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HAPGOOD & ADAKS. unit slock. 3 'IBrrkh urailq lounml, Dfuotrb la mbom. ilgrirulto, litfrafair. duration, loral Statrlligrnrr, anb. tjrr Hems of tjit Daij. TERMS: OWE DOLLAR AND FifTY CE.flt in Aaavm, ! adyocc. VOL. 4 0, NO 3. WARREN, TRUMBULL COUNTY, OHIO, WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 5, 1 855.: WHOLE NO. 2031 Poetry. THERE'S NO DEARTH OF KINDNESS. There do de-trth of kindnesi In tiiii world of oars ! Only in our blindness We gather thorn fur flowers ! Outward we are spornicg. Trampling one another 1 While we are in) yearning Ac the name of "Brother !" There's no dearth of kindness Or lore among mankind. But in darkling loneness Hooded hearts grow blind I Full of kindness tingling. Soul is shut from soul. When they might be mingling In one kindred whole ! - There's no dearth of kindness, Tbo it be unspoken ; From the heart that buildeth Rainbow sir iles In token That there be none so lowly, But have some angel touch ; Yet, pursing lores unholy, We lire for self too much ! As the wild rose bloweth. As funs the happy river. Kindness freely fioweth In the heart forever. But if men will hanker Ever for golden dust. Kindliest hearts will canker, Brightest spirits rust. There's no dearth of kindness In this world of ours ; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers ! O, cherish God's best giving, Falling from above ! Life were not worth living, Were it not for Love. HOPES. BY CHARLES LELAND PORTER. Ye beautiful hopes of Bothood, Where have ye strayed away ? Gone, like the Summer shower. Passed like the Summer day ! I see your bricht eye glancing By the brook and in the glen ; Ye beautiful hopes of Bothood, Come ye not back again ? Ye beautiful hopes of Mahhooo, Image of Boyhood's hour, I feel your warm breath on me. And oh ! Us thrilling power ! And I hear your angel foot-falls In the breeze that fans me now ; And the touch of your gpntle fingers Is the coolness on my brow. All sun light are your pinions. All golden is your track ; And the sflver of your whisper Sys,ye mrt coming hack : Here, take this cry sal tear-drop. From pare it joy distilled ; O beautiful hopes of Manhood, My fond heart ye have filled ! You're singing your organ anthem In the chambers of my soul. And the musical-waves come rolling As the waves of the ocean roll : With snowy wings now folded. On with the syren-song ; -Ye beautiful hopes of Mamhood, Will ye not tai ry long ? . Choice Miscellany. [From the Ohio Farmer.] WRONG SIDE OUTWARD. Or the difference between Cashmere and Calico. BY HELEN L. BOSTWICK. "Did I tell you about it, Eunice ?" "About what ?" "My going to the city wrong side out ward. '; . "What do you mean ?" said Eunice. "Oh, I see you never heard the stoiy, so I will tell you. Two years ago I spent a few weeks with my fritnds the Wilmots, near the city of A . In the family were two young ladies who found it necessary to do a great deal of shopping, and not a little visiting in the city, and of course patronized the rail road connecting their little village with the 'Green street Depot,' to no trifling extent. "Xow you shall see what a handsome and gentlemanly conductor we hare on this route ; said Bell Willmot to me, as I took a luxurious cushion in a crowded car for a first 'miscellaneous trip to A . " He is my beau ideal of a conductor,' added Kate; 'letthe carbee.erso crowd ed, he is sure to find a place for ladies,, and never objects to our band boxes and carpet bags, as many ill-natured fellows, dresi in a liule brief authority, are apt to do ; and if out purses are short after a shopping excursion, he ofin . Kale's rhapsody was interrupted by the start ing of the train. "We were whii'ed on to A in abouttwenly minutes, yet I had an op portunity to notice that the labeled olfi cial"tX7 indisputably vtry considerate and attentive, at all events lo our party. He opened the window which was swol len by damp weather, at a look from Kite, and ordered a Dutchman, smoking meekly upon the platform into the bag gaye ear, at a sympton of fainmess from Bell. I could but acknowlede that Fanny Fern should adu to her list of models a 'model cdhductor,' taking this one for her original. . "Arrived at our destination, 1 was again entertained with my friends' prais es of tLe various merchants and milliners hey were accustomed to patronize. " I alwayspurchase silks at Weaver's; they are so conscientious, and never try to palm off an inf rior article upon a cus tomer. At Mrs. Lasalle's you will find A superb assortment of gloves and em broideries. The proprietress is a red uced j French Countess, and one of the most! lady like persons you ever saw ;' rallleJ Bill Wilmot. " "Aud if you wish to buy shoes ; be sure and call at Marvin's ; the; are so accommodating : they never make wiy faces, if you happen to break a string, or loosen a clasp, or any other such trifling accident,' added Kate. "This was enough, yet if I needed more to convince me of the superior ex cellence of these aristocratic shopkeepers, that afternoon's observation would have furnished it. Xo sooner did the rich brocades, and crapes, aud ribbons of the fair Misses Wilmot flutter inside a shop Uoor, than every attendant, from propri etor to errand boy, proceeded to don their most obsequious smiles and agreea ble deportment. It was not strange, Eu nice. The young ladies carried heavy purses, and were easily persuaded to lighten them. "The afternoon passed pleasantly and faliguingly enough, in chatting and shopping, is shaking hands with old ac quaintances, and trying to bow graceful ly to new introductions, and ontmr re turn, arrid many expressions of satisfac tion as our purchases were enrolled and exhibited before Mrs. Wilmot and Aunt Lucy, the girls forced me to confess that the A merchants and the A and O conductor far surpassed any others in the known world. "At;d so it was, almost daily, for the first fortnight of my stay. At one lime we called on a celebrated dentist for some trifling tooth -operation. He was an ac quaintance of Bell's, and she presented him to me as a friend. He was very handsome, and his voice and smile cap tivating to one who could appreciate mu sic and sunshine. Eunice, I was ama zingly pleased with that man. I who am so fastidious, I fancied him the im personation of skill and benevolence the head and the heart the means and the end glorious combination for those wbo'Settl)emiLlvps up m I lia tturl.l'j. healers and teachers. He impressed me as one of ihe few to whom science may safely commit her priceless treasures, sure that they would be us d only for the blessing o humanity. Ah, Eunice! I had only seen the silken side 1" "Pray go on," said Eunice. "One rainy morning, I received a let ter from home, giving notice that my young sister was about to. take a West ern lour with a friend. 'New dresses of course, are requisite,' jrrole my mother, 'and I wish you to procure and send them immediately.' Then followed a list of the articles needed. "This letter had been longer than usu al on the route ; that moment, I knew sister Lib, amid a symphathizing con clave of -writing milliners, marveled at my long delay. "The articles must be purchased that very day, raining as it was, and more over I must go alone ; Bell and Kate had gone to bed with hair in curl-papers, and novels under their pillows. Toward noon the rain iibated, and I notified my frie ids of my determination to go to A . The young ladies stared with astonishment. " 'To morrow, I II be at your service," said Bell, but not to-day. Why you're crazy look at the clouds you 11 tak; a dreadful cold don't get saiin-st"iped tissue; is frays shockingly.' "I dressed, walked to the station, but a few rods distant, and found myself half an hour too early. Very soon the clouds lowered, and rain fell in cataracts. Nev ertheless, I stubbornly adber d to mjde termination, the more stubbornly, that I knew the girls would ridicule me with out mercy if I re urued. Bull looked at mv dress, and thought of my bonnet; and was thankful that the old brown veil I found crumpled in my pocket would protect the latter. My mantilla was of watered silk, handsomely trimmed, and I remembered a lady told me that water would spot it. How loolixh I had been to wear it. -Well, Eunice, what do you suppos-e 1 did ? I turned it wrong side outward ! It was lined with the usual black muslin, from whiuh the gloss had disappeaied in spots. I was the only occupant of the Ladies' saloon and enjoyed the full ben efits of an eight-by-ten looking glass. I glanced in it, and seeing what a ludi crous figure ray old veil and rusty outer gaiment made, in contrast with my fi ie cashmere traveling dress, with its richly trimmed basque, tl.e idea of going to the city thoroughly disguised, at once pre sented itself. The skirt of my dress was separate from the body, and I had lined it for comfort in winter with an old ging hi. a dress,, clean and whole, but I mu-t confess, sadly faded. Well, I luiced this wrong side outwards, also." "You don't mean that you went to the city in that style," said Eunice. "I did, and enjoyed it too, convinced that I was doing a Sensible thing. But yu shall hear. Scarcely was my odd toilet completed, when the whistle sound- ed ard drawing the thick veil over roy face, I made my way to the neartst car. And now commenced the development. The handsome aud gentlemanly conduc tor nearly knocked me over in the door way, in his willingness to pioneer a lady in blue silk with four flounces, a satchel, hat box. a parasol, nnd a lap dog, safe ly out upon a platform. Returning, while I stood gazing vacantly at the rows of hats and boots before me, none of which moved to relinquish a seat in my behalf, the model conductor pointed to an un comfortable corner seat, between a black woman with a baby, and a white woman with two bahies. Of course, I accepted it, and the cunning pranks of the little African made my hard seat endurable. "Well, reached the city, and made my way to Weaver's fashionable store. The skies were weeping briskly, nnd I, carry ing a blue cotton umbrt da, probably did not call up golden visions to the eyes of the young gentlemen clerks who lounged upon the counters, or sat with feet eleva ted at alarmingly acute angles, as I en tered. When I enquired for 'silk, tis sues, grenadines, any fine summer dress goods,' there was one undivided stare. "It would take too much time to tell how some strainer silks, and half cotton berages were first produced, and how I eventually convinced them that I undei stood their proper quality. Suffice it to say, I purchased nothing there, though tempting articles were finally displayed before me, but suited myself at less pre tentious establishments. "Next, to Mrs. Lasalle's I went, whose anathema upon tnc for detecting the cotton laces presented me for linen, I will not repeat, but must say they were deliv ered in a very un Countess like rage, though in excellent French. "I did not try the shoe store that day, but 'n pa: sing Dr. R's office, something prompted me to enter. I had beeu amused, anil not the least disappointed by jay-itfuirnitou'ti iiX,urit osc. Iml mw -a little anxiety mingled with much curi osity. 1 bethought me of a nervous tooth-ache thai had robbed me of sleep for a portion of several nights, and which I had sedulously concealed from ihe family, chiefly because Aunt Lucy's in fallible remedy in such cases was whis key and'ginger, boiling hot, a remedy to me, infinitely "worse than the disease. Perhaps Dr. R. could name something less objectionable. "I rang gently, and was admitted. The Doctor, who was talking and f roo king with a dashing young man, glanced at my dress as I entered, and without further notice, went on with the conver tion. Finally I instituted a slight cough, and he turned toward me with "Well, old lady, what's the matter with you ?" "I enquired in a suffering voice, 'the best cure for an aching otli. - " 'Crooked iron, marm, applied cold, is the best thing, and animal magnetism is next best. Ever try it, hey ?' And the man of science winked and grinned at his companion, who ejected a quid of tobacco from his mouth, quite near my poor gingham skirt, and laughed immod erately. In two seconds I was in the street, and on my way to the Depot, questioning within myself, whether t:.ere are such qualities yet remaining in our world, as uttbouglit honesty and kindness. My doubts were to be removed. The train stood at the Depot as I came in sight, and I hurried my steps lest it should depart without me. "I managed to gain a seat, but had no time to purchase a ticket, and when the conductor came, I felt for my port mon nie to pay the necessary fare. It was gone. An exploration of my pocket to us lowest dep.hs availed nothing, and I was in a dilemma. 1 explained the mat ter to him, assuring him I bl'oufd leave the train at Ihe uexi station, and would there borrow the amount. He left me, muttering his suspicions that the stoiy was a lie, and weul his rounds. 'Soon after, tome one touched my el bow, aud on looking arouud, I wasgreel- ied by a lank, ragged, uncombed Irirh man, who smiled and held something to ward me. Ii was my porle-monnie. 'Faith and havn't I been saichin the cars for ye this blessed while,' said he ; 'sure 'twas meself thai saw ye take yer handkerchief from yer pocket, and send this ere thing a s inning on the paving stones.- And ye didn't see Pat Crugan after ye faith, if I hadn't been comin the same road, a precious hunt je might have had for it.' Bless the untutored, uncorrupted Irish heart ! "And now I was at 0. Station., and thi; sun though low in the west, was shi ning brightly. 1 went directly to the ladii s' room, and in five minutes emerg ed therefrom a well dressed lady, with aa uncovered bonnet of the 'latest impor tation.' As the conductor crossed the platform to give orders, I stepped up I and tendered my fare, saying my purse had been found and returned tome. You have a vivid imagination, Eunice, picture the countenance of that gentle - man. 'Did you relate your adventures to the young ladies 1" said Eunice. "No, indeed ! When the goods came, thej were delighted with them, affiim ing that 'this silk came from Wjavers's; no othei merchant had any ibing like it ; and this lace from Mrs. Lasalle's, they remember seeing it there !' I kept my own counsel ; and now Eunice what do you think of it all ?" "I think the wUdom you purchase was cheap enough at all events. Yet there is one other place to which I wish you had gone." "And where is thai ?" "To church," said Eunice ! ! j I ; I BY HELEN L. BOSTWICK. ONLY A FEW WORDS. Words are little things, but they some limes strike hard. We wield them so easily that we are npt to forget their hidden power. Fitly spoken, they fall bke sunshine, the dew and fertilizing rain but when unfitly, like the frost, the hail and the desolating tempest. Some men speak as they think or feel, without calculating the force of what they say, and then seem very much surprised if any one is hurt or offended. To this clfss belonged Mr. Winkleman. His wife was a loving, sincere woman, quick to feel. Words to her, were indeed things. They never fell upon her ear as idle sounds. How often was her poor heart bruised by them. On this particular morning, Mrs. Win kleman, whose health was feeble, found herself in a weak, nervous stal.j. It was only by an effort that she could rise above the morbid irritability that afflicted her. Earnestly did she strive lo repress the disturbed beatings of her heart, but she strove in vain. And it teemed lo her, a-- it often does in such cases, thai every thing weiil wrong The children were fretful, the cook dilatory and cross and Mr. Winkleman im,a'ient, because sundry little matters belonging lo his waidrobe were not just to his mind. Eight o'clock and no breakfast yet," said Mr. Winkleman, as he drew out his watch on completing his toilet. Mrs. Winkleman was in the act of dressing the last of five children, all of whom had passed under her hands. Each had been captious or cross, or unruly, sorely trying the mother's patience. Twice had she been in the kitchen to see how breakfast was progressing, and to enjoin the caieful preparation of a favorite dish with which she had proposed to surprise her husband. "It will be ready in a few minutes," said Mrs. Wirkleman, "the fire hasn't burned very freely this morning." "If it isn't one "thing it is another," growled the husband. "I'm tired of this irregularity. There'd soon be no breakfast to get if I were always behind time in business m ilters." Mrs. Winkleman bent low over the child she was dressing, to conceal the expression of her face. What a pain now throbbed through her temples. Mr. Winkleman commenced walking the floor impatiently, little imagining that every jarring footfall fell like a blow on the sensitive itching brain of his wife. "Too bad, too bad !" he just ejacula ted when the bell rang. j "At las!," he muttered, and strode towards the breakfast room. Tne child ren followed in considerable disorder, and Mrs. Winkleman, after arranging j her hair and nuttimr fin a mnrnimr ran ! : ,i ! .. i .i T ki t. . i 3 i loiDeu them at the table. It look sump moments to restore order among the little ones. The dish which Mis. Winkleman had beeu at considerable paius lo provide for- l... i, .. i ..1 . .t. i i - i , ' 'ti iiuuauu nao act ucaiuc ma UiaLC. ,.,.!. ;, , , , i It was a lavorue amonir man v, and his- ... I i. i i I . -.1 wile looked lor a pleased-recognition, ' ,- i . ... i therefore, and a lighting up of his cloud- i l p , , , . . ,. ; ed brow. Uut he did uol seem to notice : it. After supplying the children, Mr. WlliLI.m.in lift.lru.il liin.tt in .il..nf ,, , ... . , ", - AL Ihe TltsL IllilULlillll !'' Ini-ftv iliiwii ln knife and fork, aLd pushed the plate from him. "What is the matter ?"' inquired his wife. "You didn't trust Bridget to cook this, I hope," was the response. "What ailsil?" Mrs. Wiukleman's eyes were tilling with tears. "Oh, it's of no consequence," answer ed Mr. Winkleman, coldlj', "anything will do fur me." "James!" There was a touching saduess blended with the rebuke in the tones of his wife, and, as she uttered his name, the pent up tears gushed forth and ran down her cheeks. Mr. Winkleman didn't like tears. They always annoyed him. At the present lime he was in no mood to beai with thtm.' So on the im; ul:e of Ihe moment he arose from ihe table, and la- i ! king up his hat, left the h juse. Self justification was tried, though not with complete success. The calmer grew the mind of Mr. Winkleman, and the clearer his thoughts the less satisfied did he feel with the part he had taken in the morning drama. By an inversion of thought, not usual among men of his temperament, he had been presented with a vivid realization of his wile's side of the question. The consequence was, that by dinner time, he felt a good deal ashamed of himself, and grieved for the pain he knew his hastv woids had occasioned. It was in a better state of mind that Mr. Winkleman returned home. As he went up stairs he heard the children's voices, pitched in a low key, in the nur sery ; he listened but did not hear the tones of his wife. So he passed into the front chamber, which was darkened. As soon as he could see clearly in the feeble light, he perceived that his wife was lying on the bed, her eyes were closed, and her thin face looked so pale and death-like, that Mr. Winkleman felt felt a cold shudder creep through his heart. Coming to the bed-side, he lean ed over and looked down upon her. At first he was in doubt whether she really breathed or not ; and he felt a heavy weight removed when he saw her chest rise and fall in gentle respiration. "Mary !" be spoke in a low, tender voice. Instantly the fringed eyelids parted, and Mrs. Winkleman gazed up into her husband's face in partial bewilderment. Obeying the moment's impulse, Mr. Winkleman bent down and left a kiss upon her pale lips. As if moved by an electric thrill, the wife's arms were flung around the husband's neck. "I'm soiry to find you so ill," said Mr. Winkleman, in a voice of sympathy. What is the matter ?" "Only a sick head ache," replied Mrs. Winkleman. "But I've got a good sleep and am better now ; I didn't know ii was W tam,' "she added, her tone changing slightly, and a look of concern coming into her countenance. " I'm alraid your dinner is not ready yet ;" aud she attempted to rise. But her husband bore her gently back with his hand say ug: "Never mind about dinner. It will come in good time. If you feel better lie perfectly still. Have you suffered, much pain ?" "Yes," the word did not part her lips sadly, but eame with a soft wreathing smile. Already the wan hue of her cheeks was giving place to a warmer tint and the dull eyes brightening. What a healing power was in his tender tones and considerate words. And this kiss it had thri'led along every nerve it had been as nectar to the drooping spirit. "But I feel so much better that I will get up," she added, now rising from her pillow. And Mrs. Winkleman was relieved from pain. As she stepped upon the carpet and moved across the loam, it was with a firm tiead. Every muscle was elastic, and the blood leaped along her veins, with a new and healthy im pulse. No trial of Mr. Winkleman's patience in a late dinner, was in store for him. In a few minutes the bell summoned the family, and he took his place at the table so tranquil in mind that he almost won dered at the change in his feelings. How different was the scene from that pre sented at the morning meal. And was there power in a few simple words to effect such a change as this ? Yes, in simple words, fragrant with the ' r o odor of kindness. A few gleams of light shone into the mind of Mr. Winkleman, as he returned musing lo his office, and saw that he was f. 11 .- .1... -I 1. !. ... .... f oueu 10 uiame lor me ciouus iuai t- ten darken the sky at home. 1 . ... . , "Mary is foolish," he said mpaitial ' , , self justification, "to take my hasty ' J , words so much to heart. I often speak , f ,, without meaning hall what 1 say. one lit to know better. And yet," be added as his step became slower, for r he was thinking closer than uual, "it may be easier for tat to choose in)' words carefully, and repress the unkindness of ioue that "ies lliem a double force, than o for her lo help ieelirj pain at their utterance. Jt'ST before ihe termination of cliurn- i:1g put i" the .Vj'k f ''ggi. 11 has bet n kept u secret, bul its value requires pub licity. Dante, in hi- lowest hell, has placed (hose who have lietrayed woman ; and in ihe lowest deep of the lowest deep those who have betrayed trust. "Mes of all countries," says Sir James Mackintosh, "appear to be wore alike in their best qualities than the pride of civ ilization would be willing to allow." Tun Italians say " Time in a silent I fi!..-. HEALTH. " Whatever promotes a etmf or table and harmless state of mind, promotes health. If I tell my readers what politeness is, and how they may become so, and it is practised, I thus am fouud in the legiti mate conduct of a health journal. Who does not know that a single courteous act, or even a word, will sometimes break up in an instant, a reverie of sad ness, and place a gladness, where, but an instant before there was gloom. And any observant reader may, in his own experience, harrow up instnnces, full nu merous even in a short life, where an act of thoughtless or unexpected, or unde served rudeness, has caused a tempest of feeling which hours and days have failed to allay ay, half a century, some limes a fruitful source of fresh resent ment whenever thought of, for the whole of after life, long after the churl or boor who excited it has gone to his grave ! In the same way, if I teach young men to he punctual, and thus save to others the fretfulness of disappointment; if I teach iheni to be methodical, and by having a place for every thing, and eve ry thing ic its place, save them from fits of passion, by not finding it in its place on emergency; if I counsel them not to go in debt in early life, beyond what they have ample and certain means to pay, without sacrifice, and thus save them from that wasting solicitude which has destroyed many a noble-minded mer chant: if, I say, by these and other means, I promote politeness punctuality, honorable dealing, and other menial vir tues, I thus am promoting human hap piness, and necessarily human health. For morals, virtue, religion, health, all re act on one another." CARRIER PIGEONS AND THE TELEGRAPH. GRAPH. Many of Ihe readers of newspapers who wake up in the morning, and find a column of European news, by telegraph -leuiy iur Uitur nvrsum, in the morning paper, the steamer having arrived only the midnight before, do not know the la bor inil the enterprise which are invol ved to procure this early transmission of the steamer's news. The "associated press'' have an agent for the arrival of New York steamers at the Sandy Hook lighthouse. He has filty carrier pig ons, which are (rained for the pupose of con veying news from the steamers to the shore. A man in open boat, in all kinds of weather, drops along side of the steam er, as she bears directly up Sandy Hook. The news is thrown over in a water tirht can, and the news being taken out a sin gle sheet is affixed to a bird's leg. The man then gives the signal to the bird, which raises his wings and away he goes, wilh all his powers of locomotion, in a straight line for the office, going a dis tance of three or four miles in as many minutes ; and, popping in at the window, is received by the agent, who transmits the intelligence over ihe wires to New York, Boston and Philadelphia, and thence to St. Louis, New Orleans, and all other parts of the country, so thai the news is frequently received over a large part of the United States, and published, before the steamer leaves the quarantine. PAPER DICKIES. Have usually been thought an appur tenance of that peculiar dandyism known as shabby gentility, but the OKI Colonial Memorial tells us that the article is about to become the height of comfort and fash ion. The editor has recently examined a lot of collars that pleased him great ly, and which he describes thus : This luteuuoii was luaue uy ujlli., who has obtained a patent for the same, and whose manufactory is at No. 408 Broad way, New York. The dickey is made of paper, and one ihuusnnd ptr hour are turned oil by machinery. They bear a stamp on which the patent and owner's name are observable, and are cut, creas ed and dented after the manner of our; common linen collars. A slit runs the! entire length on either side', by which: breakage or bending is prevented , they ( are highly polished, and no amount of perspiration can dis;uib their equiiibri-j um. They w 11 be found peculiarly ad vantageous in the warm days of sum mer, and in the lit a ted bail-room and theatre. They bear such a striking re semblance to the linen collars we ai in the habit of wearing, that we couL no1 cicdit the statement made about them, until, by permission, we lore one. They are strong, durable, and the very cheap est invention of tho kind we have ever: seen, the wholesale price being three ! and half a cents each. i DlIOUTH l.N THS NoKTH WEST. It !S a ! little singular liiat w bile all the Northern j aud Eastern Siuti s havn been flooded j with constant rrfins, (ii- Noith West has j .offend a s-'Vero dro;i'!i. Th-; region I about Council IJinlls lias been, until quite j itxeu'.iv, exironiHy 'irv. MRS. SWISSHELM ON SENTIMENTALISM. All the stuiFatx ut woman's love has beeu said over and over again fifty thou sand times tothegreatdetrimentof the best interest of humanity. There is no kind of necessity for using the press to per suade silly girls that it is very romantic and womanly to love a scoundrel, to leave her affections unguarded by reason or ex perience, and drift helplessly into sin, shame and despair, as an evidence of her unsuspecting womanhood. It is not that woman's affections are stronger and more durable than man's. We think Ihe very opposite is the case ; and two thirds of the women who pine or die for love, do so for want of something better to do. Everything calculated to make lovesick ness a becoming feminine accomplish ment, is a great injury ; but to strew the path of the suicide with the flowers of poesy and romance, is in a very great degree reprehensible. The best motto to guard a young girl through the ma zes of love, is "Do right, and trust in God." A girl who has done nothing wrong has little cause to mourn over the fickleness of a pretended lover. Better he should change his mind before mar riage than after. ONE DROP OF RAIN. A passage occurs in Lieul. Maurey's Physical Geography of the Sea,' ia which he computes the effect of a single drop of rain falling upon the Atlantis Ocean. Tbe Atlantic includes aa area of twenty-five millions of square miles. Suppose an inch of rain lo fall upon only one-fifth of this vast expanse. It would weigh, says our author, three hundred and sixty millions of tuns ; and the sail which as water, it held in solution in the sea, and which, when that water was ta ken up as a vapor, was left beh'nd to disturb equilibrium, weighed sixteen millions more of tuns, or nearly twice as much as all the ships in the world would carry at a cargo each. It might fall in an hour, or might fall in a day ; but, oc cupy what time it might in falling, this rain is calculated to exert so much force which is inconceivably great in disturbing the equilibrium of the ocean. If all the water discharged by the Mis sissippi river during the past year were taken up in one mighty measure and cast into the ocean at one mighty effort, it would not make a greater disturbance in the equilibrium of the sea, than tbe fall of rain supposed. And yet, so gen tle are the operations of nature, that movements so vast are unperceived. A WOMAN'S LAUGH. A woman has no natural grace more bewitching than a sweet laugh. It is like the sound of flutes on the water. It leaps from the heart in a clear, spark ling rill ; and the heart that hears it feels as if bathed in the cool, exhilirating spring. Have you ever pursued an un seen fugitive through trees, led on by her fairy laugh, now here, now there, now lost, now found ? We Jiave. And we are pursuing that wandering yoice to this day. Sometimes it comes to us in the midst of care, qr sorrow, or irksome bu siness ; and then we turn away and lis ten, and hear it ringing through the room like a silver bell, with power to scare away the ill spirits of the mind. How much we owe to that sweet laugh ! It turns the prose of our life into poetry ; it flings showers of sunshine over the darksome vrood in which we are travel ing ; it touches with light even our sleep, which is no more the image of death, but is consumed with dreams that are shad ows of immortality. Portland Eclectic. Smells. In an article in tbe Electic Magazine for March, on the Chemistry ef Common Life, is the following para graph : " There is a probability of compound ing smells infinitely more terrific than any which nature produces, and of em ploying them iu warfare either for pur poses of defence or annoyance. Some substances are sufficiently atrocious in themselves. Swallow a pellet of powder ed sulphur, and it will diffuse a noisome atmosphere around the individual for t.any days. Take a quarter of grain of a preparation of tellurium, and though in itself inodorous it will impart such a disgusting fetor to ihe breath and perspi ration, that the dearest friend of the vic tim vi ill be ready to indict him for a pub lic nuisance. If a bubble of selemuret ted hydrogen gas be ptrmitted to escape into a room, it will attack the company with symptoms of severe colds and bron chial affections which will last many days." Religion, in a general sense, is prop erly the comprehension and acknowl edgement of an unseen spiritual power, and the soul's allegiance to it ; and Chris tianity, iu its particular sense, is the com prehension and aj preciatiou of the per sonal character of Christ, and the heart's allegiance to that. A SHARP YOUTH. A little bey, about five years of age, was sent to a irroeerv store at the cor ner on some trifling errand, and while there his bright eye lighted on a barrel of pippins exposed temptingly to view just outside of the door. In going out imppears ne iook one, and returned to nia mother munching it. rrVhere"rlidr you get that nice apple, Willie ?" inquir er! his mother. w Dot it at the drocerr." replied Willie. "Did the mat give it to yon T" " JNo, 1 took itwj Why Wil lie, that was naughty ; you should not take apples, or anything else, without permission." "But nobody saw me.' Uh, yes, Willie, there was One who saw you." " Who saw me V " Why, God saw you." Willie stopped a mo ment to consider, and then, with a good deal of satisfaction expressed in his face, replied " No, he didn't see me ; there was an awning over the door P - A MODEL PETITION. Mr. Editor : In looking over an old "Index Rerun" -I find that "once upon a time," when King George was upon the English throne, a graceless scats p named George King, committed some over act against the peace and dignity of the crown, and was therefore convict ed and sentenced agreeably to the laws for such cases made and provided-.-George King was jugged up to await Ida time to be hanged. He didn't like the prospect before him, and so concluded to send the King the following petition : "George King t King George lends hie humble peti tion. Hoping King George will pitj poor George KngVcaa dition ; ...., ; - . If King George to Ciorge King will grant 4. long da, George Ki g for King leorge forenrin pray." 11 The prayer was granted and the eul prit reprieved. Boston Transcript. Tkck Beskfactors. Channing says, and with truth : " Tbe day-laborer, who earns, with horny hands and the sweat of his brow, coarse food for a wife and children, whom he loves, is raised. By his generous motive, to true dignity: and, though wanting the refinements of life, is a nobler being than those who think themselves absolved by, wealth, from serving others?' It is worthy pf note, that the men and women who think most highly of themselves, and most iu.auij vt viuvt ma Hi vr uv ivuu back to society, for the good things they enjoy, the smallest return of personal ef fort. The world's true benefactors, and therefore its true noblemen, are they who serve it, humbly and earnestly, to the best of the ability God has given them. All others "are but counterfeits and pretenders. Ex. . ( . A Stubborn Jurt. The ' Portland Transcript tells a good story of Col. M , living in Washington county, Maine, who had a great aptitude for serving as a juror. When thus serving, he had a very great anxiety that his optn- -1 1 j 1. 1 1 ' i . . j - 10a suouia ue largely, cousiuieo. iu ma king up a verdict. ' Some years ago, while upon a case, .after many hours' tri al to agree, bul failing, he narshalled the delinquent jury from the room to their seats in the yurt, where the impa tient crowd awaited the result -of the trial. . ' ' " " Have you agreed upon a yerdict ?' inquired the clerk- . Col. M arose, turned a withering glance upou his brother jurors," and ex claimed : " May it please the court, we have not ; I have done the best I could do, but here are eleven of the most contrary devils I ever had dealings with." The way they cool themsehes in hot weather in Sierra Leone, in Africa, is thus graphically described by an old sea captain : "A black fellow,' sle, goes into the market. It's as hot as ,we 1 any thing. He buys a melon for three farthings and what does he do with H ? -" Th black fellow, sir, hasn't a-rag on. ' He buys his melon, cutset in halves, and scoops out ihe middle. -Hsits in one half, covers, his head with the other,, and eats the middle. That's what he does sir. I saw Sierra Leone in all its tropical glo ry cheapness of produce, darkness of populatiou, gigantic vegetation and priin- tive state of manners." " When we should show any one that he i3 mistaken, our best course is to ob serve on what side he considers the sub ject, for bis view of it is generally right on this side, and admit to him that ..it .is right so far. He will bo satisfied with this judgment but only inadvertent in not looking at the who! ; ot the case." -Pascal. . Not always those who have ihe quick est keenest perception of character are the best to deal with it, and perhaps for that very re;jon. Before we can influ ence or deal with rain 1. contemplation must be lost iu sympathy, observation must be merged in love. A Womas's Ultimatum is "Shant !"