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For The Cecil Whig,
Not lo Nina I will not mock with hackney'd phraio Of love, so pure n heart as thine, Nor bid false acntimenl to blaio Along the polish'd lino. For not in smiles, or coniteous words, The heart its love sineefeal shows, —* Concealed henest*. the breast that girds Its home, Affection glows. Then rloser to my bosom steal And lot my heart its story tcll( Its throbbings only can reveal The Love it feels so well. C. C. Correspondence of The Cecil Whig. NO. V ] MOTES FROM THE Talley of the Connecticut. The Asylum for the Deaf and Dumb, is the next institution of interest in Hart ford, to those who are fond of contem plating the success o( Christian benevo lence in its efforts to alleviate the suffer ings of the unfortunate, and to supply the defects which a wise Providence has seen fit to entail upon a portion of our race, doubtless that others might appre ciate more fully the perfect enjoyment o( all their faculties. The asylum is hand somely situated within the city and has ample accomodations for its unfortunate inmates, both within and without. The number of Its pupils is about 140, gath ered from various sections of the Union They appear happy and contented, and as they chat away, speaking with the hand, and hearing with the eye, one can not but admire the inventive genius of man, which prompted by true benevo fence, has found means to overcome ob stacles in nature which once seemed in surmountable. They are taught all the branches of common English education, and many make quite high attainments in soil-litifile jmrsuils, thus fitting them for happiness within themselves, and use fulmss to others. I know of nothing that gives a more exalted idea of the expansive benevo fence of Christianity, than an inspection of the various asylums it has erected for alleviating the misfortunes or healing the diseases of the poor and unfortunate. Here we see the true spirit of that uni versal charity which regards every man as a brother, the more entitled to our sympathy and assistance in proportion as he is lees able to assist himself. Well did a distinguished Atheist say, that if Christianity is false, yet does it deserve noble credit (dr its benevolence and kind ness to the poor and diseased. He should have known (bat no corrupt tree could bear sucb fair and beautiful fruit. No traveller would visit Hartford with out paving a visit to the “Charter Oak,” hallowed in the history of American lib erty as the ark in which its charter was preserved. The old veteran crowned with the honors ol unknown centuries, still flourishes in green old age, like some honored old man, who having faithfully served his day and generation, lives lo enjoy the fruits o( his labors and the blessings of a grateful posterity. Many a rude tempest lias passed over the old oak, and many- a sturdy branch been ruthless severed from lum; but be is still strong and green, and promises to wave his branches over the grave of all - the busy thousands who throng (he city a round him The oak stands on the pri vate grounds of the Hon. Isaac W. Stew art, but free access is allowed to it. by the kind and gentlemanly proprietor. The identical charter which was con cealed in its roots is still preserved in the State House, and is shown to curious travellers as a sacred relic. Hartford, though smaller than New Haven in population, is a place of much greater trade and wealth’ Situated near the centre o( the State, it is the depot for a large tract of fertile country, and the receiving and disbursing agent of the -thousands of manufactories of every kind that skirt the banks of every mountain srteam in Connecticut. A large amount of Banking and Insurance capital is con centrated here, and their agencies are scattered through most of the large ci ties of the Union. Its wealthland intel ligence give to the city a powerful influ ence in the State, and make it one of the most prominent cities of New England. But we have detained you long enough in Hartford We now cross the river on the old bridge and set our fool for the first time on the western bank of the Connecticut. And here we may speak of the soil around Hartford. On each side of the river, running back for a con siderable distance, is a level tract of land of great fertility, producing abundant crops of corn and grass; the latter how ever, is the staple production. As you recede from the river, the soil becomes poor and barren in proportion to the hilliness of the country, until it scarcely yields a meagre subsistence lo those whose only occupation is to till it. Im mediately across the river from Hartford, is the village of East Hartford, beauti fully embosomed in waving elms, and luxuriant shrubbery, with many elegant residences on its magnificently wide street. From East Hartford we turn Northward on the road toward Spring field, and while the “Iron Horse,” in plain view on the opposite side of the river, is snorting with eager impatience to be off on his iron course, promising to perform the journey in two hours, we, with our trusty staff prepare to measure the same distance at a more moderate pace. The road from Hartford to Spring field, on the East side of the river, is about thirty miles in length, and is level, but sandy, passing through several pleas ant villages, and fields of waving grain. The first village on the road is East Wind sor, a town as old as Hartford; but in the march of improvement it has taken a Rip Van Winkle sleep, while its busy THE CECIL WIIG. VOL. VIII.—No. 1 neighbor has been up and doing, The road for nearly six miles is planted with almost continuous rows of Elms, planted a century ago, by men who although they could never expect themselves to enjoy their shade, yet had regard lo their chil dren’s children. Sheltered by these from the burning sun, I could not but bless the memory of the good old Pilgrims who have left, in their churchea and colleges, in their schools and laws, and even in the trees wherewith they have shaded every village and road, an enduring proof that they lived not for themselves alone, but mindful ol posterity wished to leave to them a better and more endu ring heirloom than the pelf with which their descendants are so eagerly striving to curse their own offspring. Between Hartford and East Windsor, and indeed for miles beyond, the traveller from a sunnier clime is surprised lo see immense quantities o( Tobacco, growing with a luxuriance that even Virginia might en vy. Indeed tobacco seems to be the sta ple of the town of East Windsor, as on ions are of VVeathersfield, and it yields a handsomer return than any other crop. The lots ranging in size from halt an aifc to five acres or more, are kept as clean as a garden, not a weed is suffered to make its appear ance and not a worm allowed to mar the broad leaves. The ground on which it is planted, is opened hy a double furrow, the trench is then filled with strong sta ble manure, a furrow thrown up on each side by the plough, and the tobacco plants, transferred from the lot bed to the lop of the ridge. With this treatment the la id will yield as large crops as any of the Tobacco plantations of the South. From a measured lot of one acre and a hall, 1 was assured that 3,200 lbs bad been raised on the previous year, which commanded 8 cents per lb. for wrapper; while the owner is anticipating a still larger yield this year. lam not familiar with the amount of tobacco raised on an acre in Maryland, but it strikes me a ton would not be considered a small crop on our best Potomac Plantations. A charge is often made against the “Yankees” that they are inquisitive, and the charge is not far from being true- But if they are prone lo nsh questions, they are also ready to answer them. And nothing adds so much to the pleasure of a pedestrian tour through New England as the ready and intelligent answer the traveller gets to his questions about their agriculture and manufactures. Much valuable information did I gain, leaning on the fence, talking to the sunburnt sons ol the soil about their crops and mode of cultivation; and I verily believe I acted the Yankee well enough to ask question for question, and always got answer for answer. While I was somewhat sur prised at the ignorance often displayed with regard to the South, and especially with regard to its “peculiar institution,” I was not less sui prised at the ready in telligence manifested in any thing per taining to their trades and occupations. Indeed other than false notions about slavery could hardly be looked for, where so much pains nave been taken by rabid Abolitionists to excite prejudice by statements wholly untrue. Often have I been asked if it were true that the slaveholder personally cast three voles for every five slaves he owned, and almost as often has the reply that the pauper in our Almshouse casts as many votes as the wealthiest Planter, been met with a.smile of incredulity, or, perhaps, of pity for my ignorance. But we in the SouthJmust plead guilty to a charge ol ignorance almost as gross, when we alledge that Connecticut is a land of ab olitionists. A deep abhorrence ofslavery there is, no doubt, but there is an abhor rence quite as deep pervading the great mass of the community, of the mad schemes, and fanatical violence of those who are here termed Abolitionists, Lib erty men, &c. Indeed these latter are few and uninfluenlial, compared with the whole, and if they do make the most noise, it is like the barking curs that fol low in the track of the fox hunt, claim ing by the loudness of their yelp the credit that could never he attached lo (hem for any more valuable quality. The general sentiment seems to be that slave ry is indeed an evil, but that it is an evil which the South must remove for herself, and to this sentimentH presume every man who really loves the South, will heartily say amen. At East Windsor is a Theological Sem inary of the Congregational Church, un der the direction of Dr. Tyler, sustained by those who cling to the “Old School.” The Seminary is very prettily situated on a hill, overlooking the whole valley ofthe river, with a fine view of Wind sor on the West bank, and of many beau tiful farms and meadows. Passing through Windsor, we enter a tract of sandy land of little fertility, diversified with an oasis here and there of meadow land, or corn or tobacco. The road is naked and hot, and the rays of the sun beat down with a fury that destroys all manner of romance. Enfield is the next town above, containing several very large Factories, into whiqh, however, I did not enter. But it is now high noon and you must ELKTON MD.. SATURDAY MORNING JULY 29 1848 •xcusc us if we take a siesta under yon spreading Elm, piomising you the rest of our journey to Springfield in dur next. Yours, M. Enfield, July 24th, 1848. The Broken Hearted. BY GEORGE D. PRENTICE. I have seen the infant sinking down, like a stricken flower to the grave—.the strung man fiercely his soul out on the field of battle—the miserable convict stand ing upon the gallows, with a deep curse quivering on ids lips—l have viewed death in all its forms of darkness and vengeance with a tearless eye, but 1 never could Jook on woman, young and lovely woman, fad ing away from earth in beautiful and un complaining melancholy, without feelinc the very fountains of life turned lo leais and dust. Death is always terrible, but when a form of angel beauty is passing off to the si lent lan.l of the sleepers, the heart feels that something lovely in the universe is ceasing from existance, and broods with a sense of utter desolation over the lovely thoughts that come up, like spectres from the grave, to haunt our midnight musing*. Two years ago I look up my residence for a few weeks in a country village in the east ern part of New England. Soon after my arrival I became acquainted with a lovely girl, apparently about seventeen years of age. She had lost the idol of her heart's purest love and the shadows of deep and ho ly memories weie resting like the wing of death upon her brow. 1 first met her in the presence of the mirthful. She was indeed a creature to be worshipped—her brow was garlanded With the young year’s sweetest flowers—her yellow locks were hanging beautifully and low upon her jbosora—and she moved through the crowd with such a floating and unearthly grace, that (ho be wildered gazer almost looked to see her fade in the air, tike the crea'ion of some pleasant dream. She seemed cheerful and even gay; yet I saw that her gaiety was but the mockery of her feelings. She smiled, but there was something in her smile which told that its mournful beauty was but the bright reflection of a tear—and her eye lids, at limes closed heavily down, as if struggling lo repress the tide of agony that was burst ing from her heart's secret urn. She looked as ifsbe could have left the scone of festivity and gone out beneath the quiet stars, and laid her forehead down upon the fresh green earth, and poured out hor stricken soul, gush after gusli, till it mingled with the eternal fountain of life and purity. Days and weeks passed on, and this sweet girl gave me hor confidence and I became lo her as a brother. She was wasting away by disease. The smile upon her lip was fainter, the puiple veins upon her check grew visible, and the cadence of her voice became daily more weak and tremulous. On a quiet evening in thedopth of Juno, I wan dered out a little distance in the open air. It was then she told mo the tale of her pas sion. and of the-blight that had come down like mildew on her life. Love had been a portion of her existence. Its tendrils bad been twined around her heart in her earliest years; and when they were rent a way, they, left a wound which llowed till dll the springs of her soul were blood. “I am passing away', said she, and it should bo so. The winds have gone over my life, and the bright buds of hone, and the sweet blossoms of passion are scattered around, and lie withering in Ihe-dust, or rot ting away upon the chill waters of memory And yet I cannot go down among the tombs without a tear. It is hard lo take leave of the friends who love me, it is hard lo bid farewell to those dear scenes, which from day lo day have sought the color of tny life, and sympathized with its joys and sorrows. That little grove where I have so often stray ed with my buried love, and where at limes even now, the sweet tones of his voice come stealing around me till the whole air becomes one intense and mournful melody, that pensive we used lo Watch in i s earliest rising, and on which my fancy can still picture his form, looking down upon me, beckoning me to his own bright home—every flower, tree and rivulet, on which the memory of our early love has set an undying seal, have become dear to me, and 1 cannot without a sigh, close my eyes upon them forever.” I have lately heard that this beautiful girl of whom 1 have spoken, is dead. The close of her life was as calm as the falling of a quiet stream, gentle as the sinking of the breeze dial lingers lor a time around the bed of withoied roses, and thou dies, as it wero, “from very sweetness.” It cannot he that earth is man’s abiding place. It cannot bo that our life is a bub. ble cast up by the Ocean of Eternity, lo float a moment upon its waves, and sink into darkness and nothingness. Else why is -it that the high and glorious aspirations, which leap like angels from the temple of ortr hearts, are forever wandering abroad unsatis fied? Why is it that the rainbow and the cloud come over us with a beauty that is not of earth, and then pass off, and leave us to muse upon their faded loveliness? Why is it that the stars, which “hold thoir festivals around the midnight throne,” are set above the grasp of our limited faculties, for ever mocking us with their Unapproach able glory. And finally, why is that bright forms ol human beauty are presented to onr view and then taken from us—leaving the thousand streams of their affection to flow back in an Alpine torrent upon our hearts We are born for a higher destiny than that of earth.—There is a realm where the rain bow never fades, where the stars will be spread ont before us Ike the Islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beau tiful beings which here pass before us like visions will slay in our presence forever.— Bright creature’of my dreams—in that realm I shall see again. Even now the lost image is sometimes with mo. In the mysterious silence of midnight when the streams are glowing in the light of many stars that im age comes floating upon the beam that lin gers around my pillow, and stands before me in the pale dim loveliness, till its own spir it sinks like a spirit from Heaven upon my thoughts, and the grief of years is turned lo dreams of blessedness. Iflr- Cass-I?Ir. Wise. The locofocos are rejoicing because Mr. Wise of Virginia is out in favor of Gen.- Gass. They will please be good enough lo cast their eyes back to the following facts, and opinions of that gen. tleman in regard to their candidate. In 1837, such was the violence of Mr. Wise’s opposition to Gen. Jackson and his party, that he moved the ap point mens of a special committee to investi gate the alleged abuses and corruptions of the Executive Department. By re feezing to the 3d volume ol Reports of Committees, page 15, 2d session, 24th Congress, it will be found that this com mittee met, according to adjournment, on the morning of the 27th Januarv, 1837. Mr. Wise submitted the following as the form of the oath to be administered to the witnesses, which was adopted u nanimously. You do solemnly swear that the evidence you shall give lot.ch ing the subjects of investigation of this committee, shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing hut the truth, so help you God. Mr. Wise was then presented to the Commit tee as a witness, anl the Document says, took the oath by reading the wards and kissing the book. Upon being interrogated, bo replied as fellows concerning Gen. Cass; “I believe that Lewis Cass, Secretary of War was engaged in speculating in the public lands whilst Secretary of War that he made exorbitant allowances to favorites; another, after he hnu full know ledge that the favorite bud forged his of - signature; permitted commissions under him to be antedated, and has or dered a Treasury warrant lo be paid lo the assignee of a disbursing officer, who had gambled it away, after it had been protested by a deposit bank and was countermanded by the Secretary of the Treasury; and lo have been guilty of sev eral other acts of violation ol duty.” These were the charges preferred a gainst the locofoco candidate by Mr. Wire in 1837, under the solemn injunc tions of an oath framed hy himself. He has never recanted them since then. The party in Virginia and clsewhese, has reason to lie proud of the co-operation of Mr. Wisp, and I commend lo the Richmond Fjnquircr and to its satellites, this scrap of history for their edification. It will snve to embellish his present ef forts, and to cement their bonds of affec tion. An Aft Illustration. — The editor ofthe Havervill (Mass.) Gazette, in a dignified reply to an insult.ng communi cation, abusing him (or supporting Gen. Taylor, forcibly illustrates the position ofthe “disaffected Whigs” by a striking simile.—He says; “Our writings against the nomination of Taylor are quoted with all imaginable absurdity, as if they pledged us to op pose his election after the question is re duced to him or Cass. We are accused of dishonesty, and asked why we do not go to ‘picking pockets for a living, if we cannot afford to be a man?” We can af ford to be a man, but ml lo be an idiot, and feel that we can no more be justly be charged with dishonesty or incon sistency than the man who should refuse to take passage across the ocean in a packet ship because he had objected for some reason to that particular ship be ing put upon the line According to these wise casuists, he should throw him self into a mud-scow, without the slight est regard to its capacity of ever reach ing the destined shore, and do all in his power, by torpedoes, fire-balls and false lights, to wreck the ship to which he has objected.” Gov. Morj:head,s Letters to Gen- Tay lor. Wo learn from ihe Union that in flio package oflellers sent lo Ihe dead leifer office from Baton Rouge, no less than forty eight loiters have been found, addressed lo Gen. Taylor, marked by the postmasler re fused letters; the postage on which is s7’3o, Among them are letters addressed Ij him from Philadelphia, post-marked the 7tb, Bth, 9lh and 10th of June. The hand wri ting of Ihe address of Iwo of them, has been shown lo some of the North Carolina mom bers who unhesitatingly pronounced it lo be Gov, Morekead’s. WHOLE No 365 GEN. CASS CATECHISED.— The Questions and Replies. —The Louisville Jour nal has brought General Cass to the futm and taken him through the political cate chism. Here are the questions and here the replies. It must be admitted that the result makes Gen - Cass’s principles, “as clear as mud,” whilst it leaves no doubt that he is in favor of all things and against all things “all things to all men:” “Are you in favor of protection, Gener al?” “If you are a Northern man, I refer you to my letter to the Indiana convention in 1813, but, if you are a Southern man, you will find my opinions embodied in my re cent voles and speeches in the Senate.” “Are youjlor oragainst the Wilraot Pro viso, General?” “If you are a Northern man, I refer you to the edition of my life just published in the. Globe office for the North: but, if you area Southern man, you will find some very good reading in the edition of my life published in the same office for the South. “Do you approve or disapprove the an nexation of Texas; General?” “If you are an anti-annexation mar., I re fer you to the Detroit Advertiser for proof that I opposed the project most warmly; but if you are an annexation man, you will find my v : ews, very satisfactorily set forth in my voles and speeches in favor of the meas ure.” “Are you for or against the dynasty of Louis Philiippe, General!'’ “If you are a Louis Philiippe man, you will bo so good as to read my bonk on the French King and court, but, if you are an anti-Louis Pltillpe, 1 will send you package of my late speeches in favor ol the Fiench revolution. “Are you for or against the improve ment of rivers and lake harbors, General?” “The noise and confusion would prevent my answer from being heard if 1 were to tell you. - ’ INTERESTING QUESTIONS! The Pittsburg American gives the follow ing pertinent questions and aniwers: Who wore the black cockade?—Lewis Cass. Who wrote a book in praise of the King and Court of France? Lewis Cass. Who is opposed to the Wilmot Proviso, and in favor of extending Slavery over Ter ritory now free? Lewis Cass. Who voted to censure Zachary Taylor, and the other heroes of Monterey, for their tinman ity atfd regard To. the' Hvoa tff lh£ Aj merican soldiers? Lewis Cass. Who brought in a bill to defraud the gal lant American volunteers of a portion of their wages? Lewis Cass. Who was hung in effigy by the Pennsyl vania Volunteers in Mexico? Lewis Cass. Who signed a bill to whip “poor neigh bor” white men? Lewis Cass. Who approved a law, to hire out “poor neighbor white men” by compulsion,—to sell them for a term—and take ftotn them their earnings? Lewis Cass. Who is the Prince of Demagogues? Lew is Cass. jßemarkeble Longevity. “Old Phil,” a servant belonging to Mr. James Brent, of Charles county, died on the sth inst., attlie age of one hundred and fifteen years! — The Port Tobacco Times says: Up to the day of his death, this faithful old servant enjoyed almost uninterrupted good health, and, it is said, there was a period in his life ombtacing forty years, in which he experienced not even the slightest fever..—All his faculties ha retained in a wonderful degree, with the exception of that of sight, which for some time he lost, but partially recovered again about four years since. Mabyi.and Politics.— The wings of Charles county held a ratification meeting at Port Tobacco on the IBth hist., and after nominating Gen. John Mathews for the Slate Senate, listened to eloquent speeches from Col. Jenifer, and John M S. Cousin, Esq., the whig elector. Thos. F. Bowie, Esq., one of the Independent Electors, also addressed the meeting’ and avowed him self a warm friend of Taylor and Fillmore. The Times a neutral paper says the meet ing was large and enthusiastic. The Whig Convention of Prince George’s county, has nominated John D. Bowling, Esq., for the Stale Senate, and appointed William H. Tuck, Esq., an assistant Elector. HENRY CLAY.— The LocofocosofKen lucky affect great concern to know what Henry Clay thinks of the Philadelphia nom inalions. The Louisville Journal thus en lightens them; We are authorized to say by one of Mr. Clay’s nearest neighbors and most devoted personal and political friends, that Mr C. unhesitatingly avows upon all proper occa sions bis intention to support the nomina tion of the Whig national convention m Enormous Steamboat. William K- Brown of New York is building an enor. mons steamboat for the North River regular line. She is to be called the New World, will be 400 foot in length; her shaft, made of scraps of wrought iron, welded logetlier by great labor, is already finished. It weighs 32,5601b5. A TAILOR < DONE BROWN.” Not many yean since, Ilia re tired in the “moial’ city of Bouton, two young buck* rather waggish in their ways, and who Were in the habit of patronising, rather ex tensively, a tailor. by the name of Smith. Well one day into Smith’s Shop these two yojng bloods strolled. Says one of (hem— ‘-Smith, we’ve been making a bet; now we want you to make each of us a suit of clo'hes wait till the bet is decided, and then the one that loses will pay the whole ” Certainly, gentlemen:! shall be most hap py to serve you,*'says Smith, and forthwith their meatures were taken, and in due course of lime the clothes were sent home A month or two passed by, and yet out friend, the tailor saw nothing of his two cus tomers- One day however he met them tn Canal street, and thinking it almost time the bet was decided, he made up to them ami asked them how their clothes fitted. ’ “Oh! excellently,” says one: “by-tho-by, Smith, our bet isn’t decided yet.” “Ah! gays Smith, ‘ what is ill” ;-Why, I bet that when Hunker Hill Mon umeut fulls it will fall towards the south ! Bill here took mo up, and when the bet is decided, we’ll call and pay you that little bill.” Smith’s face stretched to double its usual length, but he soon recovered his wonted good humor, and said he— ‘■Boys: I’m sold: but I tell yon what boyi, say nothing about it, and I'll send youle- Ceipled bills this afternoon.” MICHIGAN IN DANGER. A promi nent‘Democrat,” and strong Partisan of Gen. Cass, in a letter written under dale of July slh, from Grand Rapids, in Michighn ; to a merchant in New York city says. ‘•As lo politics, wh hardly know where wo are. 'We have Cass men, and Taylor men, and Van Buren hope the most Cass men, hut it is net improbable we may lose the Stale In giving this, the New York Evening Post well -ays that this expres sion ofapprehension is full ol significance. ‘•When even Michigan, in the opinion of Mr. Cass’s most judicious friends, is like ly to abandon* him, there can be but little expectation of his success in other Western Sta.es.” General Orders, No. 2.—A Western paper issues the following orders, to take effect on and after the 4th March next, by order ol the people: Ist. Zachary Taylor to take command of the nation. Head-quarters at the White House, Washington city. 2d. James K. Polk lo take up line of march for Tennessee, and assume com mand of the “ largest and finest house in Nashville!” 3d. Lewis Cass to remain in Michigan in solitude sweet, till his services are required as a black cockade school teach er, federalist editor, Indian agent or snag raiser. Characteristic.—The Worcester True Whig gives the following anecdote, which sounds like truth; Soon after Cass was made Secretary y of War, Scott, meeting Taylor, said to him, “Ah! Taylor, a good appointment . that. We have a Secretary now who understands our wants.” Taylor has two veins in his forehead that, when ho is excited, swell out as large as a child’s finger. These veins began to enlarge. “I don’t know that, General,” said he —“he knowns his own wants. When he was Governor of Michigan Territory, ho ordered me to send him twelve of my best looking and tallest soldiers, and don’t you think the rascal kept six of ’em to row his boat for two years, ami they were paid by the Government as my men.” The Whig Platform. —The New Orleans Bulletin replies t* those locos who complain that the Convention in Philadelphia did not promulgate any platform of principles: “Why should they havejdone so*— Whore wasthe necessity of it. The Whig platform is well known and is immutable, It is the broad platform of the Constitution, with the acknowledged rigiit of the people to do or to demand any thing authorized by that instrument, and denying thr power of our rulers to do anything in violation of its provisions. That is the Whig platform. Their delegates to the Convention were not authorized to promulgate or pledge them or their candidate lo any other platform; and we hope the day is far distant before a whig President will shade his measures or avow his obligation to carryout the principles or policy designated by an irresponsible body, after the example ofMr. Polk and the Balti more convention of 1844. Imioutant to Mothers. The St Louis Reveille says that a coppersmith in Quincy, 111., has just patented a tea kettle that sings the baby to sleep. By means of a little contrivance connected with the spout, a style of melody is got up that nearly equals Jenny Lind. All the ladies will have to do now, will be lo stick the “young one” into the cradle, kindle up a fire, and let ’em all go to get her. Tho Bnlon Atlas well temarks that the two lives of General Cass won’t save him. If he had as many lives as seat, nine his political destruction would be inevitable with old Zach for acompolilor. Notorious Femai.es. Fanny Wright is at Cincinnati having recently arrived from Scotland, where she has como'in posses sion of a large estate. Maria Monk, of con vent notoriety, after a life of drunkenness in New York, is now in the alms-house. Summer Traveli.ino All accounts ■- preethat there is less travelling this summer limn for many previous seasons The steant boals and railroads find the number of pas sengers sensibly diminished, and tho water; ing places are much less crowded.