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TERMS ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS rim AHinm, a adtahcu. BAPGOOD & ADAMS CM r Ik C BLOCK VOL. 39, NO. -42. WARREN, TRUMBULL COUNTY, OHIO, WEDNESDAY JUNE 6, 1 855. WHOLE NO. 2018 prm isiicd bv Poetry. [From the New York Tribune.] WORLD WOULD BE THE BETTER FOR IT. If mem cared leu for wealth and fame. And leu for batile-nelds and c'oij S If writ In human hearts, a name Seemed better than in song and story ; If men, lwslud ef awning pride, -Would learn to hate it and abhor it ; If mere relied On lore to guide. The world would be the better for it. If men dealt less in stocks and lands. And m re in bonds and deeds fraternal ; If Lore's York had more Tilling hands To link this world to the supernal ; If men stored up. Lore's oil and wine. And on bruised human hearts would pour it : If -your" and "mine" Would once combine. The world would be the better for it. If more would act the play of Life, And fewer spoil it in rehearsal ; If Bigotry would sheath his knife Till Good became more unirersal ; If Custom, grey with ages grown. Had fewer blind men to adore it ; If Talent shone In Truth alone. The world would be the better for it. If men were wise in little things Affecting leu in all their dealings ; If hearts had fewer rusted strings T isolate their kindly feelings , If men, when wrong beats down the right, Would strike together and restore it ; . - If rigtU made might In erery fight. The world would be the better for it. THE FUTURE LIFE. BY W. C. BRYANT. How shall I know those in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirit of the dead. When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among the dust we tread 7 For I shall feel the stings of ceaseleu pain If there I meet thy presence not, " Kor hoar the roice I lore, nor read again, la thy serenest eyes, the tender thought Will not thy own meek heart demand me there f That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given? Hy name on earth was erer In thy prayer. And must thou nerer utter it in Heaven 1 The lore that lirod through all the stormy past, And meesjy with my harsher nature bore. And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last, BhaU it expire with life, and be no more V A happier lot than mine, and larger light Await thee there ; for thou hast bowed thy will In cheerful homage to the rule of right. And lowest all. and renderest good for ill. Tor me, the sordid cares in which I dwell 8 ink and consume my heart, as heat toe scroll. And wrath has left it sear that fire of hell Has left its frightful sear upon my sonl. Yet thoagh thou wtarest the glory of the sky. Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name. The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye. Livelier in hearen's sweet climate, yet the Bhalt thou not teach me. in that calmer home. The wisdom that I learned so ill in this The wisdom which is lore till I become Thy fit companion in that land of bliss T BY W. C. BRYANT. Choice Miscellany. PEEPS BEHIND THE CURTAIN. BY ELLIE HOWARD. Domestic happineu 1 thou only bins Of Paradise that hu survived the fall ! Though few now taste thee unimpaired and free. Or, tasting, long enjoy thee ; too infirm. Or too incautious, to presei vc thy sweets TJumix'd with drops of bitter. Cowra's Task. Home, sweet home ! around which center the hopes, tbe holiest aspirations, and the dearest affections of the human heart ! To the homeless, the greatest calami ty ; to possess a home in the true sense of the word, the greatest happiness of earth! There are happy homes, hundreds of them in our land ; and alas ! there are also hundreds of homes seemingly hap py, where selfishness, or waywardness, a want of forbearance,' or teasing, fretful, fault-finding spirit in one or the olher of the married pair, has destroyed all lore and all happiness, and the matrimonial fetters are eating like a canker into the Tery 6oul. Not most frequently, by great derelic tions from duty, is domestic happiness destroyed; it is by the Iriflet of daily life, those little things, scarcely noticea ble as they occur, one by one, yet, in the aggregate, making . up the sum of happiness cr misery. Little attentions or little neglects, incidental approvals or slight fault-findings, an appreciating, sympathizing spirit, or an ill-disguised contempt, nay, even a distaste for the beloved sentiments, and pursuits of a companion, will fill to the brim the cup of happiness, or cause the fountain of domestic lore to become as the waters of Marali. The great remedy for all these evils is to begin right. It is true there may be domestic reforms, as well as any other, but more seldom than the reform of the inebriate, is that of a captious, exacting, fault-finding husband or wife. There fore, not for the benefit of the long mar ried shall we presume to lift the veil of the inner temple of domestic life, but for the benefit of those young, loving hearts to whom home and affection arc almost synonymous with heaven. Thoe who really desire to avoid the rocks of domes tic discord, nnd the equally dangerous shoals of indifference, should be allowed a peep behind the curtain, that thev. may draw their own inferences and trea- sure up their own appropriate warnings. It is not intended to give veritable da guerreotypes of married friends ; but if any one fancies a picture and thinks it a good likeness, there will not be the slightest objection to the individual appropriation. I.—THE GOOD HOUSEKEEPER. "I have brought home a new book to read to you this evening, dear Mary," said Edward Herrey to his young wife, as they rose from the table ; ' we are fairly settled now and begin to enjoy our home." " O, I shall be so glad if you can only spend your evenings at home," exclaim ed Mrs. Hervey. Her husband smiled at her enthusi asm it nearly, if not quite, equalled his own. "I must sometimes' be gone an hour or two after tea," he said ; "but most of these long winter evenings I hope to spend at home, Home ! how sweet the word sounds. It is a Ions:, long time since I had a home, and now " Hervey's emotion prevented his com pleting the sentence. Thoughts of his long years of orphanage his struggles with (he world his heart loneliness, contrasted wilh the present blissful frui tion of all his fond day-dreams, choked his utterance. The crystal tear-drop bedimmed his eye, and turning abruptly away, he left the room. Mary Ellsworth, the object of Her vey's choice, his 'gentle Mary,' as he fondly called her, was a woman of warm affections, and not one of the varying sades of thought that passed quickly, but eloquently, over her husband's face had escaped her notice, and heart throb bed joyously at the thought that it was to be her delightful life-task to bless him whom she loved so devotedly. She knew she was well instructed in those domestic duties which are indis pensable to home-happiness, and ' she looked around on her little domain with the satisfaction and pride of a young em press. Half an hour later, and the shaded lamp, the easy chair and slippers, the brightly biasing firo, aai the trailing wife with her work-basket, presented to the eyes of the returning husband the fac simile of his ideal domestic Eden. " Now, for the book," said Hervey, when fairly ensconced amongthe cushions of his luxurious chair; and he proceeded to remove the wrapper from a'n elegantly bound volume. "What have you there," asked his wife, attracted by the beautiful appear ance of the book. "Let me see it a mo ment. Cowper's Poems. Well, it is handsomely bound," and after turning over the leaves a few moments, she re turned the book to her husband. Hervey took it with an indefipable (eel ing of disappointment a half conviction that he ought to apologize for he knew not what. "'I am anxious to possess the works of all the standard poets," he said at length, "and thought we could read them to gether this winter ; and it seemed to me that Cowper's Task would be an appro priate beginning. I believe you like poetry, do you not ?" " Oh, yes, very much," was the re ply ; " why don't you commence read ing?" Hervey commenced reading, and for a time his wife seemed interested, and her appreciating glance, as he comment ed on the poet's fancies, banished all feelings of disappointment. But an hour passed away, and Mary became more absent-minded, and so deeply absorbed in her own thoughts that she heard not the reading ; and when a remark from her husband roused her, a half vacant look, and a half uttered response plainly told that her mind was otherwise occu pied. - At length he paused. " What would you like for breakfast, Edward ?" Ah ! how that question destroyed ev ery vestige of one scene in his ideal panorama of a married man's existence. " She's a fool 1 " was his first indig nant thought; but the second, cooler reflection, was, "I have read to long ; I have wearried her ; and it was her love for me that prompted that question." A few more attempts on suceding evenings, and the 'standard poets' were read iu silence, and without comment. , Mary had discovered that she did not like poetry. Time passed on. Mrs. Hervey was a pattern housekeep er, a good wife, and an excellent mother, so far as all things relating to physical well-being were concerned. The home of the Herveys was a quiet, well- ordered house, but the husband and wife were not happy. They never quarrelled, but there was no congeniality of feeling. Mrs. Hervey was a good housekeeper, and nothing else. p Did her husband seat himself for a qui- ct evening at home, he was entertained with the details of domestic management and domestic troubles ; and if a more enobling topic of conversation was intro duced, Mrs. Hervey was too busy or too much fatigued to listen. Gradually Edward Hervey withdrew from his home to spend his leisure hours alone in his office. With too much prin ciple to fajl into vice, he became a cold, stern man, burying his waim affections so deep in his own "bosom, that none would have dreamed that Judge Hervey had ever loved. And he believed women to be mentally in ferior to men. It took years to effect this change years lo convince the fond husband that, for his sake, and for the sake of her child ren, his wife would not spend her leisure moments in developing, disciplining and strengthening her mind ; that she would not seek a higher aim in life than the dai ly answer to the questions, 'What shall we eat? what shall we drink? and where withal shall we be clothed?' But she was bound to her idols. To be mistress of a well ordered house, to keep her children neatly clothed, and to prepare excellent dinners for her husband and friends, were to her the tine qua non of existence. Yet she was unhappy. She knew nothing of what progress the world was making, beyond the gossip of the day, or the chance remark of her husband or his guests ; nor did she care to know. She was well aware of the uncongeniali ly of thought which existed between her husband and herself, but she made no ef fort to lessen the distance. She consid ered herself the aggrieved party, and looked upon him who would not relin quish books and intellectual improve ment, for the society of his wife and children, as a most selfish specimen of humanity. And thus they continue to live. Out wardly all is calm, and they are called happy. But there is no soul communion no interchange of beautiful thoughts and high ennobling sentiments. The torch o o of love burns more and more dimly, and, imperceptibly, mutual confidence is be ing withdrawn ; and when, at last, death shall come, the survivor will scarce mourn the departed. One hour nay, even half an hour each day, devoted to self-improvement, with woman's native intuition and love's gentle teachings, would have made Ma ry Hervey a congenial, though less ad vanced, intellectual companion ; would have so united husband and wife, that each would have vied with the other in self-sacrifice3 ; and the hour of dissolu tion would have found the hymenial torch burning with a purer, brighter flame than on the day of their espousals. Life Illustrated. SINGULAR MODE OF COURTSHIP. The Rev. Dr. L n, an eminent Scotch divine, and professor of theology, was remarkable forahscence of mind and indifference to worldly affairs. His mind wrapped up in lofty contemplations, could seldom sloop to the ordinary busi ness of life ; and when at any time he did attend to secular affairs, he general ly went about them in a way unlike any body else, as the history of his court ship will show. He was greatly beloved by his elders and congregation ; was full of simplicity and sincerity, and entirely unacquainted with the etiquette of the world. Living the solitary, comfortless life of a bachelor, his elders gave , him frequent hints that his domestic happi ness would be much increased by his taking to himself a wife, and pointed out several young ladies in his congregation, any of whom might be a fit match or companion for him. The elders, finding all the hints had no effect in rousiug the Doctor to the using of the means preliminary to enter ing a matrimonial alliance, at last conclu ded to wait upon him, and stir him up to the performance of his duty. They urged on him the advantages of mar riage, its happiness ; spoke of it as di vine institution, and as affording all the enjoyments of sense and reason ; and, in short, all the sweets of domestic life. The Doctor approved all they said, and apologized for his past neglect of duty, on account of many difficult passages of Scripture he had of late been attending to, and promised to look "after it " the first convenient season." The elders however were not to be put off any longer ; they insisted on the Doc tor at once making use of means, and exacted from him a promise, that on Monday afternoon he would straightway visit the house of a widow lady, a few doors from him, who had three pretty daughters, and who wer-j the most re spectable in the Doctoi's congregation. To solve any difficult passage in the book of Genesis, to reconcile apparent discrepancies, or clear up a knotty text, would have been an easy and rgrcable task to the Doctor, compared with storm ing the widow's premises. But to the opening of the siege the Doctor must go, and with great gravity and simplicity gentle reader, you can imagine you sec him commencing the work. After the usual salutations were over, he said to Mrs. W n : " My session have of late been advi sing me to take a wife, and recommend ed me to call upon you ; and as you have three very fine daughters, I would like to say a word to the eldest, if you have no objections." Miss W n, entered, and the Doc tor, with hh characteristic simplicity, said to ber ; My session have been advising me to take a wile, and recommended me to call upon you." The young lady, who had seen some thirty summers, was not to be caught so easily. She laughed heartily at -the Doctor's abruptness, hinting to him that in making a sermon it was necessary to say something first to intioduce the sub ject properly, before he ectered fully up on it; and as for her patt, she was de termined not to surrender her liberty at a moment's warning ; "the honor of her sex was concerned in her standing out." This was all waste of time to the Doc tor, and he requested to see her sister. Miss E. W n then entered ; and, to save time, the Doctor said: "My session have been advising me to take, a wife, and I have "just been speaking to your sister who has just gone out at the door ; and as she is not in clined in that way, what would you think of becoming Mrs. L "Oh, Doctor, I don't know ; it is rather a serious question. Marriage, you know binds one for life, and it should not be rashly entered into. I would not con sent without taking time to deliberate upon it." " My time," said the Doctor, "is so much occupied, and my session have said so much to me on the business, that I must finish to-day if I can. So you had best tell your mother to send in your youngest sister to speak to me." In a moment in comes the honest lively Miss Mary W n. " Come away, my child ; it is getting on in the afternoon, and I must get home to my studies. I have been speakino- to both your sisters on a little business, and they have declined. I am a man of few words ; and, without misspending precious time, what would you think of being made Mrs. L 9" "Indeed, I always thought a deal of you, Doctor ; and if my mother does not say anything against it, I have no ob jections." The Doctor left Miss Mary in a fev minutes, enjoining her to fix the day, for any would suit him, but to send him up word the day before. The Doctor was scarcely gone, before a keen dispute arose in the family amon the three young ladies, all claiming the Doctor. The eldest one said the offer was, first made to her, and she did not positively refuse. The second declared that she wished only a little time to think upon it ; and the youngest insisted that it was completely settled with her. The mother of the young ladies was in such difficulty with her daughters, that she was obliged to call upon the Doctor, himself to settle the dispute. She called and the Rev. Doctor in his character's tic way, said: " My dear Mrs. W n, I am very fond of peace in families : it is all the same thing to me, which of them ; and just settle it among yourselves and send me up word." The Doctor was married to the young est, and one of his sons is at this day a respectable clergyman " in the land of the mountain and the flood." KISSING. The "editress" of the Ladies' Reposi tory, talking about kissing, says : "Kisses, like faces of philosophers, vary. Some are as hot as coal fire, some sweet as honey, some mild as milk, some taste less as long drawn soda. Stolen kisses are said to have more nutmeg and cream than other sons. As to proposed kisses, they arc not liked at all. A stolen kiss is the most agreeable. We have been kissed a few times, and as we are not very old, we hope to receive many more." At what hour may the lady be found in her office ? Cheerfulness. It is better to tread the path of life cheerfuly, skipping lightly over the thorns and briars that obstruct your way, than to sit down under every hedge lamenting your hard fate. The thread of a cheerful man's life spins out much longer than that of a man who is continually sad and despond ing. Prudent conduct in the concerns of life is highly necessary; but if distress succeed, dejection and despair will net afford relief. The best thing to be done when evil comes upon us, is not lament ation, but action; not to sit down and mnrmur, but to rise and seek the remedy. Keep yourself innocent, if you would be happy. From Buckingham's Autobiography. ADVENTURE WITH A TIGER. still narrower escape for myself in dividually happened on another occasion, not long after this. I had gone to dine in Salsette.with Colonel Hunt, the Gov ernor of the Fort of Tannah, about seven or eight miles frcroBombay : and as I bad -nnftppointment at uomen the morn- -ing, and the night was remarkably fine,' with a brilliant moonlight, I declined the hospitable invitation of my host to re main with them during the night ; and ordering my palanquin to be ready at ten o'clock, I left Tannah at that hour for Bombay. Great portion of the way was over a level plain of some extent ; and while we were in the midst of this, the bearers, of whom there were eight, fourto carry, and four for a relay, with two mussauljees, or lantern bearers, who carry their lights in the moonlight as well as in the dark, as a matter of etiquette which it is thought disrespectful toomit in short, the whole party of ten in an instant disappeared, scattering them selves in all directions, and each run ning at his utmost speed. I was perfect ly astonished at this sudden halt, and wholly unable to conjecture its cause, and all my calling and remonstrance were in vain. In casting my eyes be hind the palanquin, however, I saw lo my horror and dismay, a huge tiger, in full career towards me, wilh his tail almost perpendicular, and with a growl that in dicated too distinctly the intense satisfac tion with which he anticipated a savory morsel for his hunger. There was not a moment to lose, or even to deliberate. To get out of the palanquin, and try to escape, would be running into the jaws of certain death. To remain within was the only alternative. The palanquin is an oblong chest or box, about six feet long, two feet broad, and two feet high. It has four short legs for resting it on the ground, three or four inches only above the soil. Its bottom and sides aie flat, and its top is gJntly convex, to carry off the rain. By a pole projecting from the centre of each e nd the bearers carry it on their shoulders, and the occupant lies 6tretched upon a thin mattress on an open cane bottom, like a couch or bed, with a pillow beneath his head. The mode of entering and leaving the palanquin is through a square opening on each side, which, when the sun or rain requires it, may be closed by a sliding door ; this is usually composed of Venetian blinds lo allow light and air, in a wooden frame, and may be fastened, if needed, by a small brass hook and eye. Everything about thepalnnquin, however, is made as light as possible, to lessen the labor of the bearers ; and there is no part of the panelling or sides more than an half inch thick, if so much. All I could do, there fore, was in the shortest possible space of time to close the two sliding doors, and lie along on my back. I had often heard that if you can suspend your breath, and put on the semblance of be ing dead, the most ferocious of wild beasts will leave you. I attempted this, by holding my breath as long as possi ble, and remaining as still as a recum bent statue. But I found it of no avail. The doors were hardly closed before the tiger was alongside, and his smelling and snorting were horrible. He first butted one of the sides with his head, and as there was no resistance in the other, the palanquin went over on its beam ends, and lay perfectly flat, with the cane bottom presented to the tiger's view. Through this, and the mattress, heated no doubt by my lying on it, the odor of the living flesh came out stronger than through the wood, and the snuffing and smelling were repeated with increas ed strength. I certainly expected every moment that, with a powerful blow of one of his paws, he would break in some part of the palanquin, and drag me out for his devouring. But another butting of the head against the bottom of the palanquin roiled it over on its convex top, and then it rolled to and fro like a cradle. All this while I was obliged, of course, to turn ray body with the revo lutions of the palanquin itself, and every time I moved I dreaded lest I should provoke some fresh aggression. The beast, however, wanting sagacity, did not use his powerful paw as I expected ; and giving it up in despair, set up a hideous howl of disappointment, and slinked off in the direction from whence he came. I rejoiced, as may be well imagined, at the cessation of all sound and smell to indicate his presence ; but it was a full quarter of an hour before I had courage to open one of the side doors, and put my head out to see whether he was gom or not. Happily, he had entirely disap peared, and I was infinitely relieved. The next course to be considered wa--, whether I should get o-.it and walk to Bombay, a distance of four miles, now near midnight, or whether I should ng;tin close my doors and remain where 1 was. I deemed this the saficst plan, and re mained accordingly, when, about half an hour beyond midnight, all' my bearers returned, with several peons, or foot soldiers, and muskets, pistols, lances, and sabres enough to capture and kill a doz en tigeis ; but these were too late to be of any use. They made many apologies for leaving me, but said that, as one of them would be certain f, being seized by the tiger if they remained, and no one could say which, they thought it best that all should try at least to escape, and I readily forgave them ; after which they bore me home with more than usu al alacrity, and I enjoyed my repose all the more sweetly for the danger I had escaped. THE "GOOSE QUESTION." Godfrey, of the Albany Transcript, I old his renders a few days ago an as tounding Story of the peregrinations of a mouse in the body of a snake ; its ana tomical researches, its going through the snake some seventeen times, each exit being, through a fresh passage chewed out by the " mice." A number of jour nals have solemnly copied this story. Godfrey looks on and marvels at the sim plicity of mankind, and the effect of minutiae in properly arranging a scientific " sell." GooFBEr took the materials for his yarn from a notice of a boa constric tor, that had swallowed a mole some three or four times at the Zoological Gar dens, London. The mole exactly fitted for such reclusive habits, and furnished and armed by nature for the work, bur rowed himself very naturally out, and al though he was swallowed several times, he managed to free himself from the con fining stomach of the snake in a man ner peculiar to the moles, and utterly foreign to the manner of mouses. But we have a true story to tell. The way they catch wild geese on the western waters is sufficiently wonderful, without at all taxing the credulity of any one. They are fond of a small and very active eel, armed with sharp head and nose, whose habits insist upon its swimming very near the surfaco of tle water.- . It is very seldom the geese can get hold of this choice morsel, and when they do, they have a grand jollification over it. This eel the hunters use as a bait for their geeseships. A short time since, two hunters went out to catch wild geese. One hunter laid down in his canoe with a trout line attached to his wrist, and on the olher end, in the waier, was tied the nimble, sharp-headed and active eel fpo ken of. The canoe floated slowly thro' the marshes, and came gradually among a large flock of geese, and the eel swim ming along close to the surface. One venerable bon vivant of a goose, gobbled up the eel like a flash, but the eel made his way through the body of the epicure, and lo! the goose was "on string." Another goose, afflicted with a luxu rious palate, swallowed the eel, but with out any particular satisfaction, as the eel hardly noticing an obstruction, traveled through the "goose grease" with scarce ly an effort. And so this identical eel traveled nnd traveled, until some seven teen geese were on the string, and our scientific friend, thinking that he had been fortunate enough, commenced haul ing them into the boat. But wonder of wonders, the seventeen rose upon their wings as one goose, and before our friend of the canoe could make a will or say a prayer, be was lifted bodily from the ca noe, through the combined efforts of the seventeen geese attached to his wrist, and ere he was aware of it, was thirty feet above the water. A friend of his on shore, who saw the difficulty, and his rifle fortunately being loaded, shot off the string and rescued his friend. So, instead of wild goose, our hunter got cold duck, and although he fishes no more for wild geese with eels, he is prepared to ffirm. asseverate or swear to the truth! of the foregoing. HINTS TO MARRIED MEN. Scattergrass says that if he stays out late at night, and wishes to avoid a scold ing, or " curtain lecture" from Mrs. S., he generally waits until the " wee sma' hour ayont the twal," when the anger of his belter half subsides into fears for his personal safety. He goes out "on bus'noss," wilh a promi-e to be at home at nine. Half past nine, Mrs. S. uneasy; ten, aggravated ; half past ten, positively eniaged. and rehearses to herself an ad dres for Scattergrass's especial edifica tion, filled wilh cutting . reproaches ; eleven, vague uneasiness, accompanied by an indefinite fear that " something must have happened ;" half past eleven, nori-.nw onnnlirnsion tear. take the place of withering glance ; twelve o'clock, unenduring suspense if she only knew the worst ; one o'clock, completely work ed up, and about to go in search of him, when Scattergrass arrives. She throws herself (so he says) into his arms, over joyed lo see him, as she was "o afraid tl.rtt some accident mu.t have happened to him." Home Journal. W. R. CHEESE—A COLLECTOR SOLD. It is commonly recognized that there is no more useful chss of community in existence than collectors. They regu late trade and traffic, and establish an. equilibrium in innumerable legem, eith er by "cash," or "profit and loss," that makes or breaks tho reputation of hund reds who venture into, the tribulations, troubles and vicissitudes of active life. Yet the generality of collecters are most unwelcome visitors at any time, especial ly when there is a " stringency in the mcney market," or a collapsed, ports monnaie stowed away in the breeches pocket of a miserable debtor, while an elongated bill is unceremoniously thrust before his optics. We do not, however, intend turning essayist on the delicate subject of collecting. We have a friend Ben we call him for the sake of brevity. He is one of those good natured, easy, affable collect ors, who, when he presents a bill, does it with an unctious suavity that makes it a pleasure to one possessed of a plethor ic wallet, to pay, or sends a thrill of re morse of conscience to another who finds he can't discover "nary red," and, therefore, compelled to exhibit his lia bilities as exceeding his assets five hund red per cent. Ben has recently under taken a portion of the heavy contract of collecting delinquent taxes, for the bene fit of Hamilton County, and the Treasu rer in particular. This branch of busi ness is peculiar in its nature, and requires those of Herculean force, vim and vine gar, to succeed. The various collectors have their accounts and bills arranged in alphabetical order, each one taking so many letters of the alphabet, with the list of the corresponding names of the delinquents. It fell to the lot of our friend Ben to have all the "C's" come under his special jurisdiction. The list of " C's" delinquents are rather exten sive, and it required, on the part of Ben, unusual tact and ingenutity to post him self familiarly with the names, places of business, and residences of his multifa rious creditors, scattered throughout the corporate limits of the city. By night he would scrutinize closely theZ' rectory and by day examine with mi nuteness the signs, door-plates, and at the same time, making comparisons with his bills. During his travels yesterday, through one of our principal business thorough fares, his attention was attracted to a gilt lettered sign over a store door, with "W. R. Cheese" standing out in bold relief on it. Ben halted, and exclaimed to a friend who accompanidd him, "I've got a bill against that fellow, I think," and forthwith he stalked into the establish ment. He drew from his pocket a huge package of bills, and as the proprietor (thinking him a customer) advanced toward him, Bep, without looking up, and fumbling over his bills, remarked, "Is Mr. Cheese in ?" " Cheese," said the store-keeper ; "Who's Mr. Cheese ?" "Why, W. R, Cheese, the man who keeps this store," replied Ben. "His came is on the door there." 'W. R. Cheese be d d," answered the man. "That means Western Reserve Cheese." Ben caved in. Without uttering a word, he slowly replaced his bills, and gracefully letired. On reaching hiscom panion at the door, he gravely remark ed : "I'll 'C sharper next time." Cin. Enquirer. Scndai Clothes. The world is de cently attired once a week, certainly. I Without Sunday, milliners and tailors would be " put to it" for a living. It is a commendable thing to throw off the Tuise of labor, and don for one day the costume of equality and leisure. The meanest man makes a mark in a-new suit, and if he keeps his mouth closed, will pass for a genuine eoin. Dress after all is caprice. The heiress pray s iu cost ly silks, while the poor sewing girl makes responses in plain calico. Wherein is the one better than the other ? The lat ter may have inteligence and virtue ; the olher money and nothing else. Still the silk will be stared at and known. Dress makes Sunday an expensive day. How many a shawl and bonnet, and rare gown ate coveted for that day alone. How muoh stuffing with cotton there is, tc con ceal the defects of shape ! what chalking is done, and decorating with rouge ! how often the mirror is consulted, while the last bell is ringing. Self-conceit and ignorance are twin brothers ; the empty head is usually the moistest, for it depends on that for ma king known its existence. "It is very solemn to get married," said aunt Bethany. "Yts, but it's a great deal more solemn not lo be," said her Beice. Whi- was Adam like a Sugar-planter? Because he raised Cain. THE LOVE OF A TRUE WOMAN. " Oh 1 the priceless value of the iove of a true woman ! Gold cannot pur chase a gem so precious ! Titles and honor confer upon the heart no such se rene happiness. In our darkest mo ments, when disappointment and ingrati tude with corroding eare gather around, aad wren the gaunt form of poverty men- wll, I. n I . C i T around the soul with an angel's smile. Time cannot mar the brilliancy, dis tance but strengthens its influence, bolta and bars cannot limit its progress; it fol lows the prisoner into his dark cell and sweetens the home and morsel that ap-. peases his hunger, and in the silence of midnight it plays around his heart and in his dreams he folds to his bosom the form of her who loves on still, though the world has turned coldly from him. The couch made by the hand of a loved one, is soft to the weary limbs of the sick sufferer, and the portion administered by the hand of a loved one, loses half its bitterness. The pillow carefully ad justed by her, brings repose to the fevered brain, and her words of kind encourage ment revives the sinking spirit. It would almost seem that God, compassionating woman's first frailty, had planted this jewel in her breast, whose heaven-like influence should cast into forgetfulness man's remembrance of the Fall, by building up in his heart another Eden, where perennial flowers forever bloom, and crystal waters gush from exhaust less fountains." "WHAT IS MARRIAGE." The marriage of Lucy Stone is attract ing as much attention as she could de sire. Well, we wish her joy of her nup tials and her notoriety. A marriage "under protest" seems a queer sort of a thing, but it may be a very pleasant one for all .that. In reply to a question with which Lucy used to begin one of her speeches, namely, "What is marriage ?" the Post once answered, "Wouldn't you, like to know ?". The Port was right. Lucy did wish to know; and having "taken her time" to consider the matter, (as "Lucy" is so often advised to do in, the popular Ethiopean melody) she has, at last, deliberately entered the "holy bands of padlock," (cautiously putting the key in her own pocket,) and can now answer thequestion, "Whatismarriage?" for herself. The public will expect it, too. "Take your timea Mrs. Lucy," but answer that favorite interrogatory of yours "like a man." Answer it "under protest," if you must, but give us the answer. What is marriage ? A thou sand bachelors ten thousand spinsters, are acting to know. -v. i. nine. MYSTERIOUS TRACK. In walking the other day in Kensing ton Garden we observed, for a consid erable distance, a track of something that seemed to have swept along the mud from one end of th 3 broad walk to the other. At first we thought it must have been a hair broom, then an aquatic bird, then a sledge, then a road-scraper; and it was not until we saw a lady advan cing in a splendid silk dress, with which she swept up the mud wherever she went, that we ascertained the source of the mystery. Although we traced the phe nomenon to its origin, we confess that we remained still in a state of surprise at the taste which induced well-dressed ladies to turn dust collectors, and to con vert their silks and satins into machines for performing the office of scavengers. Punch. Some Stones. In the foundation plat form upon which the ancient temples stood in Baalbec, there are eleven stones, each of which is thirty-two feet long, twelve in height, and ten in thickness. In another part of the .same foundation wall there are three stones, the united length of which tsone hundred and eighty seven feet two of them being sixty-two and tbe other sixty -three feet in length, cut with faultless exactness, and all of them so smoothly joined to each other that you cannot force a cambric needle into the crevice. There is one joint so perfect that it can only be discerned by the minutest search ; it is not even so perceptible as the juncture of two pieces of paper which have been pasted to gether. Expert workmen weie required to qurrry out. and cut and place these immense blocks in the wall ! Tub editor of the New Hampshire Pa' triot. President Pierce's home organ, s iys that the Democratic party is desi sirous of putting an end to all undue in fluence of foreign -born citizens in elec tions. Upon which the Louisville Jour nal remarks : We guess the Democratic nartv. if it were to do it, would be very r j - much in the predicament of the fellow, who, wishing to saw a limb from the top of a pretty high tree, took his seat upon the limb while he performed the opera tion. "As soon as I had done the saw ing,' said he, "I heard something drop."