopes.
The glad spring came with its larks
and daisies, and one day the children
went a Mayiqg. Kate Ashley was queen,
and a brilliant queen she was, too. But
Ben Bolt gathered white violets and
braided them in the soft cur's of Alice,
and told her that she was sweeter, dear
er than a thousand May Queens like
Kale. Child as she was, his words made
the sunbriirht brighter, and lenl enchant
ment to the atmosphere of her very ex
istence. Then the long June days came, encire
ling the green earth with her coronal of
roses, and making it redolent with per
fume, and in the watm noontide hour,
the children strolled to the foot of the
hill, and clustering together, told over
their childish hopes for ihe future. Some
were lured by ambition; some dreamed
of quiet country repose ; some of gay
city life ; but there was one whose eye
kindled, and whose face flushed with en"
thusi,:sm, as he spake of the sparkling
blue waters, and the brave ships that
breasted them so gallantly.
Ben Bolt was going to sea. Captain
Shisely, a generous, whole-souled being
as ever trod the deck, was to take him
under his protection for the next five
years. There were exclamations of sur
prise from the children ; old haunts
were visited and revisited; they sat down
in the shade of an old sycamore, and
listened to the musical murmur of "Old
Appleton's mills,' exchanging keepsakes,
and promises always to remember the
merry, brave hearted boy whose home
was on the wild blue ocean.
Alice May did not join them. She was
so delicate and timid, and the thought
of Ben's departure fill her eyes with
tears, so she would steal away alone,
fearful of the ridicule of her hardier
But one night Ben came to Mrs. May's
to bid Alice good bye. Alice stood by
the window watching the stars won-
deiing what made them so dim never
thinkingof the tears that dimmer) her eyes
as Ben told over his hopes so joyfully.
She could not part with him there, so
she walked through the little yard, and
stood beside the gate, looking like a
crowned angel in the yellow coonlight;
and when he told her over and over
again how large she would be on his re
turn; that he would not dare to call his
little Alice then, as he looked lingering
ly she laid a soft brown curl in his
hand, saying :
I have kept this for you this long
long time, Ben ; ever since the day you
brought me home through the snow
do you remember ?"
He did remember, and with one pas
sionate burst of grief, he pressed the lit
tle girl to his bosom ; and the brave
hearted boy sobbed the farewell he could
not find words for.
But, five years are not always a life
time. Ti ue it was to the quiet, thought
ful Charlie Allen, whose large, daik
eyes, had stolen brilliincy fiom his bonks;
and the lauhinjr Hi tie Bell Archer
both were laid to sleep in Ihe same old
church-yard, where the night stars shone
over the graves. Others went to seek a
fortune in the the gay world, and some
grew into miniature men and women by
their own sweet firesides; but Ailice Mny
was still a child. Yet she was a little
taller and her slight form gracefully devel
oped; but there was the same angel look
ing through her eyes as had watched
there in olden days. She had'stayed at
heme now to assist her mother in sewing,
their chief support; but she was the same
shy, sweet Alice that Ben Bolt had car
ried through the snow.
lien I Jolt had come tiact. llow
strange that five years should have pass
ed so quickly, and stranger still that this
tall, handsome sailor should be Ben Bolt.
Kate Ashley was not thinking of sweet
Sabbath day rest us the chime of the
church bell floated through the village ;
there she stood before the mirror arrang
ing her curls, and fastening her dainty
bonnet, with its white ril bons and droop
ing blue bells, thinkin,' if she could not
fascinate Ben with her sparkling eyes, it
it would be delightful to have his chief
attention during the day.
He thought she did not look beautiful,
as he sat, before service, looking on the
olden faces; but there was a fairer one
than hers, he fancied he saw the sweet
face Alice May, with the half closed
eyes, and the long golden edged lashes
shade-wing the pale check, lie carried
in his bosem a curl like the one nestling
sosof ly by her temple, and it was a tal
isman, keeping him from the enchant
ment of other eyes.
When the service was closed, Ben was
throngodby eld familiar faces they had
so much to say, so many things to speak
of, so much to express at his safe relnrn,
that it nigh bewildered him. It was very
pleasant to be so warmly welcomed by
eld friends, delightful to chat of by
goncs, and indeed a Sabbath of joy to Ben
Sweet Alice ! Ah, how long and
weary the tihie had been to her. Some
times her heart died within her as she
thought of the broad ocean ; but when
she looked so shyly at Ben that morning
and saw how handsome he had grown,
a heart-sickness came over her, and the
sunshine fell but dimly at her feet. j
She knew she had hidden away in the
depth of her pure heart, a wild early
love, and she strove to put it from her ;
for would he think of her now ? So, it
was no wonder she should slip her slen
der hand in her mother's and steal quiet
ly from me joyous throng.
It was Sabbath eve oe of those
balmy, moonlight evenings of the young
summer, Mrs. May had gone to visit a
sick neighbor, and Alice sat by the win
dow with the Bible open, and her slen
der white fingers pointing to the words
filling so musically from her lips :
"And there shall be no lighl there ;
and they need no candle, neither lL-ht of
the sun ; for the Lord God sriveth them
light, and they shall reign for ever and
She looked tremblingly npon the moon
light, for close behind her knelt the man
ly form of Ben Bolt. There was told a
sweet story of love and hope, not ti:e less
sweet for being the language of every
human heart, and the tiny hands of Al
ice clasped in his as she said very low
and sweet :
"If I live, Ben, when five years more
have passsed, and you return a second
She did not finish it it never was fin
ished. So they plighted their troth that calm,
holy Sabbath evening : and the bouy
ant heart of Ben in its gushing sunniness
pictured l riant hopes of the future. He
was so young and full of vitality every
pulse of his heart was beating gladly,
and the coming five years were more
precious to him than all the past.
"If we both live, Ben, God will have
us in his holy keeping," she said iu an
swer to his parting words, but, as he
pressed her convulsively to his beati ig
heart, he replied :
"God will be merciful to those who
love so dearly, Alice darling."
She knew it, but she knew also that
God did not always hear the prayer fal
ling from the hopeful lips. Sweet Alice!
Adown the future Ben looked and as he
saw her fragile form and spiritual face,
with white lillies braided in the soft
brown hair, his eyes grew dim with tears,
for he knew not 'twas a bridal or a buri-
al, for beside the altar was the grave
They were not wanting who wonder
ed at Ben Bolt's choice, and thought it
strange he should take Alice May in
preference to the fairest and wealthiest.
Some there were who held their heads
lofty when they passed her, but her heart
was on the blue waters and she heeded
How she waiched the summer days
in their passing. She noted how the
summer waned how the fields of wav
ing grain grew yellow in the sunlight
she heard the voices of the reapers
and when the leaves were falling the
children went out gathering in the woods;
when the noiseless snow fell, and lay on
the hill side, as in olden days, until the
genial spring tide sun melted it away and
the violets and hare-bells dotted the fields.
So passed the year. She was growing
fairer and more beauiiful, too brilliant
for anything earthly. Once she knelt at
the altar in the little church, and listen
ed to the words uniling her with the Sa
vior's redeemed on earth ; but it was only
an outward form, for heart had long
been in the keeping of nngels. Again
shewatched the waning of the summer
djys, and when the soft wind septover
the silvery rye fields, she thought of the
ocean afar with its broad waves. All
through the winter she grew more spirit
ual in her beauty, and the slender white
hands were olten folded on her breast,
and she prayed for those who the knew
would soon be left destitute, for she knew
she was dvinjr.
It did not startle her ; for she had felt
long ago that the fair, green earth would
hold her pulseless heart, ere it had left
the cloister of girlhood. Life was sweet
and beautiful, and in her sinlessness.
death had no agony, saved her soirow
for those left in loneliness. It was only
a very little way to the land of rest, and
her feet, had never grown weary; yet
she l..n.r.wl tt 1,.L- ,.,.
flowers and have them braided in her
hair ; and so she lingered till the voice
of spring was heard upon the hill tops.
One morning when viewless hands
were gathering back the misty curtains
of the night and the stars grew dim in
the glory of early morn, Alice stood on
the threshhold ol Paiadise, and the trold-
en gates were opened to the fair, meek
girl. There trembled on her lips a pray
er and a blessing for Ben Bolt and her
mother, giving radiance to her fair dead
face, and tl-ey braided pring flowers in
her brown hair.
The church bell chimed softly to the
years earth had claimed the stainless sou
of Alice May as they brought the coffin
in the little old church. How beauiiful
she looked in her white burial ! too fair
and sAcet for death too holy, had there
not hee'n a resurrection bevond. Cio
behind her stood the friends of her rirl-
hood, gazing on that young face as if
they would fain call her back to life and
its sweet love. So ihey laid sweetAlice
to sleep in the old church yard, and those
who looked coldly on her, t ok lo their
sorrowing hearts a sweet memory of the
There was agony too deep far utter
ance, when the strong, ardent hearted
man whosp guiding star had been the
lore of that sueet girl, came back to find
the cottage home desolate, and Alice
sleeping beneath Ihe gray stone in the
old church yard.
But God and time are merciful; and
as years passed away, lie came lo think
of her as garlanded in the golden fruit-
age of England.
This was the memory that his friend
sang of, as they sat in tin: summer twi
light, years allerward, and talked of the
faces that had glimmered aud faded in
their early pathway. Now, of all the
glad hearts childhood had clustered to
gether, only they two were left. Some
slept in jungle depths ; others in the forest
shade, ;:nd beneath the waving prairie
grass. Some there wt;e who slept
peacefully in the old church yard, among
these, the fairest and the best was 'sweet
Alice.' Ah, he could never have for
He had l.eaid from the lips of that de
solate mother, 'ere she went to sleep be
side her darling, how patient and holy
Alice had grown ; how she passed away
in her saint like beauty ; leaving mes
sages that none but a fond and yearning
heart can dictate. Down in his yearn
ing heart, deeper than any other earth
ly being, he had laid them, cherishing
their beauty and greenness. Many a time
haJ the spirit form of sweet Alice rUen
before his eyes in all the beauty of that
far off land; he saw but dimly, and he
knew when that thing called life had
merged into immortality, he should meet
Years afterward, they laid Ben Bolt to
sleep by the side of 'sweet Alice.'
Havs the courage to prefer comfort
and propriety to fashion, in all things.
AN INCIDENT IN MILITARY WARFARE.
.i.VwoiMtos accordingly 'fit the critical na-
The following passage i-i taken from
"Percy Blake," a work which has just
issued from the pen of Capt. Rafer:
While lying in the trenches before
Flushing, about an hour before daybreak,
one of our advanced sentinels having dis
charged his musket and retired, as usual
in such cases, iuformed Capt. Tomkins
that, three huge, dark-looking object
were seen advancing from the town. The
matter, indeed, appeared of such serious
and pressing emergency that Torukins,
without waiting to sift the accuracy of
his information, instantly sent a report to
the division headquarters that three
heavy columns of infantry were ad vane
ing in sortie, and the whole line wascon
sequently turned out, immediate and
general action being considered inevit
able. Fortuna'cly, however, for us poor souls,
who would have been the first victims of
this "untoward events," it proved to be
a false alarm ; upon which Gen. Acland,
who was brigadier of (he day, rode but
to the advanced posts in a towering pas
sion. He instantly ordered Capt. Tom-
kins to parade his picquet in front of
their position, careless of their exposure
to the enemy, fordaylight was then some
what advanced, and louudshot from the
ramparts cf Flushing were flying about
us, too thick to be pleasant, attracted, no
doubt, by the glittering of the muskets,
which, in those days, weie not "done
brown," as at present.
My .readers are aware, from what 1
have already said, that it is sharp work
for the eyes on outlying picquet, in front
of an active enemy; and thai the appari
tion even of a single indiv idual is apt to
draw a dozen shots about his ears. It
must, therefore, have been a matter cf
great moment that could induce a general
officer to expose both himself and a whole
:?ial00n 10 ,ue nsK ot murderous lire.
tjre of his position, and even had some
misgivings about a drum-head court
martial on the spot, for his false alarm.
Judge, then, his astonishment, when the
General addressed him with the utmost
cooluess and deliberation, in the following
" Captain Tomkins, did you evci hear
the story of the three crows ?"
" Good gracious, sir I" replied Ihe be
wildered Tomkins, "I never did."
"Then, sir, l'U 'tell it to you," said
the General, taLing a pinch of snuff,
with all the nonchalance of a hackeyed
rucottteur, "Once upon a time, Captain
Tomkins, a sick man dreamt that he had
swallowed a black crow"
Here an eighteen-pound shot from the
ramparts tore uj- the earth at the heels of
the General's charger, and went ricoc
heting over the 1 eads of the picquet; but
be Preceded undisturbed as follows
Steady, men ! no movement in the
ranks. Though round shot generally
kill, it isn't always sure to hit. This sick
man, Captain Tomkins, having told hi
dream to a friend, that friend told it to
another ; with this improvement, how.
ever, that this poor, dear, sick friend had
actually swallowed a black crow !"
A shell, which followed the eighteen
pounder, al this moment lodged midway
between me and the General ; and part
ly burying itself in the earlh, exploded
with a loud crash, scattering rocks and
rubbish around in all directions.
" Good heavens, sir!,? cried Tomkins,
venturing to interrupt the story -teller,
"there's a man struck down in the ranks!"
" Well, sir! " exclaimed the imper
turbable General, "did you never see
man struck down in the ranks before?
Let him be carried to the rear, sir ; and
listen, if you please, to the sequel of my
story, ihe sick man s friend, who may
be compared to your sentry, Captain
Tomkins, having (old the marvellous tale
of the black crow to a greater fool th in
himself, who may be likeneJ, Captaiu
Tomkins, to you, the latter immediately
magnified the wonder iuto three black
crows, with which he horrified every one
that would listen lo him. Now, had you
Captain Tomkins, h td the cooluess to in
quire into this matter before you had re
course to 60 seiiousa measure as turning
out ihe whole line, you would discovered
that the three weighty columns, or black
ciows which haunted your imagination,
were nothing more than two drunken
men and a pig ! The men were made
prisoners, and the pig was shot by a
hungry rifleman. You may now turn in
your picquet, Captain Tomkins ; and I
sincerely hope I may never have the
pleasure of being on duty with you again,
dying clergyman, to whom he was dicta
ting a letter, had written, 'I am still in
the land of the living. 'Stop,' said the
gasping man, 'correct that, and make
read, I am still in the land of the dy
ing, hope soon to be in the land of the
THE NEW STATE HOUSE AT COLUMBUS.
This Building which is the most magni
ficient of Ihe kind in the United States, is
rapidly approaching completion. It may
take two or three years more before it
may be pronounced fiuished in every
part ; but it will be gradually prepared
for the use of the different apartments of
the Slate Department. It is expected
the two halls will be reaJy for ihe ac
comodation of the two branches of the
Legislature ernring the session commenc
ing on the first Monday of January next.
The area of the ground covered by
the building is three hundred and four
feet in length by one hundred and eighty
four in breath. The lot on which it
stands, is in a central and elevated por
tionofthe city. It is six bun J red feet
square. Architectually speaking the
style of the building is of the Grecian
Doric order, and presents an entablature
extending the whole length of the front,
three hundred and four feet, without a
The Hall of the House and the Senate
Hall are eighty three feet in length, and
fifty five feet and four inches in breath,
and twenty-eight fee', iu height to the first
floor. We cannot enter into particulars
as to the different apartments in this
spacious building. The following is a
list of different rooms.
T ao rooms for Governor of State;
Four rooms for Secretary of State;
Two rooms for Board of Public Works;
Three rooms for Auditor of State;
One room for Attorney-General.
One room for Adjutant and Quarter
Master General; . .
One rcom for School Commissioner;
Two rooms for Clerks ol the Houso of
Two rooms for Clerks of the Senate;
One room for Serjeant-at Arms of
the House of Representatives;
One room for Serjeant-at-Arms of the
One room for the Hall of the House of
One room for the Senate Chamber;
One room for the Supreme Court;
One room for the Clerk of Supreme
One room for the State Library;
Twenty two rooms for Committees of
Senate and House of Representatives;
Five rooms for Water and Wash Rooms;
Twelve rooms for Water Closets.
litre we have seventy one different
apartments, exclusive of the rotunda, the
vestibules, corridors, and passages. Be
sides, the list does not embrace the divis-
ions of the basement, which contains all
the apparatus for healing and ventilating j
the entire building. For this system of!
heating aud veniiiating, which is said to
be almost perfect in iis kind, the public!
are indebted to Ihe skill and assiduity of j
Mnjor N. B. Kelly, the architect at pre
in charge of ihe building. Several J
other important after aciions and ira- i
have been made by Major,
Kelly, who will add greatly to the unity I
and beauty of the several paits of the edi-i
The steam works and heating appa-
ratus which are ah eady in part complet.
ed, and will be iu full operation by Ihe;
lstofJauuarv next. This svstem for i
warming every part of the huge stru
ture is so complicated and extensive.
thai it can only be comprehended byjer.
personal inspection. ILere are lour:
large boilers thirty feet long ami four feel:
in diameter, w ith four flues to each boiler. ;
There are eighteen hot air chambers, !
with ihe necessary passages for Ihe ad-'these
mission of cold air. Each of three cham-j
contain 31,0'JO feet of pipe, and the j
number of feet in the whole healing ap
paratus is sixty thousand.
As we ascend from the basement, we
arc struck with the beauty and solidity
of the floors, which are inl iid with black
and white marble. The bace around
room is of vhite marble. J
The durable iion net work for ceiling j
auu lii alalia uit nuivuiu ..i.ii.
is placed is manufactured by the Colum
bus Machine Manufacturing Company.
This iron work forming a kind of la! hing
alinoot as lasting as time itself, is as cu- j
rious as it is useful. The ornamental:
plastering is under contract with
& Son. of Cincinnati. Some beautiful
specimens may be seen already fixed in!
ihe Senate 1111. Mr. Charles Bullet, an!
..,..i fp;..;n..,.: .,...,.
ed on the centre pieces and other orna- J
nts,andMr. Markes. plasterer, and !
.dcllor. of Cincinnati, is assisting Mr.
Mr. Fry, of Cincinnati, is also engag
ed in making models for much of lhe
work, of a highly ornamental character.
The beautiful designs for the interior de
corations are due to the skill of the arch-
itect, .Major ivelly, and Lis assistant, ur.
a sr ,
.The edifice will be fire proof from the
foundation in tho top stone. It will be, !
when completed, an ornament to the J
Capital City, an honor to the State, and
a standing monument to the skill, laste,
and genius of our mechanics and ai tisins.
FOLLY OF FUNERAL FASHIONS.
The New York Sunday A las discourses
as follows upon that arbitrary law of
fashion which requires people to 'go into
mourning' in other words, to attire
their bodies in black clothes on the oc
casion of the death of a relation:
Let every man or woman who mourns
the death of a near file. id or relative.
make a bold stroke towards demolishing
the foolish, expensive and uncouth system
of going into mourning. Let the be
reaved refused to array themselves in
sables, and say with Hamlet:
Genuine grief is not made up in crapes
or broadcloths, although fashionable
sorrow could not be delineated without
the aid of those fabrics. It is unrighte
ous to allow Fashion to play the tyrant
in the graveyard. For the sake of trade,
let that monarch rule and revel in the
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saloon, me opera nouse. me era win a
room, and aristocratic street; but when
the tomb is in question, let Fashion be
set aside. The custom of coin;; id
mourning, distresses many a poor family
beyond calculation. If they do not wear
black, they are heartless, the world says,
and do not respect the father, the bro'her
or the sister, or mother who has sudden
!y departed to life eternal. As if a broken
heart is not as often found under lijihl
colored vestments as under crape. Eye
serving grief is no grief at all. We de
1 nr . .. ,it ,
spiM.-, we aimost scou at ii. w e nave
no objection to it however, where people
can as well afford it as not. But we
most decidedly oppose it if the poor are
compelled, by the fiat of public opinion,
to be enslaved aud farther impoverished
by it. In matters affecting lifts and i's
gaieties we have nothing to say against
Fashion; but when it interferes with
death, peers into the coffin, prescribes
sumptuary rules for the funeral cortege,
and the style of a mouraei's costume, it
usurps a position and duties for which it
has neither claim nor fitness.
mother, sing to your children ; tell them
pleasant stories; if in the country, be not
too careful lest they get a Utile dirt upon
their hands and clothes : earth is very
much akin to us all, and in children's
out of-doors plays soil them nol inwardly.
There is in it a kind of consanguinity be
sent t ween all creatures; by it we touch upon
the common sympathy for our first sub
proverueuts stance, and beget a kindness for our poor
relation, the brutes. Let children have
a free, open air sport, and fear not
though they make acquaintances with
the pigs, the donkeys and the chickens;
they may form worse friendships with
wiser looking ones. Encourage a famil-
It is of more importance that you
should make your cluMren loving man
that you would make ihem wise. Above
all thisigs make them loving ; nnd then.
parents, if ycu become old and poor,
will be better than friends that will
neglect you. Children brought up lov
bers ingly at your knees will never shut their
of a Lusbami wlose wifo gol beastly
diuuij anj w10 was determined to pros
the eclUe lh(J persoa who gave her lhe iquon
ghe was accordill;iIy bauied vp anJ put
A child of three years of age with a
book in i'.s infant hands is a fearful
sight. It is too often the death warrant,
such as thecondemned stupidity looks at
fatal, yet beyond his comprehension.
What should a child three years old
nay, five or six years old be taught?
Strong meats for weak digestion makes
not bodily strength. Let there be nurse
ry tales aud nursery rhymes. I would
say to every parent, especially every
urilv with all that love them. There is
a lancjuae among the-m which the
world's language obliterates in the old-
doors upon you end point where they
would hae you go. Lla:ktcooC 2Iag
The Xiles uquirer tells a good slory
upon cath, acd asked where she got her
potaiions. After a long hesitation, she
be-icL' told that she woulJ be sent to iail
if she dj d not aQ jwfcr gbe rt:iuctant! y re.
,hat sbe g(jt it-wul of ber Lus.
"WHAT SUNDAY SCHOOL IS THAT?"—
Il pretty generally known that Elizur
Wrii'ht 5s at lhe L"d of larC hmi
ot children. While walking wita them
upon Boston Common the other day, a
gentleman stepped up and accosted Mr.
bright:-' 'Sir. what Sunday School is
this that follows you?". Mr. Wright
laughed, and then replied, "the Hard
A Western publisher lately gave no
tice that he intended ti spend fifty dol
lars fcr the purpose of getting up "a new
neaa lor lis paper. 1 ne next uay one ;
mi 1 (
of his subscribers dropped him the fol-
lowing note: "Don't do it; better keep
the money, and buy a new head for the
AN ANCIENT FROG.
James Crahtree, pit sinker to Messrs.
Arnold, of Burkinshaw, Leets, England,
recently found a live Aog in the centre
of a large coal, two hundred and thirty
feet below the surface, considerbly be
low the Morley tunnel, to which it is
close adjoining. The frog is still very
lively. When found it was very dark
in color, but becoming like the common
every-day species. The eyes are very
bright, en.! surrounded by a gold ring.
It has four claws on its fore feet, and
five wtb footed on his hind feet. Ita
mouth is closed or firmly shut, but it has
two vents, apparently nostrils, on the top
it's nose. The seam of coal, from which
it was disinterred, was saturated with,
water; and probably from this circum
stance, combined with close confinment,
has been enabled to sustain its half tor
prd life through countless ages. 1
FISHING WITH A STEEL TRAP.
There is at present a good businew
doing in hardware in this city. One of
our merchants, who has an eye to the
interests of the trade, has invented anew
mode of catching black-fish, viz., with, a
steel trap. It has proved so valuable an
operation, that all onr fishermen are
providing themselves with steel traps ;
and the demand for the article is greater
than the supply. The instrument used
is of the old-fashioned kind, with iron
teeth closing together. The modut cptr.
ondi, is decidedly unique. The trap is
set and bailed, pioperly provided with- a
sinker, and let down into the water. An
omiuous click below denotes the amuse
ment at hand ; the fish attempts to steal
the bait, but immediately the trap titdi
the fish, when jretof he is drawn np to
the suiface oftn three at a time, and at
the rate of one a minute ! .Yir Have
There is no virtue in fife more neces
sary. If we say a word to the young,
we shall do them a kindness if it only
serve to keep them in the path of honor,
which, we assume, they now are tread
ing. Beware of the slightest betrayal of
your virtue by appropriating any, even
the slightest thing, of your employer.
You cannot prosper if you do so. And
every hope of your success in life de
pends upon your characters for trust
worthiness. Reduce your wants to
your income, and never fix npon yourself
a poor habit of getting credit. Pay with, '
your own money for whatyon buy. And
buy only what you can pay for, and yon
will not tempted to draw upon means riot
your own. ' " ' '.
A QUAINT SIMILE.
from the Memoirs of Rev. Sidney Smith:
"We were all assembled lo look, at a
turtle that had been sent to the house of
a friend, when a child of the party stoop
ed down and began stroking the shell of
the turtle. 'Why are you doing that
Mary,' said her father. 'Oh to please
the turtle.' 'Why, child, you might as
well stroke the dome of St. Paul's church,
to please the miniters.' " . . ,
Nathaniel Shelby was complaining
that some one had insulted him, by
sending him a letter addressed to 'Nat
'Why,' said a friend, 'I don't see any
thing insulting about that Nat is an
abbreviation for Nathaniel.' "
'I know it,' said the little man, 'but
blast his impudence ! he spelled it G
A Negro preacher holding forth to his
congregation upon the subject of obey
ing the commands of God, says, 'Breth
ren, whatever God tells me to do in dis
Book, (holding up the Bible.) dat I'm
gwine to do. If I see in it dat I must
jump trco a stun wall, I'm gwine to jump
at it. Going troo it 'longs to God; jump
in' at it 'longs to me.
You are very stupid, Thomas said
a country teacher to a little boy eight
years old. 'You are like a donkey, and
what do ihey do to cure him of sinpidi
ty?' 'Why, they feed bim mure and
kick him less,' said the little urchin. .;
Nobilitt and gentleness go hand . in
hand; and when I see a young gentle
man kind to his mother, and gentle and
forbearing to his brothers and sisters, I
think he has a noble heart.
Two deaf mutes were married, a few
days since, at Albany. Tho Argus says
they appeared very happy, though, they
'never told their love. . . . -
Occcpatiox! what a glorious thing1 it
is for the human heart. Those who work
hard seldom yield themselves entirely to
faac;e(i or real sorrow.
"Somehow or other," said Frederick
the Great, "Providence seems to do the
most for the best disciplined troops." '