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[From tha Un|t>n Mogatine for January, 1818.1
The Thriving Family.
Our father lives in Washington,
And has a world of cares.
But gives his children each a farm,
Enough lor them and theirs,—
Full thirty well grown sons has he,
A numerous race indeed,
Married and settled, all, d’ye see,
With boys and girls to feed.
And if we wisely till our lands,
We ’re sure to earn a living,
And have a penny, too to spare,
For spending, or for giving.
A thriving family are we,
No lordling need deride us,
For we know how to use our hands,
And in our wits we pride us;
Hail, brothers, hail,—
Let nought on earth divide us.
Some of us dare the sharp north-east,
Some, clover fields are mowing;
And others tend the cotton plants
That keep the looms agoing
Some build and steer the white winged ships,
And few in speed can mate them;
While others rear the cern and wheat,
Or grind the flour to freight them.
And if our neighbors o’er the sea
Have e’er an empty larder,
To send a loaf their babes to cheer,
We ’ll work a little harder.
No old nobility have we,
No tyrant-king t« ride us;
Our Sages in the Capitol
Enact the laws that guide us.
Hail, brothers, hail,—
Let nought on earth divide us.
Some faults we have,—we can’t deny
A foible, here and there;
But other households have the same,
And so, we ’ll not despair.
’T will do no good to fume and frown.
And call hard names, you see,
And it were a burning shame to part
So fine a family.
’T is but a waste of time, to fret.
Since Nature made us one,
For every quarrel cuts a thread
That healthful love has spun.
So draw the cords of union fast,
Whatever may betide us,
And closer cling through every blast,
For many a storm has tried us.
Hail, brothers, hail,—
Let nought on earth divide us!
3, c»rale of Venice.
[Translated expressly for the Sunday Dispatch.]
In 1741 a French gentleman of distinction,
named Debrosses, paid a visit to Italy.
The most celebrated women in Venice at that
period were la Catina, la Julietta, la Ca
milla, and especially la Bagatina, who lived
in a palace, surrounded with the splendor of
a Dogaressa. There was also much talk about
a certain Faustolla, celebrated for her beauty
and for having fought a duel with daggers—
her adversary having been a noble Venetian
lady, who contested with her the possession
of a gallant Frenchman’s heart. Although
the duel gave evidence that la Faustolla's
dagger was not a mere plaything, Debrosses
would have given much to have been that
One of the houses at which Debrasses was
in the habit of paying his respects in Venice,
was that of Signor Tiepolo, a rich Senator,
and the husband of a very pretty wife of whom
he did not seem to be in the least jealous.
There our Frenchmaa had an opportunity of
improving his Italian, and of making himself
familiar with the manners and customs of
Tiepolo’s conversazioni were frequented by
the loveliest women in the city. On a cer
tain evening, when wit and joke were circu
lating with unusual vivacity, and when Tie
polo, in particular, seemed to have his heart
bn his hand, Debrosses drew the Venetian
Senator aside.
“ Signor Tiepolo,” said he, “ you will take
pity on a poor stranger like myself, who is
unwilling to leave Venice, without having
seen all its curiosities !”
“ Certainly,” replied Tiepolo, bowing gra
ciously, “ but you have visited the Bucentaur,
length and breadth, up and down ; I have in
troduced you to the Grand Council, where
you witnessed the election of the General ot
the Galleys—l scarcely see what remains,
Signor Frenchman —1 have no right myself
to eater the Council of Ten, and”—
“ Oh ! that’s not it,” said Debrosses, evi
dently embarrassed by the tone of raillery in
which Tiepolo had replied to him, “ but
allow me, you are forty-years of age, Signor?”
“ Forty-five.”
“ Very well! you have told me that you
have been a married man for only a couple of
years—you have consequently lived m Venice
as bachelors are wont to live, and sometimes
married men—you must know la Bagatina ?”
“ Perfectly,” replied Tiepolo, without hesi
“ I met her yesterday at the Mendicanti.”
“Hah!” exclaimed Tiepolo,laughing, “you
want to make acquaintance with our sirens of
the Lido? -The mtrßagatina Has caught your
e|ye ?”
“ Oh! no,” replied Debrosses, “no such
thing—but I should like to have an oppor
tunity of admiring, within speaking distance,
la Faustolla's diamonds.”
Debrosses, in order to give the name the
proper Italian pronunciation by placing the
accent on the last syllable, raised his voice as
he spoke ; but, scarcely had the fatal name
fallen from his lips, when Tiepolo changed
color,and exchanged burning glances with the
Signora Tiepolo, who as instantly cast down
her eyes. There was in the room a young
gentleman of the name of Loredano, on whom
the name of Faustolla seemed also to make a
singular impression. Witnessing all this, De
brosses made haste to add:
“ After all, Signor Tiepolo, I merely want
to please my eyes with the sight of rare dia
monds, and if la Bagatina's are the finest in
Venice, I do not see what is to prevent me
from seeking an interview with her.”
Less than a minute had elapsed, anS Tie
polo had recovered his free and unembarrassed
air, the Signora Tiepolo had resumed her
usual looks, and Loredano had put on an ex
pression of the most perfect indifference.
“ I would advise you,” replied Tiepolo,
good humoredly, “to call on la Bagatina;
she is a delightful creature, and will be re
joiced to receive a stranger of your distinc
tion. But, Signor, I cannot introduce you,
it’s not the custom,” added he in a whisper,
“ your gondolier will answer.”
The gondoliers are in Venice men of great
importance; love intrigues, political intri
gues —they meddle with everything and are
employed in everything. They are as true
as steel: never has the gondolier of the Sig
nora been known to betray the secrets of his
mistress to the Signor, and reciprocally. As
the gondolas are inviolable, and as they are
all alike in form and daily employed for the
most mysterious appointments, needs must be
for their owners to be incorruptible; when
they are not, the faithless gondolier pays for
his treachery with his life, and his body is
sure to be found before long in the waters of
the Lido.
Meanwhile, Debrosses, seeing that his pri
vate conversation with Tiepolo was the occa
sion of embarrassment to at least three per
sons, left the master of the house, and ap
proaching the Signora Tiepolo, requested her
to give him a lesson in the game of Tarots.
Tarots was a game then in great vogue in
Venice, and entirely unknown in France. In
fact Debrosses was the first to introduce
checkered playing cards into Paris, together
with the infiinite combinations of a game, the
invention of which is attributed to Miehael
Angelo. Accordingly, he went ever, as has
been said, to the fair Signora, and taking her
polite y bi the hand led her to a table, where
he insisted gallantly upon receiving a lesson
she had promised him the preceding evening.
The Signora was willing and the game com
menced. Tarots, called in Venice miuchiate
contains ninety-seven cards, curiously varie
gated wit i figu.ei representing the sun, the
moon, the pope, the stars, death, and a thou
sand other designs, serious and pleasant, each
of wnich has a particular value. The game
is played by four persons. Thus, the Signora
Tiepolo wanted two partners for her lesson :
she beckoned to Loredano who hastened to
her side. A young Signora seated herself by
Debrosses, who quickly mastered the differ
ent combinations of the game. He soon for
got la Bagatina and la Faustolla, absorbed
as he was in the chances of the game, and as
in this World, nething is to be learnt without
paying for it, he lost fifty sequins, At mid
night, he was on his way home, in his gondo
la Once alone in this mysterious vehicle, he
began to reflect on the incidents of the even
ing, and as they reproduced themselves in his
memory, he was reminded that he was in
Venice. Beneath the gui 3e o f gentle man
ners burned the passions of Italy, and a single
word from his lips had sufficed to rend the
veil of conventional simulation.
“ Yes,” said he to himself “ Tiepolo and
young Loredano are both in love with la
Faustolla-, and-despite his forty-five years,
Tiepolo is the successful woer. Signor Tie
polo is jealous, moreover, and Loredano is
obliged to yield to th# influence of his rival’s
wealta. All three started when I pronounc
ed the name of la Faustolla. Tiepolo tried
‘o persuade me to call upon la Bagatina.
Veil! no. I’ll call upon la Faustolla, and
■ e.’ll see if a French gentleman cannot cut
■it Venitian senators or the sons of Venitian
■nators !”
While making these reflections, Debrosses
eached the palace - in which he resided with
his travelling companions, on the grand canal,
and instead of dismissing his gondolier, he
ordered him to make fast his gondola and to
follow him. i
“ Pietro,” said he, as soon as they had
reached the Frenchman’s room, filling him
it the same time a large glass of maraschino,
‘drink my health. We must talk a little.”
Pietro was a handsome youth, about twen
y eight years of age, with a jet black beard
ind his hair falling in curls over his neck—a
true type ef a fisherman of the. Adriatic.—
Debrosses had selected him himself, not ex
actly for his good looks, but from having
heard him sing the stanzas of the Jerusalem,
with surprising truth and effect.
“ Signor Frenchman,” said Pietro, finish
ing his glass, “ you would hear Rinaldo in
the gardens of Annida ? Here goes, sir.”
“ No, my boy. It is I who am Rinaldo, or
who would become so; and the question is
how shall I get into Armida’s gardens. You
know la Faustolla ?”
Pietro’s countenance brightened up; a
smile played upon his lips and his eyes spar
“Do I know la Faustolla ?” said he.—
“ Where’s the gondolier that does not know
the fairest creature in all Venice ? Come,
come, Signor Frenchman, let us pass in front
of her palace, and if she be on her balcony
taking the fresh air, you’ll see how the sequins
will rain into my gondola.”
“ Sequins !” exclaimed Debrosses.
“ Yes,” replied Pietro, carelessly, “ such ;
is la Faustolla's custom when she sees me
pass under her baljony ”
Debrosses had laid aside for his visit to
Italy a considerable sum of money and his in
come for several years ; it was his intentio*
to purchase pictures, medals, manuscripts,
and to live all the while like a great lord, but
he did not intend to throw sequins out of the
window, and what was told him of la Faus
tolla made him tremble. One single inter
view would cost him more than one of Ra
phael’s pictures ! He cast his eyes upon a
very handsome diamond which was sparkling
on his finger, and which he intended to have
presented to the lovely Venetian.
“ She is capable,” said he, “ of throwing it
to the fish of the Adriatic, since she throws
her sequins into the canal: non licet omnibus
adire Corinthum, I am not as rich as th#
Sultan Aboul Hassan—l cannot compete with
Nevertheless, the very difficulty that thus
presented itself, converted what had been a
mere fancy into a violent desire. He had
met the fair one on the Piazza of St. Mark,
and one glance had made his heart captive.
After all, what was it he wanted ? A quarter
of an hour’s conversation, a smile, and the
privilege of serenading the aforesaid balcony.
“ Can you take me to la Faustolla's, Pie
tro ?” he asked, suddenly.
“ Certainly.”
“ Will I be received ?”
“ I’ll take my. oath that you will.”
Debrosses happened to know that Tiepolo
would be detained the whole of the following
day at the Pregadi, or the Council, and he
was anxious to avail himself of his absence.
“ To-morrow,” said he.
“ I’ll be here to-morrow, an hour before
sundown,” replied Pietro.
Not to appear altogether unworthy of a
woman who was so lavish of her money, De
brosses gave a handful of sequins to his Mer
cury, and dismissed him without further in
Although extremely beautiful, and enrich
ed by the gifts of the Senators of Venice, la
Faustolla remained still inferior to the Sig
nora Tiepolo; if the first attracted crowds of
suitors by the freedom of her manners and
language, the other gained all hearts by her
timid and modest reserve, which had the
semblance, at least, of artlessness. But no
one need look for true artlessness in Venice.
Women are there either indifferent to passion
or. else violant. and impetuous in their indul
gence in it; reserve is, with them, nothing
more than a veil, beneath which they seek to
conceal their real sentiments. A Venetian
woman, in or out of the Carnival, is always
masked. The Signora Tiepolo, married by
virtue of a family arrangement and apparent
ly complying with the strange customs of
Venice, had n# attachment for her husband,
nor for a certain relation of Tiepolo’s, the
Signor Tadeo Priuli, whom common repute
named as her cavahere.
As chance would have it, Signor Tiepolo,
instead of cherishing a passion for la Faus
tolla, as Debrosses imagined, was, in defiance
of custom, deeply in love with his wife; Tadeo
Priuli, on the other hand, was equally smit
ten—and these two suitors, both legitimate in
their way, had in the young and handsome
Loredano a rival, whose successful competi
tion was in every way an annoyance, especial
ly to Tiepolo, for Loredano belonged to an
adverse political faction, and at the Pregadi
always voted against Tiepolo’s interest and
The Signora Tiepolo lived, in the midst of
these conflicting interests, in a state of per
fect security—so far as her own person was
concerned. By birth a member of the power
ful family of the Sabea, she knew that her
husband would never dare touch a hair of her
head, and that she had only to complain to
effect his ruin; but she was in continual ap
prehension for the safety of her lover. An
indiscreet word, an act of imprudence, the
least discovery leading to a suspicion of the
truth, might involve Loredano; and then,
despite the mild temper of Venitian nobles,
the youth would most assuredly perish—either
by poison or steel.
But, it will be asked, how came the name
of la Faustolla to produce such an impression
on the husband, the wife and the lover ? This
Debrosses learned qp the following day.
Our Frenchman retired to bed immediately
after the departure of his gondolier, and slept
with the deep sleep that is the reward of
moderate exercise and a light stomach; for
at Venice the consumption of eatables is ex
tremely moderate, the wines are very thin,
and the frequent use of sherbets facilitates
digestion. The following morning he was
roused from his slumbers by the noise made
by his valet, who was disputing at his door,
and replying in French to the Venitia* in
vectives of a woman who insisted upon seeing
his master. The door was burst suddenly
open, and in spite of all the servant’s efforts,
a young girl, her head covered with a sort of
black basquina, rushed over to the bed, and
opening the curtains, seized Debrosses by the
“ Signor,” said she, in Italian, “send that
birbarate away—he wanted to prevent me
from seeing you, and he's now standing there
watching and listening—send him away,
Signor !”
As she spoke, she kept pointing to the
valet-de-chambre, who was standing in the
middle of the room, manifestly greatly scan
dalized at the impudence of the Venitian, and
only waiting the word from his master to
thrust her forth.
Debrosses opened his eyes, yawned, and
stretched himself, but no sooner did he dis
tinguish the charms of his visitor, than all
symptoms of irritation vanished.
“ Peruet,” said he to his valet, “ leave the
(To be continued.)
03“ There is this difference between happi
ness and wisdom. He that thinks himself
the happiest man is really so; but he that
thinks himself the wisest is generally the
greatest foci.
OtJ- A sea officer, wh# had lost his hand by
a grape shot, was in company with l a young
lady, who remarked that it was a cruel ball
which deprived him of his hand. “ A noble
ball, madam, for it bore away the palm.”
SJi3* Modern criticism has suggested that the
ancient Greek,who is recorded to have carried
round a brick as a specimen of his house, pro
bably carried it in his hat. This gives a beau
tiful moral to the tradition.
Ninon de L’Enclos said of the Marquis
de Sevigne, son ot th# celebrated writer of
that name, “He has a soul of pap, and his
neart is a cucumber fried in snow.”
do- Recreation is intended to the mind as
whetting is to the scythe, to sharpen the edge
of it, which otherwise would grow dull and
The Suicide.—-A-Padietic Tale.
When William sent a letter to declare
That he was wedded to a fairer fair,
Poor Lucy shrieked. “To life—to all—adieu !”
And in the indignation of despair,
She tore the letter and her raven hair,
She beat her bosom and the post boy too;
Then to an open window wildly flew,
And madly flung herself—into a chair.
Love and Friendship.
Oh! love is to the human heart
What sunshine is to flowers;
And friendship is the fairest thing
In this cold world of ours.
Where'er the radiant lustre’s shed
There richer beauty smiles
Than nature scatters on the shores
Of ocean’s sunny isles.
to crib’s Reformers
Moses. ■
What Confucius was to Eastern, and Zo
roaster to Central Asia, Moses was to the
Hebrew nation, and to those who have deriv
ed their religion and laws from the Bible. We
shall endeavor to sketch the life of this re
former and legislator, with entire impartiali
ty ; however difficult such an effort may
Happily we are not at a loss for want of
materials for a very full account of the life
and doctrines of the Hebrew legislator. They
are contained in the books of Exodus, Num
bers, Leviticus, and Deuteronomy; which
are generally attributed to Moses himself;
so that if this belief be well founded, he has
been his own biograp’her. However this may
be, these books are held by Jews and Chris
tians to be Divinely inspired, and of course,
of undoubted authenticity. With those who
believe the Bible, the following account will
possess the highest authority.
It is true that there are learned doubts as
to where and by whom the Pentateuch was
written. The five books do not profess to
have been written by Moses—and they were
not known until a thousand years after. It is
also objected that at this'early period, neither
papyrus nor parchment had been invented.
There are other difficulties in regard to lan
guages, history, geography, chemistry etc.,
which it is not necessary here to specify. We
proceed to give the life of the reformer as we
find it written.
Moses, the son of Amram, of the tribe of
Levi, was born in Egypt, 1573 years before
Christ, or about the year of the world 2133.
His mother, it is stated in the common ver
sion, was his grandfather’s sister, or great
aunt—but the Syriac Bible says she was his
father’s cousin.
One hundred and thirty-five years before
the birth of Moses, Joseph being Prime Min
ister of Egypt, invited his father and brethren
to reside in that country under his protection.
A portion of Egypt was set off for them by
the monarch with whom Joseph was a favor
ite ; and in this rich country they flourished
so greatly as to excite the jealous fears of
a succeeding monarch, who reduced the des
cendants of Israel to the most abject slavery,
and finally made the barbarous decree that
every male child should be destroyed at its
birth. This command was given to the mid
wives ; but they found an excuse for evading
the edict; it was then made to the parents
themselves, who were ordered to throw their
children into the sacred river Nile, to be
devoured by crocodiles.
It was during the existence of this inhuman
edict that Moses was born. His mother was
obliged like the rest to commit him to the
Nile; but avoiding this as long as possible
she hid him three months, and then placed
him in a carefully prepared and buoyant bas
ket: and set him afloat on the voyage of life.
The boy was discovered, lodged in the
rushes, at the bank of the river, by the king’s
daughter; who, with the consent of her
father, adopted him as her own. A sister of
Moses, being at hand, watching, we may sup
pose, his fate, offered to find the infant a
nurse—and brought as such, the mother of
them both.
Moses was educated m the Court of Pha
raoh, in all the learning of the Egyptians.
He is saijl to have distinguished himself as a
soldier, ana to nave led an army against Aby
sinia; but this is stated by Josephus—not the
best authority.
Though .educated at court, as the adopted
son of a princess, Moses did not forget his
origin, and sympathised with the oppression
of his people. One day, when he was forty
years old, he saw an Egyptian maltreating
one of the Hebrews in the field. Looking
round carefully to see that no one observed
him, he killed him on the spot, and hid his
body in the sand. The next day, finding that
he was 'in danger of being arrested, he fled
from the country.
A fugitive, and a murderer, as he appears
to have been considered even by his own peo
ple, he took refuge in the land of Midian
Fatigued with his hasty travel, he sat by a
well, when seven shepherdesses, daughters of
one Reuel or Jethro, the priest of Midian,
came to. draw water for their flocks. The
shepherds were possessed of no Arcadian gal
lantry, and pressed their way to the well;
but Moses, possessing a noble and ohivalric
spirit, and, perhaps, smitten by the charms
of one of the damsels, drove away the rude
and boorish shepherds, and politely assisted
the young ladies in watering their animals—
when they went their way.
Here this pleasant adventure might have
ended, had not the curiosity of the priest been
excited by the unusually early return of his
daughters. On inquiring the reason, they
told him the adventure we have just related,
informing him of the service done them by
the Egyptian—for Moses was one by adaption
and education—as doubtless also in speech,
manner and costume.
“ Well,” said Jethro—“ where is the man ?
Why have you left him ? Run and invite him
hither, that we may offer him hospitality.”
This, the young ladies, in their agitation at
the adventure, had forgotten ; but the pardon
able incivility was soon remedied; and Moses
not only became the guest of this good priest,
whose religion is no where mentioned that we
remember, but he shortly afterwards married
Zipporah, one of his daughters, with whom
he lived happily for forty years, having seve
ral children; and employing himself as an
humble shepherd, keeping the flocks of his
father-in-law, at the foot of Mount Horeb, in
In the calm seclusion of this pastoral life,
and in the enjoyment of domestic bliss, the
life of Moses glided on until he was eighty
years old, when one day the following inci
dent occurred to him. He had led his floeks
into the back of the desert, at the foot of
Mount Horeb, where he saw what appeared
to be a bush all on fire, and yet not consumed.
Drawing near, to investigate the cause of this
phenomenon, he heard a voice from the bush
calling “ Moses! Moses !” Moses answered
“ Here am I.” He then listened reverently,
while Jahoh or JEhjeh, or in other words the
God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, informed
him that he had been chosen to rescue the
chosen people from their slavery in Egypt,
anal to lead them to possess a beautiful coun
try, then inhabited by six populous nations,
who were to be driven out .or exterminated
to give them place.
Either from modesty, or fear, or the love of
a quiet domestic life, Moses endeavored to
excuse himself from this mission. Moses, at
this time, though eighty years old, did not
even know the name of the God of his people;
but whether his religion was that of Egypt,
or that of his adopted country, is not known.
From the fact of his having married the
daughter of a priest, it is resonable to sup
pose that he had adopted the religion of his
father-in-law —the hospitable Jethro.
God, still speaking from the burning bush,
toward which Moses no more dared to look,
commanded him to go and gather the Elders
of Israel, and with them ask permission of the
King to go three days journey into the wilder
ness to worship their God. This, the Lord
informed Moses, Pharoah would not grant at
first, but would finally, after many wonders;
and the Israelites were to be instructed to
borrow for this occasion all the jewelry of
their Egyptian neighbors. By these crafty
pretences they were not only to escape from
Egypt entirely, hut also laden with the spoil
of the Egyptians.
Moses still objected. Some might think
that he did not like the idea of hie people
getting away themselves, or carrying oft’ the
goods of the Egyptians under false pretences
—but his own excuse was that his people
would not believe him. To satisfy him, God
bade him throw his rod upon the ground; and
it became a serpent. He bade him put his
hand in his bosom; when he took it out it
was white with leprosy; putting it back it
was restored. God further said : if these
signs are not sufficient to authenticate your
mission, you shall pour the water of the river
upon the land and it shall become blood.
Still obstinate, Moses made another excuse.
He was not eloquent. God might have made
him so—but he reminded him of his brother
Aaron,who could speak for him. Mosfcs, per
ceiving that Go was angry, and fearing to
make more excuses, went to ask leave of his
father-in-law to go; which was a rare in
stance of filial obedience in a man eighty
years old'; and he appears to have commenced
with the good Jethro, the tactics of misre
presentation he had been instructed to prac
tice on the King and people of Egypt; for in
stead of declaring his real intentions, he said
he wished to go and see if his brethren were
yet alive.
If Moses feared for his life on account o
the murder he had committed, under great
provocation, forty years before—and this may
have been the secret reason—his fears were
set at rest by God saying to him “ all the men
are dead which sought thy life.” It will
strike the unprejudiced reader that had
Moses been the writer of the book of Exodus,
from which this sketch is written, he would
have explained his real motives.
Moses then, with his wife and sons seated
on an ass, and with the miraculous rod in his
hand, commenced his journey to Egypt. And
the Lord said to Moses: “ See that thou do
all these wonders before Pharaoh, which I
have put into thy hand ; but I will harden his
heart, that he shall not let the people go.”
Aaron, warned by God, came into the wil
derness to meet his brother; to whom Moses
related all that had passed. They went to
gether to their people ; and Aaron having re
lated the matter to them, and Moses having
shown the signs as before, they were received
and acknowledged as the popular leaders.
They next went to Pharaoh, who, when he
had heard their request that the people might
make a short excursion into the desert, treat
ed the application with contempt. He knew
nothing about’their God, he said; nor what
business Moses and Aaron had to be taking so
away from their employments.
So far from granting them a respite, he in
creased their tasks, until the poor Israelites
were in no pleasant humor towards Moses
and Aaron, whom they looked upon as having
caused this increase of misery—while Moses,
thus disappointed, reproached the Lord for
having sent him.
The Lord commanded Moses to speak en
couragingly to the people ; but they were too
downcast to listen to him ; and Moses then
refused to go again before Pharoah ; who, it
is to be remarked, though a despotic sove
reign, was evidently accessible to the mean
est of his subjects.
But when Moses was reminded of his rod,
he went to the king, and Aaron cast it down
before the throne of Pharoah, and, as before,
it became a serpent. But the king sent for
the magicians, who also cast down their
rods, which all became serpents, as this was
a common piece of enchantment—but Moses
still performed the greater miracle, for his
rod, in the form of a serpent, swallowed up
all the other serpents, and then became a rod
again. But Pharoah made no allowance for
this—his heart being hardened, and he still
The next day Moses turned the river Nile
—a river some fifteen hundred miles in
length—into blood, so that the fish died and
the water stank. This transformation affect
ed not merely this great river, but all the
ponds, streams, pools, and vessels of-wood
and stone. In a word, all the water in Egypt
was turned to blood.
But Pharoah sent for his inagicians, who
performed the same miracle with their en
chantments. It has been asked where they
got their water to turn to blood. The com
mentators suppose they dug for it on the
banks of the river. However this may be,
i'i—’aH S nearVWM irai-ovnxxjxi, IXVrvWILIIBVaiIU
ing this terrible punishment of his innocent
people, who, in a sultry climate, were depriv
ed of water for a period—the length of which
is not definitely stated, but which appears to
have been seven days.
The next plague was of frogs. At the com
mand of Moses, Aaron stretched forth the rod,
and the whole land swarmed with frogs ; a
disgusting pest. The Egyptian magicians
performed the same miracle—but it is curious
to observe that they didnot exert their powers
in an opposite direction, so as to diminish the
plague instead of increasing it—but this nei
ther they nor Pharoah appear to have thought
In this dreadful tribulation Moses was sent
for, on condition of Pharoah’s letting the peo
ple go, he engaged that the frogs should all
die the next day, which they did, .and were
gathered into heaps; but once relieved of
the plague, the king refused to perform his
Thus far the magicians had performed the
same miracles as Moses ; but now they were
destined to be foiled. The next plague was
of lice, or as some render it of moschetoes.
These, whether the one or the other the
magicians could not compass; and they for
mally gave up the contest, and advised Pha
raoh that things had gone beyond their power;
but it was of no avail. The next plague was
a swarm of flies which filled the whole land,
all butthat portion occupied by the Israelites;
for up to this time all seem to have suffered
alike. At this point the king wished to com
promise, by allowing the people to sacrifice
where they were; for the king by some
means seems to have suspected that if the
Hebrews went away they would never come
back again. However, he promised fairly,
and the flies were removed; but, as before, he
broke his word.
The next day all the camels, horses, asses,
oxen, and sheep, of the of the
murrain ; but not one of those of the Israel
The next was a plague of biles, on man
and beast throughout Egypt. The beasts in
this case must have been other than those just
killed by the murrain.
Next came a terrible thunder and hail
storm, destroying every green thing, men
and cattle, save those of the Israelites ; but
what other cattle remained, even the com
mentators have not stated.
The King, still allowing bis heart to be har
dened, next came with twenty-four hours’
East wind, a swarm of locusts that covered all
the land, which eat up what the hail had
spared. At this the people began to mutiny.
They represented to the King that the whole
land was made desolate by his stubbornness.
He relented—but the Lord again hardened his
heart. He was willing to let the men go—he
consented afterwards that the women and
children should accompany them. But ano
ther plague and a more terrible was required;
and one night, at the dread hour ot mid
night, death entered every dwelling in Egypt
—the first born of fevery family died, from the
king on his throne to the beggar on his
dunghill—the first-born of mau and beast all
perished together; alike of those of the court,
who had already remonstrated with the king,
and of those who lived hundreds of miles
away and were ignorant of all that was going
forward. The death of the first born of cat
tle, in this plague, repeats a former difficulty;
for they had all died of a murrain, and then
been killed by the hail sometime before.
It may be estimated, that about one million
of Egyptians, of all ages and conditions, died
on this single night. So horrible a calamity
aroused the whole nation ; and king and sub
jects were alike anxious .to have the children
of Israel go, to prevent some additional calami
ty. So anxious were all to have them gone, that
they sent them off that very night, and were
so urgent, that when the Hebrews, according
to th« command of God, put their plan of bor
rowing into execution, the Egyptians lent
them jewels of silver and jewels of gold, and
raiment—everything that they required, to
the value at a very low estimate of over ten
millions of dollars. “ And they spoiled the
Thus Moses led Israel out of Egypt, two
hundred and fifteen years after Jacob had
gone there with his single family. Now
his descendants amounted to about two mil
lion, four hundred thousand souls, or six
lundred thousand men, over twenty years of
age—an immense army—a powerful nation.
This increase of a family in so short a period, is
one of the most curious circumstances record
ed in the history of a.iy nation; and however
it may be accounted for, it proves at least
that the law for the destruction of male infants
among the Hebrews was not long in force.
So full of interesting matter have we found
the career of the great. Hebrew legislator thus
far, that we must defer our account of his sub
sequent. life, and doctrines, for a future num
The Medical Profession.
The use and benefit of good physicians
have not often been better stated than in the
following paragraphs from the Boston Chro
motype :
We doubt whether physicians do much
good by the medicines which they give, but
they do a vast deal by those they don’t give,
and more still by the confidence and hope
which they inspire in the hour of sickness,
and the knowledge which they impart of the
laws ot life, at times when the mind is most
open to the lesson. This knowledge is al
most always imparted in direct contravention
of their pecuniary interest, but yet it is in the
main imparted freely and with impressive
earnestness. At least, with slight exception,
this is the case with the well educated and
respectable portion of the profession. Hence
the importance of having a learned and liberal
minded body of physicians—men who tho
roughly understand the mechanism of man,
and the laws of his being and destiny. They
hold the future well-being of therace in their
hands, and if they are false to their duty, the
after labors of the moralist and divine will be
of precious little use, and the lawyer will find
himself in lean pickings.
The medical man may vrll be proud, as he
looks back over the heroic achievements of the
worthies of his profession, and counts the dis
eases that have been baffled, worsted or routed
—and points to the living men repaired out of
mangled and bleeding carcases by thei»
science and skill. Harvey falls not behind
Columbus, and Jenner keeps pace with Wash
ington. There is no human angel of mercy
that is to be compared with an enlightened,
disinterested, self-denying family physician.
He stands in the front rank of the real pro
ducers uf good, and as he conscientiously ex
pends his ripe knowledge, does more than any
other citizen to build up and beautify and hap
pify his town or city. His instructions, not
to speak of his medicines, of which the least
said the better—are the cause of a strong and
wholesome population, the prime cause of
wealth and prosperity.
The Feeling in Mexico.
The Mexicans dread peace and. the with
drawal of our forces. The Delta says :
“ We are informed by the officers lately
from the army, that the intelligent portion of
the Mexicans are in deep anxiety lest our
army should withdraw, and thus again expose
them to the ruthless tyranny of military rule,
or to the ruinous confusion and devastation ot
a hopeless anarchy.
“ It was jocularly remarked to us by a gal
lant officer, that General Scott’s army would
be in much greater danger in departing from
the Capital, than when it entered it. That
the Mexicans would dppose his return with a
courage and steadiness uiparalleled in their
history—that fear, the most powerfulof man’s
instincts, would prove, in this case, a much
more formidable barrier than courage.
“ It is well understood that the Congress at
Queretaro, under the influence of these feel
ings, will discountenance any peace proposi
tions. The military and the other monopo
lists, whe have long ruled the country, will
cry aloud for peace—the only hope they have
of regaining their power —but the republicans
the good citizens and industrious classes, will
oppose it with all their power and influence,
for a peace would be the death-blow to all
those cheering hopes which are at present
agitating their bosoms—hopes which have
sustained them through thirty years of an
archy and misrule—hopes which animated
the bosoms and brightened the adversity of
the early fathers ef their republic—of Hidal
go, of Victoria, of Morelos, and others, who
sacrificed their lives to achieve for their
country liberty, republicanism and good gov
ernment, such as the Republic of the North
had already established on a firm and lasting
Decidedly Practical.
Upon the eve of the reoent National Liberty
Party Convention, held in Buffalo, we under
stand that the steamer Albany, Capt. Gager,
was boaidedat one of the western ports by a
large delegation of white and colored gentle
men, on their way to participate in the deli
berations of that august assemblage. The cap
tain at once saw the mixed character of his
dvtci miiixcxl tvr bultlratc
habits ef consistency among them. He took
possession of- the state-room keys, and went
about his business. At the proper time for
giving out the state-rooms, he had the party
all mustered in the cabin, and commenced by
selecting a colored candidate and a white one,
and designating state-rooms, No. so-and-so to
each parti-colored pair, until the pairs were
all used up—giving to the colored gentlemen
in each instance the charge of the key. There
was no dodging the determination of the cap
tain in this particular—they had to go it or
When the dinner bell rang, the party moved
indiscriminately towards the table, hut the co
lored persons were re admonished by the cap
tain, that they could not, under the rules of
his boat, take seats at the first table. The
white abolitionists protested that the colored
man was as good as the white man. “Very
well,” rejoined the Captain—“ I don’t think
so ; and as you do, you can wait and eat with
They waited, and the delegation at toge
ther, thereby, under the police of tlie boat,
carrying their principles into practice.—Buf
falo Express.
The Champagne Wine Trade.
From an official document it appears that
the production of champagne is divided be
tween the arrondissements of Chalons, Eper
nay, and Rheitns. On the Ist of April last the
wholesale merchants had 13,815,367 bottles
of sparkling champagne in their cellars, and
from the Ist of April, 1846, to the Ist of April,
1847, 8,775,485 bottles had been disposed of,
viz: 4,711,915 forforeign parts, and 3,062,670
for home consumption. It is to England and
Russia that most of the wine sent abroad is
exported. Thirty years ago, the houses en
gaged in the champagne trade exceeded not
the number of fifteen or twenty at most —there
are now near 300. In the last fifteen years the
preductien of champagne has almsst doubled,
and no doubt the consumption has equally in
creased, for the prices have at an average,
continued the same. This year everything be
tokens that there will be a great abundance ef
wine, but it will be of middling quality, and
only an eighth part will serve to make spark
ling champagne.
A “Milintary” Hero.
Somewhere to the north of us, within the
lim.ts of the New England confederacy there
lived, perhaps still lives, a queer genius whom
we shall merely call “ Old Joe.” It is related
of him that he was once upon a time “ warn
ed” to attend the annual May parade and in
snectioa of the volunteer militia in his town,
“ armed and equipped as the law directs.”
Old Joe, however, was sick about this time,
and procured a surgeon’s certificate to the
fact in order to avoid the payment of the fine
for nen-attendance. It appeared, however,
that he had neglected to obtain the signature
of the commanding officer which was requi
site to complete the formality, and according
ly legal measures were had to obtain the for
feited amount. “ Old Joe” resisted the claim,
and pleading his own case, delivered the fol
lowing brilliant harangue, the like of which
cannot be found in any of the works of Cicero.
“ Prehaps I knowabeout as much of milin
tary business as any body here-a-beouts. I
tell ye I’ve acted proper and correct in all
I’ve done. I was «ick—and I goes to a rar
gint and obscures his pacificateto that defect,
and I-tell you its immaticular whether the
demanding officer does er does not put his
significant to the pacificate, and you can’t
neglect the fine out of me for non-existence.”
The same worthy speaking about some
differences between a clergyman and a part of
his parishioners, said that, “ for his part, he
thought a minister had ought to preach so as
to satisfy all his confectioners.”
Fine Arts.
It is almost incredible, says Flaxman, that
Rhodes, the little island of forty miles long,
and thirteen broad, gave the Reman conquer
ors three thousand statues. When the all
powerful arm of Rome was extended to take
within its grasp the “ land ef lost gods, and
god-like men” —rendered too feeble for resis
tance from its own dissensions, and the strug
gles of self-created princes for mastery, no
division of the entire country afforded more
treasures to the victor than this one small
island, having no fame, except in the one par-,
ticular, that she was the rival of Athens,
nay, of all Greece, in the arts. Athens her
self, in her infant years, knew nothing of this
divine gift—when Sicyon and Sparta could
boast their famous workers in wood and brass,
she knew no sculptor; it was only when the
taste and refinement of the descendants of
Pisistratus began to diffuse its influence
among the peeple; when poetry was wooed
in the palaces »f her chiefs, and the far-famed
ones of foreign courts invited within her
walls, and science creeping with yet timid
step from her lurking-place, was stealing
amongst them, that the rude idols were tak
en from their shrines, and the divinities
made truly god-like, by the glowing fancy of
the post, were raised in their stead—fitter
emblems of the attributes to which they bow
ed in worship. While the genius of Attica
was in the womb of time, the genius efßhodes
was advancing to manhood.
The Late Professor McCullagh.
I It will be interesting to the scientific world
to know the result of a search iu the charn
j hers of the late Professor McCullagh. A few
days after the removal of the body, a commit
tee of inquiry, with the approbation of his
relatives, proceeded to the study of the de
ceased philosopher, prepared for discoveries
of inestimable value. After the most minute
investigation, they found—not a single sheet
or scrap of paper of any hind, with the excep
tion of a few lines, the- commencement of a
paper on light, and some formulas on a slate,
on which he worked out habitually the re
sults of his study before transferring them to
paper. This unexpected consequence star
tled, as well it might, the gentlemen whose
hopes had previously been so buoyed up with
the importance of the documents which were
to be held out to the admiring world of
science. Not a solitary fragment of all the
Professor’s labors—the acquisitions of twenty
years of genius, reflection, and toil—was to
be found. This was the more remarkable,
since, before his removal to the chambers in
which the suicide had been committed, he
was known to have possessed piles of MSS.,
containing matter for many volumes of print,
and which he was wont to "show to his intim
ate friends, as the fruits of his long watching.
They were arranged by years—that is, a se
parate pile of large foolscap contained the I
product of each year’s work. Of these, there I
were about fourteen or sixteen. Some of the j
papers had already been published in the
transactions of the academy, and, I believe,
the Edinburgh Journal of Science, but by
far the greater portion had never passed be
yond his study. All these have perished.—
He destroyed them as he did his life, with
his own hands I When, or under w-hat cir
cumstances, this destruction took place, is !
wholly unknown. His servant has been i
questio led as to whether, at any period, she
had observed, in the grates of his chambers,
the ashy refuse of a large quantity of paper,
which could not fail to attract her- attention ;
she had no recollection of the fact, and re
marked, on the contrary, that he was very
sparing in the use of paper. Even all his
private letters shared the same fate. The in
ference to be drawn from this sad and uncon
scious destruction, is sufficiently obvious.—
His mind had been gradually giving way ; and
in one of those gloomy intervals, when he
contrasted, as he sometimes did in his saner
moments, the little his genius had accom
plished with what it was expected to have
realized, he destroyed all! This must have
been some time before his death.
Effects of not Knowing French.
Not long after the general peace, when all
classes of English travellers, learned and un
learned, polished and unpolished, flocked to
the Continent, in search of the classical and
the picturesque, one of the pilgrims met a
companion, sitting in a state of the most woe
ful despair, and apparently near the last agon
ies, by the side ®f one of the mountain lakes
of Switzerland. With great anxiety, he in
quired the cause of his sufferings.
“ Oh!” said the latter, “ I was very hot and
thirsty, and took a large draft of the clear
water of the lake, and then sat down on this
stone to consult my guide boek. To my as
tonishment, I found thsre, that the water ot
this lake is very poisonous I Oh ! I am a
gone man—l feel it running all over me. I
have only a few minutes to live I Remember
me to .”
“ Let me see the guide book,” said his
“ Turning to the passage, he found—“L’eaw
du lac est bien poissoneusse ” —“ the water of
the lake abounds in fish.”
“ Is that the meaning of it ?”
“ Certainly.”
“ I never was better,” said the dying man,
leaping up, with a countenance radiant as the
sun on a fine May morning. Then extending
his arm in the true long-bow style—“ There’s
muscle;” he cut a series of capers over the
grass, that would have done honor to a Ves
“ What would have become of you,” said
his friend, “ if I had not met you?”
“ I should have died of imperfect know
ledge of the French language.”
Fanojful Titles.—A variety of French
novel writers, even the ablest, frequently
choose very singular titles for their works,
apparently because they think such eccentri
city is necessary to secure them attention.—
At this moment, works are in course of pub
lication, called “The Club of the Damned”—
“The Bloody Shoestrings”—“.My Father's
Shirt ”—“ The Blue-faced Knight ” and
“The Nose.” Modern French poets, too,
have the funniest ideas and expressions imag
inable. Within the last few days, the follow
ing tit-bits have appeared in “ poems,” which
have the pretension to be serious;—“ A
Sound, as when the Moon Sneezes”—“lt
looked like a Ray of Honey ” —“ The Agitated
Steel,” for the ringing of a bell—“ Heaven
Coughed,” for it thundered—“ Great man !
thou art not a simple ceiling—thou art the
sky ” “ Heaven, God’s Blue Carpet ”
“ Those Tender Fowls with Heavenly Wings
—Angels.”— Edinburgh Register.
Western Chivalry.—ln the west they
•— —n-J yvctrj OlvuilQ —the VYdr.
The paper at Frankfort, in Kentucky, says
that a few minutes before Captain Cox’s com
pany of Fleming county (Ky.) volunteers took
up the line of march from Flemingsburg to
Maysville, they were drawn up in line to re
ceive the farewell of their friends. While
standing in line they were approached by a
company of young ladies dressed in white,
each wearing a beautiful rosette on the left
shoulder. The ladies, led by a venerable ma
tron ot the town, passed along the line, and
taking from their own shoulders their beauti
ful badges, placed them on the shoulders of
the brave volunteers. It is described as being
one of the most interesting scenes ever wit
Valve of an Old Coal-pit Rope.—
Among the numerous worn-out, and often
considered worthless materials which the in
genuity of man has discovered means of re
manufacturing, and rendering of equal value
with the original substance, are old tarred
ropes, which have been long in use at coal
pits. Our readers will be surprised when we
inform them, that, out of this dirty (and, ap
parently, unbleachable) substance, is pro
duced a tissue paper of the most beautiful
fabric, evenness of surface, and delicacy of
color—a ream of which, with wrapper and
string, weighs only 2J lbs. It is principally
used in the Potteries, for transferring the
various patterns to the earthenware, and is
found superior to any other substance yet
known for that purpose; it is so tenacious,
that a sheet of it twisted by hand in the form
of a rope, will—as we are informed by Mr.
Fourdrinier, the manufacturer—support up
wards of a hundred weight. Truly, we live
in an age of invention.
OO Dr. Franklin, writing to a friend, re
lates the following:
“ When I was commanding the militia at
Gradenhutten, we had for our chaplain a zeal
ous Presbyterian minister, Mr. Bently, who
complained to me that the men did not gen
erally attend his prayers and exhortations.
When they enlisted, they were promised, be
sides pay and previsions, a gill of rum a day,
which was punctually served out to them—
half in the morning and half in the evening,
and I observed that they were punctual in at
tending to receive it—upon which I said to
Mr. Bently, “ It is, perhaps, below the digni
ty of your profession to act as steward of the
rum, but if you were to distribute it only just
after prayers, you would have them all about
He liked the thought, undertook the task,
and, with the help of a few hands to measure
out the liquor, executed it to satisfaction—
and never were prayers more punctually at
tended. So that I think this rather prefera
ble to the punishment inflicted by some mili
tary laws for non-attendance on divine ser
“Just like my Monster.”—A curious
circumstance occurred at the Addphi theatre,
London, during the performance of “ The
Green Bushes.” When Madame Celeste,
who was performing in the character of Mi
ami, the Indian girl, shoots the English hus
band by whom she has been deserted, a wo
man started up in the pit, and exclaimed in a
loud voice, “ Sarve him right—it’s just like
my monster!” This explosion of insulted
womanhood, produced by the “cunning of
the scene” and Madame Celeste’s powerful
acting, was followed by a shout of laughter
.from all parts of the house, proving that art
frequently possesses more influence over our
feelings than na-ure herself.
Hen-teresting.—Aman in Barre, Mass.,
has taken out a patent for a hen’s nest, which
he describes as follows :
“ The bottom of the nest is so constructed
as to let the egg through, and out of sight.
When the hen turns lound to view her pro
duction, cackling her delight the. while,she is
astonished to find her nest empty ! —so, natur
ally supposing herself mistaken, she again
lays another egg—and so on until the neces
sary number of eggs required are obtained.”
Mr. S. does not manufacture the nest, but
offers “ Rights for sale.”
Inborn Gentility.—A gentleman ob
server at one of the Virginia springs makes
the following remarks :—“ The Southern
ladies are not deficient in beauty, but what
renders them and all ladies so much more
charming is their affability. Never losing
their self-respect, they are yet exempt from
that affectation of exclusiveness and ill-born
pride that springs from sudden opulence, ac
quired sometimes by another—sometimes by
being a fashionable muffin-maker, sometimes
by a run of luck.”
A Tender Enquiry.—A letter writer
wishes to know what more precious offering
can be laid upon a man’s heart, than the first
love of a pure, earnest and affectionate girl,
with an undivided interest m eight corner
lots and fourteen three story houses ? We
know of nothing half so touching, or, in other
words, any thing that most people would
sooner “ touch.”
Power and Liberty.—Power and liber
ty are like heat and moisture: where they
are well mixed, everything prospers; where
they are single, they are destructive.
Diffibulties of Identity.—There goes
far more to the composition of an individual
character, than of an individual face. If has
sometimes happened that the portrait of one
person has proved also to be a good likeness
of another. Mr. Hazlitt recognised his own
features and expression in one of Michael An
gelo’s devils. And in real life, two faces, even
though there be no relationship between the
parties, may be all but indistinguishably alike,
so that the one shall frequently be accosted
for the other; yet no parity of character can
be inferred from this resemblance. Captain
Atkins of the British navy, who was lost in
the Defence, off the coast of Jutland, in 1811,
had a double of this kind, that was the tor
ment of his life ; for this double was a swin
dler, who, having discovered the lucky fac
simileship, obtained goods, took up money,
and,- at last, married a wife in his name.
Once when the real Captain Atkins returned
from a distant station, this poor woman, who
was awaiting him at Plymouth, put off in a
boat, boarded the ship as soon as it came to I
anchor, and ran to welcome him as her hus- |
band. i
Influence of Liberty.—The fiistory of I
man is a perpetual struggle between brute I
force and intellect. Some nations have held
imperial sway by strength of arm, others by
genius in art and literature. But they have
always been antagonistic. Whichever has
been the weapon of the conqueror, the other
has been that of the conquered. So were
Greece and Rome opposed—so, too, have ever
been the Teutonic and Celtic races. Litera
ture and art will not co-exist with mighty
armice of oppression, and centralised empires.
They live in simple homeliness, with small
states and local freedom. They can receive
no inspiration from yells of conquest, from
man-machines, or crimes. But, from the
freeman in his native field, art takes its model,
poesy its hero. In the array of free defenders
on the soil that bore them, music thrills its
wildest strains to march to war; and history,
red from the field of liberty, fights again the
struggling nation’s battle, on the page that
lives for ever. So, in freedom, the nation
that has warred comes forth true and grand
in art, bold and original in literature. It
takes but casts of itself.
Fassignable Parties —ln the good old
I days of our grandmothers, when soirees and
conversaziones would have sounded like the
dialect of Timbuctoo, and had as much mean
ing as an Egyptian hieroglyphic, parties and
balls were given for comfort, chat, and friend
ly intercourse, a rubber of whist and a coun
try dance were the order of the evening, a
hearty supper crowned the festivities ef the
night, and the company were sound asleep by
the time when the balls of the present gene
ration are commencing. In those days, ten
or a dozen couples were looked upon as a
goodly company ; at present, they would be
considered as a comparative solitude. People
then died of old age, or the doctor at the
worst; consumption, dyspepsia, and a fright
ful catalogue of diseases, only known within
the last half century, now decimate society.
Different manner produce different maladies,
and consumption arises less from climate than
from habits.
Politeness.—Talk about the politeness of
I the French, and hold up their manners as an
- example! We deny their pre-eminence, and
are inclined to give the palm to “de colored
population.” The following dialogue is cor
rectly reported;
“Ah madam, I hope I hab de pleasure ob
seeing you exuberating in the furs orders, dis
“ Thank you, sar, my health has been berry
excruciating for several days. How is Mrs.
Johnson and her lubly family r”
“ Ah, da is bery well, ’cepting a little ir
ruption of de prevailing influence. I hope
dat you will hab de goodness to communicate
my bess respects to your husband.”.
“ Thank you, I shall do myself de pleasure.”
“ Good morning.”
“ Good morning.”
And with a profound bow on one side, and
a curtsey almost to the ground on the other,
the speakers separated.
Big Crops of Potatoes.—A writer in the
Lancaster County (Pa ) Farmer says ; “ I al
ways plant potatoes in every furrow of six
teen inches wide, after the Prouty &. Mears’-
plow; and from this distance lam convinced
I raise a larger crop than when I planted in
every third furrow, as is customary; besides
escaping the cost of labor—often times to the
value ot half the crop —of weeding, hoeing
and moulding, to prevent the eternal spring
ing of the weeds in such wide intervals. With
this method in practice, I have grown 786
bushels per acre; the land^literally full of
tubers, all of good size; none very large, as
having robbed their neighbors, or very small,
as having been robbed, and all coming to
maturity at the same time.”
A Hint to Husbands Plagued with
Scolding Wives.—We have lately heard of
a lady of free speech, who found herself often
provoked to employ her vituperative powers
on her husband. His method on such occa
.slous, was tn take up his fid<U«-mrf-phiy ner a
tune without opening nfs lips, while she was
bursting with vexation. Her increased vio
lence occasioned by his tranquility, at length
brought her to her death bed ; but when near
expiring, she said, “ 1 think I could recover,
yet, if this fellow would but answer me.”
This remedy, however, the husband was not
inclined to administer.
Names.—“ Mr. Keightely’s observation,
that ‘a man’s name and his occupation have
often a most curious coincidence,’ rests,
perhaps, on men being sometimes designated
by their names for the way of life which they
are to pursue. Many a boy has been called
Nelson in our days, and Rodney in our father’s,
because he was intended for the sea service,
and many a seventh son has been christened
Luke in the hope that he might live to be a
physician. In what other business than that
of a lottery office would the name Goodluck
so surely have brought business to the house ?
Captain Death could never have practised
medicine or surgery, unless under an alias;
but there would be no better name with
which to meet an enemy in battle.”
Romance and Reality. —It is wonderful
how soon and how completely a finely-orga
nized mind adapts itself to inevitable circum
stances of reverse which would lead a blunt
ed intellect to despair. The rough blasts of
suffering are requisite to clear away the ro
mantic haze through which the world is
viewed. Nothing renders us so independent
in mind as to have been ruined in fortune.
We then learn the feeble hold we have on the
mere sympathetic feelings of our kind, and
that much which has appeared to spring from
such causes, in fact, has only been the result
of mutual interests.
Giving and Receiving Advice.—ln giv
ing advice, we must consult the gentlest man
ner and softest reasons of address; our advice
must not fall, like a violent storm, bearing
down, and making that to drop which it was
meant to cherish and refresh ; it must descend
as the dew upon the tender herb, or like
melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls,
the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it
sinks into the mind". If there are few w-ho
have the humility to receive advice as they
ought, it is often because there are few who
have the discretion to convey it in a proper
manner, and to qualify the harshness and bit
terness of reproof, against which nature is
very, apt to revolt; by a mixture of sweetening
and agreeable ingredients.
Stout Soldiers.—Six men belonging to
Captain Pritchard’s company of Kentucky
Volunteers, at Louisville, who mess together,
were detailed for some few evenings since.
Their size attracting the attention of some
curious person, they were asked to get on a
pair of scales, when it was found that their
united weight amounted to 1098 lbs. Four
of them weighed 784 lbs. which is an average
of 190 lbs. each. And what is the best of it,
it is said that either of the six is entirely able
to “ whip his weight in wild cats”—and no
calculating how many Mexicans.
Reflections.—Smiles are not always the
sign of joy; nor is a fine speech always the
sermon of truth. Deep waters often wear a
placid surface. The roar of the wind is more
dangerous when it suddenly changes. The
dispositions of men, like the produce of trees,
are best known by their fruits. That portion
of the world which judges by mere appear
ances, is more likely to be deceived than the
other, which forms its judgment carefully
upon proofs.
The World.—The world is a sea, and life
and death are its ebbing and flowing. Wars
are the storms which agitate and toss it into
fury and faction. The tongues of its enraged
inhabitants are then as the noise of many
waters. Peace is the calm which succeeds
the tempest, and hushes the billows of inter
est and passian to rest. Prosperity is the sun
whose beams produce plenty and eomfort.
Adversity is a portentous cloud impregnated
with discontent, and often bursts a torrent of
desolation and destruction.
Admiration and Love.—There is a wide
difference between admiration and love. The
sublime, which is the cause of the former,
always dwells on great objects, and terrible;
the latter on small ones, and pleasing. We
submit to what we admire, but we love what
submits to us: in one case we are forced, in
the other we are flattered, into compliance.
4 Great Painting.—A genius in Troy has
just commenced a great national picture—
The arrival of the first canal boat,” The
“fore-shortening” of the setting-pole, and the
“ Chiaro Oscuro” thrown around the steering
thing are admirable. It’s to be opened for
exhibition.— Mb. Knick.
A Shower of Fbogs.—One day last week,
says the Independance de la Moselle, during
a storm, the inhabitants of the village of
Vaux were astonished to see the houses and
streets covered with frogs. The quantity was
enormous. They are supposed to have been
drawn into the clouds from some large pond
at a distance.
The “ Greek Slave.”—The poor Irish
man that has to wheel a hod all day : for fifty
The following passage from one of Syd
ney Smith’s letters to Archdeacon Singleton,
rises above mere verbal punning:
“ Yeu must have read an attack upon me
by the Bishop of Gloucester, in the course of
which he says that I have not been appointed
to my situation as canon of St. Paul’s for my
piety and learning, but because I was a scoffer
and jester. Js not this rather strong for a
Bishop, and does it not appear to you, Mr.
Archdeacon, as rather too close an imitation
of that language which is used in the aposto
lic occupation of trafficking in fish ?"
(JtJ-Get not your friends by bare compli
ments, but by giving them sensible tokens of
your love; it is well worth while to learn how
to win the heart of a man the right way.—
Force is of no use to make or preserve a
friend, who is an animal that is never cau"ht
nor tamed but by kindness and pleasure.
Excite them by your civilities, and show
them that you desire nothing more than their
satisfaction ; oblige with all your soul that
1 friend who lias made you a present of his
I own.
80' “ Wheresoever man goes, Rat follows,
or accompanies him. Town or country are
equally agreeable to him. He enters upon
your house as a tenant at will, (his own, not
yours,) works out for himself a covered way
in your walls, ascends by it from one story to
another, and leaving you the larger apart
ments, takes possession of the space between
floor and ceiling, as an entresol for himself.
There he has his parties, and his revels, and
his gallopades, (merry ones they are,) when
you would be asleep, if it were not for the
spirit with which the youth and belles of
Rat-land keep up the ball over your head.”
fJCJ- A rather tedious old gentleman was re
lating the particulars of an accident at sea.
The vessel was struck by a ptodigious wave,
and “ the last that was seen of poor Frisbee,
he was clinging to a oundle of hay, and going
over and over.”
Convex, who had stood it with the courage
of a man and the courtesy of a gentleman,
here interrupted the narrator, and asked, with
a face and tone expressive of the deepest so
“ Did they suppose that it was his intention
to steal the hay ?"
If what the Paris papers tell ofMd’lle.
Alboni be true, she is certainly a masculine
nightingale, at all events. They say she is in
the habit of going about in male attire; that
she sometime amuses herself by calling on a
theatrical manager, in man’s costume, and
with a cigar in her mouth, announces herself
as the brother of the young vocalist, Alboni,
with whom he is in treaty. It is also said
that when she was in Germany, she used to
frequent beer houses, drinking and smoking
with the University students.
A beautiful young lady having invited
a plain elderly gentleman to dance with her,
he was astonished at the condescension, and
believing that she was in love with him, in a
very pressing manner, desired to know.hy
she had Elected him from the rest ot the com
pany. “ Because, sir,” replied th* lady, “my
husband commanded me to select such a part
ner as should not give cause for jealousy.”
A Yankee Journal states that there is a
man in Vermont who is so tall that he can’t
tell when his toes are cold 1 In alluding to
this monstrosity, another paper says: “ This
is probably the person who never allowed his
servant to sit up for him as he could put his
arm down the chimney and unbolt the street
fits’ We often accompany our alms with
such hardness towards the unfortunate object,
in holding out the hand of succor; we show
them a countenance so harsh and stern—that
a simple refusal would have been less heart
rending to them than charity so withering
and savage ; for pity, which seems to sympa
thise with their sorrows, consoles almost as
much as the liberality which is their succor.
jCj ■ It is an amusing thing to listen to the
buzz of voices round a dinner-table, all mixed
together in one general confusion; and then
' to take each couple separately, and attend to
: the conversation of each. Something of cha
racter may be learnt by an attentive observer,
even in such artificial scenes as these, where
every one is smirking and smiling, and intent
upon making himself appear (perhaps, the
very reverse of what he usually is) agreeable
and amiable.
Mere success is certainly one ot the
worse arguments in the world of a good cause,
and the most improper to satisfy conscience :
and yet we find, by experience, that in the
issue it is the most successful of all other ar
guments, and does in a very odd, but effectual
way, satisfy the consciences of a great many
men, by showing them their interest. '
s3* Captain Tobin, who is with the Texan
Rangers, writes as follows :
“ We’re in a starving condition out at the
Texas camp—nothing to eat except beef.pnA,
bacon, mutton, ham», renison, bear-nfeat,
snipe, ducks, plover,&c., and for desert, only
oranges, apples, pears, peaches, and delicious
fit?“We know of nothing more graceful,
either in French or English, says the New
World, than the following lines, original with
a certain Madame D’Houtetot, and translated
by no less a poet than Shelley :
When younff I loved. At that delicious age,
So sweet, so short, love was my sole delight;
And when I reached the season to be sage.
Still I loved on, for reason gave me right.
Age comes at length, and livelier joys depart,
Yet gentle ones still kiss these eyelids dim;
For still 1 love, and love consoles my heart,
What could console me for the loss oi him /
afiCJ* Grocer. —Well, Augustus, you have been
pprenticed now three months, and have seen
t he several departments of our trade. I wish
to give you a choice of occupation.
Apprentice.—Thank’ee, sir.
Grocer.—Well, now what part of the busi
ness do you like best ?
Augustus.—(With a sharpness beyond his
years)—Shuttin’ up, sir.
fg- A country surgeon who was bald, was
on a visit to a friend’s house, whose servant
wore a wig. After bantering him a consi
derable time, the doctor said, “ You see how
bald I am, and yet I don’t wear a wig,” to
which the servant, looking steadfastly at the
doctor, replied, “ True, sir, but an empty barn
requires no thatch.”
{jtj- Who is there that has not some distin
guishing feature, of mind as well as person,
to mark his moral individuality ? And if it
be a matter of Wonder that, out of millioms
of existing human faces, no two are precise
ly alike, surely it is no less so that no two
characters should unite exactly the same
qualities of mind or heart.
The most terrible sovereign in Europe
is the little Queen of Spain. She will have
her own way, and will not be reasoned with.
She swore that she would run away from
Madrid, and come to Paris, and stop with her
sister the Duchess de Montpensier. Hence
Christiana’s rapid ride to Madrid, for she was
afraid her daughter would really do so.
80- He that wants good sense is unhappy in
having learning, for he has thereby only more
ways of exposing himself, and he that has
sense, knows that learning is not knowledge,
but rather the art of using it.
80“ How little do we know the real state
of those whom we envy or compassionate.
We are apt to think of their outward circum
stances, not their inward feelings, when we
speculate on their happiness oi misery.
80 It is said that one great railway con
tractor, in England, has more than £7,000,-
000 of contracts incomplete at this moment;
and, although 2,000 workmen have recently
been discharged from his employ, he yet pays
£50,000 a week in wages alone.
80" “ Our court is getting in a pretty sort
of fame,” said Sir I to Sir ; “ the
papers quote nothing but jokes, and they fa
ther them all on you.”
“I don’t care what they father on me belong
ing to this court,” retorted the wit, “ so that
they do not quote me for its law.”
<jt> “ They say,” says Jules Janin, “ that
during the inundation of the Loire, when the
river had burst through every obstacle, when
the cottage fell beneath the shattered castle,
when the water spread in its immensity
across the barren country, one man remained
alone, erect upon the roof of his tottering
house—that man was finishing a tale by Alex
ander Dumas.”
80- A man down east has invented yellow
spectacles for making lard look like butter.
They are a great saving of expense—if worn
while eating.
8G" It is said that the Turks are the finest
looking men in the world. From all accounts
the Greeks are a set of mean fellows, and the
enthusiasm of Byron in their behalf was more
poetry than reason.
80- A comfortable four ’wheeled carriage
with brown ornaments and iron wheels, has
been recently discovered in a three story
house dug out at Pompeii.
Spot on the Sun. —Sir John Herschel
states that the black centre of the Sun Spot,
May 25, 1837,’ would have allowed the globe
of the earth to drop through it, leaving a
thousand miles clear of contact on all sides
of that tremendous gulf.
80- Opportunity,—which makes thieves,
makes lovers also, and is the greatest of all
SO" A writer on school discipline says:—
“ Without a liberal use of the rod it is im
possible to make boys smart."
80" When do we begin to love people ?
When they begin to let us look into their
hearts, and their hearts are found to be worth
looking into.
There are persons foolish enough to be
lieve that poverty is possessed of sanctifying
influences, and that, like love, it can thrive
joyously on a crust in a cottage.
Copn Very.—The Boston Bee is responsi
ble for the following story—as rich an in
stance of verdancy as we have met with,
A gentleman from thp country (says that
paper) now stepping at one of our hotels,
entered into conversation with one of the*
boarders, asking questions about the Fair at
Quincy Hall,&b.; after some minutes con
versation, the boarder drew qut his cigar
case and asked the countryman :
“ Will you take a cigar, sir
“ Wa-a-al, 1 don’t mind if I dew,”was the
The cigar was passed to him, and, also, one
which the boarder was smoking, for the pur
pose o( ‘giving him a light.’ He carefully
placed the cigar first handed to him in his ■
pocket; took his knife and cut off that end
of the lighted one which bad been in the
mouth of his generous friend, and commenc
ed smoking the remainder, remarking—
“ It ar’n’t often that a man from the coun
try runs foul of so clever a feller, in the city,
as you am.’
. 80’ In nature there is no season.that has
not its charms. It is believed that no healthy
frames and minds at ease, there will never
cease to be inspiring music in the wild winds
of November, as something we love to gaze
upon in the gloomy strife of the elements.
How much poetry there is in the sound of
tempests, as we are seated over the evening
fire! Nay, terrors of winter would be
no terrors, if men were well provided for
that season. On the contrary, all would de
light, warmly clad, to ru3 h forth into the
clear clasping air, and feet the blood tingle
in the veins at the healthy influence of cold
would sally forth to the pleasures of skat
ing, walking, riding, or to the many duties
which life in town and country presents.
Who does not remember the pleasures and
active labors of winters gone as amongst the
most delightful portions of past life ? No,
truly, in nature there is nothing melancholy;
God has framed us to draw enjoyment from
every change that comes and every wind that
. 80" A complete collection of the engrav
ings of Rembrandt, lett by the late Count
Verstoelk Van Soelen, has just been publicly
sold at Amsterdam. The “ Rembrandt with
the Sword” went off at 3600 f.; the “ Flight
into Egypt” 752 f.; the “ Resurrection of
Lazarus,” otherwise “ the piece of the 100
florins,” sold at 1202 f.; same subject, 600 f.;
same subject, 398 f.; the “Cure of the Sick
Man,” called “ the engraving at 100 florins,”
sold for only 3200 f.; the Christ Presented to
the People,” 1900 f.; portrait of Franze
3300 f.; a portrait, of Zelling, 3600 f.; and
several other portraits at high prices. The
work of Bol,and that of Lieven Van Alies were
sold together for 10,400 f. The entire collec
tion of engravings of the late M. Verstoelk
Van Soelen, .produced 70,660 f. Almost the
whole of it was purchased on account of the
British Museum.
. (KI" Profit or pleasure there is none in swear-!
ing, nor anything in men’s natural tempers to
incite them to it. For though some men peur
out oaths so freely, as if they came naturally
from them, yet surely no man is born of a
swearing constitution.'
80" The foibles of the Yankee (says a Yan
kee) spring from the best traits of his charac
ter. He guesses and catechises because he
thirsts for knowledge; he whittles because
he is ingenious and inventive ; he sings psalm
tunes because he is religious; and he whistles
because he is contented and happy.
.80“ “ What are you doing there, Solomon .”’
said the master of a broad-river boat, a few
evenings since, as he make the cable fast to a
tree for the night. “I’m only drivin a nail
in the boat at the edge of the water, to see if
the river will rise any afore morning ?”
ArpALLiNa Incident.—The lobsters ex
posed on the marble slab of a fish stand in
the market, were observed the other day to
weep copiously and wring their claws when a
passing organ played ‘ By the Sad Sea Waves.’
80“ The Brazilians consider plumpness an
essential point of female beauty; and the
greatest compliment that can be paid to a
Brazilian lady is te tell her that she grows
fatter and fairer every day.
80* When a man chooses the reward of vir
tue, he should remember that to resign the
pleasures of vice is part of his bargain.
80“ If our police officers have nothing else
to do, they can arrest the public attention.
At Turin, on the evening of the 23d, a poor
player of a street organ was arrested and
thrown into prison for playing, amongst other
tunes set en his barrel, the hymn to the
80 A coquette is defined as one who wants
to engage the men without engaging her
Royal Candor.—George 11. being in
formed that an impudent printer was to be
punished for having published a spurious
king’s speech, replied that he hoped the pun
ishment would be ot the mildest sort, because
he had read both, and, as far as he underatood,
either of them, he liked the spurieus speech
better than his own.
No. 141 Fulton St., N. Y.
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