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POETRY.
The Seducer and his Victim.
BY ALEXANDER SMITH.
Poor child, poor child!
Wesfct In dreadful .ilenco with our sin,
Looking each other wildly in the eyes-.
Methought I heard the gate, of Heaven close,
She flung herself against me; burst in tears,
Aa a wave bursts Ih spray. She covered me
With her wild sorrow, as on April cloud
With dim dishevelled tresses hides the hill.
On which its heart is breaking. She clung to n
With piteous arms, and shook me with her soto,
Forahe had lost her world, her heaven, her God,
And now had naught but me and her great wrong.
She-did not kill me with a single word,
But once she lifted her tear dabbled face
Had hell gaped at my feet I would have leapt
Into its, burning throat, from that pale look.
Still itpursues me like a haunting fiend:
It drives me out to the black moors at night,
Where I am smitten by the hissing rain,
And ruffian winds, dislodging from their troops,
Huatlc me shrieking, then with a eudden turn
Go laughiiiR to their fellows. Merciful God!
ltconw-tuat lace aain, that white, wlnte face,
Set in a right of hair; reproachful eyes
That make me mad. Oh, save me from those eyes;
They will torment me even in llie grave,
And bum on me in Tophet.
CLEAR THE WAY.
BY CHARLES MACKEY.
Men of thought be up and stirring
Night and day.
Sow the seed, withdraw tin curtain,
Clear the way!
Men of action, aid and cheer them,
Aa ye may!
There's a fount about to stream;
There's a light about to bcami
There's a warmth about to glow;
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray.
Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the wsy!
Once the welcome light lias broken,
Who shall say
What the unimagincd glories
Of the dayl
What the evil that shall perish
In its fay J
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;
Aid it, hopes of honest mon;
Aid it, paper; aid it, type;
Aid it, for the hour is ripe;
And our earnest must not alicken
Into play.
Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!
Lo! a cloud's about to vanish
.From the day;
Lo! the right's about to conquer
Clear the way!
And a brazen wrong to crumble
Into clay.
With that light shall many more
Enter smiling at the door;
With the giant wrong shall fall
Many others, great and small,
That for ages long have held us
For their prey.
Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Journal of Commerce.
RAILROAD ROMANCE.
August, 1853.
From Portage, we came on by single tf.
ternoon's journey to Binghampton, ami, reach
ing there at a late hour in the evening, found
good accommodations at the American, which
we left t an early hour the next morning, by
the mail train for the eastward. Here wemel
friends who had been traveling on othei
routes, ao that our party formed quite a large
group iu the rear of the car, and when the in
tereet in the scenery began to flag, we killed
time by exchanging stories, as you well know
our wont haa been hitherto. But the beal
store of the day, by far, was that o( B
who vouchee for iu authenticity, and the
truthfulueas of the incidents. It occurrec
within two hundred miles of Albany, on ont
of the great railroad routes, and I may safelj
assure you of it credibility. I can best re
late the story in the words of my friend, ai
follejws: . ...
I was tired todeath, half sick, and wantin
something to arouae me. The ride had beer
tedious, and I was ready for any change whei
the crs entered that beautiful valley on tin
banks of the , where a mountain gorg
opens out suddenly oa the plain near th
station.
I had studied all the pttteageri.and foun
none, to interest me. A grqup of children
surrounding their mother In the next seats t
mehad attracted the chief part ot my nr
tiee. and I had toujjht to Iracs in the moti
er's face some indications of her character
and thoughts, but in vain. She was a fine
looking person, of forty or forty-five, matron
ly and dignified, but with all the air of the
city, and that expressionless look, void of in
terest and uninterested in any passing object,
which characterizes the fashionable traveler.
Occasionally she dipped Into the pages of
a novel; sometimes drew out a diamond-studded
watch of the most minute proportions;
now looked at the mountains, and now at the
seata in the cars, and now at the faces of the
children, but alwaya with the cold, expret
sionleas gate of the 'high-bred lady.' I had
given her up for quite aa unworth regarding
as most of her class are usually, and had con
cluded to look outaide the car for amusement,
when we brought up with a plunge and jerk
at the little station of - for wood and wa
ter. Within a hundred leet of us, the mountain-gorge
opened, and the sunshine stole
down it with atrange beauty. At this instant
a man approached the window at which I sat,
offering to sell fruit Prom 'his basket.
"He was a tall man, with flowing hair and
beard, originally jet black, but now streaked
s very little with gray. His face was mag
nificent. I would have gone miles to look on
such a countenance. Hia forehead was high,
broad, and white. A strange calm, even ma
jeatic, seemed to rest on it, and to rule his
appearance. His eye was dark, keen but not
roving or restless. It appeared to repose!
wherever it fell. His lips were carved with
exceeding beauty and sweetness, and his com
plexion was unrivalled for whiteness. His
beard, as I said, was king, flowing and ele
gant, of a dark black, but now changing here
and there as a long white hair was seen glan
ing among the masses of black. You have
seen such faces in old paintings. Tremember
one like it, that I cannot now locate, butyou
may recognize it by my description.
"It was atrange to see such a man engaged
in such a humble employment, and I bought
a dozen articles in succession, to keep him
before me while I looked at him. At length
the lady I have mentioned beckoned him to
ward the window where she sat, and he left
me, but I followed him with my eyes. As
he approached her he lifted his basket, and
she examined the fruit, but I saw a strange
expression coming over his countenance. He
gazed with unapeakable earnestness into her
eyes, and at length I knew by his look that
the gaze was returned, and I looked at her.
A deep crimson was flushing over her face,
the first sign of feeling I had yet seen on it.
For along while that gaze continued, he looked
calmly, sadly, with unutterable luournfulness
on her now lustrous eyes, and then lie spoke,
one single word, but in a voire of deep emo
tion, 'Mary!' and let his basket fall, the ripe
fruit rolling on along the platform, and under
the wheels of the cars, and bowing his head
tow down he turned away and atalked up the
gorge of the mountain. He did not once look
back, nor turn, nor hesitate, but pursued his
way with a swift, steady pace up the ravine
and disappeared among the trees that over
hung the stream.
"Here wus mi incident worth tracing out.
It was none of my business, to be sure, but
what was I traveling for, if I was only to at
tend to my own busincssl I had left my of
fice for the sake of getting rid of my business,
and having a finger in any that would amuse
me without giving me care or responsibility.
"I sprang from my seat as the engine whis
tled. The baggage was checked and would
take care of itself. I was alone. So as the
cars dashed westward out of the valley I was
already following the footsteps of the stran
ger, up the gorge, which wan so narrow that
I knew there was no danger of missing him.
"My determination was ao sudden that I
had formed no plan cf action, only resolving
to know more of this curious incident and the
actors in it. At length I emerged from the
wood road, in a little open spot, surrounded
by hills, with a beautiful southern exposure,
which seemed to be a sort of small Eden. It
was filled with fruit trees, and a luxuriant
garden, and all the beauties and delicacies of
a tasteful cottage home. A small hut stood
under the shadow of a few lofty trees, with
a bubbling spring in the midst of the green
grass before the door. The sky seemed to
love that little apot, and bent over it all a
round and very near to it. The sun never
penetrated those shades in summer, and the
hills kept off the winds in winter. I paused
to admire the beauty of the scene a moment,
and then knocked at the door. A clear, dis
tinct voice bade me enter, and I obeyed.
"Seated in a large chair, with his elbow
resting on a rude table, and his eyea shaded
by his hand, sat the strange fruit-dealer. The
j walls were ornamented with paintings of
1 startling" force and beauty. I was surprised;
I and, I confesa it, embarrassed, Out I was in
for a atory, and f sat down with aome trifling
phrase of civility. A few words sufficed tu
explain that I was a traveler, hunting scene
ry, accidentally led to that spot. But it was
no go. He remembered me, and in five min
utes made me confesa the truth, that I had
seen the railroad incident, and wanted an ex
planation. " 'Well, I like that,' said he. 'If was cool
and bold, and I have not gotten over my love
for adventure yet, though I am growing ol!
and am a hermit and am called a fool. Yoi
have made a bold push for a atory, and yoi
shall have it. But ait down and eat first, foi
' it is dinner-time hereabouts.'
"In five minutes we were at a table cover
ed with fruits, bread, and milk, in abundance
and we dined heartily. When we had fin
ished and he had made me light my cigar, h
arose, crossed the room to a large chest, ant
' took out from it a large-aized miniature caae
or perhapa I ahould call it a small-sized cabi
' net picture. Placing it before me ao tha
' the light of the tingle window at my back fel
1 en it with a beautiful effect, he bade me lool
' well at it, before he commenced his atory
1 It was the portrait of a young and beautifu
woman, of noble appearance. It might havi
been a painter's fancy of Helen, for she wor
no dress of modern times. I wae struck wit!
'' I th eyas, they were so full of life and froli
0 and gayey- After I had looked my hT. li
"1 restored it lo Ha place.
" 'I loved hat, and I loss, her that fa I
story, briefly and fully. "The old atory. HI
was the daughter of a Wealthy bouse. I tl
poor artist. Month after month, year aft
vent-, I had grown rich in the outpouring su
shine of her eyes. I was admitted, favora
petted, and was it atrange that I was fu
enough to believe I was loved! There wei
times when I bad reason to think ao. But
will not blame her. I never have blamtd hi
She was good, noble, beautiful, but she wt
in, and she was of, the world, and. acboolc
in all its lessons of what was proper and win
was most desirable. It was not her fault tin
they made her soul so cold in a body ao fitte
to be loved, ltwaaonce different. In ga
childhood, nay, in later years, she had a wealt
of pure warm feeling in her heart, and somi
times it gushed out. But year after year
waa repressed till she had command over i
and I sometimes think it was best so. Sh
never loved me. I thought she did, but I wi
wrong, and when the truth came in on m
with blinding torce it made me mad. Thi
love had been my life. You lawyeara, wh
deal in constant excitement, in the passion
of other men, and all whose lives are amon
men, know nothing of the artist. Solitar
and alone from sunrise to sunset, he studie
his own soul, and its tressured images. On
exquisite scene, one beautiful thought, live
for years in his brain and is his mental foot
until it is exhauated, or until another take
its place, and when that one is so belove
that he neither looks for nor desires anolhe
then it becomes a part of his soul, his ver
being. It lends color to his imaginations,
guides his pencil, it pervades his work. G
where he will, it is the same one fixed sti
before his soul, toward which, like the nee
die, it turns with unerring, immutable afl'et
tion. I have wondered whether any woma
has thought of what, it is to be loved by a
artist.
" 'The change came. I will not tell yoi
how, or when, or where. Enough that Hook
ed once into her speaking face, once into he
deep fathomless eyes, and finding there th
cold, culm gaze of complete worldly woman
hood, I went out from her presence forevet
I will not rehearse the pain that followed
Why, man, I had worshipped nothing fu
years and years except that growing, gloriou
beauty. The astrologer who had named
star and worshipped it night and morning fo
fourscore years, felt not half the sense of ag
ony, when he saw it vanish out of heaven
that 1 then felt. And this was a separati
feeling from wounded love. I kept all tha
by itself. The first great feeling was that
had lost my idol. Ant I wandered up am
down the world, seeking another in vain. Fo
years I was a roving artist, never approachin
a city. At length I saw this glen, and I lik
ed it. I bought this piece of ground for a tri
ve and built the hut. I live quietly and. calm
ly, selling- a little fruit in summer for the pin
chase of what I need in winter.
" 'The old idolatry has not been roused fo
thirty years or more. I have not pa:nted ii
twenty years. I find this life better. I an
I alone here. No one disturbs me. I neve
read. I seldom think. I live, that's all.
" 'Sometimes I have dreamed. Not of lat
years, though. And ahe hat come back t
ine in all the ravishing beauty of hergirlhooi
Those dreams were mare blessed then th
reality, for in them she loved me. But, i
truth, she never did. I have lived for thirt
years, and since that parting, when she wa
radiant in cold, calm splendor as the moon i
winter, and I crushed down to earth, I hav
not felt the clasp of her hsnd, looked into he
face, nor heard of her existance or her fat
till this duy.'
" 'So, that was she
" 'Yes, that was she. It was like a flus
from heaven, that meeting her, I was a
calm this morning. I walked so happily dow
the valley. I had no thought of this, and whe
I raised my eyes and saw and knew her,
thought at first that I would throw my arm
around her, and call her minel But the ol
look was there unchanged, the same col
gaze of passionless worldliness; and it chil
ed me as of old. It was hard to leave he
then, and how hard now! But the end is a
proaching rapidly. Do you see thia? (.H
pointed to his white complexion and the re
cheek half covered by hia beard.) The vi
lage doctor tells me it is consumption, and
am soon to be part and parcel of the grouu
I am treading on. I did not wish this,
rather shrink from it now. But I have bee
looking about for a snug place to lie, whe
I go to the rest I needs must take, and I hat
found it. You have the story now.'
"I have given you as nearly aa possible tl
words of the hermit," continued B , "ai
hare only omitted the details of his partii
with the object of hia love. I half sutpe
that she was a epuctte, but he mostearnes
ly denied it, and did her all honor in hia at
ry. His paintings and sketches were sea
i tered around in much confusion, but they we
evidently the work of a maater hand. I be,
ged only this sketch, a pencil drawingof M
dea, which I think shows the features of tl
portrait he first exhibitod. I have given yi
his story and you have mine. Such romanc
i along railroads are not of every day occi
I rence."
i When B concluded his atory, we we
i approaching Middletown, in Orange Count
' near which statiun we are now reating fur
couple of days.
Faithfullv.
W.
AN AUTUMNAL RETROSPECT.
I i iicbs bu.uuui - - j - " " - ... ....
, reflections at once sad and attractive.
this season the emerald of forest and fit
t fadea by imperceptible dagreea into ruai
I brown. Through crevicea and corners
t mournful cadences, aa If singing the aolet
. requiem of the departing year. The nak
1 bougha of trees peep out from their variegal
drapery, and the crisp and fallen feaf to
i gracefully with the zephyrs, the chilly
h creepa etcalthily over and among the rustli
c foliago, and brook and rivulet daah joyoui
e onwBTd, "ipajung wrjaie willi tbu auomel
-iici."
7 1 W have xrr etf at tbf and of a eeaaon
ie ( marked in peculiar maniier by the visits
le) , of an angry Providence. Draw-bridges have
tr yawned in the path of the steam angina.
rt- ' The monstrous motor of civilisation, scorning
H, ' the efforts of man to bind it down with steel
ol and iron, haa scattered to tba winds great
re ships, and marked the acene of its ravagea
I with hecatombs of ghaatly corpses. The
r J great lines of travel and communication are
ta . red all over with the blood of martyrs. Op
id posing trains, in mighty madness, have rush
it , ed to each other's embrace, and scarcely can
it there be found a burial place in all our land
d that ia not the resting-place of aome murdered
j victim of "disastrous accident." There are
hi vacant places at many a board, and desolation
l at many a hearthstone, where sorrow was un
it known when the spring flower blossomed in
t, our northern homes.
m Yonder, in a beautiful Southern city, strong
it man and maiden have goue down before the
e breath of the pestilence. No sound ditturbt
it 1 the noiseless huthjof its streets save the slow
o . rumbling of a funeral cortegt) 'that winds to
s warda"the cities of the dead." Plague-strick-g
en and dismayed, tha flying population have
y carried with them the miasma of death to ais
s ter cities, and the valley of the great "Fath
e er of Waters" is n Golgotha, as baleful aa
s the Upas tree death-dealing aathe Sirocco.
I, No sprinkling of door-pott or lintel stops the
s entrance of the Destroying Angel. It takes
d the millionaire from the palace and the sot
r, from the hovel. It scorns the barrier of rank
y and social position. It counts among its
it victims the high ahd the low, the maater and
0 the slave. The vehicles of trade are freight
ir ed with the malaria; ihe air comes to us taint-i-
ed with fever. Great fear Is abroad in the
:- land. At the exchange board and in the
n council-chamber, at the church door and- in
n the parlor, it drives out every topic. Knots
of men, standing at the street corners
1 "Whisper, with white lips, 'It comes! it comes!' "
Anxious friends read the daily lists of the
r dead, trembling lest l4waaMe of the loved
e one is there. Charity has flowed into the de-
- voted city in plenteous streams. Communi-
ties, robust with health, have held out their
- handa to aid the distresses of brethren, and
r jealous sections have forgotten the heats of
t party strife in a generous rivalry of alms-!
giving.
r Such is the fearful retrospect. It has been
a year crowded with gloomy memories.
, Death, the great reaper, hat gone into the
i harvest and comeback laden with apoils.
t From the Presidential Mansion to the rudest
I hamlet on our Western frontier he has se
1 lected with unspariug hand his countless vic
r tiros. We doubt if another year so deeply
I dyed with gore can be found in our national
- history. Philidelphia Regiiltr.
REVOLUTIONARY SCENES.
The painting of Trumbull, in the Rotun
r do of the Capitol, representing the Surrender
. of Corn wallis, exhibits Gen. Washington in
the most appropriate attitude which genius
r and a nice sense of propriety could suggest
that of calm dignity and repose. The con
e quered commander waa not brought forth in
j the humiliating condition usual in such cases
I to jrt'rc up hit sword, but simply to indicate, by
the grounding of arms by his army, that the
bloody strife was over. The noble congrat
ulatory address gives no signs of undue exul-
tation, no disparagement of the adversary .
n The reference in the Intelligencer to the
e cloaing even's of the war of the Revolution
brings to mind a fact recorded in Col. Hicxet'b
e "Conatitution" not generally known or re
membered. It ia the origin of the celebrated
Compliment paid to Washington, as "first in
l( War, first in peace, first iSHbe hearts of his
countrymen."
Chief Justice Marshall, a Representative in
Congress from Virginia In 1799, is entitled to
I the immortal honor of its authorship. The
g Resolutions of the House of Representatives,
j drawn up by him on the occasion of Gen.
j Waahington'a death, are in the following
i words:
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 19, 1799.
i- The House ol Representatives of the United
e States, having recieyed intelligence of the
d death of their highly valued fellow-citizen,
. George Washington, General of the Armies
I of the United States, and aharing the uuiver
d aal grief this distressing event muat produce,
I unanimously resolve
n 1 That this House wi II wait on the Pres
n ident of the United States, in condolence of
e this national calamity.
3. That the Speaker's chair be shrouded
ie with black, and that thejaaembera and officers
id of the house wear mourning during the aes
g sion.
51 3. That a joint committee of both Houses
t- be'appointed to repovt measures suitable to
). the occasion, and expressive of the profound
t- sorrow with which Congress is penetrated in
re the loss of a citizen, i'ibst in was, first in
j. PEACE, ABD FIRST IB THE HEARTS OF HIS COUN-
B- TBVMFN.
ie The brief and touching manner in which
u the President Adama brought the subject to
es the attention of Congress can scarcely be too
r- often brought to remembrance:
Gentlemen of tke Senate, and
Gentlemen of the House of Representatives:
The letter herewith transmitted will inform
you that it has pleaaed Divine Providence to
remove from this life our excellent fellow-citizen,
George YVashinutom by the purity of
hia character, rendered illustrious through the
world. It remains for an affectionate and
, grateful people, in whose hearts he can never
' die, to pay suitable fmoorn to his memory.
JOHN ADAMS.
United States, December 19, 1799.
jn Here followed the letter of Dr. Tobiaa
QB Lear, announcing hia death.
ed The Senate concurred in the appointment
ed a joint committee and in appropriate hon
vs ore. Gen. Henry Lee pronouueed the funer
air al oration.
ng It waa on this occasion that a joint resolu
ty tion was passed ordering a Marble Monument
led to ba erected by the United States in the
Capital, at the city of Washington, and ra-
cjueating the fsriily of Oen. Waahenglott Th f
permit his body to be deposited under It.
Mrs. Washington reluctantly consented, in
the following sad terms, addressed to Presi
dent Adams:
United States, December 19, 1799. Mount Vernon , December 31, 1799
Bir: While I reel, with keenest anguish,
the late dispensation of Divine Providence, I
cannot be Insenaible to the mournful tributes 1
of respect and veneration which are paid to '
the memory of my dear deceaaed huaband;
and aa hia beat services and most anxioua !
wishes were alwaya devoted to the welfare
and happiness of hia country, lo know that
they were truly appreciated and gratefully ro-'
membered affords no inconsiderable consola
tion. Taught by that great example which I had
ao long before me never to oppose my private
wishes to the public will, I must consent to
the request msde by Congress, which you have
had the goodness to transmit to me; and, in
doing thia, I need not, I cannot, say what a
sacrifice of individual feeling 1 make to a'
sense of public duty.
With greatful acknowledgements and on-'
feigned thanks for the personal respect and
evidences of condolence expressed by Con-:
gress and yourself, I remain, very respectful
ly, sir, your most obedient humble servant,
MARTHA WASHINGTON.
These reminiscences may not be inappro- l
priate at a moment when Mount Vei non itself
the residence and the tomb of the Hero, is
spoken of aa likely to paaa from the hands of
the Washington family. If Mra. Waahing
ton felt aa a "sacrifice of individual feeling" .
the proposition to aurrender the remaina of her
illustrious husband to the cafe of Congress,
what would be her agony now if allowed to
hear the propoaition to give up his home dj" hit
tomb to the purposes of speculation!
How impressively did President Adams, in
his reply to the Senate, group together the 1
high qualities and noble traits of the depart
ed chieftain! Two paragraphs convey volumes
of eulogy.
"In the multitude of my thoughts and re
collections on this melancholy event, you
will permit me only to say that I have seen
him in the days of adversity, in aome of the
scenes of his deepest distress and most trying
perplexities; I have also attended him in his 1
highest elevation and most prosperous felici
ty, with uniform admiration of his wisdom, 1
moderation, and conatancy. 1
"His example is now complete, and it will
teach wisdom and virtue to magistrates, 1
citizens, and men, not only in the present '
age, but in future generations, as long as our '
history shall be read. If a Trajan found a 1
Pliny, a Marcus Aurelius can never wsnt 1
biographers, eulogists, or historians." Mat. '
Intel 1
I
FOURTH OF JULY IN
GEORGETOWN.
They have aome original wags iu George-
town, .Massachusetts. At the late celebra- i
tion of the glorious Independance, in that
town, an original Declaration was read; after I
which an oration ''aa was an oration" waa
delivered, from which we publish the follow
ing extract:
Fellow Cltitens:l suppose you all know
that previous to 1776 this country belonged '
to the British country and notwithstanding 1
the oppression to which we were subjected1 j
we soon began to be tome. This made the ,
Britishers mad, and they come over here with
an army to put ua down. Just at this event
ful period in our history. Ginerifl Jefferson, '
Gineral Scott, Gineral Martin Van Buren, ,
and a host of other patriots, riz in ther wrath, (
and shouted a war-cry that shook the country (
from top to bottom, and reverberated as far
as the eye could reach and fellow citizens, (
what was the effect of this alarm 1 Why, in (
a day or two every hill-top waa briatling (
with the shining baggerneta of the sons of
Pilgrims, and every valley was Crowded with
the fair daughters of America, laden with j
dough nuts, apple sass, 'and sich things, to .
satisy the demands of nater; 'while we fit j
foao$r country's glory. .
"Our fust battle waa fought at New Or
leans, which was then in possession of the
enemy, tn consequence of our army being j
entirely destitute of arms and ammunition,
we built an immense wall of cotton bales ,
clean around the city, and kept the British in ,
there until the whole army died of yellow fe
ver. "Fellow Citizens! Look at the battle of
Tippecanoe und Tyler too, where Gineral!
Auder Jackson with one company of Green
Mountain Boys, drove a hundred thousand
foreigners out of the country at the pint of
the baggernet.
"Look too, at Watterloo, where Gineral
l,ow captured a whole regiment of Turters,
had 'em skinned and their hides tanned, and
my grandfather that wus out in the war had
a pair of cowhide boots made out of the lea
ther; and, fellow citizena, theae boots that I've '
got on are the very identical boots.
"Think you fellow citizens, our fathera '
would have thua destroyed ihe Britishers had J
they not sufficient cause! What man with I
an American heart in his fcojom could atand
til and aee the enemy eel fire to his wife j
and children, destroy hia dwelling-house, and ;
then enter his hen-roosi and steal his darling1
chick-a-biddies?
"It waa but a few yeara ago that it waa
considered very remarkable to have green 1
peas and cucumbers by the 4th of July. But
how is it now' Why, the common peoplej
feed their hogs on 'em by the middle of June.
In fact, all kinds of aaaa are more for'ard than
they formerly used to be. Think of the lux
uries we now enjoy that were never thought
of before the Retalution. Ice-creams sprucet
gum, soda-water, peanuts, barberry-aass, po-tater-rot,
ery-sipolaa, and ready-made clo-Ihinff."
Boston Museum.
The popular vote just taken in the State of
Dflaware upon the ratification of the a
mended Conatitution haa reeulted in itarejec
tion by 1,954 majority. Suasex county gave
1,317 majority againatit, Kent 386, and New-1
caatle 351. In the city of Wilmington thre
was eighty majority" sgimt ratifleatjoB. 1
WILLIAM SMITH O'BRIEN.
ine subject of our illustration haa httnmm
widely known aa the Irish Patriot one who
haa dared to think, feel and apeak, for the
benefit of hit countryman, and because his
views have not been palatable to the exitting
powere, wat firat condemned to die, and after
wards exiled to a disunt Isnd.
O'Brien it the second ton of Sir Edward
O'Brien, bart., of County Clare, Ireland, who
represented the county several yeara in the
Irish Parliament. He waa born in 1806, waa
educated at the Cambridge Univereity, tnd
made his public appearance in 1827, at a
Member of Parliament for Ennis. The prin
ciplesof his fsmily had been Conservative,
but he aoon abandoned the ancestral politics'
joined the Catholic Association, and became
a warm advocate of civil and religious liberty.
His parliamentary career ia reported to have
been quite distinguished; he ia said to have
ahown considerable talent for business, and to
have been appointed on the most important
committees, and to have been a good apea
ker. He did not conaider himself as a mem
ber of either of the great parties, although he
generally aided with the Whigs. But,
in 1837, he voted against the Whigs, and his
one vote placed the Ministers in a minority,
occasioning their resignation. This drew
upon him the rebuke of O'Connell, but O'
Brien was sustained by the electors, and was
again returned from Limerick. In 1843 he
opposea the passage of the Arms Act for Ire
land, and received the thanks of the Repeal
Association, shortly afterbecoming a member
of that association himself. He remained a
prominent member of that asaociation, and
waa a guiding spirit in its counsels. This as
sociation exercised great influence over the
people of Ireland, and dre w large amounts
from the pockets of the populace, which never
Beemed devoted to any tangible project. The
prtce resolutions brought forward by Mr.
John O'Connell, occasioned the secession of
O'Brien and a number of others from the as
sociation. These persons formed another
body, under the name of the Irish party, of
which Mr. Duffy ,s newspaper, the "Nation."
became the organ In 1848, O'Brien became
more bold intheexpreasion of his sentiments,
wh ich Beemed lo grow more liberal from the
:vents of the French Revolution, shortly after
vhich he openly referred, in one of his spee
:hes, to the estab lishmcntof a republic on the
Jther side of the channel. On his return to
Ireland, he became still bolder in his declara
ions, snd was tried, aa waa also Meagher,
or sedition. The government failed to ob
lain his conviction, but he waa afterwards ar-1
ested, tried for reason, found guilty, and sen
enced to death. It is averred that the jury 1
iv ere "packed" for this purpose, but this is
lot proven. It is certain that the jury were '
lurposely selected from among the body of
Jeople who sympathised least with O'Brien's
principles. The sentence of death which
was a disgrace to a Christian land was
ifterwards commuted to transportation, and
D'Brien was sent to Van Dieman'a Land,
rum which he has attempted to escape.
[From the New York Musical Times.
FASHION IN FUNERALS.
"It has lately been unfashionable in New
fork for ladies to attend funerals tothegrave.l
Even the mother may not accompany the lifeless
orm of her beloved child beyond the threshold'
vithout'jiiolating the laws of Fashion."
Are there such mothers? Lives there one who
ireaeej her lips to the little marble lorm that
mce lay warm and quivering beneath her.
leart-strings! who with undimmed eye, re- j
.alia the trusting clasp of that tiny hand, the
oving glance of that vsiled eye, 'the music
if that merry laugh its low pained moan,!
ir its last fluttering heart quiver .'-who would
lot (rather than strange handa ahould touch '
he babe,) heraelf robe its dainty limba for
mrial! who shrinks not, starts not, when,
he careless busineas hand would remove ihe
ittle darling from ita cradle-bed, where lor-1
ng eyes ao cold, dreamless pillow? who
ingers not when all have gone, and vainly
tri ves, with atraining eye, to pierce below that
lead laid mound! who when a merry group
jo dancing by, stopt nut, with a audden tbrili,
:o touch some sunny head, or gaze into a soft
lue eye, that has opened afresh the fouut of
:ears, and aent to troubled lips the murmur-,
ng heart-plaint: "Would to God i had died
For thee, my child my child!" who when
he wintry blast comes bowling by, shudders
lot, because she cannot fold to her own warm
breatt the little lonely sleeper in the cold
church yard!
And oh, is there one who, with such "treas
ures laid up in Heaven," clings not the less
to earth; strives not the more to keep her
spirit undefiled; fears not the less the dim,
dark valley, cheered by a cherub voice, in
audible save to the dying mother's ear!
Oh, atony-eyed, stony-hearted, relentless
Fashion! turn for us day into night, if thou
wilt; deform our women; half clothe, with
flimsy fabric, our victim children; wring 'the
last penny from the aighing, over-tasked hus
band; banish to the backwoods thy country
cousin, Comfort; reign supreme in the
banquet hall; revel undisputed at the dance,
but when that grim guest whom none invite
whom none dare deny strides with defiant
front across our threshold, stand back thou
heartless harlequin, and leave us alone with
our dead; ao we shall list the lesson those
voiceless lips should teach us
"All is vanity."
FANNY FERN.
Artless Simflicitt. A certain little boy
of this city, who recently loat his father,
found himself debarred thereby from attend
ing school aa formerly, and, in the fulness ol
his fath, he determined to aeek the where
withal at that footstool to which he had
doubtleas been taught to look for other and
higher blessings.
In the simplicity of his heart he eat down
and gravely wrote a letter to hia Rn
DEtMta, thinking perhaps that so formal a
mode of preferring hit requeats would meet
with greater attention. What was the sur
prise ol our worthy Postmaater, Wat. N.
Fjftuft fcaj on discovering among the con
tents of his letter box one morning lately a
aa;. dtttctad to Jaaca CnnrnTl- Opao-
ingii.heread the atory of tha bofa wants,
and with a noble kindness which we are not
aelfi.h enough to deprive our readers of the
pleature or profit of hearing, he deposited in
the envelope the amount required and direct
ed it to the young tupplictnt. We have nev
er heard a atory that in to thort a eompata
j contains a more instructive and interesting
I lesson. Iifcombihes a aingularly felicitous
union of fine illuatratihna of the great pillara
of religion. Faith, Hope, and Charily, and we
would not wish to know the man who could
, hear thia "plain unvarnished tale" without
j feeling himself and hia kind ennobled by the
recital.
Petersburg Va.) Democrat.
I WtsTERs Elckjuebce. Feller Citizens:
I Jerusalem's to pay, and we hain't got any
, pitch. Our hyperbolical and mojeatic canal
of creation has unshipped her rudder, and the
Captaio broke hia neck, and the cook div to
the depth of the vasty deep in sesrch o'
dimmuns! Our fijrwam's torn to pieces, like
( a shirt on a brush fence, and cities of these
j 'ere latitudes is vanishing in a blue flame.
, Are such things to be did? I ask you in the
name of the American Eagle who waa whip
I ped by the shaggy-headed lion, and now sits
j on the magnetic telegraph, if such join's ia
I goin' to be conglomerated? I repea't to you,
' the name of the peacock of liberty, when
: he's lewis1 over the cloud-capped summits
j of the Rocky mountains if we'a goin to be
;bigvogged in this fashion! Shall we ba
j bamboozlefied with auch unmitigated oudac
jiousness! Me thinks I hear you tay, "No,
Bir-ee, hossfly !" Then 'lect me lo Congress,
I and there'll be a revolution sartin. Feller
, Citizens: If I was standing on the adaman-
tine throne of Jupiter, and the lightning waa
flashing around me, I'd continuo to spout.
I'm full of the boiling lather of Mounl Etny,
jandlwon't be quenched! I've sprung a
leak, and must howl like a bear with a sore
head. Flop together -jump into ranks and
bear rue through. Feller Citizons: You
know me, and rip me out with a mill grab if
I won't stick to yer like brick dust to a bar
of soap. Whar is my opponent? No whar!
I was brought up among ye, feller citizens,
but he can't get around me with his hifalutin'
big words. Uicturn, atrictum. albranto, catnip,
Braszeel, Eogluoney, and Baffin's Bay! What
do you all think o' lhat! "Go it porkyroot
hog or die!" as Shakapeel said when Caesar
stabbed him in the House of Representatives.
Feller Citizens: 'Lect me to Congress, and
I'll abolish mad dogs, muskeeters, and bad
cents, and go in for the annihilation of nig
gers, campmectin's and jails. I'll repudiate
crows and fustifiben hawx I'll have barn
raisins every day, Sunday excepted, and liquor
enough to swim in. Yea, feller citizens, 'lect
me to Congress, and I shall be led to exclaim,
in the sublime, the terrific language of Bona
parte, when preaching in the wilderness:
"Riclmrd's himself again!" On, then, onward
to the polls "gallop apace, fiery-footed
steads," and make the walking tremble with
anti-spasmodic yells for Daily. Let's licker.
Illustrated .Veiri.
From the New York Tribune.
THE JAPAN EXPEDITION.
We have received nolettera intended for pub
lication from Mr. Bayabd Tatlub since he
joined the Japan fleet, but a private ootejdrom
him dated on June 36, at the harbor of Nape
Kiang, Loo Choo; states very briefly a few
facta of interest, which, it is not improper for
us to coir,m"nicate to our readers. He writes
as follows:
"Behold me here, in this remote and rarely
viaited corner of the Pacific, sweating under
a torrid sun, clothed in the lightest undress
uniform allowed by theNavy Regulations, aud
living from hand to mouth, now on salt horse
and sea-biscuit, aud now on turtle .teaks and
wild-boar cutlets. I have not yet been two
months in the service, but its ordered, artifi
cial life is so ditferent from all my previous
experiences, that, although I am now tolerably
at home in it, the lime, seems greatly prolong
ed. I have, in fact, seen and done a great deal
since leaving Shunghai. We tailed on the
17th of May leaving the Plymouth there ,and
after a detention of three days at tba mouth
of the Yang-tee-Kiayg, sailed direct for this
place, al the souih-w eslern corner of the great
Loo-Choo Island, where we arrived on tha 36th
Probably not more than a dozen vessels had ev
er been here before, and the arrival of ourtwo
: great steamers, with the Saratoga and Supply,
created, as you may suppose, aa icamenie
sensation. L io-Choo is tributary to the Jap
: panese Prince of Stalsuma, and the people ars
. Jappunese in dress, customs and government,
though not, as I think, in race. They aprox
imate nearer to the Maylay. After the Reg
ent had been received on board and a good
understanding established, the Commodore a
j pointed a-party of four of whom I wat one i
to explore the interior of the islaud. No white
! mau had ever been more than three miltt from
I Napa before. We took four men and some
Chinese coolies with us and strrted on a six
days' tramp, during which we made 108
miles and thoroughly explored more than one
half of the Island. We were attended by
Government officers, who acted aa spies but
did not attempt to control our movements.-
We led them such a dance as they never had
before, but it was impossible to escape their
espionage. Scouta were in advance wherever
we went, and the natives driven away from
the road. The inhabitants either shut up their
houses or hid themselves nut through fear
of us as many little inatancea proved, bet of
their own rulers. The island ia one of the most
beautiful ones in the world; very fertile ad
mirably cultivated, and combines in ita scen
ery the characteristics both of ihe trople tod
temperate zones. We discovered a ruined cat
tle, 650 feet long, on the summit of a moun
tain besides many ancient tombs, hewa in
the rocks. The northern part of ihe island
is very mountainotit, and covered with denae
foreats, in which wild bears are found, thia trip
waa altogether the most fantastic aud peeuli. r
I ever made. We took a tent, but lodged
mostly in tba cung gau't ot Government
