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. VOLUME I. " WIJITE CLOUD, KANSAS; THURSDAY, JULY 16, 1857. ' ' ' . . - I NUMBER 7. -
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Aad far alacfcieC fita, ainie, or whatmr it aiay ba.
Of btata, kali tfca Gaatral of afl!
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. - Ia Ihrr aad foul traatbar,
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Ta biad at tofetbrr
My Betary aad I.
. TtaAfTl.1oir they mde a Frce-Ma-
in rmj Scriggins?" asked Aunt Pctigrew
of m ene evening, as we tat before a bright,
biasing fire, she with her knitting work, and I
with no work at all, extcpt natching the mrrind
aparka, and wishing titer were each a gold dol
lar, rolling downwards instead of flying np.
Dear old Aunt Petigrew! She has numbered
her three-score years and ten, yet f he is as blithe
and lively as many a maiden, two-sen re and ten.
younger,. Then she U always so good natured,
that, be the day orcr so cloudy, yon would cer
tainly think, while ia her presence, the sun was
shining with usual lustre. Nerer. crws or pee
vish like many aged matrons, who, Heaven bless
them, have enough to make them so, after rear
ing a set of young ones that grow as ungodly as
the ancient Egyptians, in spite of all their good,
pious mothers' examples.
.Though Aunt Petigrew bears no relationship
to me, except that which Mother Nature com
pels ns to bear each other, yet I love bet dearly.
and well worthy is she of my lore, for I do not
know that she possesses a single fault! if she
does, I have never been able to discover it.
Indeed, I have often thought while gating
into her mild blue eyes, and reading an expres
sion of parity and decision of character such as
I nsver read in those of any other female, that
she alone ef all my sex had possessed sufficient
strength to resist the forbidden fruit" for
whs has not plucked it? who has not yielded to
a temptation of some kind, though we are of a
stronger sex? Don't believe it, do yoa masc
lines? Why, don't the Good Book tell yon (or
- dost you read it) that it took the Old One him
self to tempt the woman, while, poor, weak, sil
ly man, jumped at the apple the moment the
worn a offered it to him? Isn't that proof pos
itive that we art the strongest minded of the two
exes? .. '
Bat as I way saying, there we sat. Aunt Pet
igrew and' myself, with the bright fire dancing
sad blazing before as, and the light in -her eyes
dancing in unison as she asked me the question:
"Did I ever tell yoa how-they made a Free
Mason of Tim Scriggins V
I believe not," said I.
Well, yon see," she continued it was ma
ny fears ago, when my husband belonged to
them, (he left them soon after they doomed poor
Morgan to such a fate.) Tim had been teasing
aadteaains; for ever so long to join them, but
they hadn't quite faith enough in his secretive
powers, and so they had been putting it off month
after month, until at last be became so obetrep
nlotrs that my husband told them to take him,
but to be sure that the initiating took place at
of house. '
"Ton see we had s largo room hall I sup
pose is now the popular term which we didnt
use only when we had a large quilting party,
husking, apple-bee or something of that kind;
then they used it to dance in. There was a
large closet opened out o( it that was used most
ly to stow away the bonnet and shawls, and the
fellers' hats and great coats. But one corner of
it, I had reserved for my pewter and silver dish
es, that mother gave me when she died..
" Yon know they need pewter and silver in
them, days, instsnj ,f earthen or china, and
tnaA better it was, too, for it wasn't getting
amshed op. Well, you see, I set a great store
by mine, beeaase they were once my dear moth
er's; (here Aunt Petigrew's lip quivered.) and
so l thought" that it would be a good out of the
way place to kerp them safely, and I had a sort
f s temporary cupboard made with shelves in
It to set them oaf and they shone so bright that j
soey aiways awraatea ue attention e the girls
that cams to the psitiesv beeaase great many
never saw any such dfthes anywhere elre. The
eppe part of the door that opened from the hall
into the closet was made of glass, to let in the
light as there was no windows ia it.
'Well, the Lodge sometimes met in that large
room; so ons afternoon my husband came in and
told me to have a good fire in the cilice-room,
as he used to call it, before night, so it would
get warm. . It was a bitter cold day in January.
Then he took me to one side, and let , me into
enough of the secret to know what" was going
on. I thought a "moment, then asked him if I
could look through the glass door and see them.
"Yes," said be, "only I'm afraid fou'll be
wanting to look again sometime when we should
not want you to.". .
"Husband," says I, and I know J .looked
grieved and surprised, for I felt so, did you ev
er know of my peeping or meddling, or asking
questions about anything that wasn't my busi
pess.to know?"
" No, my dear,'.' said he, and put his lips to
mine as he said it; " I know you ain't like any
of the rest of your sex that I ever saw, and I've
often thought yon couldn't bear any relationship
to old Ere, because yon are so destitute of cari
osity." I was so used to being praised by him that I
wasn't taken by surprise at his gallant speech,
.so I merely said
" May-be I've got common sense enough to
keep my curiosity within its proper bounds, and
that's all the reason I'm any better on that score
than other women."
" Yes, yes, that's it," said he, " and you de
serve all the more praise for that, because you
resist the temptation and others don't."
Then he kissed me again you know there is
no harm in telling on't now that I'm an old wo
man and telling me to remember and have ev
erything ready, he left the room.
I kept one hired girl, and a prime good one
she waa, too not such help as we get now-a-days,
that can't do, anything but crimp and curl
their hair to catch the fellers I could trust her
with almost any secret, and never knew her to
betray iL
"Well, when It was dark, I called her into
the other rcom, away from the rest of the fami
ly, and says I
" Betty, (that was her name,) they're agiKa'
to make a Free-Mason of Tim Scriggins to--night,
and if you'll promise to be a Free Mason,
too, yoa shall see them initiate him."
Betty lauphed and clapped her hands, saying
she promised and longed for the hour to come.
Well," says I, " you get tha large gridiron
and put it on the (litchen fire, and be sure that U
gets red-hot at the proper time."
Betty understood in a moment. Her compre
hensive powers were nearly as larpe.as her
body, and that weighed two hundred, down
By-and bve Tim came in, and seating him
self by the fire, eyed the gridiron with a woful
Betty stood near, and occasionally stirred the
fire tinder It, as if she was in a hurry to get it
Tim becraa fidjretin in his chair, and at last
he couldn't hear it any longer; so, he asked Bet
ty in a low voice! as if afraid of beinfr overheard,
what she was heating that gridiron for.
"Why," says she, "didn't you know they
were going to make another Free-Mason, to
And she looked as solemn as the grave.
Tim gave another look at the iron, now grow.
Ing as red as the coals beneath it, then glanced
at the door, as If he thought he could yet escape
me noma torture; but at that moment my hus
band accompaniJd by half a doacn others enter
ed, and geinrdirectly to him, took him by the
hand and led him from the room, saying to Bcttvi
" We will be ready in five minutes."
At these words, poor Tim pare a groan so ter
rible that it fairly started me from my chair,
where I had been seated behind the cellar door,
out of sight, but seeing sll that was going on.
As soon as they were fairly out of the room,
Betty and I started for the closet She had car
ried our big chum, an old-fashioned tall one,
such as they used in them days, into the closet
for us to stand on. "
Well, we mounted the churn, I first, and Bet
ty behind me, because she was the tallest and
could look over my shoulder.
They were blind folding Tim wbes we first
looked; then took off his bree unmentionables,
I believe they are now called then one ,aftEe
Masons said In very solemn voice . '
" Mr. Petigrew, we are ready."
Then my husband opened the door, and poor
Tim' thought hewas after the gridiron,"of course,
and oh how he did tremble and shake from head
"Are yon cold?" asked one of the Masons,
solemnly. 1 .
" Y-e-s," he groaned out, and I thought Betty
would have busted. I
I whispered to ner to be careful, forshe shook
so,-1 thought she would fall off the churn, though
I could hardly help laughing right out myself,
and we stuffed our aprons into our mouths. ' ' '
You will soon be warm enough," the Mason
replied, in the same solemn tone.
Just then my husband entered the room, lug
ging a cake of ice as big as our great Bible, and
laying it in a chair, tiro of the" Masons took bold
of Tim, one hold of each arm, to steady him,
and sat him down.
But no sooner had the ice eome in contact
wiih his naked extremities, than he gave one
leap, and with a yell as horrible as aa Indian
war-whoop, sprang from the men who were hold
ing him, and bounded aearTy 4o the ehamher
door. - . .
At this, Betty eoold contain herself no longer,
and grasped the 'cupboard for support. It want
Bailed ap.very strongoad as she was so heavy
it yielded to her grafp and came dowa with a
crash that sounded like ten thousand drums all
beating a different tone, and Betty came oa the
top of it. It dida't hurt her much though, and
she had presence of mind enough not to scream.
I clung to the churn and the aides of the door to
see the game oak
.Tim thought to be sore be had arrived to the
lower regions, sad all the impadarkaeai had
united in one graad choree of welcome, and tear
ing the bandage from his eyea with the fury of
a madman, he shouted at the top of his voice-
" No yer don't, yer old devils! I ain't one of
And glancing around with s wild look, he
sprang towards the door; bat my husband was
too quick for him; stepping to the door with bu
back against it, he said: ' ''
. No, Mr. Scriggins, yon can't go now, yon
havnt been sworn yet, and we don't let any one
go until they are sworn not to betray our se
crets." ; ' , -
." O, lil swear never to tell any living soul ss
long as I live," muttered poor Tim, " if yon'll
only just let me go home."
" But haven't gone through half the ceremony
yet," said my husband, " yoa haven't had a hole
bored through your tongue, you" 1
Oh, dear! oh, dear!" yelled Tim, in agony,
" don't tell any more, and III swear never to tell
a single thing I've seen, nor heard nor felt here
to-night; yon may hang me or drown me, or do
anything on earth you're a mind to me, if I do."
"And will yoa swear never again to ask us to
initiate you?"
" Yis, yis, I'll swear to anything, if yon will
let me go home now!"
My husband then got ont our great Bible
one of the men hid the ice when Tim tore the
bandage off his eyes and placing Tim's hand
upon it, ihey swore him, and then giving him
his clothes, let him dress himself and go home,
and he never asked to become Mason after
Well, and did be violate his oath 7" I asked
of Aunt Petigrew, as she finished her story.
" O, no; it was the best lesson he ever learned
in his life, for it learned him to keep one secret,
at least, for be never lisped his initiation to mor
tal being."
" I guess 'twould be a good plan to initiate
some of the men of this generation, wouldn't
" Yes, and women too," replied Aunt Peti
grew, as she folded tip her knitting work.
Baa tta'adt by tha ariaoow,
Laokt eat aa tha lea;
Ka avsoa baaawtb tofUy,
No brijbt tun then ba.
Black abore rlooa tha hearest.
Black beneath the wares flow.
Careen tare where lurid
Tba keaa lifblningi flow.
Howa mrret tba water,
Tha ibaarler peel deep;
Tha aid any-haired aerraat,
Low rooaaeth ia tleep.
O, alpn foil of trjoiolt!
O, airht wild aad area!
O, woe for tha watcher.
Betide the dark Mar
The roerniaf dawned brirhtly
Tha tempeat waa orer.
Bat back ta Rota Eayavaad,
Ka axiee eante her lover.
English Buccaneers of Elizabetli'i Time
Sir Walter Raleigh, the Fillibuster.
From a" book which we hare elsewhere no
ticed, entitled Lives of the British Historians,
(by Lawrence,) we extract the following very
fine descriptive passages. Thev occur in the
biography of Sir Walter Raleigh, the greatest
of Filibusters:
Elizabeth was the queen of a nation of bucca
neers. Her subjects were almost universally en
gaged in privateering. English seamen were
just beginning to display their native hardihood
and cupidity Their frail, ill-constructed barks,
so small that in the present age they would
scarce seem fit for river navigation, pierced the
most distant and dangerous seas in pursuit of
tnetr prey. They bad Just learned the weakness
aad wealth of Spanish commerce. They found
that any English pinnace of twenty tons was
more than a match for a Lisbon galleon of twelve
hundred tons. They taught the Spanish sailors
to dread the coming of their heretic foes as they
would s legion of demons. The English indeed
fought more like demons than men. They met,
without flinching, force aa. hundred times more
powerful than their own. A fleet of Spanish
carracks of immense alia lay around Greenville's
single ship, the Revenge, whole day. They
could neither board nor sink her, and would have
fled dismayed, shattered and filled with slaugh
ter from her terrible crew, bad not her last bar
rel of powder given out. Almost every English
captjm was a Greenville, and every ship a Re
venge. . They .rode the seas with a triumphant
a-trance that they were its masters. Even the
dangers of the waves were despised. Their iU
built barks were seldom tighL- They- leaked
badly ia the very harbor. They were so small
that the slightest swell of theses seemed suffi
cient to overwhelm them. The provisions were '
usually bad and insufficient None of those in
ventions which relieve the hardships of modern
sailors were known to the' Elizabethan naviga
tors. The science of navigation was vet to be
learned. ' The compass and the lead were their
only guides. Yet with such science and such
wels -they encountered the violent storms of
the Bay of Biscay, the dangers of the Atlantie,
and the icebergs of the Polar seas. ' In conse
quence many brave men perished; many like
Sir Humphrey Gilbert sank with ship and crew
la stormy nights and raginr seas.' , j
But the fato of the Iot did not check the seal
of the living. Rich prises were daily arriving
in English harbors, to stimulate svarice and ad-1
venture- JThe favorite speculation with all clas
ses was to embark their capital in privateering.
Euaabeth set the example to her people. Sel
dom aa expedition went forth ia which she bad
not togth or a fifth interest, aad few prizes re
turned put of which she did not exact something
mors thaa her shara. . i e-p0.,.i
Jaddede'lt vat generally allowed that ia these
matters aha often acted " bet Indifferent! v." She
seemed neither honest nor just when the r- -
der of great galleon of Andalusia came to bs
divided, sad the gold, the jewels, the spices, and
the gums were allotted to the happy advsntnrers.
',' The great nobles ant wealthy merchants were
as eager for Spanish plunder as the Queen. Few
of the courtiers of military renown but bid
sailed at the head of squadron or a fleet in
pursuit of the great galleons that annually
brought from America 1a Spain the wealth of
Mexico and Pern. The ocean glowed with gold
and silver, pearls and diamonds for these noble
aventurerSv - la it fney bxvnd inexhaustible
mines sf wealth, and dangers and triumphs suf
ficient to try their courage and satisfy their am
bition. ,- "
The ocean In those days was the pathway to
fame. Land service offered but little allurement
to the soldier. Elisabeth engaged in no great
military expeditions. Her wart in Holland or
in Ireland .were barren of laurels or of plunder.
She directed all the energies of her people to
naval expeditions. Her chief attention was given
to her nary. She perceived the true geaius of
her subjects for naval excellence. She resolved
to make England the ruler of the seas. Her no
bles shared her. seal. The Veres, the Howards,
the Earl of Cumberland, Esse,- Carew, and
Raleigh led her fleets with a success that first
inspired in the minds of Englishmen the eon
scioasness of their- troe destiny. Drake, Fro
bisher and Davis, of less elevated birth, of equal
valor and of higher skill, completed the design
of Elizabeth. She reigned over the ocean with
a teirible supremacy. She strewed its wares
with the wrecks of Spanrnh commerce and stain
ed its distant bays with Spanish blood.
First among the buccaneer nobles stood Ral
eigh. He Bad a vessel in almost every expedi
tion that sailed. When the Earl of Cumberland
went with a squadron to the South sess, Ral
eigh's fine pinnace, the Dorothy, accompanied
him. In 1568 he cnt out tw pinnaces, tho Ser
pent and tire Mary Sparke, at his own expense,
to cruise near the Azores. These puny cruisers
seem to have been hardly capable of crossing
the English Channel. The Serpent was of bu!
thirty-five tons burden, the Mary Sparke of fifty.
Yet they stood bravely out across the boisterous
Biscay, along the hostile coasts of Portugal,
careless of the dangers of the sea, and glowing
with the excitement of huntsmen in chase of a
certain prey. They drew near the Azores, where
the English were accustomed to lie in wait for
the heavy-sailing Spaniards, who knew no other
homeward route from the Indies. The little ves
sels now kept a keen watch. Their sport soon
began. They took first a'small bark laden with
sumach, on board of which was the Governor of
Su Michaels. Then when westward of the is
land of Xercera they descried another sail. It
seemed to promise a valuable prize. To conceal
their intentions they hoisted a white silk flag.
I he Spaniards, "unsuspicioas, came sailing to-
warus taeir loes, muUKing tnem lor apanisn ar
mada, on the look-out for English men-of-war.
"dui wnen we came witnin gun-snot," says
Evesham, the narrator of the voyage, "we took
down our white flag and spread abroad the cross
of St George, which when they saw it made
tbcm fly as fast as they might; but all their
baste was in vain, for our ships were swifter of
satl than they, which they fearing did presently
cast all their ordnance and small shot, with ma
ny letters and the drafts of the Straits of Ma
gellan, into the ses, and thereupon immediately
we took her; wherein also we took a gentleman
of Spain, named Pedro Sarmiento, Governor of
the Straits of Magellan, which said Pedro we
brought into England with as, and presented him
to our sovereign lady, the Queen." They took
three more prizes, and then attacked a fleet of
twenty four sail, two of which wore carracks of
a thousand and twelve hundred tons. Yet the
Serpent and the Mary Sparke, of under fifty
tons each, were not intimidated. They rushed
noon the enemy with nndoubting confidence. It
was tempting lure. The fleet was laden with
treasure, spices, and sugar. The adventurers
might make their fortunes at a blow. But the
great carracks interposed their huge bulk be.
tween the privateers and wealth. " We," con
tinues the narrator, " with two small pinnaces
did fight and kept company the space of thirty
two hours, continually fighting with them and
they with us." "But the powder of the adven
turers gave out and they were forced to sail to.
a ards England. They came to Portsmouth six
hours after their prizes, where they were recei
ved with triumphant joy," great ordaaace be
ing shot off In their honor, and the hearts of all
the people of 'he city'and the neighboring eons
try being filled with exultation. " We not spa
ring our ordnance (with what powder we had
left) to requite and answer them again." From
thence they brought the prizes to Southampton,
where Sir Walter, the owner, divided among
tMem their shares of the sugar, the elephant teeth,
the wax, hides and rice with which ihey bad
been laden. -
Aa Eorrea's Lin- An " out West " editor
thus moralizes on the routine of editorial da
ties. Nearly twenty years' constant experience
in the " ohair editorial " does not enable as to
deny the " soft impeachment," but the compar
isons have amused us somewhat -
The poorest blind horse, in the meet uncom
promising bark-miTJ, has his momenta of relaxa
tion. To him the soead of the tannery bell, an
nouncing noon, is s-tocsin of joy, and he looks
forward with grateful anticipation to his prandial
oats sad mill-feed. .The wearisome rooad is
stepped; the nnlubricated gudgeons quaver oat
a last squeak and cease their complaining; the
trace chain rattles over the animal's back, and
he attempts a youthful canter as he moves off a
happy old horse. With him there are no antic
ipatory woes; be works in e circle, but a certain
number of turns are sure to bring a respite. But
with the editor it is otherwise; his life is as Mr.
MantiTini feelingly remarks, ' one dem'd grind;'
his machine never stops. Hot weather, head
aches, sickness at borne, are no relief to his per
petual rootise, for the paper most eome out, and
" copy nuut be furnished." - .T- - ,
To know kumaa nature thoroughly, an inti
mate acq sain tance with ft follies meet be ee-
Domestic Happiness.
Ah! what so refreshing, so soothing, so satisfy,
ing, as the placid joys of home!
See the traveller does duty call him f jr a
season to leave his beloved circle? The Image
of his earthly happiness continues vivid ia his
remembrance; it qaickens his to diligence; it
makes him hail the hour which sees his purpose
accomplished, and his face turned towards home
it communes with him ss be journeys, and he
bears the promise which causes him to 'hope:
" Thou shalt know also that thf tabernacle shall
be in peace, and thou shalt visit the tabernacle
and not sin." O! the joyful re-union of a divi
ded family the pleasure of renewed Interview
sod conversation, after days of absence
Behold the man of science he drops ths la
borious and painful research, closes his volume,
smooths his wrinkled brow, leaves -bis study,
and unbending hinuetf, stoops to the capacities,
yields to the wishes, and mingles with the diver
sion of his children.
Take the man of trade what reconciles him
to the toil of business? What enables bin to
endure the fastidiousness and impertinence of I
customers? What rewards him - for so many
hours of tedious confinement? By and bye in
the season of intercourse, he will behold ths de
sire of his eyes, and the children of his love, for
whom he resigns his esse; and ia their welfare
and smiles hs wi'1 find his recompense.
Yonder comes the laborer he has borne the
burden and beat of the day; the descending sun
has released him from his toil, and hs is hasten
ing home to enjoy repose. Half way down the
lane, by the side of which stands his cottage,
his children run to meet him. . One he carries
and ons he leads. The companion of his hum
ble life is ready to furnish him with his plain re
past See his toil-worn countenance, assume an
air of cheerfulness! his hardships are forgotten
fatigue vanishes; he eats and is satisfied. The
evening fair, he walks with uncovered head
around his garden enters again, and retires to
rest! and the "rest of the laboring man
sweet, whether he eat little or much." Inhab
itants of this lowly dwelling who can be indif
ferent to thy comfort 1 Peats be to this house.
JiCX-o'-LarTta. Every man has his Jack
o'-lantern; in the dark night, in bright noonday
in the lonely wild, or in ths populous city-
each has bis Jack-o'-lantern. To this man Jack
comes in the likeness of a bottle of old Port,
ducing him from sobriety, and leaving him ia a
quagmire; to that man, he appears in the form
of a splendid phcton and s pair of grays driving
him into bankruptcy, and dropping him into the
open jaws of ruin. To one he presents himself
in the guise of a cigar, keeping him in a constant
cloud; to another he appears in no shape but an
old black-letter volume, over which he continues
to pore long after his wits are gone. Jack-o'-
lantern .is, to some people, a mouldy, hoarded
guinea and these he leads into the miser's
slough of despond; with others, when he pays
them a visit, he rolls himself np into the form
of a'dice-box and then he makes beggars of
them. Poetry ia one man's Jack-o'-lantcrn, and
a spinning-jenny is another's. Fossil bones, ba
ried fathoms deep in the earth, act Jack's part,
and lure away one class to explore and expound;
Cuyps and Claudes, In the same way, play the
same part with a second class, aad tempt them
to collect, at the sacrifice of every other inter
est or pursuit in life. Some men, and we know
several In our city, hare a Jack-o'-lantern in pol
l tics and only give up. their chase when they
find themselves in a beg of disappointment, or
be -splattered with abuse. But the worst of sD
Jack-o'-lanterns to follow is that. when a man is
elected by the people, that the people have no
claims on him, that be can defy them that they
cannot impeach him, and that be' can use bis
election certificate as a means to brow-beat those
who once were his friends, or with it accomplish
some selfish political end. This Is ths worst
Jack-o'-lantern of all. Bu. Rip.
As Urajour JuDicuar. It it recorded in Do
ver's Life of Frederick the Great, that when the
King of Prussia had -determined to build what
is called the New Palace of Sans Souci, part
of his plan was to connect the new building with
the old by s pleasure ground. A mill occupied
s part of the ground which he wished to include
in his new garden. He offered to bay it, and to
pay for it considerably inorv than the valne.
The miller refused to part, with it, and declared
that lie would never leave the mill, which bad
descended to hist from bis fore-fathers. -The
King himself,, in one of his walks, conversed
with the nuller upon the subjects Becoming at
length irritated with the man's obstinacy, be
said to him: " Yoa seem not to be aware that
I am the master, and that I can take by force
what yoa refuse to give an to me." - " O," i
plied the miller, " yoa cannot frighten ins in
this way. . We have judges at Berlin." Fred
erick was so pleased with the answer, that he
abandoned his plan, and formed his garden so as
not to interfere with the patrimony of the mil
ler. The condition of a people mast be happy,
when a poor miller, upon seeing the o pressor's
uplipted arm, can console himself with the re
flection that there are judges ia the laud.
StTsncioa. " Always to think the worst,"
srys Lord Bolingbroke, seeaning, always to la
pule tbe worst intentions, " I have ever tomi
to be the mark of a atean spirit and a base soul."
Aviraaa. In tbe day of affliction aa atheist
is like s blind btggtr forced to ask relief from
some one, tboagh be knows not of vhonv o
Daxsaxtwiss- The sight of a drunkard is a
better sersaoa against that vice than tbe moat
elaborate that was ever preached opoa it Se-
Qpmrrs Quarrels havs scars which can
not be so well do d to the sight bat they will
He opea to the meatorr. H id. ' Z . .
8opbistry is like a window curtain it pleases
ss aa oraaasent,' but its trae use is to keep oat
theBgbtv JUL ' v : . '
' Faith is tbe best elbow for a heavy seal to lean
The Poetry of Mary.
A poet has aid, " a tots by mother name.
with smell as tweet," tad its truth, I believe.
rests oneontradicted, as none have ventured, or
presumed to deny it And who, of tender sen
sibilities, I ask, that ban walked the path
flowers, midst perfume and beaaty, would asrert
for a moment, that the. sweet blendisg lines of
tba violet sad the lilly, by say other name, would
, appear less beautiful. I fancy none. But ah
ia it so with the name of Mary? No, for that
name, plain and simple at It is; bears to the pas
sion and romanoe af this tool of mine, a charm
of pure, undisguised, and doating inspiration
I have a passion for ths name of Mary," says
Byron, and his own words tell as of his absent
and fonakeg muse. " I cannot write, I aa un
easy," said he, when seated ones in bis studio,
and turning, beheld a pair of bright eyes peep
ing over his shoulder. They were Mary's. He
loved and worshipped the name, aad that love
fed his poetic spirit with immortal thoughts, and
it it believed, was the isolated and only associa
tion of womankicd that his world-wide sensual
nature regarded with a sinless love his affee
tion seas his profligacy. And Bums, ths sent!
mental, the beautiful, the divine Barns, bow
mach of his impassioned sublimity and inspired
song does he owe to the name of Mary his
bonny Highland Mary, he tells us in his High
land Lassie. Ye banks and braes o" booay
Doun, and his Mary in Heaven, deluged alike
with the enthusiasm and rapture of tbe poet aad
the lover.
I too, once knew Mary a lovely, fair blos
soming creature one whom I expected 'soon to
call mine own, and blessed were the quick pas
sing boors we spent, aad hallowed the green spots
we visited together, courting the sublime poetry
of nature, and telling our fondest thosghts. Oft
have we sat with arms entwined, and cheek to
cheek, in the still shade of some hidden haunt
of beauty, our communing souls basking In the
genial sunshine of lore, and painted with rosy
hope in tbe bright unspotted future tha home,
the happy cottage home we soon should dwell
!n, and call our own. But alas! as the poet too
truthfully sings,
Tkia world ia al a Isetiaf area;
Ta ana iUaaiao fires
The am ilea af Joy,
e Tba toatiafwoa,
DoeeitM toO, dacaicfal abaw.
Than aadriaf waa bat kaaiaa."
. . .
ansease rapta ana reavxtetese, cam upon
her; the pale shrivelling band of decay was stea
ling leaf by leaf the red rose from her cheeks.
and wasting ruthlessly her beauteous, heaven
moulded form. The dark hour of death drew
nigh.; an admonition her "last of earth,"
solemn, affectionate, tender, and full of awful
truth, fell like an angel whisper from her pare,
dissolved heart, finding its way heavily and
mournfully into mine own bosom. One kits more,
and ere its sweet scent had wasted from my lips.
tbe Ureat fa pint summoned Marv to ths eternal
world. " Free as the air she Bred, pure as ths
snow she died " The name of Mary has ss
cred green and Imperishable spot In this heart
of mine.
What Havt Yor raa Dome 7 No thine.
is tnat your reply 7 Have yoa no other answer
to make. Thea yoa are Hvinr to no dotoooo
You are a aseless incusobranoe to society. Yoa
are not only of no ase to yourself aad to others,
bat yoa are a detriment and a burden, Yoa pro
duce nothing and yet you consume; you eat, but
do not work; yoa are dothed, bat not by exer
tion of year own. If yoa neither labor with
your hands nor your head, year mind nor your
muscles, yon mast be either a pauper era rob
But are yon doing nothing? That is imDosai
ble. " If the devil finds a avan idle, be gener
ally sets him to work." .The proverb b verified
every day. : Look to tt ascertain who your em
ployer is. Yoa are doing some thin; that Is
unavoidabls; it it good or bam? Yoa may
stand idle at tha street corner joa amy lounge
in a saloon; yoa may bo listless sad indifferent
to your own welfare aad to the best interests of
those depending npoa yoa for support for coun
cil sod guidance; but still yoa art doing torn
tning. ir yoa are not advancing yoa are retro
gading; if yos ars not progressing forward and
upward, yoa are going dowa and backward.
Nothing in this world is stationary either Is m
tor or mind character or morals. What are
yoa doing?
Talkimo an RzADrira. Nothing i better
than conversation as corrective of self-suffl
dency. In educated conversation a man soon
finds his leveL He learns more truly than from
books in converse with living asea, to eatissste
bis sowers modestly sad justly. A book ia pas
sives it does not repel preteasionss.it does not
rebuke vanity. Indeed, reading sad studying
become in too many bat the asters of conceit
If some persons vshse theaaelvee oa ths books
they own, it is not surprising that others should
value themselves oa the books they read. As
knowledge grows on tba" taoaghtt in books, so
pedantry feeds oa their words, aad is proad, lean,
solitary. Ia conversation, a maa is sot long fat
discovering that be alone does aot know every
thing, sad that if as went to die, wisdom would
not perish with hiax 71 Ym nasals Fssers.
Psauss as 8AivTosb Th Old School
General Assrnsbly of the Preebytoriaa Church
have added fifty of Room's psalms to their col
lection, to facilitate s union with those Scottish
sets which stake tbe singing of Rasas a atstter
ef consciences bat the mnriiou It likely to be
ia Tain, as those who eonsoientioatly sing Roaae
cannot aoasalsnlioasly warship waa those who
ase any other veraooia whole aria part Nev
ertheless, ths 8cotcb Covsaaaters eharitabiv
hope that many good Christians who have never
praised God ia tbe quaint rendering of tbe
jbs by Rouse, may la soesw ankaown war
obtain salvatioa. getTs Lift Bhtatntti.
Tax Dsasv The somber of tha dead far ex-
eeedeth all that is alive- The night af Tims
far tnrpasseta the-day, and who faiows when was
the eqninoxT Brmnt. "
A few asoments of divioe tseetaess la secret
sssyer is aa sntidots to say sorrow or trouble. .
Tha Tarn Sables. : , . - ,
Camion thundering, balls pes Ting, pealing.
Sags waving, illdminatiotsit BQitary parades;
peasants, nobles and princes all crowding to
that big boose! What the mischief is all this
fust about? Some great victory perhaps; Hot
as sure ss your name is Johnny, it lsall about
aa hour old baby; bat for all that yon bad better
not speak of him, without taking off your bats
that baby la of toave consequence, I caa teQ
yoa, for all he lies there wheeling and sneezing,
winking sad bliakiag, tike aa astooiahed littie
Long oefoia he came to town, thcrs were bst
baby clothes made ap for him than ha could
wear, should hs stay a baby twenty years; and
all loaded dowa with fees and embroidery, aad
finished with silk and satins and ths people left
their workshops, sod ran to see them; as if they'
had not another minute to lira. Then there '
was half a dozen rooms, all prepared for bis ex
pected cry baby-ship; Tor yoa had batter not be
lieve that he was going to stay ia one room, like
any common baby; not heS thea all the gray
haired old men, and beautiful women beat over
his magnificent cradle, and declared him to bo
the most splendid baby that ever was born; and
it was as mach at bis nurse's life was worth to
stick a pin Into him, or wash bis littls flabby
nose the wrong way, or tie his frock ths tenth of
an inch too tight or too loose, or nurse him a
minute too long or too short, or allow aa Imper
tinent sunbeam 'make him sneeze wbea he didn't
want to. Oh, hs was s groat baby that! Evea
his playthings were gold crosses, and ribbons,
that kings have been knowa-to eat each other's
heads off, scrambling which should wear. Step
softly bend low before his cradle; royal blood
flushes that little face. He is ths Kuto or Ax-
Peep with me into yonder stable; the door ia '
sjsri there is nothing there to frigfateayoo. The
light glances through a chink lathe roof apea
the meek, submissivs cattle, who with bowed
heads, drowsily doss ths listless hours away. Is
there nothing else ia ths stable? Look again.
Yes, there, ia yonder corner, sits a fair yorag
mother. Her coarse mantle is wrapt around bsr
thriaking form aad bar small head fat .djooping, -partly
with weariness, sad partly with tender to
lidtuds for the new-born babe trpon her lap.
No rich wardrobe awaits the littls stranger;
clothed only la his own sweet IoveJinest,he slum- -bers
the quiet hou .--! s Af5aM,
stable glows a star, brighter thaaTTSi00.10 every
onus breast of earthly Priaeo or KhJi.
above that star is a city, " which hath no need
of the sun aorof the atooa to shine iaK,4br.
ths glory of God doth lighten it, and ue Lamb
is the light thereof;" and that It ths Heavenly
Home of .the lowly Babe of Bethlehem."
. FaarvFn.
" I'ij. Cau. Aaocits awb PaV." A rentlssun ,
handed this to as for publication. It hat a world
of every day troth ia it: " ;
What a world of woo la contained ta these
few words to the artixaa sad mechanic! IU
all round and pay," says one, to a void the troa
bU of going to his desk to get the necessary
funds, and the poor mechanic is oblii-ed to co
home, to disappoint his workmen and all who -depend
spon him for their due. It Is ta easy',
matter to work the only real glory in his Eis' -l
an independent idea of being able to sastaia -
yourselves by th labor of your wa hands, and it -.
may be easily imagined what crushing force there ' -is
ia - ni call around and pay,! to the labor-
Ing maa who depends npoa that pay for subsist
net. If these who could pay would only do It -at
once, it would place hundreds sad tbooaaada -in
a condition to do likewise and prevent muclv -misery
and distress."
Rxvotcnoaasr Amix90ts At ths meetis. -.
of ths If sw Jersey Historical Society, st Nswt
ark, lately, Gov. Price, ta response tea toaaU '
made a speech, in which be related the foEo.
ing anecdote: "C the dsy preceding Oia alga
oa which General Washington had aetersaUMd
to cross ths Delaware and attack tba British io -Trenton,
aa Engllshtasn la tbe neighborhood
dispatched his son with a note to General Rail,
to warn aim of tha amrosching danger. The '
General being deeply assort) ad ia a game ef chess
vhea the note was presented, without withdraw
fog his attention from the game, thoaghtlaasly ; - .
put the note ia his rest pocket After the hat,
tie ths next day, when Geaeral hUhl was broaght .
m twrtally wooded,tbntewufooxidam ;
la his pocket PtO. Giutu.". -.
Bratttttir It stated as a notable- tact'
that -anrld sll tbe glory, and grandeur sad sob-;
liatity of tbe Alps, tha soaring of ths saeuntaia
peak, tha voice of the water fail, and the maasr
muring of the streams, too swift onset ef the ..
avalanche, the sunset tinted snow, and ths deopv
pars bine of the glacier Sotzeriaad and tha-
Alps havs prod seed no great poet or painter 1. .
It is left for countries and localities eramsaratie- -
ly barren of natural beaaty and sublimity, ,
mgim, producing grand conceptions. .'
A Vrasntuoa Esscr. Two sxiaates m the.
extent that any on ahoald troopaas spoa aar. ed
itor's time during baaanea hoars, snless he has'
bsaiaess of inrportsace; then hs msy tak flvs, '
In Waar Docs Puascn Cowanr-Aa Aasr- -
lean paper, tanwoncing the opssOagefa aew
eeawury. says, " Mr.- had thasfsssart of
being the first Individual barted there!"
Comma Sassx, Tbarasra fortr men of wit.
for one maa of conanoa tenss; and ho who win ,
carry aothisg abost hhn bat gold most evarr
day be at a loss for small rhanga Psyt.
Sttott Waeoever we drink too deary
pleasure, we find a sediment at the bottom of,'
the cop which esBaittora the draught ws have -
ensiled with so atach avidity. ' . f
Tnenmbaaoao solid pteawaro i Bis, and '
thai is our daty. How miserabU. how aawttev ?
bow anparilosablo srs they, who aavke that oao-v
pain! - . : -
me . th. i . .
wvwar iimiaia taa aouiaas mwj gjwMr,
man at court, art always to keep Jrweewsteosaoa-r
sad sever te keep bis word rir. " '
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