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VOL. 3.
FEBRUARY, 16, I860.
NO. 2.
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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
Youth brightest fancies view;
Hope paints the vision as it flies,
Rose-tinted—love's own hue.
Stern manhood hath its varied
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
The poet speeds along,
And gathers buds of beauteous dyes
To weave in deathless soDg.
Now seeks the wide and princely
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
"It's meed the martyr's crown!"
0 world of transitory bliss!
If thus thy vision fly,
Welcome the hour that calls from
To lasting joys on high!
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
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
Cometh transformed and enrobed in
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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
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
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.
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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.
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
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
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.
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?
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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
Oh, for.t-ie young lions and lion
esses tha caught in the cleft
«tHikii ave i •
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.
soon earn
A letter from Rome in the Union
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 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
Unless it pressed mine own;
I'd rather love the perfect form
Carved out of Parsian stone.
I will not worship eyes, though
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.
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
By great hearts to him unknown;
Noble things the great Past prom
Holy dreams, both strange and
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
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,
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
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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
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
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
'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."

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