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Thursday RlornittS. Jan. 18, 1855
THE CHAKGE OF THE LIGHT BRIG
ADE AT B4LAKLAVA.
The London literary correspondent 'of the TVieans
recently atd that TtNStson could not write on thB
themes of the present war, but the following thrilling
lyric which we tuke from the last l.il Eiosunsr,
S a splendid refutation of that criticism.
fUi.r a league, Half a longuo,
Half aluugue onward,
All In the vull ey of Death
lioda th3 six hundred.
Into the valley of death
Bode the six hundred, .
,i For np came an order which
Rome one had blundered.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Take the guns,1 Nolnn said:
luto the ralloy of Death
Redo the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!'
No man was there dismayed,
Not though the soldier know
Some oue had blundered :
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
. , . .Theirs bul to do anddie,
Into the valley of Heath
- Rode tho six hundred.
. i i - Caunon to right of thchi,
Cannon to left of them,
Cuiinon In front of thoiu
Volleyed and thundred;
tioniied ut with Bhot und shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
i Into the jaws of Death,
lulu the uioulli of Hell
Rods the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bure
Flushed ull ut once III nir
Altering Hit; (runners there,
Chnrgiugun army, while
All the world wondered:
Hunged in the battery siuoko,
Willi many a ilnsicrate slroko
' The Russian line they bruko;
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
runuon to right of Ihem,
Cannon to le It of tlit-ni,
Cannon behind Ihem
Volleyed and thundered:
fUoruiud nt witli shot and shell,
While horsii and hero fell,
Tliosn that had fought so well
Ciime from tlie,luwsof Death,
liai'M from the niniith of Hell,
All tlautwos left of them,
Loft of six hundred.
When cun their glory fade!
O tin wild charge tlmy inudj!
All tho world wondered.
Honor the chargo they mnde!
Honor tho Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred ! A. T.
BV MtSS ALlCS CRAY.
Liiey Holmes was ono of the most light
hoarted, frolicksome beings thrtt ever shook
ringlets. Thoughtless! yes, thoughtless as
the sunbeam on the floor. Often would
old farmer Holmes smilingly smooth back
her hair, and nail her bis mad-cap gill; and
then sigh as he wondered whether timO
and care would bend down that light spir
it, or break it at onee. Lucy had no
mother, and aunt Tabitha used to say that
sho bad her hands full with her. Aunt
Tabitha was very prominent in the church
ono of those people who always draw
their mouths down and their eyebrows up,
and assume a lngubrous tone when they
talk about religion. 'I never can get Lucy
to think of anything serious!' was her per
petual complaint to Deacon Fowler's wife,
their next neighbor. 'I think that at sev
enteen, it is about time she should see
the vanities of this world, and bo con
verted.' 'Oh, well! young people will be a little
.'Lucy is more than a little gay. I wish
I could get her to set under the new min-
ialflr in rlin Snnt.li filnircb. Ho is getting
no a revival and has anxious meetings ev
ery evening. . Sister Wickfield told me she
had a delightful season there the other
" Aunt Tabitha tlnught a great deal of
dignified behaviour, and Lucy often awak
ened her -risrhtoous indignation on that
point. She would danoo about the bouse,
and often, with sun-bonnot in hand, bound
into the very room where her aunt sat in
groat converse with her 'revival preacher,'
or some of the 'sitters.' Lucy would often
mimic. Mr. Holmes would snase ins
head saying, 'My daughter! your aunt
means well. It is unfortunate she deals
so much in cant phrases. They are ri
diculous to you, and very offensive to me
It is sometimes a fault among religious
people.' i They lay open to ridicule the re
ligion really dear to them. They debase
it in the eyes of the world, for very few take
the pains to separate the gold from the
dross: and they make their conversation
rery unwelcome, to say the loast, to many
good people whose taste and refinement
turn from everything of the kind. As for
me, I am a plain man, and don't pretend to
muoh taste, bat I don t like such things
Let hot your good be evil spoken of.'
'Lucv always listened to ' her father's
words with a glimpse of the beauty in aim
pie religion, standing by itself, refining and
enobling; she lost it again when she view
ed the robe in which Mrs. Tabitha envel
oped hers; and she wondered whether it
wag only a robe, and not a necessary ad
Lucr was fond of cay colors, and feath
ers and fbwers, and aunt Tabitha cast up
her eyes at the sight of them as part of the
vanities oflife. . Luoy's perfectly formed
frame and bounding spirits impelled her to
the natural exercise of dancing, and aunt
Tabitha held it was a crying sin in a church
member to allow his daughter to conform
so much to the world. But Lucy danced
on, and sung on, as much a child as she
was at twelve years of age.
In the outskirts of (he village at Green
dale stood a dilapidated cottage hut, rath
er. The reckless, dogged look of the man
who sat smoking hispipe in the doorway,
and the lazy, dirty children who lay about,
told the character of the inhabitants. The
good people of Greendale had a Mission
ary society, and a society for the relief of
the poor; but the poor must be 'worthy
deserving objects,' not ragged, idle out
casts, and all their missionary sympathies
were engaged for 'fields' on the other side
of tho word, fbarrioboola Gha, perhaps,)
overlooking the real missionary ground at
their very doors. They thought more of
educating little East Indians, who, even
whon elevated, would still be an inferior
race, than of enlightening those in whose
veins ran the proud Saxon blood, formed
for action and rule, now swaying the deste
nies of the world. Did I say all their sym
pathies were engaged? Stop! there were
some visionaries among them who cried
out in horror at the ignorance and moral
degredationof the New Zoalanders, and
never took the trouble to inform themselves
that there were those in their own village,
in tho heart of their own New England,
who could hardly answer the qucslion.who
Why! no one ever went to Sam Tucker's
cottage. -Two ladies had tried it once, but
half frightened by Sam's dark looks, they
never come a second time. Joe Tucker, '
the eldest son, had grown up to be nine
teen or twenty ignorant and degraded,
but not wicked as might be expected.
One day all Greendale was startled by
the intelligence that a murder had been
committed. Mr. Read, one of the largest
farmers, had been knocked down in his
own fiel Is, by a blow of a rake handlein
the hands of Joe Tucker. The young man
had been hired as a day laborer during
harvest. Some altercation had occurred,
and in a moment of passion he had given
the fatal blow. He had escaped, but tho
constables were out after him in every di
rection. Before the day was over, hand
bills had been spread through the neigh
boring villagos and towns, and information
sent to the Boston and New York police.
Joe would soon bo taken there seemed
no doubt of that, yet day after day passed,
and he still eluded the search. Ono after
noon., about a fortnight after the occur
rence, Lucy Holmes was returning from a
ramble in the woods, when she was terri
bly frightened by the sudden appearance
of Joe Tucker in hor path.
'Don't scream, Miss, don't scream! Ye
needn't be afeared,' said Joe, who looked
ghastly and emaciated. 'Only listen to
me. 1 woulJn t harm a hair of your head.
Can't you give me a morsel to eat.rmstai v-
ng to death .
I wish I had something for you, but 1
havu't,' faltered Lucy.
'Then I must give myself up,' hogroan
d. ' 'I've lived on roots and berries forthe
last week. ' And they'll hang me for get-
ing angry. God knows I never meant to
kill the man. Yes, they'll hang me, for
such as I am have no friends.'
Don't oh! don't talk so,' said Lucy, the
warm tears tilling her eyes"ns she looked
on the wretched outcast. 'You have one
Viend nt least. Indeed I would do any
thing for you I could.'
Joe looked upin surprise. 11 was tne
first word of kindness from a stranger that
n the whole course of his life had ever
fallen on his ear. Ho knew not what to
make of it.
' You a friend to me?' he said. 'You for-
cct who I am.'
No, I do not. At this moment I would
give almost all I possess to have the power
to do sometlimo- tor you.
The accent and look were not to be mis
taken. The wild rude heart on which they
fell was thoroughly subdued. Joe moved
a few steps off, and leaned his face against
Bless you! bless you for those words,'
he said, in a broken voico. 'If I could
have heard such as them before, perhaps
but that's over now. All's over now.
'No! no! I am sure you are sorry forwhat
you have done, and
And wliatr What is before me even n
I should get out of their clutch? And I'll
find it hard to do that. The officers are all
over I suppose.'
lesl and Lucy shuddered and looked
So Bill told me a week ago. He brought
me something to eat, and they tracked him
to my hiding-place. I had a desperate
dodge that time. That's a week ago, and
I havn't been able to let him know where I
am, or got a crust of bread since.'
'Will vou trust me? said Lucy.
'Ay!' returned Joe Tucker, after a long
look on the pale girl.
Then come with me. i ou wouldn t rje
able to slay here long at any rate, for I
heard father say they were to naye a tnor-
ough scouring of all the wood to-morrow
She turned and hastily traversing the
lonesome wood-path in which they had
been standing, came to some pasture lana
owned by her father. Springing over the
stone wall, she led her companion by a
short out across the fields and through the
orchards. The shadows of the twilight
were thick around when they reached a
low, dis-used out building. She opened
the door.. ..'.. :
'Here you are safe for the present,' she
said hurriedly. 'No search will be made
here. As soon as I possibly can I will
bring you soome food.' '
As she turned to go, Joe laid his hand
upon her arm. "You will not betray me?'
said he with gleaming eye.
'You wrong mo, indeed you do I would
sooner die.' Said the excited girl. '
Joe withdrew his grasp, and she reach
ed her own room she hardly knew how,
and sat down to think over what she had
done. This was the wild, thoughtless,
petted girl! ... Her woman's heart,, true as
the needle to the pole, had sprung up for
the call for kindness.' . ,'..;." .,
Tow Lucy,' commenced aunt Tabitha,
when she appeared in the sitting-room,
'this is what I call scandalous. I know
how late you got home. I saw you run up
stairs. 'Where have you been?'
'Out taking a walk.'
'Taking a walk, indeed! You'd have
been much better employed at home doing
something useful. But if anything is of
use, that's enough for Jrou you don't
like it. I suppose you will be too tired to
go to prayer-meeting with me this evening.
You always have some excuse.'
'Yes, 1 can't go,' said Lucy.
"Oh! what are you coming to? Do
you ever think of the state you are in, Lu
cy?'. She did not answer, and her aunt de
parted for "meeting" with an expression
of pious horror.
Mr. Holmes kept good country hours,
and all in the house were supposed to be in
bed at ten o'clock. Lucy glided down to
the buttery, A filled a basket as large as she
could carry of the best there was. Then she
paused, while a nervous trembling stole
over her. What was she about to do?
Go forth alone, at night, to put herself in
the power of a murderer. How much she
would have given to run away into her own
room, and hurv Vinr faro in hi r
low, and shut out all responsibility all
necessity for action. But not so tho pal
lid and hungry-worn must not die, felon
..luuru iiu ur. oue uxjK up me DasKet nnu
unbolted the kitchen door, when the watch
dog began to bark.
'llush! JJruno, bush! be nuiet! she said.
as the animal came toward her.
Recognizing the familiar voico, he sub
mitted to be caressed, but would not leave
her. She knew not what to do. His bark
ing might have already awakened some
body she started at every sound. She
harshly ordered the dog away, but his low
growl at this alarmed her far more. He
evidently scented the meat in her basket,
and kept continually jumping about it.
Almost in dispair, she went round to the
other side of the house, and pulling out a
large piece of meat, threw it to him, and
immediately he plunged his teeth into it.
Then she speed t way breathlessly.
the night was dark and damp, tier
feet were soon wet, and her slight form
chilled through, but it was another feeling
that was shaking in every limb.
Uther tears than those of discovery, or
the nameless ones of the night made her
breath como short. All was dark in Joe'shid-
ing-place, and her trembling fingers could
not move fast cno'gh in push ingback the slide
of the dark lantern she carried. With the
first ray of light, she caught the gleam of a
pair of tierce eyes in the fartherost corner.
She shuddered and drew back.
Don't be aleared, Miss,' said Joe, com
Like a famishing wolf he seized ou the
food. , Not a word was spoken for many
minutes, but bread and meat and pies and
pickles were fast disappearing. At last
Jos looked up. To Lucy the sight of the
avidity with which he ate had been tar
greater reward than thanks, but tumultu
ous, broken words rushed in deep sincerity
to Ins lips, ns he looked on the slight young
figure be lore lnm. Lucy was halt lright
ened nt the strength and vehemence of his
expressions, but lie again entreated her not
to have any fears of him.
'You have saved my life, and can you
think I'd harm you? You're not more
safe in your own father's parlor than here,
murderer though 1 am.'
Mr. Read a dead, I suppose,' said he
after a pause.
'No, he is living yet, though there is no
hope of his recovery.'
'1 m glad ho isn t dead, said Joe, draw
ing a long breath. 'There isn't blood upon
my head yet.
'itow are you to get away : asked Liucy
'I can't tell.'
There was a long silence. 'I don't see
any way,' said Looy, 'but don't bo dis
couraged. I'll do all I can. Something
may happen. You can stay here in safety.
lou have food enough there for to-mor
row, havn't you? I'll come again to-mor
'God bless you Miss,' was thehalfchok
cd response, and that night the hunted fel
on slept soundly on the premises of the
sheritt of tho county. . , ,
'They're off to look after that wretch.
Joe Tucker,' said aunt Tabitha, coming in
to Lucy's room next morning.
At dinner, Mr. Holmes' first words were
'We may give it up now. Joe Tucker was
about here a week ago, but he's off now,
I'm persuaded. He'll not run far though.
They've got some of the knowing ones on
the watch, and they'll ferret him out no
matter where he is. Why, Lucy, what on
earth is the matter with you? What makes
you flush so?'
Lucy was taking hor first lesson in the
art which every woman must learn corn
mand of countenance. She stammered out
some excuse, and left the dining-room as
soon as she could. After dinner the con
sciousness of her secret made her fancy sus
picion in her father's every look, and when
night came how softly she crept down
She provided herself with a piece of
meat for Brono.and then opened the kitch
en door and softly called him. Leaving
him deeply engaged, she took her way to
the old corn-uouse. Joe received tier witn
a kind of affectionate reverence, as if she
were a being of another sphere. ' He had
made himself a den in the loft, so concealed
that one might search long without find
ingit. Lucy had broughthim some books
and papers, but she found he was but an
:ndifferent reader. She could devise no
plan of escape, and they both thought it
best to wait awhile.
She had spent the morning in thought,
an occupation very new to her. Joo Tuck
er's life 6eemod to depend on her, and if
tho burden of a fellow-creature's fate would
weigh heavily on any one, how much more
on the joyous little heart that had never
linown a care. How should she manage
his esoape? She though for a moment of
trusting hor father's kind heart and warm,
trenerous feelinffs. In her child-like incen-
lousnessshe longed to do so. It seemed so
terribled 'to have to decide anything of
such importance for herself and by her
self. But no! she remembered his strict
sense of justice, and stern, unbending in
tegrity. Aunt Tabitha appeared at the breakfast
table the next morning with hereap-atrings
flying, and her bows drawn together.
'Some one ono must have been in the
buttery these last two night,' she com
menced. 'There' heaps of things gone.
There's a nice leg of lamb, hardly touched
at dinner, and two large pieces of pork
they'ro gone. And those apple-piea I
made the other day, two of them were gone
yesterday morning and now two more, and
a whole pot of my best pickles, and a jar
of sweetmeats and I don't know how many
loaves of bread and cakes and rolls of but
ter. I'm thankful I know nothing about
Lucy played her part very well this time,
and her father and aunt wondered in vain.
Still the attacks on the larder did not cease,
and aunt Tabitha suspected in turn each
of the two 'helps,' and then every one of
the workmen on the farm. One night Lu
cy had just descended to the buttery, when
she turned round and saw her father just
Why, Lucy,' said he, 'is it you who
commit these depredations?'
Lucy forced herself to speak calmly.
Why, papa, could you think I ate all those
cold shoulders of lamb and sirloins ofbeel
aunt Tabitha laments so pathetically? I
want some sugar to drop lavender on,'
and taking a few lump, she proceeded up
stairs before her father. Ho laughed.
'A pretty fool I have been to jump out of
my bed at this hour forsuvh a minx as you.
I thought I had tho thief. I'll not do it a
gain at any rate.'
1 he weeks went on. Poor Joo Tucker
learned to love the very ground on which
Lucy stood. Nothing so pretty, so sweet
and delicate had every come near him be
fore. His untamed heart was naturally
warm and affectionate, and now it was stir
red to its inmost depths. The passionate
devotion with which he worshiped his
benefactress was a strange feeling to his
wild, ignorant soul. It seemed to open a
new world to him. Every visit showed
Lucy more and more ot the ardor of the
poor fellow's attachment, nnd every visit
saddened her more as sho felt her own de
ficiencies. She had a consciousness, dim
at first, that this was the time to sow tho
seed of good in that untutored heart, and
hers th 3 hand to cast it but sho knew not
how to do it. Sho thought'how fluent aunt
Tabitha would be in such a case, but that
was not exactly the fluency she wished for.
For seven weeks Joo Tucker remained
coiiceiilod in Mr. Holmes' out-building.
The excitement seemed to be lessenud.nnd
Lucy thought he might try to escape. She
had just received her liberal quarterly al
lowance, and she gave him every cent of it.
Sho disguised lum with a complete suit ot
one of their working-men, and one night
in October stood besido him for the last
lime. Poor Joe could not speak. Ho be-
gan several times, 'Miss Lucy and
then choked up. His sobs spoko tor him.
At last Luch wiped away her streaming
tears, and took his sun-burned hand in both
of hers. 'Joe,' 6he said, 'promise me that
when you get to California, you will try,
to tho best of your knowledge and ability,
to be a man an honest and good man.'
. 'I do promise,' said Joe, 'I swear it by
God in heaven.'
Lucy placed a small bible in his hand,
and in five minutes lie was gone.
The next morning she saw the doctor
pass in a great hurry. Mr. Reed was dy
ing, they said. The brain fever in which
he had lain ever since . the occurrence,
seemed running to its close. Lucy thought
of Joo and wept. The guilt of blood was
really on his hand and conscience then.
But at noon other tiding came. What had
been thought the agony of death was but
the lower crisis of the fever, and now the
surgeon though he might recover.
lie did recover, and on her father's bo
som Lucy confessed all that she had done
for Joe Tucker. That father sat astonish
ed, and then his eyes filled, find he clasped
his daughter to his swelling heart, Wonder
ing that in the thoughtless child should
have been hidden such capabilities of feel
ing and notion.
Aunt Tabitha might have preached to
Lucy to tho end of time, and produced no
effect;- but the impression of those mid
night visits to the half ruined shad, where
she had felt thn want of inducements and
hopes above tl is world, could not be ef-
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iacea. ii was maae ai a critical iimu in
her life, just as childhood was taking its
leave, and thus was she gently brought to
the source of til help. She was as happy
and as mirthful as ever danced and sung
just as much went to none of her aunt
Tabitha s favorite anxious meetings even
declined 'sitting under' the 'revival preach
er' but even aunt Tabitha could not
question the sincerity of her Christian
character, for truly her 'light so shone that
aw hor good works, andglorificd her men
father in heaven.'
Nows, good news come from California.
Lucy received a letter from Joe. Ho had
learned to write for the purpose of writing
to her. He had obtained a situation as
partner in a store, and was sober and in
"I kceo my promise. Miss Lucy," he
wrote. "I keep away from bad company,
and try to learn something and be some
thing and its all lor your sake."
And this was Lucy s own work, ai
the turning point in Joe Tucker s life her
kindness had met him, and fixed the direc
tion of his future course. How different
it would have been bad she shrank from
the poor outcast, and he had been given
up to the law. True, Mr. Read had lived
and he would have suffered nothing but a
short imprisonment, but what would have
been the prospects at his release? Lucy
heard from him every few months, there
was no change in him he continued a
useful and worthy member of society.
Was she not fully justified in stopping the
course of justice?
Oath of Office in Iowa. The Iowa
Legislature elected two men last week to
attend to the fires in the hall. They were
qualified hy taking an oath to "support the
Constitution of the United States and keep
good fires in the house."
Always! In the child, the maidyn, the!
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wnn nir muuier, religion snines wun a Ho
ly, benignant beauty of its own, which noth
ing of earth can mar. Neveryetwas the
female character perfect without the stci'Iy
faith of piety. Beauty, intellect, wealth'!
they are in like pit-falls.dark in the bright
est day.unless religion threw her sofibeHms
around them, to purify and exalt, making
twice glorious that which seemed all love
Religion is very beautiful in health or
sickness, in wealth or poverty. Wo can
never enter the sick chamber of the god
but soft music seems to fliat on the air.and
the burden of their song is ' Lo! p iace
Could we look into thousands of families
to-day when discontent fights sullenly with
life, we should find the chief cause of un
happiness, want of religion in temnan.
And in felons' cells in places of crime,
misery, destitution, ignorance we should
behold, in all its most tcrriblo deformities,
the fruit of irreligion in woman.
Oh religion benignant majesty, high on
thy throne thousittest.glorious andexalted.
Not above the clou , for earth-clouds come
i . . .i i i . ,
never oeiween tnee nnu iruiy pious souls-
not beneath the clouds, for above these is
heaven, opening through a broaj vista of
Its gates are the splendor of jap"r and
precious stones, white with a dew liiht
that neither flashes nor blazes, but steadily
proceedeth from the throno of Gjd. Its
towers bathed in a refulgent glory, ten
timesthe brightness of ten thousand sun,
yet soft, undazzling eye.
. And there religion points. Art thou
weary, it whispers, "rest up there forev
er." Art thou sorrowing, "toy. Art
thou weighed down with unmerited igno
miny, "kings and priests in that holy
home." Art thou poor, "the streets be
fore thy mansion shall be of gold." Art
thou friendless "the angels shall be thy
companions, and God thy friend and Fath
Is religion beautiful? We answer that
all is desolation and deformity where reli
gion is not.
How I would Preach if I Cocld. "I
am tormented," said Robert H ill, "with
tho desire of preaching better than I can."
I am tormented, say I, with the desire of
preaching better than I can.
But I have no wish to mike fine pretty
sermons. Prettiness is well enough when
prcttincss is in place. I like to see a pret
ty child, a pretty flower; but in sermons
prettiness is out of phee. To my car it
should be anything but commendation,
should it be said to me, "You have given
us a pretty sermon."
If I wero put upon trial for my life, and
my advocate should amuse the jury with
tropes an 1 figures, or bury his argument
beneath a prolusion of flowers or Ins rhet
oric, I would say to him, "lut, man you
caro more for your vanity than my hang
ing, rut yourself in my place speak in
view of tho gallows, and you will tell vour
slorv plainly and earnestly."
1 have no objections to a lady winding a
sword with ribbons and studding it with
roses when she presents it to her hero-lover
f .l I L ..I 1 .
out in me uay oi Dame ne win tear away
and' use tho naked edge on -
Kixb W onns. Kind words do not cost
much. They never blister the tongue or
lips. .And we
, i . . , - -
have never heard of any
arising lrom this quar-
Though they do not cost much, yet they
They help one's good nature and good
will. iSofl words soften our own soul.
Angry words aro fuel to the flames of
Wrath and make it blaze the more tierce-
y- . .
Kind words make other people good na-
tured, Cold words freeze people, and hot
words scorch them, and bitter words
mako them bitter, and wrathful words
make them wrathful.
There is such a rush of all other kind
of words, in our days, that it seems desir
able to give kind words a chance among
them. There aro vain words, and spiteful
words, and silly words, and boisterous
words, and war-like Words.
Kiud words, also, produce their own
image on men's souls. And a beautiful
image It is; they soothe, and quiet, and
comfort the heart. 1 hey shame lum of
his sour, morose, unkind feelings.
Fresh Aia. Horace Mann has Well said:
People who shudder at a flesh wound and
a trickle of blood, will confine their chil
dren like convicts, and compel them month
after month to breathe quantities of poi
son. It would less impair the mental and
physical constitutions of children, gradual
ly to draw an ounce of blood from their
veins, during the same length of tinie.ihan
to send them to breathe, for six hours in
a day, the lifeless and poisoned nir of sonic
of our school rooms. Lot any man, who
votes for confining children in small rooms
and keeping them on stagnant air, try the
experiment of breathing his own breath on
ly four times over; and if medical aid be
not on hand, the children will never be
endangered by his vote afterwards.
That's So. A New York journal is of
opinion that there are other fools besides
thoso who live on the rittli avenue. Listen
"Think not, laborer, extravagance is
confined to thnlaccs, silks and satins of the
rich alone, When a target company of
fifteen of twenty working men . waste their
money on a band of mUsio twetny or thir
ty strong, to parade the streets, that is ex
travagance. When one day in the week is
fooled away, and only five are made work
days, that is extravagance. It was the
very height of extravaganoe forapoor man,
in prosperous times, to be spending all his
moans those means which, if possible,
should have been saved for such a day as
this. Thus, it is not the fault alone of the
rich, but of the poor, too, that we are now
as we are. There is a good deal of truth
in these remarks. They may be unpalata
bto, but they are 'fouaded on facts.' "
TT7"Ws extract the following lines from the roems
of Thomas Matkellev, author of '-Droppings from the
Hjart." These pot mi were published la 1H47 by Ca
rer di Hart. The Hues below have much of the oualiit-
iiexatid pathos of Ilood. They will, an doubt, and
favor with the PrlnKr, whose toils aad Irouldos are
THE DOOTIOFTIIE PRINTER.
A printer weary aud wan,
Hit fct all mortally paM,
Asslovly jd.idded his boinewafd way,
B?frr Ihe das o!ng early day;
B o.eoutlu bittera I.
His voice was husky and low,
Asthougb his lungs ware gouu;
AnJ beeoughed and gasped and coughed agalu
And ho pressed h shand to his breast lu pain,
While thus hie plaint ran on;
"A world of toil istbl?
It hath no joy for me:
Tis labor by day, and tabor by night.
By the light of the son, and by candle light.
Labor euLtiaualiy. .
"Some mip huve rel.
But Sabbath (or ras there Is aot;
It Is toil ail Uis week, and toil on the day
ThjtGjd has given to rest and lo pra
Lo! this is the printer's loll
"When I was a boy." he said,
'I playd on the hills of green;
1 swan in the stream I tthsd in the Brook,
And blessed wns I loslt and to look
I'ufeiUred ou nature's scene,
'For twenty sad toars and more,
Mr llf j was worn away
In murky rooms of polsoaoiu air,
W0;n I've jearue l for a sight of ft rail ysfalr
And lb j light opeu day.
"An Innocent pris mr doomed,
My heart is heavy within:
Oh why should a maa unla nte.l by guilt,
Who Ihe blood of acrcatare Devr hath spill
L'ep.-ot, Ilka a fjl.in, toit.uV
The printer then coughed and sighed
Ths stars were groviug dioi,
An I h; upward glanced at the mornlug sky,
Aua h s inly though: it was good to die,
Auddeath would be rest to biio.
His heart was tired of b;atinf,
H prayad fur the Lord above
To pity a m in whose boart bad bj-n riven,
Toloil, for other men's iut-reiU given,
And h 3 sought his mercy uad lor j.
Hj hied lo his humid j home;
His infant awoke to cry,
" Jh, father! oh, inotUor! I'm hungry for bread!'
And the printer bowed with an arbl-tg head.
Ou his Man 'abosoiu to dia.
Oh ye, who have neve. known
The richness found io a i-mat,
Wliw'n nothing is seen on th- du's dat shelf,
And the poor man's pocket; em;. ty of ptdf,
lreejivj my story on trust.
Suy not In yo-irearjL'4 srora, . .
What ho.,uthe tale to oit
Tin rhymer who traces timaj rough written
Has known of such stfl -rrs In opier day timc3
A ud much of his rhym?s is true.
l!'.Tl:rab;T tliis holy truth
The man ho sloor halh stoid
WU-'ii a hiart-brokea brother for suecor did crave
Ami he sircichcd nota flngertoblesiaiidtosav ,
s verily guilty of bloed.
Father axd Child. The Chicago Prest
relates the following aTec'.ing iiicident du
ring the trial of Green, tho Chicago bank
er, forthe murder of his wife:
The prisoner appeared in his pi tee ac
companied by bis little bny of 6 years, who
sat upon his father's knee, the only being
in the world who ha 1 affection enough for
l.im to exhibit it in that dark hour. The
little fellow is a bright and handsome child
possessing his father s outline of head and
j expression of feature, and yet in the win -
j ning innocence of childhood. The similar-
litvand contrast between the two. wns s'li-
j king and painful. At some allusion of the !
orosccutimr counsel to the fi'mmcmherment !
i .. . o ...
of his family, that stern old man pressed ! Pon'.iac, was one dav impur uned by his
his little boy to his heart and bowing his! wife to take her a ride. The gen hman
head over him, wept in bitter agony. The j being" a man of business pi. aded his en
lad unable to realize the position of his pa- gngemcats, when the wife r.p'iedwiih the
rent, yet with the sympathy which dislin- J old story, ihat she must le -lied down at
guishes childhood, bur.-t into tears, and ' home." The husband replied that if any
with infantile wonder looked from his fa'h- person would furnish him with clothing io
er to the multitude and the speaker. It!
was a sad and tou.-hing sight.
itiT Young Man, have you got a libra- j
ry? No. Why not? I can't afford it.
hy cau t you atfurd r.T Because I ca too
poo.-. . Do you smoke cigars, eat oysters
or drink brandy smashes? Yes, all three,
How much do they cost you per annum?
A trifle a mere trifle only a mere trifle,
Ilw mrtoh do they co.it you a day? Well,
as I am very temperate, ouly about a dimo
for cigars, ht;ecn cents tor liquor, and a
quarter for oys'crs. At the end of the !
vear do vou feel anv better than vou wouM
i if you had refrained fiom the use of cigars
ana oysters; .no, lean t sny that 1 do.
Well they cost you each day fifty cents;
ora little more than onehundred aad eighty
d.'llars per annum. Oh not sd much; but
stop, let ma see--yes you are right a
hundred and eighty dollars a year. Now
that sum would purchase you a first
r.itj library; yet you spend it for what
aye, for what? Do you not comprehend
the reason that you are too poor to have a
library do you comprehend the reason.
MKCHA.Nics.-The following beautiful ex
tract is from Bulwer's celebrated play, en
titled the "Carpenter of Rouen.'' It is a
high compliment to mechanics: ,
"What have they not done.? n.ive they
not opened the secret chambers of the
mighty deep, and extracted its treasures,
and made the raging billows their high
ways, on which they ride as on a tamed
steed? Are not the elements of fire and
water chained to the crank, and at the
mechanic's bidding compelled to turn it?
Have not the mechanics opened the bow
els of the earth, and made its products con
tribute to our wants? The forked light
ning is their plaything, and they ride
triumphant on the wings of the mighty
wind. To the wiso they are flood-gates of
knowledge.and Kings and Queens are dec
orated by their handiwork- He who
made the Universe was a mechanic."
To Clsan Kid Gloves. Ladies will he
glad to learn thnt alcohol will wash kid
gloves of all collors, without eitherstatning
them or leaving an unpleasant odor about
thnm. The irioves arc simply drawn upon
thejhand and carefully rubbed with a pieco
of clean white flannel, wet with alcohol,
until the soil is removed, then hung up to
dry, and slightly stretohed, when the or
iginal color reappears.. Thia we bay from
one who has tried it successfully.
Wtvtt of Appearand! ,
'That fami'y,' said a friend of ours who
called to v'wita family whiuh we l.J lold
'Dim weresauly IU WAU , "
! not I'Xik SO poor I liKVer
hat Lruily do
thought of oUeruig oumiiy to ile a. J
never wijl judge again by app"aranco."
That is right; thai is jui what we de
sire to impress upon our readers. .The
1 vast suffering is lo be found where appear
Isnces do not. indicate want. &uoh was tie
jcise with the family in qtie-lioa. A wo.
i man with six liltlu child-eu, from four to
fourteen, father mother and children all
! born in this ci v, knowing no o'.hor home.
and always dependant upon the exertions
of the huhin I and father; when he was
Liken away how could lhy live, as they
always had done, in com 'or able tircuci
sttDces, io a good houje, with ahundanco
of home comforts, wearing good clothes,
! which, without renewed, uxnU wear mi?
let, by the closest economy, and untiring
industry, they have lived ihe pawnbrok
er furnished partofthe means until now,
a year from ihe fat' er's death, without
making known their extreme want still
striving to "keep up appearances," wiih
ouly oue good bonnet for four heads un
til now, at this inclement season, oul of food
j ami fuel, out of money; out of anything
' more to pawn; and above all, out of teorl;
jhow must, that ruo'.licr have looked upon
j her family, in whose faues staiva.ion was
staring? Aul yet she could not beg.
Even to her most in limit! au-uaiutaiice,
she hid her woes and want. Relatives,
j able lo aseisl them, they have none in the
! city. Only by accident one of their friends
I found out their destitution, and mado it
i known to m. Yet they "do not look so
poor," and others would think as our
j friend did, "I never should have thought;
i of offering c harily to them."
iNow, reader, look about you and See if
: you cannot find some one who 'does not
look so poor,' who is really in want. Not,
1 perhaps, in want of charity, but assistance
io gel through the present 'pinching lime.'
Oiler such a little loan. Give llitm work.
Go security for rent, so that they shall not
be turned out doors by a hard landlord.
I Take into your own family to feed ihroogh
! the winter, one mouth out of a family tl at
! have bu little bread, and have not tasicd
m at for months.
Do not try to calm yonr conscience by
giving a dime to a beggar. That is not
charity. It is of no u t to give nio:iy to
such as go through Ihe stieels upon a daily
round, turning up eyes trained to ihe busi
ness of begging for 'one cent.' ('hairy
consists in helping those that will help
themselves; in seeking rut proper objects
of benevolence; in lilting up those who
have been trodden down by fate, and not
sunk to beggary by crime.
hat ot appearances.' lou cannot
judge or you may judge wrongly. There
I is a great number of families,, i-uch as - the
jOne we have noticed, greaily in need of a
little assistance, who do not appear lika .
beggars who 'do not look so poor' yet
! to whom a few dollars now would save
rro.,D utter degredation. link of the temp
lauoiib iu tne way oi tne starving poor.par-
ticularly ot the numerous class of poor sew-
ing girls, out of work, aud open your heart
and hands; take care that by your neglect
you are not the means of their tall.
Judge not by appearances: Bo
able. Do awl. X. Y. TAb:t ie.
Tied Down at Hone.
A friend of ours, livinrr Dot far from
enough to eat rn i
willing to be "lied
A few days after," the g' ii leman caraa
home earlier than usual, and being fa.igued,
ay jon.n oll tj13 fa Itncl fe ll iiuo a hound
6eerl. uis wife took eords and slvly lied
j .;u hands together, served his feet in the
, gme WilV( and mnde him fast to th sofa,
j she then set a table with all thrt the house
afforded, and placed an exira suit ot
c0thcs within his reach. This done, she
started to pay a friend a visit. Upon her
return late in the evening, she found her
husband in the same position, except he
was wide awake, and very mad.
What on earth does all this mean?
' savs j,e.
"Nothing," quietly remarked his wife
"except the consummation of your earthly
wishes enough to eat. drink, and wear
and to be "tied down at home." .
They were seen riding out the text
Tub Christias's Work. Dr.
mihg beautifully remarks:
"The builder builds for a century; we"
for eternity. The painter paints for agen
eration; we for ever. The poet sings for"
an age, We forever. The statuary cuts out
the marble that soon perishes; let us try to
cut out the likeness of Christ to endure for
ever and ever. .
A hundred thousand men were employ'
' ed iu Egypt to construct a pyramidal tomb
for a dead king; let us leel tuai we are en
gaged in a far nobler work in constructing
temples for the living God. In my hum
ble judgment, the poorest parish school itt
our land with no other ornaments than the
dew-drops of ihe morfiing to gild it, and
the sun beams to shine upon it,, is a nobler
spectacle than the loftiest European cathe
dral with its spires glistening in the setting
and rising suns of a thousand years."
One of the best things of the day was
said by llie captain of one of our steam
boats lately. A bolt of canvas bolted over
board his boat. The captain bolted after
it, and exclaimed, as he cot it on loaid a
gain,"As I went in for a duck.Iwag bound
to have tha canvas-back. - - . O
' A man who admires a fine woman ha$
yet no more reason to wish himself her hus
band, than one who admired the JlesperU
an fruit would have had to wish himself the,
dragon that kept if. - " - - -