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TRMS s ONS DOLLAR AND FIFTT CUfTS rsm AaacM, a viae. yOL. 39, NO. 36. WARREN, TRUMBULL COUNTY, OHIO, WEDNESDAY APRIL 25, 1855 WHOLE NO. 2012- PUBLISHED BY BAPGOOO & ADAPTS, lariti block. Poetry. APRIL. There's joy in the valley. And joy on the hills, A gashing of torrent, Ji laughter of rills. An echo of gladness. From many a dell. For Spring's happy spirit Has broken the spell. There's joy in the forest, A musical din. For frolicking breexes . Are stealing within ; And birds on their pinions Their roundels) s sing, While beauty seems dwelling In eTery thing. The dew-drop that nestle In each Sow'rets cup. The glad sunshine seeth, , And drinketh them up ! The buds are as gently Unfolding their leaves. As the fall oi those blessings Our spirit receives. The clouds that are floating So lightly and free. Appear to our vision lake ships on the sea. And glitters each rain drop. Like some sea-washed gem. On fiow'ret expanding. On bud and on stem. We hail thee, sweet April, Best month in the year ; Thy coming brings gladness, . The lonely to cheer ; In holiday vestments The earth is now seen. And rich is her carper Of beautiful green. WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS. H. W. LONGFELLOW. A mist was driving down the British channel. The day had just begnn. And through the window panes on floor and panel Streamed the red autumnal sun. It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon. And the white sails of ships. And from the frowning rampart the black cannon Hailed it with feveris lips. Sand wish and Bomney, Hastings, Hythe and Dover, Were all alert that day. To tee the French war steamers speeding over, Whsn the fog cleared away. Sullen and silent and like couchant lions. Their cannon, through the night, Holding their breath, bad watched in grim defiance The sea-coast opposite. And now they roared at drum-beat from their stations On every citadel, aeh answering eich with morning salutation That all was well. And down the coast, all taking np the burden, Replied the distant forts. As if t summon from this sleep the Warden And Lord of the Cinque Ports. Him shall no sunshine from the field of asnre, - He drum-beat from the wall. No morning gun from the black fort's embrasure. Awaken with their call. Ho more surveying with an eye Impartial The long line of the coast. Shall the gaunt figure of the old Field Marshal Be seen upon his post. For in the night, unseen, a single warrior. In sombre harness mailed. Dreaded of man, and sumamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed Into the chamber of the sleeper. That dark and silent room. And as he entered, darker grew and deeper The silence and the gloom. He did not pause to parley or dissemble. Bat smote the Warden boar. An, what s blow ! that made all England tremble And groan from shore to shore I Meanwhile, without, the surly cannon waited. The sun rose bright o'er head, Kothing in Nature's aspect intimated That a great man was dead. ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIS BROTHER. ON READING HIS "LIFE AND LETTERS." Ton might have won the Poet's name. If such be worth the winning now. And gained a laurel for your brow Of sounder leaf than I can claim ; Bat you have made the wiser choice, A life that mores to gracious ends Through troops of nnrecording friends, A deedful life, a silent voice ; And you have missed the irreverent doom Of those that wear the Poet's crewn ; Hereafter neither knave nor clown Shall hold their orgies at your tomb. For now the Poet cannot die. Nor leave his music as of old. Bat round him, ere he scarce be cold. Begins the scandal and the cry ; "Proclaim the faults he would not show ; Break lock and seal ; betray the trust ; Keep nothing sacred ; 'tis but just The many headed beast should know," Ah, shameless ! for he did but sing A song that pleased us from its worth ; No public life was his on earth. No blasoned statesman he, nor king. He gave the people of his best ; His worst he kept, his best he gave. My Ehakespere's curse on clown and knave. Who win not let hit ashes reel ! Who make it seem more sweet to be The little life of bank and briar. The birds that pipe his lone desire And dies unheard within his tree. Than he that warbks long and loud And drops at Glory's temple-gates. For whom the carrion vulture waits To tear his heart before the crowd ! Cum ate of Japan. Com. Perry, in a letter on the character of the trade that may be carried on by our people with Japan, 6ays the climate of that country corresponds in many respects with that of oar Atlantic States from Maine to South Carolina inclusive, and requires for the comfort of the inhabitants w armer vestments then can be made from our cotton goods. They have no material for the manufacture of woolen cloths, and are therefore obliged to accustom them selves to clothing altogether unsuited 10 the weather. They raisa no sheep, and no useful quadruped beside; t!;e horse for the road.and war purposes, and a few cattle for the plough. Their religion for bids the destruction of warm blooded animals for food; there is therefore many fish and vegetables and eggs. The cli. mate of the Lew Chew Islands is milder, cotton answering for their clothing. The inhabitants indulge in animal fool to small extent. ON READING HIS "LIFE AND LETTERS." Choice Miscellany. From Dickens' Household Words. PRINCE BULL. AN ENGLISH FAIRY TALE. The following "Legend" is a very happy satire upon the English Ministry and Government. The allusions, our young readers will bear in mind, are all hits at the conduct of the war with Rus sia, and under the guise of the "tyrannl cal old Godmother whose name was Tape," they will find a severe yet most amusing carricature of the stiff and ped antic rules of government, which have made all energetic management impo-si blc, by placing power not in the hands of statesmen and men of genius, but in those of the "red-tapists," the prim, re spectable -set of clerks, 'and nothing more' who now rule the British people. The satire shows the spirit which is moving in that nation, and which may before long sweep away (he aristocracy of wealth and name, to mate room for the rule of men whose genius and hearty sympathy with the people, marks them as nature's nobility. Once upon a time, and of course it was in the Golden Age, and I hope you may know when that was, for I am sure I don't, though I have often tried to find out, there lived in a rich and fertile coun try, a powerful Prince whose name was Bull. He had gone through a great deal of fighting in his lime, about all sorts of things, including nothing; but, had grad ually settled down to be a steady, peace able, good-natured, corpulent, rather sleepy Prince. This puissant Prince was married to a lovely Princess whose name was Fair Freedom. She had brought him a large fortune, and had borne him an im mense number of children, and had set them to spinning, and farming, and en gineering, and soldiering, and tailoring, and doctoring, andlawyering,and preach ing, and all kinds of trades. The cof fers of Prince Bull were full of treasure, hit cellars were crammed with delicious wines from all parts of the world, and the richest gold and silver plate thai ever was. seen adorned his sideboards; his sons were strong, his daughters hand some, and in short you might have sup posed lhat if there ever lived upon earth a fortunate and happy Piince, the name of that Prince, tiffce him for all in all, was assuredly Prince Bull. But appearances, as we all know, are not always to be trusted far from it: and if they had led to this conclusion respecting Prince Bull, they would have led you wrong, as they often have led me. For, this good Prince had two sharp thorns in his pillow, two hard knots in his crown, two heavy loads on his mind, two unbridled night-mares in his sleep, two rocks in his course. He could not by any means get servants to suit him. And he had a tyrannical old god-mother whose name was Tape. She was a Fairy, this Tape, and was a bright led all over. She was disgust- ingly prim and formal, and could never bend herself a hairs breadth this way or that way, out of her natural crooked shape. But, she was very potent in her wicked art. She could stop the fastest thing in the world, change the strongest thing to the weakest, and the most use ful into the most useless. To do this she had only to put her cold hand upon it, and repeal her own name, Tape. Then it withered away. At the Court of Prince Bull at least I don't mean literally at the court, be cause he was a'genteel Prince and read ily yielded to his godmother, and she always reserved the court for his hered itary Lords and Ladies in the domin ions of Prince Bull, amoDg the, great mass of the community who were called in the language of that polite country the Mobs and Snobs, were a number of very ingenious men, who were always busy with some invention or other, for promo ting the prosperity of the Prince's subjects and augmenting the P.rince's power. But, whenever they submitted their mod els for the Prince's approval, his god mother stepped forward, laid her hand upon them, and said "Tape." Hence it came to pass, that when any particularly good discovery was made, the discoverer usually carried it off to some other Prince in foreign parts who had no old god mother who said ' Tape." This was not on the whole an advantageous state of things for Prince Bull, tonhe best of my understanding. The worst of it was, that Prince Bull had in course of years lapsed into such a state of subjection to this unlucky god mothei, that he never made any serious effort to rid himself of her tyranny. I have said that was the worst of it, bul there I was wrong, because there is a worse consequence still, behind. The Prinw's numerous family became so downright sick and tired of Tape, that when they should have helped the Prince out of the difficulties into which the evil creature led him, they fell info a danger ous habit of moodily keeping away from him in an impassive and indifferent man ner, as though they had quite forgotten that no harm could happen to the Prince their father, without its inevitably affect ing themselves. Such was the aspect of affairs at the court of Prince Bull, when this great Piince found it necessary to go to war with Prince Bear. He had been for sometime very doubtful of his servants, who besides being indolent and addicted to enriching their families at his expense, domineered over him dreadfully ; threat ening to discharge themselves if they were found the least fault with, pretend ing that they had done a wonderful amount of work when they had done nothing, making the most unmeaning speeches that ever were heard in the Prince's name) and uniformly showing themselves to be very inefficient indeed: though that some of them, had excellent characters from previous situations is not to be denied. Well, Prince Bull called his servants together, and said to them one and all, "Send out my army against Prince Bear. Clothe it, aim it, provide it with all the necessaries and continren cies, and I will pay tho piper ! Do your duty by my brave troops," said the Prince, "and do it well, and I will pour my treasure out like water, to defray the cost. Whoever heard me complain of money well laid out!" Which indeed he had reason for saying, inasmuch as he was well known to be a generous and munificent Prince. When the servants heard those words, they sent out the army against Prince Bear, and they set the army tailois to work, and the army provision merchants and the makers of guns both great and small, and the gunpowder makers, and the makers of balls, shells, and shot; and they bough, up all the stores and ships, without troubling their heads about the price, and appeared to be so busy that (he good Prince rubbed his hands, and (using a favorite expression of his,) said, "It's all right!" But, while they were thus employed, the Prince's god mother, who was a great favorite with those servants, looked in upon them con tinually all day long, and whenever she popped in her head at the door, said, "How do you do, my children ? Wtat are you doing here ? " " Official busi ness, god-mother." "Oho ! " says the wicked Fairy. Tape!" And then the business all went wrong, whatever it was, and the servants' heads became so addled and muddled that they thought they were doing wonders. Now, this was very had conduct on the part of the vicious old nuisance, and she ought to have been strangled, even if she had stopped here, but, she didn't stop here, as you shall learn. For, a number of the Prince's subjects, being very fond of the Prince's army, who were the bravest of men, assembled together and provided all manner of eatables and drinkables, and books to read, and clothes to wear, and tobacco to smoke, and can. dies to burn, and nailed them up in great packing-cases, and put them on board a great many ships to be carried out to that brave army in the cold and inclement country where they were fighting Prince Bear. Then, up comes this wicked Fairy as the ships were weighing anchor, and says :. " How do you do, my child reu ? What are you doing here?" We are going with all these comforts to the army, godmother." ' Oho!" says she, "a plea sant voyage, my darlings. Tape!" And from that time forth, those enchanted ships went sailing, against wind and tide and season, round and round the world, and when they touched at any port were or dered oiT immediately, and could never land their cargoes anywhere. This, again, was very bad conduct on the part of (his vicious old nuisance, and she ought to have been strangled for it il she had done nothing worse; but she did something still worse, as you shall learn. For siie got astride her official broomstick, and muttered as a spell theso two sen tences, "On Her Majesty's service," and, "I have the honor to be, sir, your most obedieut servant," and presently alighted in the cold and inclement country where the army of Prince Bull were encamped to fight the army of Prince Bear. On the seashore of that country, she found piled together, a number of houses for the army to live i:i, and a quantity of pro visions for the army to live upon, and a quantity of clothes for the army. to wear; white, sitting in the mud gazing at them, were a group of officers as red lo look at as the wicked old woman herself. So, she sail to one of them, "Who are you my darling, and how do you do?" "1 am the Quarter-Master General's Depart ment, godmother, and 1 am pretty well." Then she said to another, "Who are you, my darling, and how do you do?" " I am the Cormnissaiiat Department, god mother, and 1 am pretty well." Then she said to another, "Who are you, my darling, and how do you do." "1 am the head of the Medical Department, godmo ther, and I am pretty well." Then she said to some gentlemen scented with lav ender, who kept themselves at a great distiince from the rest, "And who are you, my pretty pets, and how do you do?' And they answered, "We-aw are the-aw. Slaff-aw Department, godmother, and we are very well indeed." " I am delighted to see you all, my beauties," says the wicked old Fairy, " Tape!" Upon that, ihe houses, clothes and provisions, all mouldered away; and the soldiers who were sound, fell sick ; and the soldiers who were sick, died miserably; and the noble army of Prince Bull perished. When the dismal news of his great loss was carried to the Prince, he "suspected his godmother very much indeed ; but lie knew that his servants must have kept company w ith the malicious beldame, and must have given way to her, and there. fjre he resolved to turn those servants cut of their places. So, he called to him a Roebuck who had the gift of speech, and he said, "Good Roebuck, tell them they must go." The good Roebuck delivered his message, so like a man that you might have supposed him to be nothing but a man and they were turned out but not with out warning, for that they had had a long time. And now comesthe most extraordinary part of the history of the Prince. When he had turned out thoso servants, of course he wanted others. What was his astonishment to find that in all his domin ions, which contained no less than twenty, seven millions of people, there were not above five-and-twentv servants al!o-eth-er! They were so lofty about it, too, tha1 instead of discussing whethcrthey should hire themselves as servants to Prince Bull, they turned things toysturvey, and con sidered whether as a favor, they should hire Prince Bull to be their master! While they were arguing this point among themselves quite at their leisure, the wicked old red fairy was incessantly going up and down, knocking at the door of twelve of the oldest of the five-and-twenty, who were the oldest inhabitants in all that country, and whose united ages amount to one thousand, saying, "Will you hire Prince Bull for your master? Will you hire Prince Bull for your master?" To which, one answered, " I will, if next door will and another, "I can't if he, she or they, might, could, would, or should." And all this time Prince Bull's affairs were going to rack and ruin. At last, Prince Bull in the height of his perplexity assumed a thoughtful face, as if he were struck by an entirely new idea. The wicked old Fairy, seeing this, was at his elbow directly, and said, "How do you do, my Prince, and what are you thinking of?" " I am thinking godmoth er," says he, "that among the seven-and-twenty millions of my subjects who have never been in service, there are men of intellect and business who have made me very famous both among my friends and enemies." "Aye, truly?" says the Fairy. " Aye, truly," says the Prince. " And what then?" says the Fairy. " Why, then," says hv, "since the regu lar old class of servants do so ill, are so hard to get, and carry it with so high a hand, perhaps I might make good servants of some of these." The words no sooner passed his lips than she returned chuck ling, " You think so, do you? Indeed, my Prince! Tape!" Thereupon he di rectly forgot what he was thinking ofand cried out lamentably to (he old servants, t "O, do come and hire your poor old mas ter ! Pray do! On any terms." And this, for the present, finishes the story of Prince Bull. I wish I could wind it up by saying that he lived happy ever! afterwards, but I cannot in my conscience j do so ; for, with Tape at his elbow, and; j his estranged children fatally repelled by j her from coming near him, I do not, to. Uell you the plain truth, believe in the pos sibility of such an end to it. Seeing the Elephant. Passengers who travel by the New Yoik and New j Haven cars have a "rand chance of '-see-j ing the elephant.'- Going from New York, I the cars pass the farm of P. T. Barnum, a mile or so before reaching Bridgeport, Cl. On that firm, and in plain view! from the Railroad, an elephant may bej seen every pleasant day, attached to a large plow, and doing up the "sub soiling" j in first rate style, at the rale of about j three distinct double horse learns. The i animal is perfectly tractable. 1 lis attend- j ant rides him, while a colored man guides! the plow. The elephant is also used for caning large loads of gravel in a cart ar ranged purposely for him, and in drawing stone on a stone boat or drag, in piling up ! wood, timber, 5c., and it) making himself generally nscful. Sort words soften cur own soul. From Peterson's Magazine. LAVENDER AND PINKS. BY FANNY SMITH. Do you know, dear reader, what a bou quet of lavender and pinks is like? Can you conceive that the far-famed airs from "Araby the blest," are dull in theii spicy fragrance compared with them? One pleasant June morning, as I was tearfully watching the lonjj willow branch es sway back and forth in the light breeze, thinking how in their graceful motions they were like the loving arms which once had entwined my neck, and were now palsied and cold in death, and saying to my heart "there is no sorrow like to my sorrow" my hostess entered with a bunch of lavender and pinks. Their perfume filled my room, and as I turned from the window by which I was leaning, to re ceive them, Mrs. A said quietly, "Will you have these flowers? they are my favorites, and I never like to put any others with them," and I knew by a slight quivering of the mouth, and the hasty manner in which she turned away, in stead of the usual few minutes chat, that there were "sad memories connected with my bouquet. The summer months passed pleasan'ly by in the little, low, old-fashioned cottage, with its two huge willow trees in front, and giant walnuts at the back, whose branches swayed amicably together over the roof; and always on my toilet table stood a bouquet of fragrant roses and state ly lilies, or of larkspurs, lady's slippers and coreopsis; but always in a separate bin cli, as long as they were in season, were a few spears of lavender and pinks. There was a quiet melancholy in niy hostess' face, which had from the first in terested me. I knew by the silvery hairs which so thickly threaded her raven bands, and by tho quiet kindness in her dark eyes, and by the low, unexcited tones of her voice, that the trials of life had swayed fearfully around her, and that now she was exhausted and asked only for rest. In the course of time I learned her his tory. As a girl, self-willed and high. spirited, sin; had married against the wishes of her friends, and after a few months of wild happiness, she awoke from herfever dream to find that he, for whom she had left friends and the luxuries of a wealthy home, was unworthy of the sacrifice. Year after year passed, and she found her idol shattered and but clay at her feet ; but with a woman's lndying faith she hoped on, through poverty, and desertion, and contumely, and she curbed her high spirit to gentle words, and went meekly about to make her home attractive, but, alas! in vain and after vears of sorrow and hope, she rested his dying head upon her bosom, and listened w ith an appalled heart to the blasphemous ravings of his delirium. And she laid him in his grave, and stilled the moaning of her heart, that she might care for the little ones vet left to comfort her. But a few months passed, and a new anxiety awaited her. The little babe that was jut beginning to lisp "ma ma" so lovingly, that was so winsome in its ways, so cooing and happy through all her trou bles the "man child" to whose future she was already looking, when he should ba her comfort and support, sickened and died. She laid him in his little coffin, compos ed his golden curls and waxen fingers, and knelt down and tried to thank God that he bad been saved from the trials and tempt ation to come. Wild sobs at times es caped her, as she thought of putting him from her warm bosom, and tender ei. cir cling arms, into the cold, unpitying grave; but the appeal of the dear Jesus, "Suffer little children to come unto mc and frrbid them not," should it be in vain? and with a fervent "Thy will be done," she laid her baby away from her. Time wore away to Mrs. A in the quiet discharge of hrr duties to her two remaining children. Hopes f r the crim ing future were beginning to dawn fairtly through the dark sorrows of the past, when a t rriblc accident befel her youngest child. Still the mother's heart and hand were not palsied. Day by day she lifted the little sufferer to the window, to feel tho cool breeze, or to gaze on the trees, the flowers, the sunset; night by night with trembling fingers she wiped the cold dews, caused by the racking pain, from its forele"ad: and stilled the wild cry that was going up from her own heart, to sing it to rest with sweet lullabys. At times, indeed, her strength would almost fail her. She would ru-di from the room, to esaapa the xvail from the white parched lips, and the longing, im ploring glance of her child's eye, to moan out, "oh, God ! oh, (Jod !" the only prayer she could utter for strength, and go hack wi:h smiles and cheerful tones to the bet! sido. ' ( ' At length the hour for the mortal strug gle came, and in her own arms the moth er held tho child, repulsinj with a sharp, " 4 jealous tone, all who offered to touch what hail now become so fearfully precious to her; and as she struggled with the con vulsed form, she turned away her head, that those looks of agony might not haunt her forever. Amid wind and rain, she laid her second child away from her; and when for nights after, the storm moaned sickening! among the willow branches and abound the house top, she longed to go out anil throw herself upon tho little grave, to protect the untroubled sleeper from its fury. At last the poverty which had so long stared her in the face disappeared. By the death of relatives, a sum which would make her comfortable for life, was se cured !o her, and her whole attention now was turned to the education of her re maming child. This daughter was grow ing up into a gentle, delbato girl, who seemed to have imbibed her mother's sor rows in infancy, so that she appeared never to have known the careless pleas ures of childhood, and the undimmed hopes of girlhood. Day by day the mother watched this last treasure, as fair and fragile as a pale lily Mossom, fearing that every rude wind would crush it to the earth sickening at the agonizing thought that perhaps this, her last comfort on earth, would be snatch ed from her too. The joung girl had unconsciously become her friend, coun sellor, teacher. To the watchful eye of love, which cannot be deceived, for its instincts are so sure, the change from week to wee be came more perceptible. The step was more feeble ; the voice lower than of old ; whilst the large eyes seemed filled with a mournful radiance; and the blue veins in the thin, white hands grew larger every day. Then the time came when the walks in the garden, which she had cultivated with so much care, had to be discontinued, and she ouly knew of its wealth and beauty by the fresh bouquets which were plucked daily ; though the only perfume for which she cared was that (if her lavender and pinks. A few sprigs of those were always on her bosom, their spiritless revived her so; and she would sit listlessly arranging the grey blue of the lavender with the white and crimson of the carnations, in the pleasant June sunshine, while visions of the far away land to which she was hastening, became more distinct the near er she approached it. One July morning found her too feeble to rise from her bed as usual; and when the morrow's sun arose, she was shrouded for the grave with a bouquet of her favor ite flowers on her bosom; seventeen years from the day on which she had been laid, a little wailing stranger, on the warm,'' palpitating bosom of her mother, she was laid again on the cold bosom of her mother earth, who stretched out htr cold arms to receive her. Then many talked of the wonderful resignation of the mother. They knew that it was the apathy of despair, leading almost to unbelief, that her faith had near, ly died out by reason of her many trials; and that as Job of old was advised, she was almost tempted to "curseGodanddie." But better feelings at last triumphed. From out among tho glowing stars she saw the loving eyes of those she lost look down upon her, and she heard their voices in the night wind that murmured around the cottage, and all pleasant things which God had created drew her with loving arms to them and Him ; and now where evf r there ore tossings on sick pillows, or weeping eyes, or breaking hearts, or immortal souls panting at the gates of the Eternal City, Mrs. A is there to coun sel and console. I now say no more to my heart, there is no sorrow like to my sorrow." ' The Fihst Weddino. We like short courtships, and in this, Adam acted like a sensible man he fell asleep a bachelor, and awoke to find himself a married man. He appears to have popped the question almost imniedia'ely af.er meeting Md'le Eve, an I she, without any fl nation or shyness, gave him a kiss and herself. Of that first wedding in this world we have had however, our own thoughts, and sometimes in a poetical mood, have wished we were the man "wot did it." Bul the deed is done the chance was Adam's, and he improved it. We l.ke the notion ol getting married ii a garden. It is in good taste. We like a priv tte wedding; Adam's was private. No envious beaux were t'.erc; no croaking old maids; chaptering aunts and gru:n blin" grandmo hers. The birds of heav cn were the minstrels, and the glad sky flung its light upon the scene. One thiug about the first wedding brings queer th'ngi to us, in in spite of scriptural truth. Adam and wi'Vs were rather young to be marr'u-d ome two or three days ol J, according to the sageit speculations of theoljians mere babies lar 'er but not older without experi ence, without a pot or kettle, notlrng but love and Edcti! A'twA'a tfessenyer From the Home Journal. LADIES' DRESS. Without drawing upon a nervously sen sitive temperament, it does not require a very fertile imagination, or brilliant fan cy, to realize a labor of love in the en deavor to interest the lady readers of the Homo Johrnal; for I know that, whether I state something worthy of being treas ured in memory, or give them any advice of immediate utility, either will be appre ciated. And, relying as their confiding nature always prompts them to upon the sincerity of a desire to please, they will, of course, take the will for a proportion of the deed. It is now pretty generally con ceded, and proclaimed by all intelligent foreigners who travel in this country, that, while the men of it are inferior to those of any other nation, still our women are su perior to them. Believing, as I do, most sincerely, in the correctness of this decis ion, I am induced to decline any credit for the discrimination which makes me prefer above all other juries before whom to be tried such as might be indiscrimi nately s3lected from the ladies who read this paper. Il is true, that the exercise of the supe rior intelligence of American women is confined to a narrow sphere, being depri ved, by domestic duties, from indulging the gift of inventive genius; yet, as a salvo which, we think, amounts to a just quid pro quo, they are free from the ignobling influence and debasing chase after the "almighty dollar;" while their sphere in cludes all the realm of interest worth liv ing for requiring as high an order of talent to properly fulfil, as to plan a siege of Sebastopol, or bring Spain to consent to reciprocity in our trade with Cuba. Schools fail of conferring the desired results, unless the homes of pupils furnish them the examples whereby to practice the theories learned at them: and among the multifarious duties and lessons to be learned at home, are those of dress and address; for it matters not how many for eign airs the travelled lady may bring home with her from a long voyage, all those which cannot stand the test of home criticism must be abandoned. And so it is with dress: the train that might very properly and modestly beeome the Em press Eugenia at the Tuileries, would call down ridicule upon almost any American lady who should display it at one of our most distinguished balls. Our ladies should reject, with equal distaste, the sumptuous display of the Loreltes of Paris and the tawdry bizarreries of the Gris cttes, and adhere to that juste milieu which is offered in a toilet of modest pretensions and price, distinguished for its freshness and elegance, instead of its luxury. Con fusion of color should be avoided ; and that which tones down on some and such as producces an enlivening effect, by heightening the lone of complexion, on others should be selected with the great est care as to nuance, and adhered to in defiance of milliners' anathemas. Ladies, as well as gentlemen, should exhibit an indigenous taste in their costumes, and all foreign fashions should be Americanised before they are "adopted; for, as there is a marked peculiarity observable in the personal appearance as well as in the habits of thought in Americans, so there should be an outward semblance of dress, in keeping with the erect attitude, noble bearing, and free air of an American cit izen. It would he simply ridiculous for us because the rulers, of the English and French people, have plunged them into a wicked, expensive, and frightfully decim ating war, so that mourning dresses are so numerous as to have made black the fash ionable color it would be ridiculous on' this account alone to make Wacithe fash, ionable color here ; particularly while we are on the crest of the highest wave of prosperity. There is a time tor every- thing, and in the order of events it does not seem proper that we should go into mourning just yer, and thus lower the value of sacred observances and souvenirs of respect for our departed kindred, by making those outward signs of affection too common, or affixing to them fashion's signet of sanction. American ladies should receive tho compliment due them for possessing the remarkable facility of being the'r own hair-dressers, and for displaying more skill and better taste in the art than do even the coiffeur of Paris, Rome or Ven ice. The heads dressed by a profession, al coiffeur are all uniform, and according t the fashion sliflly so ; while the heads of American ladies are dressed according tj the prevailing fashion, but yielding to the modifications dictated by a nice dis criminative taste, having especial refer ence t the style of face and neck. They all know that the length of neck has much to do wi'h the style of dressing the hair, as will as the cut of a gown and wear of u collar. It is al$q Preditable that our ladies do not use many cosmetics, or oils for tho head ; for, in Paris where the complex- ion of the ladies is generally more or less ' winey, and where the hair-dresser does up the head every morning, not to be touched or recoified until the next day, before evening it is not uncommon to see their heads powdered with dust, and the glossiness of the hair produced by po- matum not un frequently frowy and dirty. - SPIRITUALISTS BEAT ALL HOLLOW. Spiritualism has nothing to marvel orer, near so wonderful as the mechanical facta mentioned by a writer in the North. Brit ish Review, who says: "The condition of trance can be induced by suppressing the respiration and fixing the mind; and we cannot convey a better idea of it than by giving, after Dr. Cheyne of Dublin, the following account of the case of Col. Townsend, of Bath, a gentle man of a high Christian character ; Col. Townsend could die or expire when -he pleased and yet by an effort or some how, he could come to life again. He insisted so ranch upon onr seeing the trial made, that we were at last forced to com ply. We all three felt his pulse first It was clear and distinct, though small and thready; and his heart had its usuil beating. He composed himself upon his back, and lay in a still position for soma time; while I held his right hand, Dr. Baynard laid bis head on his heart, and '. Mr. Skrine held a clean glass to his mouth. I found his pulse sink gradually, until at last, I could not feel any by the most ' exact and nice touch. Dr Biynard could not feel the least motion in the heart, nor Mr Skrine peroeive the least sign of breath on the mirror he held to his mouth. Then each of us by turns examined his arm, heart and oreath, but could not by the nicest scrutiny discover the least symptoms of life in him. We reasoned a long time about this odd appearance, as well as we could; and finding he still continued in that condition, we began to conclude that he had, indeed, serried the experiment too far; and at last, we were satisfied that he was aetaaUy dead, aaL we were just ready to leave him. This continued about half an hour. - By nine o'clock in the morning in autumn, as we -were going away, we observed some mo tion about the, body, and upon examina tion, found his pulse and the motion of hisheart gradually returning; hebeganto breathe heavily and speak softly. We were all astonished in the last degree at his unexpected change, and after some fur- tU,.n.ni;An ,fk Llm , we went away fully satisfied as to all the particulars of his fact, but confounded and puzzled, and not able to form any rational scheme that might account for it, In repeating this remarkable experiment on a subsequent occasion, CoL Townsend actually expired.. Will hs Succeed? The Albany cor respondent of the New York Courier, imparts the following intelligence about . i. j: .r. - i r i. hlir yi uuauic uioiur - J ui iwuwj sus WW insect in wheat : "I witnessed yesterday what was in trinsically worth more than was the day's legislation. Dr. Fitch of Washington, under the patronage of the State Agri- Ti1ri vol Qv-vrf tt !a in VAcrlrre tin rr wttf e minuteness and patience and unwearied zeal, that can only seldom be obtained in human effort, the history, habits, origin of and remedy for, the insect as our despairing and suffering farmers call it the midge that eats out" of the grain If a 1 1 fa thar noo ft-tv aa 1."-nr timA e)iarBoi1 lllO 1 llAA G SAIBO 1V-1 BT l 3 HtUK VUVVKMS all the wheat-growing of the East, and has, in the last year, turned to skeleton results, the promising ha vest of western New York, and has blended its insidious evils with the destruction wrought to the wheat crop of Ohio, by the drought Thi effort of Dr. Fitch promise to vork out a remedy for thi mighty iff,and I conld see that the accurate research, the pre cise presentation of this scholar ofNature, as he showed in the cereals the minute hut sure path of destruction made by the insect was worthy belter the notice and commendation of the Press, than would have been the effort of the orator. The 1 oss which is wrought out to the granaries of our country by this army of destroyers is extensive beyond belief. Tue London Punch on Ge.ndbr Tbe sun is called masculine from his support ing and sustaining the moon, and finding her the wherewithal to shine away as she does of a night ; and from his being obliged to keep such a family of stars be sides. The moon is feminine, beoause she is constantly changing, just as a ship is blown about ly every wind. The church is feminine, because she is mar. ried to tbe State, and time is masculine, because Ire is trifled with by the hdics, A Good Reason. "Why are you forever humming that air?" asked Foote of a man without a sertsa of tune in him Because it haunts me." No wonder," said Foot?, you are forevei murdering it." ' . , Kind words do not cost much, they help one's own good natqre,N'