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VOLUME XVI.
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MINI3TJ5RINO ANOhLS.
DT KM1LT R. CUCBrCK.
IThe ;»eni*al of the following beautiful |«*m ean
noi foil to quieten In every bosom, mi! remember- ,
t'liefn of «»a» departed dear one ; ami how eonsol
Inic »'• the »trleken heart would the rcliectlou t«.
that their frevl »|ilrit "till hover about u* for our 1
good while here. and "to guide u« to Uie »kjr** wbeu J
wo bid adieu to the revues of earth ]
Mother, ha* the dove that nestled
Lovingly upon thy breast,
Folded up it* little pinion.
And in darkness gone to rest!
Nay, the crave is <lark ami dreary.
But the lost one in not there ;
Hear'st thou not it* gentle whisper.
Floating on the ambient air?
It is near the?, gentle mother.
Near thee at the evening hour ;
Its Soft kiss is in the sephyr.
It looks up from etery flower;
Ami when night's dark shadows fleeing.
Low thou bendest thee in priyer,
And thy heart feels nearest heaven,
Then thy angel babe is there
Maiden, hast thy noble brother.
On whose manly form thine eye
LovM full oft in pride to linger.
On who«e heart thoucouldst rely.
Though all other hearts deceive thee.
All prove hollow, earth grew drear ;
Who* protection, ever o'er thee,
Ilid thee front the cold world's sneer,
Has he left thee here to struggle.
All unaided on thy way ?
Nay, he still can guide and guard the*.
Still thy faltering ste|>* can stray ;
Ptill when danger hovers o'er thee,
lie than danger u more near ;
When in grief thou'st none to pity,
He, the sainted, marks cach tear.
Lover, i» the light extinguished.
Of the geni that in thy heart
Hi<Men deeply, to thy being
All itii sunshine could impart?
Look above ! 'tis# burning brighter
Than the very Mar* in hea\«n ;
And to light thy dangerous pathway,
All its new foaud glory's given.
With the rons of earth commingling,
Th«»u the lov'd one niay'nt forget.
Bright eye* tU«hing, tre**» waving.
May have power to win thee yet;
Uut e'en then that guardian spirit
Oft will whis|«r in thine ear.
An I in ailenee, and at mi«lnight.
Thou wilt kuow she ho*er* near.
Orphan, thou immt sorely Mrickrn
Of the monrnors thronging e.irth.
Clou U half veil thy brightest sunshine,
S ilnoM mingles with thy birth.
Yet 4lTnough that gentle boaom.
Which hi« pillowed oft thy head,
Now is cold, thy mother's spirit
Cannot rest among the dead.
8til her watchful e)e is o'er thee,
Through the day, and utill at night,
Her's the ey« that guards thy slumber,
.Making thy young dreams so bright
0 ! the friends, the friends we've cherish'd
How we weep to nee them lie
All unthinking they're the angels
That will guide us to the sky !
Agricultural.
(Krom the Country lirnllrtiuiti ]
CULTIVATION OP CELERY.
T!h' principil difficulty in raiting large
and well bleach*! celery in tu get the plant*
early, and sufficiently stocky. Thin in Sent
accomplished by sowing them early in the
Spring. in a hot-bed, and when an inch high
transplanting them into a warm border where
they oaa remain till the trenches are ready
for them. Tliu will seem inoro lahor than
most people arv willing to liestow, but fre
quent transplanting i« the onlf *av to get
strong, healthy plants that will receive little
check when planted in Um trenches during
our hot June and July weather.
In making the trenches th« *,il «hould be
thrown out at lru*t two f«*ot deep, ami twelve
inches wide at the bottom ; the tir»t mi »ncb_
es being placed on one side, mo that it «•*,,
be used by covering the manure, (mod l«»i
compost, or "spit manure," as the Iximkm
gardeners say, from old hot-beds, or, what is
•till better, the liquid or solid dropping* from
a manure cellar well composted with thoro'
lf decomposed peat should be put at
tne bottom of the trench about six inches
thick, and covered with about six inches of
rich, light, surface soil. Let the plants be
well watered 24 hoars before transplanting,
and take them up with a ball of earth round
the roots, and they will receive little or no
check, (iood super-phosphate of lime, ei
ther in solution or mixed with the soil before
transplanting, has a very beneficial effect, in
giving Um celery an early start. Wo have
also used with pivot advantage Peruvian gu
ano, applied in a weak solution, say a tea
spoonful to two gallons of water. Celery is
u gross feeder, and revels in atnmoniacal ma
nures, and the well decomposed organic mat
tor or humus of dung, fcavw, pmit, Ac.—
The soil should be kept constantly stirred
till the plants have got a good start, aud it
is not well to be in too much hurrv to com
mence earthing up.
It is, indeed, a disputed point whether it
is best to earth up suverul times during the
season as the plants grow, or to do it at once,
when they have nearly done growing, late in
the fall. We have always adopted the for
mer practice, and have had good success;—
and, on this account, are inclined to recom
mend it. In earthing up, care should he ta
ken that the soil should not get between tho
stalks, and it is not well to press it too tight
ly round the plants at first.
In England celery is ullowed to remain in
the ground all winter ; but from tho greater
Vverity of our wiuters, it i» better, here at
t!i<> North at least, to take it up alter it has
done growing, ami stow it away In tho cel
lar.
Forwarding CrcvMiiut and other Vines.
Cucumbers may be forwarded suim? weeks,
simply by planting them in tho open soil,
placing around them, when up, four bricks
laid Hatwavs, and laying over them a pane
of glass. "The glow ma> be removal during
the day. and re-placed at night. The bricks
will iCtaiu a portion of the In at abeorUd
during the day time, and this acting in fa
vorable conjunction with the exclusion of
the night air, will tend powerfully to uccel
eiate the development, and pnxlueo a vigor
ous action of tho system throughout. >bl
lons, nquanhes, and other vines of a similar
description, may Ik? advanced by the same
v >ry simple umf economical |intcci«. Ilrokcn
glass from the shops, which will cost noth
ing, or ut most, a mere trifle, will answer for
this purpose as well us new. and willlut for
years. Watering frequently and copiouslv,
if the weather be dry, with soap suds, or di
luted urine, ns a stimulant, will bo found
singularly advantageous, iiypeuut and pul
verised charcoal should be frequently sprin
kled over the vinew as s.»on as they aro up.—
(j'ermanloicn Telegraph.
Agricultural Society's Mooting.
Tho annual mooting of tho York County
Agricultural Society was hold in Saco, on
Wednaday afternoon, 10th ultimo. Tho
meeting was unite fully attended, and tho
following gentlemen wero unanimously elect
ed officers of tho Society for tho ensuing
year:
President—Cornelius Swectsir, of Saco.
Vice Presidents—Oliver Dyer, of Saco :—
John Klden, of lluxton; Elndta Littlcficld,
of Lyman; Klijah Hayes, ot Berwick.
Corresponding and Recording Secretary—
John Uanscoui, of Saco.
Treasurer--lluacoo L. Bowers, of Saco.
Trustees—Mark I'rimo, of Saco ; Kdward
B. Kandall, of l-imington ; Charles Twain
bier, of Saco ; Charles 11. Milliken, of Bid-1
dclord; Horace Kimhnll, of Kennohunk.
Librarian—Alphotis A. Hanseom, of Saco. j
Voted,—That tho Trusters l>o authorized
to givo to tho town of Saco tho use ot u
{xirtion of tho lot loosed from tho town—
not conflicting with tho requirements of tho
Society—if tho town should wish to locato
a Town Pound on the same.
John Uaxscoh, Secretary.
glistfllantous.
THE PIQWACKET REBELLION".
(Krom "The Profcs»or*» Story." by Ouvra Wm
hull Holmes, In Ute Atlantic Moutliiy lor i'ob
rusry. IS#). J
The advent of Master Lingdon to Pig
waekei Centre created a much more lively
iiensatioii than h:ul attended tliat of either of
hi* predecessors. l/ooks p» a good ways all
the world over, and though theio were seve
ral good-looking people in tho place, and
Major llu*li wiu» wliat tho native* oi the town
called a "ban some uian," that is, big, fat
and ml. vet the sight of a really elegant
voting fellow, with tho natural air which
grows up with carefully bred young persons,
was a novelty.
When Mr. Bernard showed himself at
meeting, on the tlnd Sunday after his arrival,
it may bo supplied that a ginnl many eyes
were turned upon the voung schoolmaster.—
There was mmiething heroic in his coming
furword so readily to take a place which
called for a strong fund, and a prompt, steady
will to guide it. In fact, his |**ition was
that of a military chieftain on the eve of a
Kittle. Kverylwdy knew everything in Pig
wacket Ontre; and it was an understood
! thing that the voting rebels meant to put
! town tho new matter, if they could. It was
natunil that the two prettiest girls in the
tiling*', called in the local dialect, lis nearly
as our limited alphubet mill represent it, Af*
miny Cutterr and Arvilly Braowne, should
feel and express an interest in the good-look
ing stranger, and that, when their Mattering
comments were repeated in tho hearing of
their indigenous admirers, among whom were
some of the older "boys" of the school, it
idiould not add to the amiable disjtositiuns of
the turbulent youth.
Mondav cante, and the now schoolmaster
was in fii* chair at tho upper end of the
schitoUhousc, on the raised platform. The
rustics looked at his handsome face, thouglit
| ful, p«<aceful, pleasant, cheerful, but sharply
cut through round the lips, and proudly
lights! about the eyes. Tho ring-leader of
the mischief-maker*, the young butcher, who
has before figured in this narrative, looked at
him quite stealthily whenever he got a chance
to study him unobserved ; fur tlie truth was.
he felt uncomfortable whenever ho found the
large dark eyes fixed on his own little, sharp,
divp-set, gray ones. But he found tueuns to
studv them pretty well—first his face, then
bis neck and shoultien, tho set of his arms,
the narrowing at the loins, the make of his
legs, and the way be moved. In abort, he
examined him as ho would havo examined a
steer, to see how he would do, and how he
would cut up. If he could only have gone
to him and felt of his muscles, ho would
have hmt entirely satisfied. He waa not a
very wis*youth, but be did know well enough
that, though big arms and legs are very good
things, there i« mtaiething btwides fixe that
goes to make a man ; and he had hrard sto
ries of a fighting man, called "The Spider,"
from hia attenuated proportions, who was
yet a terrible hitter in th« t\nK% a„d bad
whipped many a big-litub*d follow in aud
! out of the roped arena. •
Nothing could lie smoother than the wav
| in which everything went on for the firs't
| day or two. The now master was so kind
and courteous, he seemed to take everything
; in such a natural, easy way, that there was
I no chanco to pick a quarrel with hiui. lie
in the meantime thought it best to watch
the young men for a day or two with us lit
tle show of authority as possible. It was ea
►v enough to see that ho would hare occa
sion for it before long.
The school-house was a grim, old, red,
one-story building, perched on a bare rock
at the top of a hill—partly because this was
a conspicuous site for tho* temple of learn
ing, and partly because land is cheap where
there is no chanco oven for ryo or buck
wheat, and the very sheep find nothing to
nibble. About tho little porch were carved
initials and dates, at various heights, from
the stature -jf nine to eighteen. Inside were
old uupainted desks—unpninted, but brown
ed with tho umber of human contact—and
hacked by innumerable jack-knives. It was
lung since tho walls had been whitewashed,
as might be conjectured by tho various traces
left upon them, wherever idle hands or
sleepy heads could rau-h them.
One morning, an insidious silence prevail
ed which looked as if some plot wero brew
^ ing. The boys wero ripe for mischief, but
' afraid. They had really no fault to find
with tho master, eice. t that ho dressed liko
a gentleman, which a certain class of fel
lows always consider a personal insult to
themselves. lint tho older ones were evi
dently plotting, and more than once the
warning a'h'tn! was heard, and a dirty lit
tie scrap of |Kij)er rolled into a wad shot
from one seat to another. Ono of these hap
pened to strike the stove-funnel, and lodged
on the master's desk, lie was cool enough
not to seem to notice it. llosecured it, how
ever, and found an opportunity to look at it,
without being observed by tho bojs. It re
quired no immrdtale notice.
He who should have enjoyed the privilcgo
of looking upon Mr. Bernard Langdon tho
nest morning, when hid toilet was about
hall-finished, would havo had a very pleasant
gratuitous exhibition. First, ho buckled
the strap of his trousers pretty tightly.—
Then he took up a pair of heavy dumb belt*,
ami swung them n lew minutes; then two
great41 Indian clubs." with which he enact*
cd all sorts of impossible-looking feats. His
limbs wero not very large, nor Ills shoulders
remarkably broad ; but if you knew us much
of the muscles us all persons who l»»ok at
statues and pictures with a critical cvo ought
to have learned, you would huvo said there
was a pretty show ofthem, beneath tho white
satiny skin of Mr. Bernard Langdon. And
ifyou had soon him, when he had laid down
tho Indian clubs, catch hold of u leather
strap that hung from tho beam of tho old
fashioned ceiling, and lift and lower himself
over and over again by his left hand alone,
you might have thought it a very simple und
easy thing to do, until you tried to do it
yourself. Mr. Bernard looked at hiinsclt
with tho eye of an expert. "lVsttv well!"
ho said ; not so much fallen off as I expect
ed." Then he sot up his bolster in a very
knowing sort of way, and delivered two or
tlireo blows straight*as ruleni and swift us
winks. " That will do," ho said. Then,
us if determined to make a certainty of bis
condition, he took a dynamometer from ono
of the drawers in hit old veneered bureau.—
First he squeezed it with his two hands.—
Then ho placed it on tho floor, and lifted,
steadily, strongly. Tho springs cracked and
creaked ; and tho index swept with a great
stride far up into tho high figures of tho
scale; it was a good lift. Ho was satisfied.
He then sat down on tho edge of his bed and
looked at his cleanly-shaped arms. "If I
strike ono of thoso boobies, I am afruid I
shall s|>oil him," ho said. Yet this young
man, when weighed with his class at tho
Collcgo, could narcly turn ono hundred nnd
forty-two pounds in tho scale—not n heavy
weight, surely; but somo of the middle
weights, as the present Knglish champion,
for instanco, seem to bo of a finer quality of
muscle than the bulkier fallows.
Tho master took his breakfast with a good
appetite that morning, but was perhaps ruth
er uiore quiet than anual. After breakfast,
he went up stairs und put on a light, loose
frock, instead of his usual drcss-coat, which
was a close fitting and rather stylish one.—
On his wav to school ho met Alminy Cut
terr who happened to bo walking in tlitf
other dirvction. "Good morning, Miss Cut
tcrr," he said, for sho and another young la
dv had been introduced to hiui on a former
occasion, in the usual phroso of polite socie
ty in presenting ladies to gentlemen—"Mr.
Iangilon, let me nuke y' acquainted with
Miss Braowno." So ho «aid, "Good morn
ing; to which sho replied, "Good morning,'
Mr. Langdon. Ilium's your health?" 'lhe
answer to this question ought naturally to
liavo been the end of tho talk ; but Aliuiny
Cuttcrr lingered and looked as if sho had
something more on her mind.
A young fellow dot* not require a great
exp nencc to mid a simplo country girl's
face us if it wero a sign-board. Alminy, was
a gi>od soul, with red checks and bright eyes
—kind hearted as sho could be, and it was
out of tho question for her to hide her
thoughts or feelings lilco a fino lady. Her
bright eyes were inoist and her red cheeks
fuller than their wont, as sho said, with her
ii« quivering—"0,Mr. Langdon, them boys
'II be the death of yo, if you don't take cure !"
"Why, what's the matter my dear?" said
Mr. Bernard. Don't think there was any
thing very odd in that "ray dear," at the
second interview with a village belle; some
of tlmso woman tamers call a girl "my dear"
at a live-minutes' acquaintance, and it sounds
all right, as they say it. But you had better
nut try it at a venture.
It Kiumled all right to Alminy as Mr.
Bernard said it. "I'll tell ye what's tho
muhterr," sho said in a frightened voice.—
"Ahbncr's ^oin' to car' his do^, 'n' he'll set
him on yo'x suro '« y' ri alive. T's the
same crctur' that half eat up Eben Squire'a
little Jo, a year com# nex' Faast-day.
Now this last statement was undoubtedly
over-colored ; as little Jo Squires was run
ning about the village—with an ugly scar on
his arm, it is true, where tho hcait had
caught him with his teeth on tho occasion of
tlx* child's taking liberties with him, as he
had been accustomed to do with a good-tern
ivred Newfoundland dog, who seemed to like
being pulled and hauled round by children.
After this tho creature was commonly mui
xled, and, as he was fod on raw moat chiefly,
was always ready for a fight, which ho was
occasionally indulged in when anything stout
enough to match him could be found, in any
of the neighboring village*.
Tiger, or more briefly, Tige, the property
of Abner Briggs, Jr., Belonged to a species
not distinctly named in scientific books, but
well known to our country folks under the
namo "Yallah dog." They do not use this
expression as they would say black dog or
white dog, but with almost as definite a
meaning as when they speak of a terrier or
a spaniel. A "yallah dog" is a largo canine
brute, of a dingy old flannel eolor, of no
furticolor breed except hit own, who bangs
round a tavern or a butcher's shop, or trots
nlongsido a team, looking u if ho wore diV
fjusted with the world, and the world with
liui. Our inland population, whilo they
tolerate him, speak of liiin vith contempt.—
Old -, of Meredith BrkJge, used to twit
tho mm for not shining on cloudy days,
swearing that, if ho hung up hia ' yalfuh
dog" ho would uiako a bettor «how of day
light. A country fellow, abusing a horso of
his neighbor's, vowed that "if ho had such
a ho«i, he'd swap him for a "yallah dog,"
and then shoot the dog."
Tigo was an ill-conditioned brute by na
ture, and art had not improved him any by
cropping his ears and tail, and investing hi in
with a snike collar, ilo boro on his jwn
pctson, also, various not ornamental scars,
marks of old buttle#; for Tigo had fight in
him, as was said before, and as mignt he
guessed by a certain bluntnm about tho
muzzle, with a projection about the lower
jaw, whieh looked us if there might bo a bull
dog stripe among tho nuuwroua, bar-sinister*
of his litiMuge.
It was hardly luir however, to leave Almi
ny Cutterr waiting while this piece of natu
ral history was telling. As she (poke of lit
tle Jo, who had been •halt eat up'hy Tigo,
she could not coutain her aympatbirs, and
began to cry.
"Why, my dear little soul," said Mr. Ber
nard, "whuturo you worried About? I used
to play with a bear when I was a boy; und
the bear used to hug me, and I used to kiss
him, so!"
It was too lud of Mr. Bernard, onlj the
second time ho had seen Almiry ; but her
kind feelings hud touched him, and that
seemed the most natural way of cxproiing
his gratitude. Alniiny looked round to see
ifunylxMly was near; she saw nobody, so,
of course, it would do no good to "holler."
11 1 * r.ii
through a eraek in u picked fence, not u
great way off tho road. Manyavenr he had
been "hangin' rooun,'" and never did ho
seo any encouraging look, or bear any "lie
have, naow!" or "Come, naow, a n't yo
'shamed?" or other forbidden - phrase of ac
quiescence, sueli us village ooiim unuerhiuiui
tut well as ever did the nvixijJi who lied to
the willows in thu eclogue wo oil remember.
No wonder ho wan furious, wh?n ho saw the
schoolmaster, who hud never set n the girl
until within n week, touching with his lips
thotto rosy cheeks which he hud never dura!
approach. But that was not nil; it was a
sudden impulse; and tlio master turned
away from thoyounggirl, laughing,and tell
ing her not to fret about liirn—he would
take care of himself.
So Master Lungdon walked cn toward hi*
school-house, not displeased, perhaps, with
his little adventure, nor immensely elated by
it; for ho was one of the natural class of the
sex-suhducrs, and had had many a smile
without asking, which had been denied to
the foeblo youth who try to win favor hy
pleading their passion in rhyme, und even to
the more formidable approaches of young of
ficers in volunteer coui|iunirs, considered by
many to bo quite irresistible to the fair who
havo onco Isdicld them from their windows
in the cpaulnttCR and plume* and anshrs uf
the "1'igwackot Inviocibli«,M or the "Hack
matack llangers."
Muster Latigdon took his seat and began
the exercises of his school. Thesmallcr boys
recited their lemons well enough, but some
of the larger ones were negligent and surly,
lie noticed ono or two of them looking to
ward the door, as if exjtecting somebody or
something in that direction. At half-|Hist
nine o'clock Ahncr Hriggi, Jr., who had not
yet shown himself, made his npj»earance.—
lie was followed by his ''yallah dog" with
out his inuzzle, who squatted down very
grimly near tho door and gave a wolfish look
rounu the room, ns if ho were considering
which was tho plumpest boy to begin with.
The young butcher, meanwhile, went to his
seat, looking somewhat flushed, except round
the lips, which were hardly as red as com
mon, and set pretty sharply.
'•Put out that dog, Aoner Briggs!" Tho
master spoko as the captain speaks to tho
helmsman, when mere nro roc km lonmiug m
the lips, right under hid lee.
Abner liriggs answered aa the liclmsmun
answers when he knows ho has a mutinous
crew around him that mean to run the ship
on thorecf, and is one of the mutineers him
self. "Put him aout y'ruelf, 'fyo a'nt
a feared on hiin!"
Tho muster stepped into tlio aisle. The
great cur showed his teeth, and the devilish
instinct* of his old wolf-unewtry looked out
of his ©yes, and flashed from his sharp tusks
and yawned in his wide mouth and deep red
gollal*
Tho movements of nnimals nro so much
quicker than those of human beings com
monly are, that they avoid hlows as cosily as
one ot us steps out of tho way of an ox-csirt.
1' must be u very stupid dog that lets him
self be run over by a fast driver in his gig:
ho can jump out of tho wheel's way after ttic
tiro has already touched him. So, while one
m lifting u stick to strike, or drawing hack
his foot to kick, tho beast makes his spring,
und tho blow or the kick coincs too lato.
It was not bo this tiuio. Tho master was
a fencer, and something of a boxer; ho hud
played ut single sticks, and wus used to
watching tin udversaiy's oye, and coming
down on him without any of those premoni
tory symptoms by which unpractised per
BOlin BIIOW lung UVIUIUiiuuk mm» luiotiiiui
they meditate.
'•Out with you!" ho mid fiercely,—and
explained what ho meant hy a Midden flash
of hia foot that clashcd tho yellow dog'a
wliitft teeth together, like tho spring of a
bear-trap. The cur know he had found hia
master at tho first word und glance, an low
animals on four leg*, or a smaller number al
ways do, and tho blow took hiui no much hy
surprise that it curlvd hitu up in an instant,
and ho went bundling out of the open school
house door, with u most pitiahlo yelp, and
Ilia stump of a tail shut down as close as his
owner over shut tho short, stubbed blade of
hia jaekknifo.
It was time for the other cur to find who
his mnstcr was.
"Follow your dog, Abner Briggs!" said
Master Langdou.
The stout butchcr youth lookod round,
but the rebels were all cowed, and sat still.
"I'll go when I'm ready," he said—•»,n I
gueaa 1 won't go aforo I'm ready."
"You'ro ready now," said Master Lang*
don, turning up his cufls so that tho little
boys noticed tho yellow gleam of a pair of
Kid sleeve-buttons, once worn by Colonel
rcy Wcntwortb, famous in the old French
war.
Abner Briggs, Junior, did not apparently
think he was ready, at any rate, for he rose
in hia place and stood with clenched fista, de
fiant, as tho master strode towards him.—
Tho master knew the fellow wai really
frightened, for all hia looks, and that be
must have no time to rally. So be caught
him suddenly by tbe collar, and, with one
great pull, bad aim out otct his desk tad on
the open floor. IIo gave him a sharp fling
backwurds, and stooulooking at hiui.
Tho rough and-tuinblo fighters all clinoh,
mi everybody knows; and Abner Briggs, Jr.
wus ono of4hat kind. Ho remembered how
ho floored Master Weeks, and he had juat
•'spunk" enough left in him to try to repeat
his former successful ezperimont on the new
master. He sprang at him open handed, to
clutch him. So the master had to strike
once, but very hard, and just in tho place to
tell. No doubt, the authority that doth
hedgo a schoolmaster added to the effrct of
tho olow; but tho blow was itself a neat one,
and did not require to be repeated.
"Now go homo," mid tho master; "and
don't lot me see you or your dog here again.'
And ho turned his cuffs down over tho gold
sleeve-buttons.
This finished tho great Pigwacket Centre
school rebellion. W hat could bo dene with
a master who was so pleasant as long m the
boys behaved deccntiy, and such a Urrihlo
fellow when he got 'riled,' aa they called it?
In n week's timo, everything was reduced to
order, and the achool-committeo woro de
lighted.
Cutting Robbio's Hair.
nv MARY X. RRTAM.
And so thin littlo household flower of oura
must he shorn of somo of its superfluous beau
tit*. Even ruses und geranium* must lw
pruned sometimes, und theso uncut, silken
rings, with tho guidon sunshine of three sum
mers, entangled in their meshes, must make
tliu acquaintance of scissors at hist. Grand
jwpa says so, and adds that if it is not done
shortly, the low plum boughs will mako
another Absalom of Robbie, sometime, when
tho bluo-eyod gandor is in hot pursuit.
Thcro is no denying that the curls need
trimming; they are too many and too thick,
and they mako tho littlo head droop uneasi
ly to one side, liko a half-blown moss roeo
bud under tho weight of its own moss, and
stragglo sometimes into tho mouth and eyes.
Yes ; they must be cut; but it seems such a
pity ! Little curls that we have twine I around
our fingers when all wet from tho morning
bath ; littlo curls that wo have played with
whilo singing tho evening lullaby; littlo
curls that our tears have fallen upon when
tho baby eyes were shut in sleep !—ah! only
mothers know how dear sucn curls are to
mothers' hearts.
Hero are tho scissors. Robbio must sit
very still, now, while his hair is being cut.
Why, sir, why do you smilo and look at mo
so liouminglv with your blue eye«? How do
you know tfiat I am not going to cutoff that
saucy head of yours with theso great, sharp,
cruel seizors? 0, holy faith of childhooo !
If wo could only trust our God, ns implicitly
ns luibes do in their mothers! •'Except as
hccoming as little children, vo shall not en
ter the kingdom of Heaven.
](o very still, now, whilo I comb out these
threads of shining floss. Tho mother is tho
first burl>er to her boy; no other fingers can
perform tho sweet oflico so gently; but when
fifteen or twenty years have flown, rougher
hands will comb and cut theso locks, all
hmnactl l»y aunaand wind*, and clustering
above the brow of manhood. Tho whito-ap
roned, clean-handed barber will then ar
ruuRu them in tho latest stylo of trimming ;
pomading, perfu no; my boy, you will
not bo a dandy ; by theso strong limbs and
the sturdy look in thoso eyes—no.
llut to think tho down of mnnhood will
gather on this cherry uprcr lip and on chin
und cheek, dimpled as though by tho touch
of an angel's finger. To think that this
round neck of ulalmster w ill be ehoaked up
with a man's neektic, and these lily-bud feet
will wear high-heeled boots, atyl Faugh!
I will not think of.it. I cannot realizo that
this fair baby of mine—but three summers
out of Paradise, can still smiling in hissleop,
remeinbeiing what an angel said there—
ahull over do no inoiaiDPr|>ii<mi-u.
And yot tho boy'a babyhood is rapidly
fleeting, and tho aevering of tlx no ringleta
aoeina like cutting tho golden thro id that
links htM infancy to hid childhood. 0, ltob
hio, I can call you°baby" hut littlo longer.
You hluc-cycd elft you are already rebelling
an being treated iia one. You nad rather
run, now,after your painted wagon, than lio
in your nwo-curtaincu crib, and hear .neaing
ol tho baby who«o cradle was tho troe-top,
and whoso nurae was the wind. You will
not woaryourcorala, bccause grandpapa aaya
they aro for babies, not for mm; you had
rather hunt lion#' not than play bo-poep ;
and when I hold out my arma to you, aa you
ataud in tho door-way twirling your hat, you
turn your brad on oncaido, like a half-tamed
bird u-pcroh on one's linger, while your dane
ing eyea aeera to my, "You'll aeo, "you'll aeo!
I'll soon tade flight!" Pretty soon you will
not bclievo in the wolf that talked to Red
Itiilinrr.llnod. and will lose faith in Santa
Claus7
1 cannot keep tho bud in its sheath ; I
cannot stay the little baric that slips so rap
idly down tho hurrying sticum of life. Soon,
the rill will broaden into u river, and tho
realm of rosea and sunny ikies be named.—
And tho gold of these ringlets shall be dim
med by time, and tho roses perchance drop
from 'these pretty cheeks, and sorrow and
sin, it may be, cloud tho clear, bluo houren
of these innocent eyes.
Thero! I am crying. IIow grandpapa
would laugh if ho cuught mo, and say it was
because I wanted the curl* to stay and uiako
a girl of his boy. Seo ! thero are tears glist
ening in these sunny clusters of hair, liko
dew among tho goluon-hlossomod jcssuinino
vines, and your eyes are looking to mo with
wide-oj»cned woncfer, and r»ur red lip begin
ning to quiver with ready sympathy. 0,
Ilohbio ! even if tho worst should couie, and
I should have to lay this bright head with
its locks of undiiumed lustra under a coffin
lid, and soo tho gross grow botwoen my darl
ing and the bosom ho onco slept upon, I
should still thank God for having crowned
my lift) with tbo holy blessing of mother
hood ; for it is such littlo arms m these ar
ound our necks, Robhio, that make us foel
strong to do, and to suffer; it is drawing
such littlo heads ss these closo, clou to our
breasts, and keeps tho hearts of some of us
mothers from breaking.
There! that is grandpapa's step upon the
stair—and the task is iust completed—the
little lamb is shorn. Look at this brighs
head of glistening silk, such as Persian loom
never wove into richest fabric. Hero is 'goldf
en fleece' for you, such as never the loverot
Madea sought. You did not know that such
a glistening wealth grew on your little head
--did you, blue-eyed baby?
No, you must not clutch it with tho* de
structive fingers. Go—grandpa is calling
you—let him see his little man ; but leave
tns these—the first curls cat from my baby's
head. I will put them away to remind me,
in other days, of his sweet, lost infancy.—
Southern Fit Id and Firtxtde.
jy The true sscrst of making borne hap
py is to have the heart in tho right plaoc;—
to have the charity to overlook foible*; to
learn to forgive and forget, am! never to he
too proud to uiake concessions—crer, « it
were intuitively, with the blind man'a in
stinct, detecting Urate toousand little thing*
that evince, in silence, a devotion and affec*
tion unspeakable. Tho wife dtould poesess
Snuino piety ; the useful attainment of life
ould bo blended with the lighter accom
plishment, and the attractive amenity of her
mannera ahould spring less from the polish
of intercourse than frotu the inborn sweet
ness of her disposition. She must be a wo
man true to herself, her nature and her des
tiny—one daring to break away from the
shivery of fashion and the allurements of
pleasure, and seek ber happiness in the path
of duty alone. She must be sensitive in her
piety—a woman wlf-possessed, having the
trunouil air of one conscious of her own
moral strength, and of tho existenoo of im
pulse and feeling too sacred to bo lightly dis
played to a world whioh has nothing in
common with them, and wbieh therefore, in
the ark of love at horns, giiab forth, like a
leaping fountain, in all their fullness and
glory.—Country GrntUvmn.
"MORE COPY."
The following articlo wo clip from tho hut
number of the Printer and rccoinmuicnd its
perusal to our readers. It gives a graphic
description of tho "hard up" condition into
which locnl editors arc sometimes placed,
and is at tho sumo timo nearly as well writ
ten us Poo's "Raven," tho stylo of which it
imitates. Tho sixth stanza, especially, ad
mirably delineates tho desperato exertions
sometimes mado by a locnl to hunt up some
thing interesting to his readers; and if any
ono cannot forgivo us when tho local column
is not filled with items, nfter reading this, J
we pity him or her who is so hard-hearted,
ltead :
Oneo in August, wet ana dreary, sai mis
writer, weak and wniry, pondering o'er a
memorandum hook of items uwd before, book
of scrawling liend notes, rather; items, tak
ing days to gather tliem in hot and sultry
weather, lining up much time and leather,
pondering wo these items o'er. »\Vbilowo
conn'd them, slowly rocking, (through our
mind queer ulcus floocking,) Came a quick
and nervous knocking—knocking at tho
sanctum door "Sure tliat must ho Jinks"
wo muttered—"Jinks," that's knocking nt
our door ; Jinks, tho everlasting Isire."
"Ah, well do wo remind us, in tho walls
that then confinod us, tho •exchanges' lay
behind us and before us, and around us, ail
scattered o'er tho floor. Thought we, "Jinks
wants to lK»rrow some newspaper* till to mor
row, and'twill Iw a relief from sorrow to get rid
of Jinks, theboro, by opening wide the door."
still this visitor kept knocking—knocking
louder than Iwforc.
And the scattered piles of paper* cut wtnc
rather curious capers, being lifted by tho
breezes coining through another door; and
wo wished (tho wish was evil, for one deemed
always civil) that Jinks was at tho d—I, to
stay thero evermore ; thereto find his lovel—
Jinks, thn nerve-unstringing bora !
Bracing up our patience firmer, then with
out another murmcr, "Mr. Jinks," said we,
"your pardon, your forgiveness. But the
fact is wo were muling of some curious pro
ceedings, and thus it was, unheeding your
loud knocking thero before—Here wo
opened wide the door.—Hut pliancy, now,
our pheelinks—for it wasn't Jinks, tho bore
—Jinks, nameless evermore !
Hut tho form thnt stood before ua, caused
a trembling to comno'er us, mem'ry quickly
bore us I nick again to days of yoro—days
when items wero in plenty, and where'er
this writer went ho pickcil up interesting
items by tho scoro.—,1'was tho form of our
"devil," in an attitude .uncivil ; and he
thurst his head within tho open door, "Tho
foreman's out of copy! sir—and say* he
want's soino moro !" Yes, like Alexander,
wanted more!
Now, this local had already walked alx)ut
till nearly dead—ho hud sauntered through
the city till his feet wero rery sore—walked
thmugli the street called Dauphin, and the
by-ways running off into tho portion of the
city both public and obacure ; had cxaminod
store and cellar, and had questioned every
feller whom he met, from door to door, if
unything wns stirring—any accident occur
ring. not published heretofore; and had met
with no succcm; he would rather kinder
Gens wo felt n little wicked ut tho ugly little
re, with his in<wag<) from the foreman that
ho wanted something mora.
••Now, it's tiino you wero departing, you
.«camp !" cried wo upstarting, "got you back
into the office—offieo where you wero before ;
or tho words that you hare'spoken, will get
your hones all broken," (and wo seiied a
cudgel oaken that was lying on the floor)
"tako your hands out of your pockcts, and
ltavo the sanctum door; tell tho foreman
thcTo'n no copy you ugly littlo boro."—
Quoth our devil, send him more.
And our devil, never sitting, still flitting,
still is flitting hoick and forth upon tho land
ing just outsido our sanctum uoor. Tears
adown his cheeks aro streaming—strange
light from his eyes islieatning—and his voico
is heard, still screaming. "Sir, tho foreman
wants some more !" And our soul pierced j
by that screaming, is awakened from it* I
dreaming, and has lost tho jwitccful feeling
hud hoforo ; for tho funny will come o'er us
that each reader face beforo us, bears the
horrid words—"we want a little more!"
Words, on their foreheads glaring, your fun
ny column needs/'a little more."
(Prom the Milwaukee New*]
The Ploauuro of Skating.
Right beneath one of our windows, from
morn till midnight, we see youngster* and
oldster* twisting their leg* into all conceivable
shape*, skating up and down_ the river, as
lurnry as lnmhs. We cannot pick up a paper
but an article on •skating' meets the eye
Everybody says it's fun, and that's all every
body knows about it, for wo've tried it. Last
nignt, about gas light time, after reading a
glowing description of life on skate*, we pre
pared for our first attempt, and sallied forth
to join the merry crowd. We had on a pair
of stoga boots, trowsers legs tucked inside,
a robert-tailed coat and white hat. We
went down on tho ice, and gave a boy two
shillings in good coin of therelm for tne use
of hi* implements. We have confidence,
even as great as Peter's faith. We, with
the aaistanoe of a ftriend, fixed on our skatm,
and stood erect as a barber* pole. Encour
aged by the sight of some yonng ladies on
the bridge, who were just then looking at
the skater*, we struck out. A slant to the
right with the right foot, a slant to tba left
with the led foot—and just then we saw
something on the lot, ami stooped over to
plekitup! On our feet again—two slant*
to the right and one to the left, aeooapanfcd
with a lo« of confidence. Another stride
with the right foot, and we sat down with
fearful rapidity, and very little of anj ele
gance! What a set down Uwaa, for we
mado a deot in the ice not unlike a Connecti
cut butter bowl!
Just then one of theladiee remarked, 'Oh,
look, Mary, that fellow with a white ha!
ain't got hie ekatee on in the right plaeeT'
Ditto, tbougbtwe. Juet then a ragged little
fellow sang out ae be glided paet ue, 'hallo,
old tumble legs ?' and we aroee and put
after him. Three tlidce to the right—two to
tho left—and away went our lege—one to the
out, the other weet, causing an immeoee
fissure in our pants, and another picture! of
butter-tray In the cold, oh, how cold'.—ice.
Then the lady—we know she was one by the
remark she made—again spoke and said,
'Oh, look, Mary, that chap with the white
hat has sat down on his handkerchief to keep
from taking oo)d!' We roeeabout as grace
fully aa a saw-bone, when Mary said, 'Guess
'taint a handkerchief, Jane,' and Mary was
right. Just then a friend came aloog, and
proffered us his ooat4ail asa 'steadier. We
accepted the continuation of hie garment,
and up the river we went about ten rods,
when a shy to tho right by the leader, caused
us, the whoel-horse.to scoot off on a tangent,
howls up! But the ice is arery cold this
season!
Wo tried it anin. A glide one war—ft.
glide and a half another war, when a whack
came with our bump of philoprogenitireness
on the ice, and we saw a million of stars
diincing around like ballet girls at the
Bowery Theatre. How the shock went
through our system, and up and down our
spinal column. Lightning couldn't hare
corkscrewed it down a ground sapling with
greater speed or more exhilarating effect.
Boarding-housu butter nor warrnntr deed
could hare struck stronger than we did—and
u dozen ladies looking at us—and our fis*
aured ranta!
'lfnllo, old cock!' aang oat that ragged
imp again, and we there helpleaa ' soon we
got up and mado another trial, with better
bucccm. Pcrhapa wo had akated in our
)>cculiur atyle fifteen feet when a blundering
chnp came up behind, and we aat down with
our tired head pillowed in hia lap—and ha
swearing at ua, when it waa liia fault ? llow
cold the ice waa there, too. Every apot
where we made our debut on the ico,—oh,
how cold it waa! Our bearskin drawera
were no protection at all. Wo tried again,
for the papers all Bay it'a fun, and down
came our Komau-Grecian noae on tho cold
julep material,and the little dropa of crimson
ran down our ahirt boaom and on the cold
ice.
Onco morn we tried akating—made for the
ehore—eat down and counted damage*. Two
■hillings in caah thrown away. Seven lateral
and one frontcral humpou the ice. One im>
menae fiaaure in aa handaume a pair of ten
dollar caaaimerrti aa a man ever put hia leg*
in. One rupture in the knee, extending to
the bone. Four buttona from our veal, a
'fragmented' watch cryatul, and a harkache,
big enough to divide among the children of
larael.
H you catch ua on theamooth, glaaay,chill
ing, freezing, treacheroua, deceitful, aiippery
and alipuppery ice again, you'll know it!
U any one over lirnre o! our akating again,
they will plcaao draw on un at aight, fur the
bivalvra and accompanying doauuiciit. It'a
a head-humping, bank-aching, leg-wraning
institution, and wo warn people againat
akating. Wo tried it, and ahan't be able to
walk for a month. Skating clube are hum
hugs, and all the raacully youngster* wiali to
got the ludira at it, that they may aee—if
they don't »y, 4tho ice w dreadfully cold.'—
It'a nothing to ua, but the ludira would do
woll to let the akatra alone, unlrae they aro
youngur and more elaatic than wenre. Oh !
now cold the ico in—wo can feel it yet ?
Farmers and thoir Wires.
Said a young person to ft lady who Mi
holding her child, "Now what good will »I1
your education do you? You hftra spent so
much timo in study, graduated with high
honors, learned music and (minting, and now
only married a farmer. Why uo jou not
toach school, or do something to henofit oth
ers with your talents, or if you choto to mar
ry, why not take a teacher, a clergyman, or
soma professional man? But as it if, you
did nut need so much learning for ft rural
life."
The lady replied, "You do not look very
far into the future. Do you see this boy on
inv lap? 1 need all the study, all tho disci
pline, both of mind and body, that I could
Set in order that I may truin him aright.—
'ou so»< I have the first imprissions to make
on tho fair blank of his pure heart, and un
less my mind was first cultivated, my own
heart first purified, how could I well perform
tho task now placed before me? And, be
sides, do you not suppose that farmers hare
hearts like other men, tastes just an pure,
because they guide tho plow and till the soil
fur their support? Do you not suppose their
minds aro just as capabfe of cultivation and
expansion as other men ? Havo tlioy no Ioto
of the beautiful in their nature, of art?—
Cannot good paintings bo just as much ad
mired on the walls as others, or does the ero
ning hour norcr pass as nleaaantly with them
when they gather around the piano after ft
day's labor ia finished? An, my young
friend, you have made a sad mistake in your
reckoning.
Of all the occupations give mo that of a
fanner. It U the most beautiful; hi* Ufa ie
frco from earn, his sleep sweeter, hi* treasure*
safer. A fanner neetf not ba a slave to any,
for ho has nunc to please but himself. Not
no with almost anjr tradesman, mechanic or
professional man. They hare mors to do
with the world at largo, and hare all manner
of persona to deal witn, so they hare Med of
tho patience of Job to lire. Tbey are well
awaro that they must not free!y speak their
minds at all times; that if they do they will
luso their custom; for ther depend upon tha
people for a JiTiog. therefore they are tha
serrantaof all. Then what can oe desired
more—what la more peaceful, prosperous,
honest, healthful, than a farmer's Ufa7—
Etchangt.
A Little Sled.—As the dayi pass by bow
often is U that little things seein to remind
us of the loved and the loet! A racant
chair; a pair of little shoes; a single stock
ing, or child's plaything, bare stoma all of
them, and make the heart grow aoft with
sorrow. A mother, whose little boy k dead,
says: "Oat of doors the children are being
happy with their sleds, and how tbey rqjoioe
that winter is here! In the woodabed bann
my boy'e sled; thoagh be wiU not Deed it
any mora. I thought, ae I looked at It, bow
be was wishing lor the enow; and now It la
come be I* gone." Sacred ia that little sled
now. Krery time she looks at it the author
thinks of her boy. It ie%e reminder of the
little one that died, bought ap by a string,
lust ae he left It something left behind to
keep hie memory grew.