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.S-sS.-j-I 'Wf7, if i" il 'L ll if ll ! i FM-. l--:J Ll- S - v .IT PI R! KHKD PY . HiFGOOD & ADAMS. VOL. 40, N'O 17 51 irrklij uinilq Journal, Draofrb WARREX, fa .frrrbam, Jlgrirultarr, TRUMBULL COUXTY, literate, Miration, local OHIO, V E D X E S 1) A V Snfrlligrnrf, anb tjjr 3fl?tus DECEMBER 1 2, 1 3 55. of ijje 33ai. f TERMS: J ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENT j rim Annex. in adtakcb. WHOLE XO. 2045- Poetry. From the London Athenæum. MY PHILOSOPHY. Bright ttiii.gs ran never die, K'elt choti they fa-ie; Beauty an-i Dloitrt-!sy Deathless mere made; What thuu-h the suuucer day Passes at eve tviy; Doth & the tnMu soft my Silt-ace the ttight? Brtjrht thttif can nerer die, Saith my ihi:o0-liy; rhtEus. though he pass by, LeaTes us the light. Kiud words can never die. Cherished and I. lest: . God knows hov deep they lie Stored in the !reast. Like childhood's jixcple rhymes Paid o'er a thousand times. Aye, in all years and climes, Pitanl and near; Kind words can never die, Saith aiy philosopl.y, Xhrep in the soul thej lie, Gd knows how dear. Childhood can never die Wrecks of the past Float ou the memory K'en to the last. Many a happy thine, Many a daised spring. Flow- on Time's ceaseless wing. Far, far away; Childhood can never die, faith my xhilo.ohy; Wrecks of our infancy, Live on for aye. Sweet f.tneies never die. They leave lehind Some fairy leewcy Stored in the wind Some hip; y thought or dream Pure as day" earliest team. Kissing the gentle stream, In the loi.e glade. Tet though these thin; pass by, Stith my philosophy. Bright thing - can never die, K"en though thev fade. Choice Miscellany. OUR OLD GRANDMOTHER. "I find the marks of my shortest steps beside those of my beloved mo,uer. which were measured by my own' s ys Alex- ay-. , . onlor tin m o c i n I c r rtAmn ruo vm .lru srr . . . . . IX the sweelest imnres in tits- world He ... , . , , . . . was revisilni'i the home of ins infancy ;, , - i ... i , he as r"tracin the Itttl paths around . . ... . it, in which he had once walked ; and . , , , , strange flowers could not efface, and rank , , , , , , grasscould not conceal, and ci uel ploughs , , ... . . , could liot obliterate, his "shortest loot- , ,. , , , , steps," and Lis mother s bes tie them, , , , . measured bv his own. And who needs to be told whose foot- steps they were ihat thus kept lime wiih the feeble patu ling of chidh.Hrd s little feet ? It was the mother behind whom Ascanius walked "with e.iur.l steps" in . Virgil line, but a strong, stern man who could have borne him and not been bur- dened ; folded him in Lis arms f.om all danger and not been wearied; every thing, indeed, he could have done for him. but ja t what he needed most c.uld not sympathy wkh him; he could not oe a ciuia again. All ! a rare art is that, for indeed it is an art, lo set back .i ......... . , . uie great oia ciock oi time, ana ue a r.oy once more ! Man's imagination can ea-: see the child a man ; but how hard ; is for il lo see the man a child ; and hcwLo had learned to glide back into thai roy tim -. when he did not Know that thorns were under the roses, or ihat clouds would ever return after the rain ; when he thought a tear could stain a cheek no more than a drop of rain a flower; when he fancied that the life had no disguise and hope no bliglit at all, has come as near as anybody can lo discotering the northwest passage to Paradise. K And ii is perhaps for this lerson that il is so much easier lor a mother lo en ter ihe kingdom of Heaven than il is for the rest of the woi Id. She fancies she is leading the children, when, a ter all, li e children are leading b r; and they keep her indeed where lhe river is the narrow est and the air is the clearest ; and ihe beckonirg of a radiant baud is so plain ly seen flora the other side, that it is no wonder shs so o'leu leis go her clasp j upon the little fingers she is holding, and goes over to the neighbors, anil Ihe children follow like lambs, to lhe h 1 1, for we think it onght somewhere to be writen, "where the mother is, there wid the children be also." But it wsi? not of the mother wt b gan to think, bul of the dear, old lashiuned grandmother, whose thread of love, spun "by hand" on lift's li.t e wheel, was longer and stronger ilia:: '-hey make il now, was wound about and about the children :-he saw placing in the child ren's arms, in a true love knot that noth ing but Ihe shears of Alropos could sev er; for do we not recognize the htnibs -aonietim-fs, when summer days are over, nnd autumn winds are blowing, as (Ley come blea ing from the yellow fields, by the enrason threat we wound about their necks in April or May, anil go un o ti e gate and lA the wan.!elers in ? Blessed be lhe children who Lnve an old fal.ioned grandmother. As they hope for length of dajs l- t iheni love and honor her, for, we cau t'.-ii them ihej I will never find anotliti. j ' ' : , : i ' - Jhe tick of the do k runs fairt and low. bile opKas t ,e mysterious door, and pro sily Ceedlo wind ii, up. We are ail on un it loe aII(1 we beg j 4 i.i! t0 be ltd up 0le by onet anJ lt in lbe hundredth liaiL. upou tin cases of tlle V. rins, auJ lhe po.,r lonely pen-lulura, which (KS l0 alJ fl0 hy ;LS liuie diru w-ajOWf auj ueVcr comcs oul in lhe worlJf aild our petitions are all granted, and we are li.teM up, and we a 1 touch with a Gii'et Tin r: i a inrc o'd kilcl; n some - ; wli rt; in lie past, and an olJ-laliion ctl Cre place llienin, niili snuxnii old j mis ! suiie ; nni:li will-niiinj" kijvcs ; llial liad birn sliiirj)i-ned tht-rt, nioo.li j wiili iranv liiile fin;-r llial have tlunir tlit-rc. Tl.fi; art- andirons loo ; t! e old audiruiis, wiili rirgs in the lop. wherein nittnj temples of flame have been built, with spires and lunets ol I crimson. 1 here is a uroaa warn iieariu; broad enough for three geiicraiions to clusitr on ; worn by feet that have been torn and bleeding by the way, or been made "beautiful, ' and walked uj on floors of tesseilnted gold. There are t jns in the comer, wherewith we t,rrap- ed a coal, and 'b'owin.; for a lii'le life," lighted our tirst candle ; there is a shov el, wherewiih wire drawn forth th flowing t tubers, in which we saw our C.sl farcies and dreamed our first dreams; the shovel, with which we slir red the sleepy logs, till the sparks ru-h-ed up (he chimney as if a forge were in the blast below, and whed we had so many somethings that we coveted ; and so it was we wished our first wishes. There is a chair a low, rush-bottomed chair; there is a little wheel in the corner, a big wheel in the garret, a loom in the chamber. There are chesU full of linen and yarn, and quills of rare pat tern, and "samples" in frames. And every where and always the dear old wrinkled face of her whose firm, elastic step mocks the feeble saunter of her children's children the old fashion ed grandmother of twenty years ago. ver7 Pvidence of the old homestead; she who loved us all. and ..... ... ., ..... it ii .... r... toon, an tue scuovJi in tne iiunuw iui !fcrn,ndchiWri'n ,,eide A sreHl "i""1 I sive heart was hers, btU'-ath that woolen f or l!mt more siaIey bom azine or iLr1 j,, of silkl.n u xlure. lan sic ijui i uai uiuag tutiu w.. o.... iw. i.v at fi,. biue eyes, wi.h more ol beau'y in , , . , ,f , them lh..n Time could touch or Death , , . , , . , , do more than hide those eves that held , ., , . ,. . . . boLh smiles and tears within the faintest call ol every one of us, and son r- proof, , , . 1 , i hat seemed not passion- but regret. A ,. r . , . whiie tress has ecaped from beiieaili , , , . hersnowev can ; she h:is jul res ored a , , , ' , , waiider n himb to its ruouier ; she , ... , , . , lengthening tht lellu r of a vine thi was Mr;lJ Uig ww H wiu Jlw fis hv Panu. in Hnd'j.itked a f .ur-leaved clover fcr El- len m!S down by the little w heel H ,rs is ra;1Ilin;, u.r.iuh her fi..g rs froI U.e d.-tatTs di.hevelleJ hand. wl.. n a s1,ail Voioe clirs -(irandma ' tr.,m the i M ri.j cra(ile anJ . Griludm;t Toin my thou,3 from le lyp of slairs. Gently she lets go tl thread, fo, her p ; dt;m:e is ahnost as beau;ilU, as ller char. j. anJ she loac!les t. ,Ltie rtd baik a m'olr,eut, till the young voyager is in a areMni a-ain. and then directs Tommy's ,.nHVailin'' attempts lo harness the cat ' the wonderiul weighu, and the miisic of the little wheel is resumed. Was Mary to be married, or Jane to be wrapjed in a shroud ? S meekly did she fold the w Lite hands ol the one upou her still bosom, that there seemed lo be a prayer in them there, and so sweetly did she wreath the white rose in the hair of the other, that one would not have wondered Lad more roses budded for company. How she stood between us and nppre bendtd haim ; how the rudest of us soil- enec1 beneath lhe gentle pressure of her Ltded and tremulous baud! From her capacious pocket that hand was ever wi.hdraw n closed, only lo be opened in our own, wilh the nus she had gather ed, the cherries she had plucked, the liiile egg she had found, the "turn over" she had baked, the trinket she had s or ed loi us the offspring of her heart. Well, she sang. Her voice was fee b'e 'ind wavering, like a fountain just ready to Ull, bill ihen how tweet loued it was ; ard it couldn't grow sweet'T. What "jny ol g ief ' il was to sit there around the fire, all of us, except Jane, that clasped a prayer to her bosom, and j her we thought we saw, when the Lall door was opened a moment by lhe mind;, then we were not afraid, for wasii'ij il her smile she wore? to sit, there j an unci the lire, and weep over the wn-s ! lhe "U::bies in ihe oods, wiu j.ty j down tide by side in lhe .solemn t-hutl ows; and Low strangely gUJ we le!t ! when lhe roam red b.east covered ihem ! with leaves, and last of all when the au- j gels look them out v( the night into day J everlasing. j j We may think wbai w- willol ii now, ; but the soiiif hu.I ilie hr) Lentil around ! the kiiclu n tir liateculoiid ihe tliouylit j and iit es i most of us ; I.hVi- giit u us ' ll.e yerms of wlialuv-r jioe'ry bleM- Jour in-aris ; wlia!evt-r ol intriiory Moouis in our yeverdavs. Attribute whaitver we m.,v lo the scli. ml and lhe school ni .sttr, ihe ras which make that Intel's day we call lite, radiate lioin the. Ood swepl circle of lhe hearthstone. Then she sings an old lullaby she sang to nioiher her mother sang lo her; but she does not sing it through and falters ere 'tis done. She rests her head u on her hands, and it is silent in the old kitchen. Something glitters down be tween her fingers in ihe fire light, and it looks like rain in the sunshine. Die old grandmother is thii.king when she fir heard ll e song, and of the voice that sang it ; when a light h-tired and light hearted gill, slid hung around (hat niolh ei's chair, nor saw (he shadows of li e years to come. 0 ! the days that are no more ! What spell can wc weave to bring thiin back? What words un say, wiiai deeds undo, to set b.iek.just this once, the ancient clock of time ? " So a!l our liuie hnds were forever clinging to her garments and staying her, as if from dying, for long ago she had done living for herself, and lived alone in us. But the old kitchen wants a presence to-day. and lhe rush bottom ed chair is lenantless. IIo'v she used to welcome us when we weie rown, and came back once more to the homestead. We thought we were men and women, but we were children there. The old las'::ioned grandmother was blind in the eyes, but she saw with her Iteurt. as she always did. We threw our lorg shad ows through the open door, and she felt ihem, as they fell over her form, and she looked dimly up, and saw tall shapes in the doorway, fnd she says, '-Eiwsrd I know, and Lucy's voice I can hear, but who is that other. It mtlit be Jnne. for she bad almost forio ten the folded hands. "Oil, no, not Jane, for she I t me see she is wai'.iug me, i n't she ? ami the old grand rao. her wsnJereJaud wept. "It is another daugh'er, raudmolher, thai Elward has biou lit,'" says some one, "lor jour i)lesing." "tias he bl"eeyes, my son ? I'tr- her h n i in mine, lor sue i my l'esi bom, lhe child of my ol I agf. Siiall 1 sing y.iu i song cinl Ireii :" Her h.tn I i in lor pocket as 'f oil; sh - i i I'y i'uiU tilmg ior a toy, .i tvch:,.iK- gif. for .he children that have couie agniu. One of us, nK-n as we thought, we were, is weeping; she hears lhe half-sup- pressed sob; the say-, as the extends her feeble hand, "here, my poor child, rest upon your grandmother' shoulder ; she w ill piolecl you from all harm " "Come, children, sit round the fiie again. Shall I sing you a :-ong, or tell y u a story ? S.ir the fire, for il is Cold, the nights are growing colder ? ' The chick in the corner struck nine, the bed lime of (Lore o'd dtys. Tne song.of life was indeed sung, lhe t'ory kild ; it was bed time at last. G Hid night to thee, grandmother ! The old- j.ishioned grandmother was no more, and we miss her forever. Put we will ret up a tablet in the midst of the memory, in ihe midst of the heart, and write on it only this : ' i I i i j : , I ' : 1 I , ' ! : I j j ' j ; i I SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE OLD FASHIONED GRANDMOTHER. GOD BLESS HER FOREVER. DEATH OF THOMAS JEFFERSON AND JOHN ADAMS. A Illy ia Verm mt wis united b,- a young cler-ym i!i to win! religious de bu: nomination site belonged "I don't know,'' said she, "Hn I I don't care anything about your nomini of tions !' r my j an I hold on to the o! J meeting Iioum-.' Don. I sugh so liar I at the ol 1 I iJy. M tny a pnli.ic.il p-irtizvi s'icks to his party as closely and just for the same re. son. The Fourth of July, 182G, was ihe fif tieth anniversary of the DecIarat:on of the Independence of the United Stales. The fiuthcr of that document, Thomas Jef ferson, ex-l'resideatof the United Slates, and John Adams, one of the most patri otic tigners, and an ex-PreMdent, also, had lived to behold the light of the day that marked a century of poli'ical bles sings lo a growirg and vigorous people. When lhe sun hnd set, the body of ihe former was cold in death in Vir'inia. and that of the latter in Ihe sleep of tne tomb, in M isi iuhtu-tu iu two Su es which were earliest in lhe field to conse crate, with the besi blood of their citizens, the erection of a political altar, founded on the exper ence aii-J w sdum of all pievious ages. "In death they were not divided." j IujastrJ. "j770 pr0speiity. I ABOUT POVERTY. BY ALICE CAREY. I w:h more ol u ha 1 the courage to be pooler : that the w.iil were not gone m td after lahion and dipl ty ; but so it is and (lie bit s ings we in gilt have.! are lol in the elloi l To gel iho.e which he .rn-Mle of the i.-ii.le. We are as one who sees the bright lop' of a mountain and c imbs till his strength is gone and the nooutide heat burns him up, and then sees too Lite the cot-1 deep shadows at ihe bottom. And what is it after all that we want? What is this reaching and wo'king ... . - . . coiiiplaiciii ' aboul ? W hat is there we rea'ly need which, by a little honest en tieavor, we may not attain it? In 'he lit. le and llmi eil experience of my life, now many sorrow ul liiui ed picture:1 1 have seen pictures (hat might just a' will have beeu turned towards lhe sun shine as not. Let me show you the first that ries to iej mind. Il is an old country house ihe roof all green with moss, the win dows broken, t ndthe paint washed from lhe walls. The trees that grow aboul it are upturned, ami lhe weeds in lhe door-yard have choki il out lhe tlowers, if there were ever any dowers there ; every thin.; lurks luinous. The wt 11 curb is shattered an 1 leaning to or.e side, the sweep broken, bu; in its useless condition, s'an ling yet ; so ilut the water is dran by means of a milk pnii and the cloth."!. ne ; a f.- s suited currant bushes, :-.nJ a huv-h of worm wood, indicate the spot where the garden had bet-n. The fences are down, n I the briars are up. In short, it looks (hriftless and comfortless, and why ? It was not always so ! J can remember when all the farm and the house were neat and trim, as you cau magine w hen the house li Id was astir at daybreak and tue dozen sleek cows weie milked and turned iuto lhe pasture . . . . . - b-lere sunrise. the tour or h e serawnv creaiures are sometnv.es net; - 3 lected unii. near noonday, and stand low- ing and s iiching the fl:es about the mdk- yard, in pi ice of chewing the cul in the in ip!e sh idow-i. The housewife lint u-ed lo look so ti l), as snesool cliiirning u i !r lit: clierry trees, al :h; door, is rarely lo be seen no', an 1 when she i-, it is in s.vci.Iy 'i.'fss, wLti ;t nielaiichuly air. '1 ne d.iors are elo-e situt, and I supect ihe spi Lts wo:k in an 1 a!oUi the place ft iih-asute. S ;n -:imes al (eil o'ehtck ill ;he iiloriiing, lhe owner of ihese pn m- ;ses has been yawning about the door, with u;icomV'J hair, and in languid spir its seemingly. lie used to be plowing when the larks o began to sing, and whistling as they. And what has wrought all this change ? Why are liie children, that used to be ekipping to the free school, with faces so roun 1 and so merry, kept at home now to roira wild thiou ih the woo ls, an.l forget all they had ever learned at their school. This, and simply this, 'n the reason of it-ail. A rich man has come (o the nighbor hood, and tiie shadow of his fine house falls across the doorway of farmer I)., as we call the person of a hom we are writing. " Our r.ei -hbor don't milk a dozen jcows and make butter," says Mrs. D. "Suppose we sell ours, and try t-ome other way of doing ? ' The farmer de murs a little, but one after another the cows are sold . "It m k"s ibo Lands ol thechildre.n sobigan 1 awkward to milk,'" said Mrs. D., "and if we wan! them to be like anybody, (nieani ig lhe rith neighbor,) we must not have I hem milk." They don't try anything else, howev er, in the place of butter making, and before lon the drer.ses of the children are too old and too worn to WearlO, school: there is nothing with which to ' m a ke new ones, and Mrs. D. thinks it a small dilference wiielher ihey go at all, as it is as well to stay at home, if they can't do any more like other 'ol ;s ; re ferring ol course to the rich neighbor, whose ch ldren go lo the Academy. The weeds grow up iu the door-yard, ' Bless me,', says Mrs. D. "our holly ho.'ks and sua flowers don't look much like lhe beau:iiul fl twers soni ' peo-le hive. I doll t c ire whether they are planted or not. Ail 1 sj tilings go. Sibbi h luoruiiig comes, an 1 ihi wag on iu which they used to rile to chuic is n i drawn I rom beneath lhe shed. Mrs. D. ihi .ks people ihat can't have a carr age mat as well slay at home and real a serm m ; bosi les she noticed lint When she went List, lint her bonnet diJn't look like so ne la-lie's bonne s. And he rich neighbor goes by in Lis carriage, and l!;e. farmer wanders about the fields, looks at the colts and cows diminishing in numbeis and X'clleiirje, and at. labl jM-ie. home du'.isied with I I ! i ' ' ! aiid:bet" educated at the free school as well . , it... t i hiiur-eif and the world. I.t rau-e they ctii'i do all lhe rich neighbor crn do, ' they will do nolhiiiir. when, if they had k,-pl 8Uild foiward, they might have e. joyed many things for which they are n'' Vi,in!y "'g'''"'- li,lir d""r J''J n,i,lt ',t !)av! U-, n euclostd with a eione wall, bul a wnite-washed picket fence (hey could ,mve "nJ'liat withlhe holly-hocks and roses ileamin ihrou 'h, would have been pretty, if not grand. They might not have driven a fine coach. I ut :i neat and comfor'able cariiige might have been theirs, and theirci ildien ni'irht have -l ciiueiuy . As it is, the patents are unairaable, envious, j-j-.l us, whil-i their 1 laiilies are gr.r.mg uj in idleness and 'gnor:t:ice., and with proul and ambiiiors no:ions, loo that liiey -vill never be likely to have the means t f indulging. Again, I say, I wish we were ni t so much afraid of being po..r, or that we were less discontented a' the uppulence of others. Suppirse our neighbor looks down upon us, or that our roo! is low well, and what of it ? does (he storm beat through because of the pi oul looks ? if not, I see not dial we ire wor.-e. If my dress be fine of clo'li and the gown of my friend be of another a-nl coillier one, shall we cease to tie friends because of il. Not if sue be one whom I caie to have my friend. If 1 have not much gold and silver, I can narrow my wants if I will, and af ier all tilt! best thin 's are the free rif's ol God. The fresh air and lhe sunhine are mine, as well as the rich man's; and though he may ha-'ea luxurious house, he may be blind to the splendor of ihe sunset aud ihe glory of the stars. Un der any low cottage roof at midnight. I have had visions ihat wealth could not buy ; from the simple wood-flowers, and the hum of the bees, and the song of bin's, I have guilt red pleasures that lhe walls of a p thtce would have shut. out. And now, as I feel lhe sun -set light against me, and see the March boughs giving out their fresh buds i i the Iresh siiinitig air, I am content, even though my loi be humble and my poniou Sll.lll. 1 remain Vt ttlkiug wi.h a nighbor I tdy ol ours, years ago, it is n.w, it bout the good lor.uutf tli it had come lo her, for sue and her huband h id suddenly become rich. Tiiey had lived in an unpretending ii.de House in ihe midl of thick wood-, when 1 ti st vii:ed iheiu, an 1 were poor. Naturally enough, I alluded lo our first a -iiuaintance and to one of its many sea sous of enjoyments. "0, it was a deart l I place the house iu the wood,'" she said with a sigh. "Such sweet fl wers we ha I I here, such a uicegirden, and when we had Fie.dy, a bady, it wu the happ-et year of o-y life. We were not loa in true 1 and uiv husbuid was always at homy." Siie Met ped within the gorgeous dra pery of the window us she spike, au 1 wiping her t ars gazed long aud sadly towards the v rods that hid lhe old hoU-e away. S.ie had Freddy Mill and she had more flowers now th in liien, to-'eth-er with many stylish .inngs undreamed of (here, but alts! she wis les happy. We.il.h had brought ri.ii u a Ira n uf dissipations, aud before their f.il e glitter the young lo. e had tided, and the cliarm of life was lost. No more sunset biougliiJier tired bus. band from the lu-id, an I she looked at the old house and wept. Beaumont's Tvpe D sikibitixo Ma cuine Altera prtiiy ihoiough exam ination of the working of lliis machine, we are convinced, avs the N. Y. Jour- nalol Commerce, of its practical utility ia large printing establishments. Each machine wi 1 uistnbu e but one size of iype;but the inventor informs us thai HlMV mir 1-u o.,.,..n.r,,..-u.1 Ul-Ii,!, . ii! J vv. av ,,'ii--,.i cwwwi- vt.-nj lMP'el tu "idereiil HZes ot smal' ijp. Lf worked by Land, one man er boy can distribute I2,0t0 ems pel iiour. and with sc iree'y :i possibility of an error of a single type; wheieas by lhe usual process of hand distribuiion, 3.000 eras are about the average. The machine can be worked by steam, an I one man can then aUeild tol'ilee of them making the total distribu.ion in one hour 35.U0J ems. Thackery says a worn in'.s heart is ju t like a liihorr.ip':ier's stone what is on wri:ieu upon r c m't be rubbed out - e This is .-o. Let an heiress once fix htr 'affections on a s!:!e boy, and ail the preaching in the world cannot get her heart ah.ive ten b x-s and curry combs, " What s written in her heart can't he lubbi d oul." This fact shews it. -elf, not only in love but. in religion. Men clrtn.e their God's a dozen times; a wonr.n uever. To convert a sister of charity lo Metho;'.i.-m would require a greater u- mount ofji.v.ver th in ya would have to overturn the Pyramids. I j j : j ! j j j j ' I ! i ' ! I i ' j 1-ig-cnbin. 1 From the Home Journal. OUR FRIENDS. BY EBENEZER SPROUT. BY EBENEZER SPROUT. "Save us from our friends!" John Jones and 1 have many friends. We meet them up town, we meet them down town, we meet them in Broadway, aud on 'the Avenue,' and bow to them, or talk lo them, or laugh at -them; in short, we do just as everybody else does. John Jones is a genius, a philosopher; I, an ordinary, common-place individu al. He, like many other eccentric peo pie, (and not very eccentric either,) thinks we are 'ivintx loo fast now a davs, and wishing to reform society, he often expa'ia'.es largely on lhe subject; aud I (nil. with him, not that I be ieve (hat his wishes wi I ever be consummated, but mt rely for the sake of argument And yet, I was so deeply interested, l y a few lemaiksof his some tim.; since, that I remember them, even now. Having some business at Albany Ihat required our personal attendance, we took passage in the Alid.t, at the close ol a splendid day in the middle of August, and when (he tea-bell rang, we were Hi ding past tiie Palisades, ploughing the waters of the 'ljrdly Hudson.' I ".was after tea, and while sealed on the for ward de:;k, enjoving our cigars, anifga zi.ig at llit last rays of the sun which had just disappeared behind the High lands, that Joues exclaimed: 'Do you know, Eb, that we have no fiiends?' 'What!' said I; no friends? Why, there are Ihe Smiths, the Browns, the ' There they are,' repeated Jones, ex lending his left hand towards the reced ing spires of the cily. 'There they are. sure enough ; and yet, I say, we have no friends. A true friend Li the same always, in piosperily or adversity, wheth er high or low, rich or poor. None of your tag-rag-and-bob-tail acquaintances whose friendship can be bought with irood diuners or good wine. A true friend is a ways ready to assist you in any way that lies in his power, without Ihe expectancy of a consideration. Now, Eb, thii.k of these things, and tell me, have wc one solitary friend?' I glanced al the walking-beam that monotonous piece of machinery and it still wen: up and down. My eyes wan dered tj the smoke pipe; then lo the s' reamer that Soiled over our heads; then skipped across the river, and glided along the verdant banks, over pasture fields, over houses, over herds of cattle, over the tree-tops, made still more beau tiful by ihe last rays of the setting run, over hill and valley, up the country for miles awi.y; then over a new landscape. and back a.ain to the busy scene around j us. While my eyes wandered, my thoilgl ts were not idle, but (he effort was vain; and though heanily wishing to answer in lhe a!5m uive, yet, taking ia 1 to conside-ratijii John Jones" ideas of a tine friend. I could not. So, after a Ling p mse, I answered: 'No, Jones; not one. But,' continued I, 'you say that this is a 'progressive age,' that these are 'fist limes; that ev t ry tl-.iiig has ut dergone a change iu the past twenty years; ihen may we not i up pose that, friendship Ins changed also? 1 erhaps lhe warm-hearted disinterested friendship of old, is not ntcessary to com plete lhe happiness of 'our best rociel' in these later days; then why should it exist 7 Very true, Eb; there is no reason why it shoul ! exist, because true happiness is uuknotrn to 't ur best society.' Every thing comiecte I wi'h iu is false, ar ifi cial, m de to order.' Even we, who move in the first circles of the 'best so- ciety,' when we smile or laugh, and, (o nil outward appearances, are jovial aud merry, we are not happy; our gayety is a mask, to be put on whenever we ap- I. . f I f -.1. !. . pent ue.oie our so cuueu irieuus, i w no are, in reality, our greatest enemies.) We laugh when a joke is told, not that we can delect the least panicle of wit iu it, out oecauie it is lasmonaoic; Decanse it is considt red polite. I am a warm ad vocate of friendship and love uuiv.-rsal; true happiness, cannol exist in society where tin-re w no friendship, no love. You may laugh us you i!I, neveithe les I advocate 'love in a cottage;' and not oul y there, but love in (he chv, love i:' country, in the farm-house, in the on the mouniain-top, in the valle; wherevtr the human fimiiy ex isis, there would I have friendship and jve. Yes, even in 'our best society, ' if it can reach so fa-. Consider the Smiths who lire in a brown stone palace, full thiriy ft et front, ' on 'ihe Avenue. Why do we frequency receive finely enamel led, splendidly engraved, elegant gilt- edged cards, toge.her with the compli mt nis of Mrs. Augustus Cs'ar II tnnit al i Smith, informing us thl she is r.t home ! o:i Mich mid such evenings, at No Avenue? There are three reV I a i if a is to be in sons why. First, because we are blest tviih remarkably good voices, and Mrs. Smith finds il rather convenient to have the company entertained with a duett, while the musicians are preparing to strike up the redowa or a scho'iisch ; sec ond, wc are good dancing men ; and last, but by no means least, we are bach elors, and so ahundantly supplied with worldly goods, Ihat Mrs. Smith is quite certain that we could support lhe Misses Smith (there are two of them, just come out) in 'style,' should she succeed in ma king the matches (nollucifers ; necessa rily !) The Smiths are a good sample of all our friends. I tell you sincerely, Eb, I would rather grasp the hard, brown hand of au honest ploughman, in friend ship, than wear out a ptir of pttent leather boots on a tapestry velvet carpet, in the midst of our best society. " Here Jones ceased speakjng, and all was still, save the slight jar of ihe ma chinery, and ihe gurgling of the waters at the bow. My cigar having gone out, the deck being entirely deserted, and feeling inspired by the calmness of the evening, and, in answer to Jones's re marks, I struck up that qu tint old mel ody, "Auld Lang Syne.'' I had just fin ished the second line, when Jones joined me, and his clear rich m inly voice, filled the evening air. HOW BEST TO PRESERVE THE TEETH. It is probable ihat no department' of the healing art is subjected to more fre quent abuses than that relating to lhe treatment of teeth, and all intelligent per sons should know that no prictiser of that specially, can be safely trusted whose character and professional standing are unknown to them. I would call atten tion to the subject because of h'tving heard of recent abuses practised ia this city. The teeth should never be cleaned by other than mechanical ra an. Any chemical agent that will act upon tartar on the teeth will act upon and destroy the enamel of the Iteth also. Hence al though the teeth m be rande to look very white in a minuieor two by the use of acid, they soon become d trker than eve', to be whitened no more, and early decay and pain ate sure to follow. In cleaning the teeth by mechanical means the only caution to be ebserved is that they should no: be broken nor scratched, and thaL the tartar shall be so perfectly lemoved that a smooth surface shall be lef', as upon a rough surface there is sure to be a fresh accumulation of tartar. To have this done properly it is neces sary to- obtain the ai l of a practised hand, with appropriate instruments. To keep the teeth cleau, when once made so, fuil and soft brush should be applied m a rotary manner at least once a diy with water not very cold. As often as once a week prepared chalk may bi used for a deutrific-e. Wuen more than this needed it is best lo obtain the assist ance of the dent st. Ctiarcjal, pumice sloue, kc., wears away the teeth loo se verely, and indestiue'libltj as the fi- st naraed is, it insinu .tes itself between the gum and the neck of the tooth, which latter, nit being covered by e"amel, soon decays when thus exposed. Fil ling and filing teeth aie operations which no one but aa educated dentist should attempt ; nor will a pru lent person ever have a tooth drawn by any. other hand a dentist is near. If one is no', then let a hau ly and firm person, having tirst cut the gum well from ihe neck, embrace lhe tooth as near as (he not as possible wi h a p tir of foice-ju. and ex.racl the looth jus! as he would ex tact a nail from piece of furm ure be would not like to injure. For such a class of teeth there a peculiar motion in drawing ; but these none but the dentist will be likely remember. To relieve an aching tooih apply a drop af any essentia! oil or of laudanum, if you can get it into the cav ity, or a single drop of creosote, not around the tooth but in the cavi y ; and having done so, close up the cavi'y, first with a little cotton and then with a little beeswax. The lepeatcd applica tion of such a remedy will sometime de stroy lhe sensation of ihe tooth but more powerful agents for this purpose should applied by the dentist ale-ne. Even these cre sometime injurious to lhe mouth when carelessly applied. Above all, however, never trust your taeth (in jury to which cui never b'? repaired) to any person in whose" personal integrity and professional skill you Lave not entire confidence. Alveoles. Some irreverent wretch styles Dr. Bellow's new church in New York, 'The church of the Holy Zebra.' Ii is built alternate hu ers of red and yellow biick which gives it a cariosly streaked effect, resembling niu'ton chirrs or r iw pork. There are fools who Ciir.nol keep a se- cret. Their excessive greenness, like that of new wood, causes ihem to sj lit. g-HxIs, or l is INVENTIONS. " That man has sought out many in ventions," is as true at this day, as it could possibly have been when spoken by the wise man of old. In the Scien tific American, we read of a machine for milking cows, a sort of patent mechani cal calf, which sucks the milk into a pail without the aid of milk maids. The wtiter says it is a flexible tube, wilh four branches, each branch furnished with a thimble of the :ize and shape to receive lhe teats of the cow. When the air in the vessel to which the tube is attached, is exhausted by means of an air pump, tin: suckers (thimbles) lay hold like a calf. Another man has invented head shades, which are smi'.l umbrellas, worn on the head, saving the trouble of hold ing them up with the hand, and all ex pense in the way of hals and bonnets. Another aims cannon al distant ohjecta, by usiag luievopic sights, and another has app'ied for a pttent for artificial teeth, made of India Rubber and Gutta Perch. Mistake is tuj Articlb. The ITuuiUam Democrat ells a g'd story of a poor Indian who stepped into a groce ry store in Placerville, and raxde him self at home by ihe side of an opt n bar rel of tar, which he mistook for molas ses. He had in his hand a I af of bread for which ha had paid his last quarter, and as soon as the clerk's back was turn ed upon him, he dipped it into the bar rel, thoroughly coding it with the liquid and took a hasty leave. When around the corner of the street, he stopped to , take brea h and enjoy his prize. He lock but one mouthful, which he hastily pit out, and throwing the loaf away, struck a trot for home, having lost his loaf of bread by making a "slight mistake." Scrvevs is New Mexico. The Sur veyor Geueral of New Mexico writes to the Comm'ssioner of the General Land Office from Saata Fe, that he has closed a contract for (he survey of six hundred miles of the correction of standard paral lel lines east of the principal meridian, and also west of ihe said meridian, and south of the base line. The difficulties of carrying forward these surveys during the dry season are represented to be very great. The deputy surveyers have been paying teoent'j Jioe cen t per gallon for water for themselves and mules while surveying a large portion of the work. - Union. Mant of our reader will find the fol lowing useful. It is a rule by which to find the superficial number of feet a board contains. Multiply the length of the botrd in feet by the breadth of the board in inches, and divide the product by 12; the quotient is the contents in squaie feet. If ihe board is wider at one end than the other, add the breadth of the two eu Is together, and the amount lor the mean breadth ; then multiply this by the length and divide by 12 as before. If the length be feet and inches, ru luce the whole to inches, multiply it bj the brea !th and divide by 144, when the answtr will be feet.- We clip tiiisiu-m fro.n the Steubenville Zfcruiof the 17.h inst: Tuic "First Cut." Col. Coilier, of oui ciiy, received on yesterday, per mail, and from merchants of San Frtn cisco, out of regard for him, a beautiful and finely wrought silk vest pattern. The novelty of the present is, ihat it is ihe "first cul" of (he "first" piece of importe upon the "first" Japan ese vtssel that has touched our shores, entered an American pori, laden with the product of liie far off Japanese Is lands for traSi and the manufactured articles of that odd, ingenious, and here tofore exclusive people. Marriage of a U.S. Sesa'tor. Hon. George E Pugh, U. S. Senator, from Ohio was married to Miss Therese Chal fant, of Cin.:inuali, on Thursday. Miss Challant is sister to the Hon. Mrs. Mar shall, now in California, and when in Washington a few winters since was the acknowledged belle of the entire season. By rany she is considered one of the most brilliant and beautiful women in is country. .V Y. Express. Selections raoa Pcnch. A thought whilst mi-V'"j. Love U like a cigar ihe longer il burn) the less it becomes. Procrastination It is with our good intentions as with our dishes to-morrow too often the h-is'.i of to day. "Ciii dren." nays Mrs. Grant, "are first vegetable, and then they are ani mals, and sometimes come to be people." But ii is ssl enough to se see how few now-a-days g-'- beyCal the second stage. The best cough mix.'ur.i that Las been made con -ists of a pair of thick boots mii.d wi.hlo'sofaii aaH.ile'tty of exercise People who hug the stova aud grow lea) will i-se Q'jttoe.