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rs i * ■ Wiimù IL;\ < l ■ P Mi Wl iV 3* if S 3 \ j \ i * « 4 4« = VOL. 3. GEORGETOWN, SUSSEX COUNTY/ LES.,., FEBRUARY, 16, I860. NO. 2. (■ . . P0ETSÏ, DREAM-LAND. BY MARY D. R. BOYD. Traced on the window's crystal pane By elfin's feathery dart, The thoughts that from the »lumb erer's brain With morning's light depart. The cradled babe with snowy brow, And lips half oped to kiss,— Angels are stooping o'er him now— Ho dreams—ho dreams of bliss. Pure as the snow 'neath moonlit skies, Youth brightest fancies view; Hope paints the vision as it flies, Rose-tinted—love's own hue. Stern manhood hath its varied schemes To wile the midnight hour; And in the witching world of dreams These thoughts have double power. Tho statesman feels his fingers clasp The baton's slippery hold; The miser in his trembling grasp Beholds the wished for gold. On fairy wings, through rainbowed skies, The poet speeds along, And gathers buds of beauteous dyes To weave in deathless soDg. Now seeks the wide and princely halls, Where lord and lady meet; Anon by ruined chapel walls, Or grotto's cool retreat. Bj flood, by fell, on ligbt'ning's wing, ■ ■ y Rock'd by the stormy main, Or full of soft imagining, He breathes his pensive strain. The captive sleeps in dungeon dim, 'Neath tyrant's stern control; Fetters are on each noble limb— "The iron in his soul." But ministoring angels bow His lowly conch above; A soft, light touch is on his brow— His heart is filled with lovo. Visions of bliss before him rise; Unheeded man may frown; "Be mine the martyr's death!" ho cries; "It's meed the martyr's crown!" 0 world of transitory bliss! If thus thy vision fly, Welcome the hour that calls from this To lasting joys on high! POPPING CORN. We were pepping corn, Sweet Kitty and I; It danced about, And it danced up high, The embers were hot, In their fiery light; And it went up brown. And it came down white, White and beautiful, Crimped and curled, The prettiest fairy dance in tho world! The embers were hot; In their fiery light, And it went up brown, And it came down white. Ah! many a time are the embers hot, Yet radiant, forth from the fiery light, Cometh transformed and enrobed in white. ■——-- - « » Bi»*"- —■ Hard Case. —The free negroes recently expelled from Arkansas, have published an appeal to the Christian world to protect them. They say Indiana shuts her doors upon them. Illinois denies prairie homes to them. Oregon will not re ceive them, and Minnesota is deba ting whether or nut she shall admit them. They complain of being for ced into a cold climate suddenly from a warm one, and present sad picture of the distress that they suf fer. A SEET6H, FACTS ABOUT THE BODY. There arc about two hundred bones in the human body, exclus! of the teeth. These bones are com posed of animal and earthly mater ials, the former predominating in youth and the latter in old see, ren dering the bones britlo. The most important of these bones is the spine, which is composed of twenty-four small bones, called the vertebrae, on top of the other, curiously hooked together and fastened by elastic ligaments, forming a pillar by which the human body is supported. The bones are moved by the mus cles, of which there aro more than five hundred. The rod meat beef, the fat being excluded, is the muscular fabric of the ox. There are two sets of muscles, one to draw the bones one way, and another to draw them back agara. We cannot better describe the muscles than comparing them to fine elastic thread bound up in their cases of skin. Many muscles terminate in tendons, which aro stout cords, such as may be seen traversing the back of tho had, just within the skin, and which can be observed to more when the hand is opened or shat. Every motion we make, even the involun tary one of breathing, is performed through tho agency of muscles. In adults there are fifteen quarts cf blood, each weighing about two pounds. This blood is of two kinds, arterial and venous. The first is the pure blood, as it leaves the heart to nourish the frame, and is of a bright vermillion color. The last is the blood as it flows into the heart loaded with the impurities of the body, to bo there refined, and w of a purple hue. Every pulsation of the heart sends out two ounces of arterial blood, and as there are from 70 to 80 beats in a minute, a hogs head of blood passes through the heart ever hour. In fevers the pul sations are accelerated and quently death ensuos if the fever is not chocked. The stomach is a boiler, if we may use such a 'figure, which drives the human engine. Two sets of muscles, crossing each other, turn the food over and over, churning it up in the gastric juice till it has been reduced to the consistency of thin paste. This process requires from three to four hours. Emerging from the stomach tho food enters the small intestines, where it is mixed with the bile and pancreatic juice, and converted into chyle. These small intestines twenty-four feet long, closely packed of course, and surrounded through their whole length with small tubes which aro like sockets, and drawing off the chyle, empty into a large tube namod tho thoraic duct, which runs up the back and discharges the contents into the jugular vein, whence it passes to the heart to sist in forming tho arterial blood. The lungs are two bags connected ve ono or coase a re with the open air by the wind pipe, which branches into innumerable small tubes, all over tho inside of tbo lunge, oaoh terminating in a mi nute air cell. The cutter surface ef the air cells is full Df small capillar ies, infinitely small veins, a thin membrane euly dividing the air from tho blood. The impure portion of blood is carbonic acid, which, having a stronger affinity for air than for blood, passes through this brane to a gaseous state, combines with the air in the air eells, and is expelled with tho next -respiration. Meanwhile the oxygen of the air unites with the blood, and becomes purified; then passing into the heart, being mixed with chyle, it is forced through the body as life-giving and arterial blood. The skin serves an important pur pose in carrying off impurities of the system. It is traversed with capil laries of the body. It is also perfo rated with countless perspiration tubes, the united length of whieh a mounts to twenty-eight miles, and which drains away from three to four pounds of waste matter every twenty-four hours or five-eights of all the body discharges. \.-:i .:is mem The neves aro another curious featuro of tbo animal economy. Thoy are, however, but little under stood; they act as feelers to tell the wants of the body, and also as con ductors to will the muscles to act. They branch out from the brain and spine over the whole frame in infi nitely fine fibres, like branches of twigs to trees. BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS. We have alroady mentioned that General John B. Planche, an esti mable citizen of New Orleans, who fought in Jackson's memorable bat tle, died in that city on the 2d inst. In a notice of his death the Delta says: An iucident with which the name of General Plauche is connected lias been made the text of one of the most invincible errors that has ever crept into history. It is a striking illustration of the difficulty of arrest ing a false statement whieh happens to interest the fancy of mankind. Nothing was ever more transparent ly absurd than the idea which is em bodied to nearly all the histories, poems and pictures relating to battle of New Orleans, than the as sertion that the mound behind which Jackson's array was entreuched was composed of cotton bales. The only basis cf this story was tho attempt of some young soldiers, in the rival ry which had sprung up after they had occupied the line of Rodriguez's canal, to increase the height and breadth of the parapet in front of them, by throwing in a few cotton bales. Others, too, were used to form the embrasures for the guus. These bales had been throwu out of a flat boat which had come down the to Jackson's carhp with flour, poijc, and other supplies, and were lying on the levee. They wore a portion of a lot which had been consigned to Major Plauohe, and had been sold by him to Vincent Nolte.—The speeulative efforts of the latter finan cier no doubt contributed to give form and currency to this story. He set up a preposterous claim for his cotton after the war, and, to maintain it, sot on foot the story of the great service it had rendered. We aro pleased te see that a recent ly published and highly spirited po etical description of the battle of the 8th of January, by Thomas Dunn English, this vulgar fiction is very effectually disposed of: No cotton bales before ns, Some fot! that falsehood told; Before us was an earthwork, Built from tho swampy mould. Major Plaucho, by the ordors of Gen. Jackson, as soon as it was dis covered that a few bales of cotton had beon used in making the para pet, and that they greatly endan gered the the strength of the works, and exposed the ammunition to ox plosion by the flying particles of burning lint, had the bales taken out and thrown into the river. . SWINGING IN THE BARN. Swing away, From tho great cross-beam— Through the scented clover-hay, Sweet as any dream! Higher yet! Up between the eves. Where the grey doves cooing flit 'Twixt the sun-lit leaves. Here we go! Whistle, merry wind! 'Tis a lang day you must blow Lighter hearts to find. Swing away! Sweep the rough barn floor, While we gaze on Arcady, Framed in by the door. One, two, three! Quick, the round red sun, Hid behind yon twisted tree, Means to end the fun! Swing away! Over husks and grain! Shall we over bo as gay If we swing again? (■ . . A FAJiiE AND A WESSON of . An old ion, among other precepts that ho j' -ve his ion, chargod him that he ihould never fight with a man; becs if ho was not too strong, hi would, at least, be too crafty. le .young lion heard him, but regarded. di;m not; and, fore, *s ever , ho was lull gi »jthijÄL, i-.broadf' to reek man to bestis iuomy. He came in to a field and saw a yoke of oxen standing ready furnished to plow, and asked, them if they were men. They said,'"No; but that a man had put these lyokes upon them." He left them, and went aside, and es pying a horse bridled and tied to a tree, askec him if he were a man. He answered, "No, but that a man had bridled him, and would by-and by come to? rjde him." At last, he found a man cicaving wood, and ask ed him; sind finding him to be so, told him that ho must prepare to fight with Inin. The man told him, "With all hi» heart." But first de sired him to help draw the wedge eut of that tree, and then he would. The youngTTon thrust in his paws, and in a little while opened the tree till the wedge fell out, and the tree closed uponThis feet by its returning violence. ..j The man,;seeing the lion fastoned, and the honj seeing himself entrap ped, the map cried io his neighbors to come to ^is help; and the lion, to escape his dinger, tore his feet from the tree, and left his nails and blood behind hiiu; and returning with shame and smart to his old farther, «aid to hits: "I had not lost my nails had I obeyed my papa's com mands." Oh, for.t-ie young lions and lion esses tha caught in the cleft «tHikii ave i • ' . BE UP AND DOING. DOING. Whoever becomes a man of in fluence by sitting-under the harrow of despondency? What drone ever benefits the world, his friends himself? There is nothing like tion coupled with cheerfulness. We see it everywhere. Who is he sit ting on that empty barrel at the corner? A man with no energy, a prey to grief. He does not know what to do, and how to start. Who is that man standing in the market place? A lazy, do-little sort of a vagabond, who hardly earns his bread and button Do you wish to become such a character? If not, arouse yourself; away from the arm chair, up from the gutter, out of the downy bed. Move your arms, kick your feet, and start about; give the blood a chance to ciroulate through the veins, and the air of heayon to enter your lungs. Seize the first job presented and despatch it at once, up for tho pay, and getanoth othcr forthwith, you will enough to purchase a wheelbarrow or a hand cart, and then will begin to lire. Who knows what you may become? Energy is half omnipo tent. Small beginnings end iD large gains; a penny well turned brings a fortune. Resolve then, to do something, and our word for it, you will bless us to your dying day for our plain-spoken advice. or M* soon earn THE CHAINS OF ST. PETER. A letter from Rome in the Union says: I have recently witnessed the cel ebration of a religious festival which the Romans always observe wiYh par ticular fervor—I allude to the feast of St. Peter in Vinculis, during which the chains which fettered St. Peter in his dungeon at Jerusalem and Rome are exposed for a woek to the veneration of the faithful. It is well known that, by divine permis sion, and in order to remove the doubts which had arisen in certain minds, the two chains used to bind St. Peter at Jerusalem and Rome clung together When brought in con tact, and became so olosely joined that it is now »impassible to tell where one ^pds and the other be gins. * These chains are preserved in tho Church of St. Peter in Vin culis, built A. D. 442, by the Em press Eudoxia, wife of Valentine III., Emperor of tho West. This Princess presented to Pope Leo the chain with which St. Peter was bound by Herod's command in the prison of Jerusalem, having herself received it as a gift from Juvonal,, the patriarch of that city. The church was rebuilt in the Sixteenth Century and modifiod in the Seven thero-pfeenth. It contains the magnifioent statue of Moses, by Miobaa) Angelo, aland masy admirable pailÿiÂgS by Guercino, Domonchino, Guido, and Guilo Romano.—During the week the ohurch was crowded with people, all the more anxious to kiss the chains sanctified by the sufferings of the Prince of Apostles, as these ven erable roiic3 aro only exposed at this festival, and cannot bs seen at an other time without an express per mission from the Popo. The Holy Father, attended by several prelatos attached to the household, camo to the church to join in the prayers of the faithful, and venerate these pre cious chains which bound the first pastor of the Church whose seat he at present fills, I WOULD NOT. I would not kiss the sweetest lip Unless it kissed me to; As well from the young rose-bud sip, The morning's clear cold dew. Nor clasp a hand, though soft and warm, Unless it pressed mine own; I'd rather love the perfect form Carved out of Parsian stone. I will not worship eyes, though bright And beautiful they be; Unless they bend their living light On me—and only me! I would not love a form that Heaven Itself had stamped divine; If I but dreamed his love was given To other hearts than mine. THE PRESENT. Do not crouch to-day, and worship The old Past, whose life is fled, Hush your voice to tender reverence: Crown'd he lies, but cold and dead; For the Present reigns our monarch, With an added weight of hours, Honor her, for she is mighty! Honor her, for she is ours! See the shadows of his heroes Girt around her cloudy throne; Aud each day the ranks are streng then'd By great hearts to him unknown; Noble things the great Past prom ised, Holy dreams, both strange and new; But the Present shall fulfill them; What ho promised, she shall do. She inherits all his treasures, She. is heir to all his fume, And the light that lightens round tier Is the lustre of his name; She is wise with all his wisdom, Living on his grave she stands. On her brow she bears his laurels, And his harvests in her hands. Coward, can sho reign'and conquer If we thus her glory dim? Let us fight for her as nobly As our fathers fought for him. God, who crowns the dying ages, Bids her rule* and us obey— Bids us cast our lives before her, With our loving hearts to-dayl WITCHCRAFT. In 1669, at Mora, in Sweden, of many who were put to death, seven ty-two women agreed in the follow ing avowal: That they were in the habit of meeting at a place called Blocula. That on their calling out "dome forth," the Devil used to ap pear to thorn in a gray coat, red breeches, gray stockings with a ted beard, and a peaked hat with parti colored feathers, on his head. He then enforced upon them, not with out blows, that they must bring him, at nights, their own and other peo- ' pie'sghildren, stolen for the purpose. ! They travel through the air to Bloc ula either on beasts, or on spits or broomsticks. When they have many children along they rig on an addi tional spar to lengthen the back of tho goat or their broomstick, that the ; the children may have room to sit. was At Blocula they sign their name the in blood, and arc baptized. The Devil is a humorous, pleasant gentle man, but his table is coarse enough, ; which makes the children sick on j their way home, the product being the so-called witeh butter found in i the fields. When the Devil is larky, j ho solicits the witches to dance a by rowan him on tb<flr brooms, which ho suddenly pulls from undor them, and uses to beat them with, till they are black and blue. He laughs at this joke till his sides shake again. of Sometimes he is in a more gracious mood, and plays to them airs upon the harp. It is only one hur/dred and sixty seven years since they were hanging witches in New England, to of he DROWNING THE SQUIRREL. When I was about six years old, one morning, going to school, n ground squirrel ran into his hole the ground before me, as they like to dig their holes in'some open place where they can put their heads out to see if any danger is near. I thought new I will have fine fun. As there was a stream of water just at hand, I deternined to pour water into the hole till it would be full, and force the little animal up, bo that I might kill it. I got a trough beside a sugar maplo, used for catch ing sap, and was soon pouring water upon tho squii rel. I could heal' it struggle to get up, and said, "Ah, my fellow, I will have you out now." ■ * I Just then I heard a voice behind me. "Well, my boy, what have you got thore?" I turned and Haw one of my neighbors, a good old man with long white locks, that had seen sixty winters. "Why," said I, "I have a ground squirrel in here, and I am going to drown him out." Said he, "Jonathan, when I was a little boy, more than fifty years ago, I was engaged one day just as you are, drowning a ground-squirrel; and an old man came along and said to me, 'You are a little boy; now it you was down in a little hole like that, and I should come and pour water down upon you to drown you* would you not think it was cruel? God made the little squirrel, and life is as sweet to it as you; and why will you torture to death a little in nocent creature that God has made?"' forgotten that, and never shall. I never have killed any harmless crea ture for fun since. Now, my dear boy, I want you to remember this while you live, and when tempted to kill any poor little innocent animal or bird, think of this, end mind* God don't allow us to kill his pretty little creatures for fun?" More than forty years have since passed, and I never forgot what tho good man said, nor have I ever kill ed the least animal for fun since that advice was first given, and it has not lost its influence yet. How many little creatures it has saved from being tortured to death 1 can not tell, but I have no doubt » great number, and I believe my whaj| life has been influenced by The new dime has been issued from the Mint. It differs from the old coinage in sevoral respects. Tbo Goddess of Liberty is in a siting posi tion as on tho oli coin, but instead of the encircling stars there aro the ' words "United States of America." ! The words "One Dime" on the other side of tho coin are in a wreath of ce* reals, instead of the old fashioned wreath ot leaves. We don't think it as neat a coin as the old one, and par* ticularly object to the obliterating of tho stars—lung may they shine. Said he, "I have never it. OLD JOKE. 'Tis a very ancient saying Time till now has proved it true; "Do unto all your neighbors, As yeu would have them do to you.''' But another saying now prevails, Of an entirely different hne— "Be sure and do your neighbors* Or they'll certainly do you." THE NEW DIME.