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HAFOOOD & ADAMS, jc iriti BLOCK. 51 SBttklg arailq Sonrnal, -Bruofrb fa mbom. irnltur?, XWmlmt. (Biuration, 3DoraI I nfrfligrnrt, antt flje Jlfins of tjt Dmj. TERMS: ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CESTI ru Un, I ADTASCS. VOL. 40, NO 20. WARREN, TRUMBULL COUNTY, OHIO, WEDNESDAY JANUARY 2, 1856 WHOLE NO. 2043 Poetry. From the Household words. PASSING CLOUDS. Wbar arc the swallows Ile4 T 1 Yrosen and 4ead, i Psrdianee, np.-a tome bleak and stormj shors. Q doubting heart 1 tax o'er the purple seat. They nit in sanity ease. The balmy aouthera bteexe. : To brisf them to their northern komea once mora. Why auat the flowers die t Poisoned they lie la the cold tomb heedless of tear or rain, 0 doubting heart 1 They only eleep below White winter winds shall blow ; To breathe and smile npon yon soon again. The son hath hid his raya These many days ; W1U dreary hours nerer leare the earth t Odoaoting heart I . . " " . The stormy clouds on high Teil the same sunny sky, - - That soon (for spring is nigh) Bhall wake the summer into golden mirth. fair hope is dead, and light 'Is quenched in night, , What sound can break the silence of despair f 0 doubting heart I The sky is OTercast, Yet stars shall rise at hut. Brighter for darkness past, ' And angels silver roices stir the air. Choice Miscellany. Choice Miscellany. BEN BOLT & SWEET ALICE. "Oh, don"! you remember sweet Alice. Ben Bolt 1 Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, ' Who blushed with delight when you gars her a smile, ' And trembled with fear atyour frcwn. In the old church yard In the ralley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, Thry have fitted a slab of the prorate so gray, -' And sweet Alice lies under the stone." Don't you remember?" Are those three magic words a key wherewith we - may unlock the floodgates of the heart, and send the sweet wate-s of the past - orer the plains and down the hills of that ' fair land known in our heart's experience - as by-frone ? Even so. There rise be fore our visions of time when the bright, deep eyes of the young spring gazed sly- ly upon tts from" beneath the ermine mantle of winter when the blue violets stole their first lint 'from the azure sky above when cowslips of sunny May, and the golden hearted buttercup first jeweled the slender blade: of grass ; and the hawthorn grew while with its blos soms when we reamed the woods the whole of that long, warm, loveable June holliday, weaving garlands, and listen ing to the concert of birds in thai dark, mistlelo wreathed, oaken forest. There was one in years agone that prayed, . . T 3 1 ,, 1 --jjnra, seep my memory green; ana the clinging tendrils of our hearts goes back ever yearningly to this prayer. But green and fresh as the poet's pray AP Tharl tliA ThAarf rF Tlan TJrJf liaan tant V,, U UJt . USI . V. Wlb &Jr.U UVf. ' From his early boyhood to the hour he eat fcy his old friend, and listened to the bygone days. Not 'through the glass. darkly,' did he review those scenes of the boy heart, to others of childhood. There was a li'.tle old red schoolhouse. with its dusty windows, and desk that . had been nicked many a time trying pen knives ; its tall stern looking teacher, whose stern voice caused the youngest ones to tremble; its rows of boys and girls with their heads bent attentively rinwsnorarrl r.1 tlifir hrtnl-e find &latAS tlwi wild winter wind sang and whistled with out, and some few childish hearts tried to find words for its mournful notes. They were too joung and happy to know in its wail, yet did they learn it in after years. Then there came a few light, round snow balls, so tiny th;it it must have been the sport of the snow spirits, in their eld rich revels, changing by and by to feath ery flakes) that danced about ever frail v. How the children's eyes grew bright as they looked atone another, and thought of the merry.iides down hill, and the snow balling that would make the play ground ring again. The last lessons were said, books and slates put aside, and in the place of silence reigned gay, glad voices. Kate Ashley shook her pretty ringlets, and laughed as she gave Jamie Marvin that bit of a curl he had teased so long for, because she know that Jamie had the prettiest sled in the whole school. Ab, a bit of a coquette was the same gleeful, romping Kate. And there was Sophia Dale, looking as demure as a kitten walking from a pan of new milk ; and playful as a kitten, too, was she, in spite of her quiet looks : and the stately Elizabeth Queen Bess they called her and I question if Eng land's queen bad a naughtier carnage. But apart from these, who were eagerly looking for friends to take them home, stood Alice May sweet Alice. Very beautiful and loveable was she, with her winsome, childish face, blue eyes, and soft brown curls. She was so delicate and fragile, you might almost imagine her a snow child, or a lost fairy babe. Nearly all the children Had departed, amid the joyful shouts and jingling bells, and yet the little child stood alone, un til a rich, boyish voice startled her, say ins : j "No one goes your way, Alice, does there ?" "No, I guess not, Ben," she replied, in her fine, bird-like tones. "Let me carry you home." "Oh, no, I'm too heavy to be carried so far;" and she laughed low and sweet- "J- "Heavy! no, you're just like a thistle down, or a snow flake, Ally : I could carry you to England and bank again without being at all fatigued," and be tossed the little girl in his arms. "No, Co ; let me go; the boys will laugh at vou, Ben;" and she strurred "What do I care ? They may laugh at Ben Bolt as they like ;" and the brave boy drew back the chesnut curls from his broad, fair forehea I, and drew himself up proudly; "but I did not mean to frighten you, Alice," ho continued, as he aw how the little girl trembled. So he put on her bonnet and cloak, and Ben took her in his arms as if she been a bird, whi'e the tiny little thing nestled down on his shoulder, as he went stumbling through the snow, saying gay. pleasant things that made the little thing laugh; and when, at length, he opened her mother's cottage door, he placed her on the floor, saying : "There, Mrs. May, I brought Alice home lust she should get buried iu a snow bank, she's such a weeny thing," and before Mrs. May could thank liitn he was out of si irli L What a brave and elorious snow-storm it was, though, dipping the great chunks of snow into water to harden them, so they rolled large snow balls for a pyra mid, until it was higher than the school- house. They worked bravely, but the bright est and pleasantest face among them was Ben Bolt's. Such rides as they had down the hill, and though the larger boys and girls said Alice May was loo little and timid to join them, because j she felt fearful betimes, yet Ben Boll j took her in his aims, and away they went as merrily as any of the rest. But the winter began to wane, and now and then a soft day would come, and lesson the pyramid and snow house materially. "Such a pity !" ihey said, and wished winter wcultl last always, but there was one little wren-like voice that prayed for violets and blue-birds. The pyramid tumbled down, the snow house giew thiner, and the boys jested about iu being on the decline, till one day it disappeared faded away, like so many of their childish Lopes. The glad spring came with its larks and daisies, and one day the children went a Mayiqg. Kate Ashley was queen, and a brilliant queen she was, too. But Ben Bolt gathered white violets and braided them in the soft cur's of Alice, and told her that she was sweeter, dear er than a thousand May Queens like Kale. Child as she was, his words made the sunbriirht brighter, and lenl enchant ment to the atmosphere of her very ex istence. Then the long June days came, encire ling the green earth with her coronal of roses, and making it redolent with per fume, and in the watm noontide hour, the children strolled to the foot of the hill, and clustering together, told over their childish hopes for ihe future. Some were lured by ambition; some dreamed of quiet country repose ; some of gay city life ; but there was one whose eye kindled, and whose face flushed with en" thusi,:sm, as he spake of the sparkling blue waters, and the brave ships that breasted them so gallantly. Ben Bolt was going to sea. Captain Shisely, a generous, whole-souled being as ever trod the deck, was to take him under his protection for the next five years. There were exclamations of sur prise from the children ; old haunts were visited and revisited; they sat down in the shade of an old sycamore, and listened to the musical murmur of "Old Appleton's mills,' exchanging keepsakes, and promises always to remember the merry, brave hearted boy whose home was on the wild blue ocean. Alice May did not join them. She was so delicate and timid, and the thought of Ben's departure fill her eyes with tears, so she would steal away alone, fearful of the ridicule of her hardier companions. . But one night Ben came to Mrs. May's to bid Alice good bye. Alice stood by the window watching the stars won- deiing what made them so dim never thinkingof the tears that dimmer) her eyes as Ben told over his hopes so joyfully. She could not part with him there, so she walked through the little yard, and stood beside the gate, looking like a crowned angel in the yellow coonlight; and when he told her over and over again how large she would be on his re turn; that he would not dare to call his little Alice then, as he looked lingering ly she laid a soft brown curl in his hand, saying : I have kept this for you this long long time, Ben ; ever since the day you brought me home through the snow do you remember ?" He did remember, and with one pas sionate burst of grief, he pressed the lit tle girl to his bosom ; and the brave hearted boy sobbed the farewell he could not find words for. But, five years are not always a life time. Ti ue it was to the quiet, thought ful Charlie Allen, whose large, daik eyes, had stolen brilliincy fiom his bonks; and the lauhinjr Hi tie Bell Archer both were laid to sleep in Ihe same old church-yard, where the night stars shone over the graves. Others went to seek a fortune in the the gay world, and some grew into miniature men and women by their own sweet firesides; but Ailice Mny was still a child. Yet she was a little taller and her slight form gracefully devel oped; but there was the same angel look ing through her eyes as had watched there in olden days. She had'stayed at heme now to assist her mother in sewing, their chief support; but she was the same shy, sweet Alice that Ben Bolt had car ried through the snow. lien I Jolt had come tiact. llow strange that five years should have pass ed so quickly, and stranger still that this tall, handsome sailor should be Ben Bolt. Kate Ashley was not thinking of sweet Sabbath day rest us the chime of the church bell floated through the village ; there she stood before the mirror arrang ing her curls, and fastening her dainty bonnet, with its white ril bons and droop ing blue bells, thinkin,' if she could not fascinate Ben with her sparkling eyes, it it would be delightful to have his chief attention during the day. He thought she did not look beautiful, as he sat, before service, looking on the olden faces; but there was a fairer one than hers, he fancied he saw the sweet face Alice May, with the half closed eyes, and the long golden edged lashes shade-wing the pale check, lie carried in his bosem a curl like the one nestling sosof ly by her temple, and it was a tal isman, keeping him from the enchant ment of other eyes. When the service was closed, Ben was throngodby eld familiar faces they had so much to say, so many things to speak of, so much to express at his safe relnrn, that it nigh bewildered him. It was very pleasant to be so warmly welcomed by eld friends, delightful to chat of by goncs, and indeed a Sabbath of joy to Ben Bolt. Sweet Alice ! Ah, how long and weary the tihie had been to her. Some times her heart died within her as she thought of the broad ocean ; but when she looked so shyly at Ben that morning and saw how handsome he had grown, a heart-sickness came over her, and the sunshine fell but dimly at her feet. j She knew she had hidden away in the depth of her pure heart, a wild early love, and she strove to put it from her ; for would he think of her now ? So, it was no wonder she should slip her slen der hand in her mother's and steal quiet ly from me joyous throng. It was Sabbath eve oe of those balmy, moonlight evenings of the young summer, Mrs. May had gone to visit a sick neighbor, and Alice sat by the win dow with the Bible open, and her slen der white fingers pointing to the words filling so musically from her lips : "And there shall be no lighl there ; and they need no candle, neither lL-ht of the sun ; for the Lord God sriveth them light, and they shall reign for ever and ever." She looked tremblingly npon the moon light, for close behind her knelt the man ly form of Ben Bolt. There was told a sweet story of love and hope, not ti:e less sweet for being the language of every human heart, and the tiny hands of Al ice clasped in his as she said very low and sweet : "If I live, Ben, when five years more have passsed, and you return a second lime- " She did not finish it it never was fin ished. So they plighted their troth that calm, holy Sabbath evening : and the bouy ant heart of Ben in its gushing sunniness pictured l riant hopes of the future. He was so young and full of vitality every pulse of his heart was beating gladly, and the coming five years were more precious to him than all the past. "If we both live, Ben, God will have us in his holy keeping," she said iu an swer to his parting words, but, as he pressed her convulsively to his beati ig heart, he replied : "God will be merciful to those who love so dearly, Alice darling." She knew it, but she knew also that God did not always hear the prayer fal ling from the hopeful lips. Sweet Alice! Adown the future Ben looked and as he saw her fragile form and spiritual face, with white lillies braided in the soft brown hair, his eyes grew dim with tears, for he knew not 'twas a bridal or a buri- al, for beside the altar was the grave yard. They were not wanting who wonder ed at Ben Bolt's choice, and thought it strange he should take Alice May in preference to the fairest and wealthiest. Some there were who held their heads lofty when they passed her, but her heart was on the blue waters and she heeded it not. How she waiched the summer days in their passing. She noted how the summer waned how the fields of wav ing grain grew yellow in the sunlight she heard the voices of the reapers and when the leaves were falling the children went out gathering in the woods; when the noiseless snow fell, and lay on the hill side, as in olden days, until the genial spring tide sun melted it away and the violets and hare-bells dotted the fields. So passed the year. She was growing fairer and more beauiiful, too brilliant for anything earthly. Once she knelt at the altar in the little church, and listen ed to the words uniling her with the Sa vior's redeemed on earth ; but it was only an outward form, for heart had long been in the keeping of nngels. Again shewatched the waning of the summer djys, and when the soft wind septover the silvery rye fields, she thought of the ocean afar with its broad waves. All through the winter she grew more spirit ual in her beauty, and the slender white hands were olten folded on her breast, and she prayed for those who the knew would soon be left destitute, for she knew she was dvinjr. It did not startle her ; for she had felt long ago that the fair, green earth would hold her pulseless heart, ere it had left the cloister of girlhood. Life was sweet and beautiful, and in her sinlessness. death had no agony, saved her soirow for those left in loneliness. It was only a very little way to the land of rest, and her feet, had never grown weary; yet she l..n.r.wl tt 1,.L- ,.,. flowers and have them braided in her hair ; and so she lingered till the voice of spring was heard upon the hill tops. i One morning when viewless hands were gathering back the misty curtains of the night and the stars grew dim in the glory of early morn, Alice stood on the threshhold ol Paiadise, and the trold- O en gates were opened to the fair, meek girl. There trembled on her lips a pray er and a blessing for Ben Bolt and her mother, giving radiance to her fair dead face, and tl-ey braided pring flowers in her brown hair. The church bell chimed softly to the years earth had claimed the stainless sou of Alice May as they brought the coffin in the little old church. How beauiiful she looked in her white burial ! too fair and sAcet for death too holy, had there not hee'n a resurrection bevond. Cio behind her stood the friends of her rirl- hood, gazing on that young face as if they would fain call her back to life and its sweet love. So ihey laid sweetAlice to sleep in the old church yard, and those who looked coldly on her, t ok lo their sorrowing hearts a sweet memory of the early dead. There was agony too deep far utter ance, when the strong, ardent hearted man whosp guiding star had been the lore of that sueet girl, came back to find the cottage home desolate, and Alice sleeping beneath Ihe gray stone in the old church yard. But God and time are merciful; and as years passed away, lie came lo think of her as garlanded in the golden fruit- age of England. This was the memory that his friend sang of, as they sat in tin: summer twi light, years allerward, and talked of the faces that had glimmered aud faded in their early pathway. Now, of all the glad hearts childhood had clustered to gether, only they two were left. Some slept in jungle depths ; others in the forest shade, ;:nd beneath the waving prairie grass. Some there wt;e who slept peacefully in the old church yard, among these, the fairest and the best was 'sweet Alice.' Ah, he could never have for gotten that. He had l.eaid from the lips of that de solate mother, 'ere she went to sleep be side her darling, how patient and holy Alice had grown ; how she passed away in her saint like beauty ; leaving mes sages that none but a fond and yearning heart can dictate. Down in his yearn ing heart, deeper than any other earth ly being, he had laid them, cherishing their beauty and greenness. Many a time haJ the spirit form of sweet Alice rUen before his eyes in all the beauty of that far off land; he saw but dimly, and he knew when that thing called life had merged into immortality, he should meet her again. Years afterward, they laid Ben Bolt to sleep by the side of 'sweet Alice.' Newark, N.J. Havs the courage to prefer comfort and propriety to fashion, in all things. a it AN INCIDENT IN MILITARY WARFARE. .i.VwoiMtos accordingly 'fit the critical na- The following passage i-i taken from "Percy Blake," a work which has just issued from the pen of Capt. Rafer: While lying in the trenches before Flushing, about an hour before daybreak, one of our advanced sentinels having dis charged his musket and retired, as usual in such cases, iuformed Capt. Tomkins that, three huge, dark-looking object were seen advancing from the town. The matter, indeed, appeared of such serious and pressing emergency that Torukins, without waiting to sift the accuracy of his information, instantly sent a report to the division headquarters that three heavy columns of infantry were ad vane ing in sortie, and the whole line wascon sequently turned out, immediate and general action being considered inevit able. Fortuna'cly, however, for us poor souls, who would have been the first victims of this "untoward events," it proved to be a false alarm ; upon which Gen. Acland, who was brigadier of (he day, rode but to the advanced posts in a towering pas sion. He instantly ordered Capt. Tom- kins to parade his picquet in front of their position, careless of their exposure to the enemy, fordaylight was then some what advanced, and louudshot from the ramparts cf Flushing were flying about us, too thick to be pleasant, attracted, no doubt, by the glittering of the muskets, which, in those days, weie not "done brown," as at present. My .readers are aware, from what 1 have already said, that it is sharp work for the eyes on outlying picquet, in front of an active enemy; and thai the appari tion even of a single indiv idual is apt to draw a dozen shots about his ears. It must, therefore, have been a matter cf great moment that could induce a general officer to expose both himself and a whole :?ial00n 10 ,ue nsK ot murderous lire. tjre of his position, and even had some misgivings about a drum-head court martial on the spot, for his false alarm. Judge, then, his astonishment, when the General addressed him with the utmost cooluess and deliberation, in the following manner: " Captain Tomkins, did you evci hear the story of the three crows ?" " Good gracious, sir I" replied Ihe be wildered Tomkins, "I never did." "Then, sir, l'U 'tell it to you," said the General, taLing a pinch of snuff, with all the nonchalance of a hackeyed rucottteur, "Once upon a time, Captain Tomkins, a sick man dreamt that he had swallowed a black crow" Here an eighteen-pound shot from the ramparts tore uj- the earth at the heels of the General's charger, and went ricoc heting over the 1 eads of the picquet; but be Preceded undisturbed as follows Steady, men ! no movement in the ranks. Though round shot generally kill, it isn't always sure to hit. This sick man, Captain Tomkins, having told hi dream to a friend, that friend told it to another ; with this improvement, how. ever, that this poor, dear, sick friend had actually swallowed a black crow !" A shell, which followed the eighteen pounder, al this moment lodged midway between me and the General ; and part ly burying itself in the earlh, exploded with a loud crash, scattering rocks and rubbish around in all directions. " Good heavens, sir!,? cried Tomkins, venturing to interrupt the story -teller, "there's a man struck down in the ranks!" " Well, sir! " exclaimed the imper turbable General, "did you never see man struck down in the ranks before? Let him be carried to the rear, sir ; and listen, if you please, to the sequel of my story, ihe sick man s friend, who may be compared to your sentry, Captain Tomkins, having (old the marvellous tale of the black crow to a greater fool th in himself, who may be likeneJ, Captaiu Tomkins, to you, the latter immediately magnified the wonder iuto three black crows, with which he horrified every one that would listen lo him. Now, had you Captain Tomkins, h td the cooluess to in quire into this matter before you had re course to 60 seiiousa measure as turning out ihe whole line, you would discovered that the three weighty columns, or black ciows which haunted your imagination, were nothing more than two drunken men and a pig ! The men were made prisoners, and the pig was shot by a hungry rifleman. You may now turn in your picquet, Captain Tomkins ; and I sincerely hope I may never have the pleasure of being on duty with you again, sir. " RIGHTLY EXPRESSED. dying clergyman, to whom he was dicta ting a letter, had written, 'I am still in the land of the living. 'Stop,' said the gasping man, 'correct that, and make read, I am still in the land of the dy ing, hope soon to be in the land of the living.' THE NEW STATE HOUSE AT COLUMBUS. This Building which is the most magni ficient of Ihe kind in the United States, is rapidly approaching completion. It may take two or three years more before it may be pronounced fiuished in every part ; but it will be gradually prepared for the use of the different apartments of the Slate Department. It is expected the two halls will be reaJy for ihe ac comodation of the two branches of the Legislature ernring the session commenc ing on the first Monday of January next. The area of the ground covered by the building is three hundred and four feet in length by one hundred and eighty four in breath. The lot on which it stands, is in a central and elevated por tionofthe city. It is six bun J red feet square. Architectually speaking the style of the building is of the Grecian Doric order, and presents an entablature extending the whole length of the front, three hundred and four feet, without a single break. The Hall of the House and the Senate Hall are eighty three feet in length, and fifty five feet and four inches in breath, and twenty-eight fee', iu height to the first floor. We cannot enter into particulars as to the different apartments in this spacious building. The following is a list of different rooms. T ao rooms for Governor of State; Four rooms for Secretary of State; Two rooms for Board of Public Works; Three rooms for Auditor of State; One room for Attorney-General. One room for Adjutant and Quarter Master General; . . One rcom for School Commissioner; Two rooms for Clerks ol the Houso of Representatives; Two rooms for Clerks of the Senate; One room for Serjeant-at Arms of the House of Representatives; One room for Serjeant-at-Arms of the Senate; One room for the Hall of the House of Representatives; One room for the Senate Chamber; One room for the Supreme Court; One room for the Clerk of Supreme Court; One room for the State Library; Twenty two rooms for Committees of Senate and House of Representatives; Five rooms for Water and Wash Rooms; Twelve rooms for Water Closets. litre we have seventy one different apartments, exclusive of the rotunda, the vestibules, corridors, and passages. Be sides, the list does not embrace the divis- ions of the basement, which contains all the apparatus for healing and ventilating j the entire building. For this system of! heating aud veniiiating, which is said to be almost perfect in iis kind, the public! are indebted to Ihe skill and assiduity of j Mnjor N. B. Kelly, the architect at pre in charge of ihe building. Several J other important after aciions and ira- i have been made by Major, Kelly, who will add greatly to the unity I and beauty of the several paits of the edi-i fice. The steam works and heating appa- ratus which are ah eady in part complet. ed, and will be iu full operation by Ihe; lstofJauuarv next. This svstem for i warming every part of the huge stru ture is so complicated and extensive. thai it can only be comprehended byjer. personal inspection. ILere are lour: large boilers thirty feet long ami four feel: in diameter, w ith four flues to each boiler. ; There are eighteen hot air chambers, ! with ihe necessary passages for Ihe ad-'these mission of cold air. Each of three cham-j contain 31,0'JO feet of pipe, and the j number of feet in the whole healing ap paratus is sixty thousand. As we ascend from the basement, we arc struck with the beauty and solidity of the floors, which are inl iid with black and white marble. The bace around room is of vhite marble. J The durable iion net work for ceiling j auu lii alalia uit nuivuiu ..i.ii. is placed is manufactured by the Colum bus Machine Manufacturing Company. This iron work forming a kind of la! hing alinoot as lasting as time itself, is as cu- j rious as it is useful. The ornamental: plastering is under contract with Dale & Son. of Cincinnati. Some beautiful specimens may be seen already fixed in! ihe Senate 1111. Mr. Charles Bullet, an! ..,..i fp;..;n..,.: .,...,. ed on the centre pieces and other orna- J nts,andMr. Markes. plasterer, and ! .dcllor. of Cincinnati, is assisting Mr. , me mod Dale, Mr. Fry, of Cincinnati, is also engag ed in making models for much of lhe work, of a highly ornamental character. The beautiful designs for the interior de corations are due to the skill of the arch- itect, .Major ivelly, and Lis assistant, ur. a sr , Farnshaw. .The edifice will be fire proof from the foundation in tho top stone. It will be, ! when completed, an ornament to the J sl I j i l Capital City, an honor to the State, and a standing monument to the skill, laste, and genius of our mechanics and ai tisins. FOLLY OF FUNERAL FASHIONS. The New York Sunday A las discourses as follows upon that arbitrary law of fashion which requires people to 'go into mourning' in other words, to attire their bodies in black clothes on the oc casion of the death of a relation: Let every man or woman who mourns the death of a near file. id or relative. make a bold stroke towards demolishing the foolish, expensive and uncouth system of going into mourning. Let the be reaved refused to array themselves in sables, and say with Hamlet: Genuine grief is not made up in crapes or broadcloths, although fashionable sorrow could not be delineated without the aid of those fabrics. It is unrighte ous to allow Fashion to play the tyrant in the graveyard. For the sake of trade, let that monarch rule and revel in the 1 . 1 1 .w t saloon, me opera nouse. me era win a room, and aristocratic street; but when the tomb is in question, let Fashion be set aside. The custom of coin;; id mourning, distresses many a poor family beyond calculation. If they do not wear black, they are heartless, the world says, and do not respect the father, the bro'her or the sister, or mother who has sudden !y departed to life eternal. As if a broken heart is not as often found under lijihl colored vestments as under crape. Eye serving grief is no grief at all. We de 1 nr . .. ,it , spiM.-, we aimost scou at ii. w e nave no objection to it however, where people can as well afford it as not. But we most decidedly oppose it if the poor are compelled, by the fiat of public opinion, to be enslaved aud farther impoverished by it. In matters affecting lifts and i's gaieties we have nothing to say against Fashion; but when it interferes with death, peers into the coffin, prescribes sumptuary rules for the funeral cortege, and the style of a mouraei's costume, it usurps a position and duties for which it has neither claim nor fitness. SMART CHILDREN. mother, sing to your children ; tell them pleasant stories; if in the country, be not too careful lest they get a Utile dirt upon their hands and clothes : earth is very much akin to us all, and in children's out of-doors plays soil them nol inwardly. There is in it a kind of consanguinity be sent t ween all creatures; by it we touch upon the common sympathy for our first sub proverueuts stance, and beget a kindness for our poor relation, the brutes. Let children have a free, open air sport, and fear not though they make acquaintances with the pigs, the donkeys and the chickens; they may form worse friendships with wiser looking ones. Encourage a famil- It is of more importance that you should make your cluMren loving man that you would make ihem wise. Above all thisigs make them loving ; nnd then. parents, if ycu become old and poor, will be better than friends that will neglect you. Children brought up lov bers ingly at your knees will never shut their of a Lusbami wlose wifo gol beastly diuuij anj w10 was determined to pros the eclUe lh(J persoa who gave her lhe iquon ghe was accordill;iIy bauied vp anJ put A child of three years of age with a book in i'.s infant hands is a fearful sight. It is too often the death warrant, such as thecondemned stupidity looks at fatal, yet beyond his comprehension. What should a child three years old nay, five or six years old be taught? Strong meats for weak digestion makes not bodily strength. Let there be nurse ry tales aud nursery rhymes. I would say to every parent, especially every urilv with all that love them. There is a lancjuae among the-m which the world's language obliterates in the old- doors upon you end point where they would hae you go. Lla:ktcooC 2Iag The Xiles uquirer tells a good slory upon cath, acd asked where she got her potaiions. After a long hesitation, she be-icL' told that she woulJ be sent to iail if she dj d not aQ jwfcr gbe rt:iuctant! y re. ,hat sbe g(jt it-wul of ber Lus. l , "WHAT SUNDAY SCHOOL IS THAT?"— Il pretty generally known that Elizur Wrii'ht 5s at lhe L"d of larC hmi oi ciiiwrcii. ot children. While walking wita them upon Boston Common the other day, a gentleman stepped up and accosted Mr. bright:-' 'Sir. what Sunday School is this that follows you?". Mr. Wright you laughed, and then replied, "the Hard Shell Baptists." A Western publisher lately gave no tice that he intended ti spend fifty dol lars fcr the purpose of getting up "a new neaa lor lis paper. 1 ne next uay one ; mi 1 ( of his subscribers dropped him the fol- lowing note: "Don't do it; better keep the money, and buy a new head for the editor." AN ANCIENT FROG. James Crahtree, pit sinker to Messrs. Arnold, of Burkinshaw, Leets, England, recently found a live Aog in the centre of a large coal, two hundred and thirty feet below the surface, considerbly be low the Morley tunnel, to which it is close adjoining. The frog is still very lively. When found it was very dark in color, but becoming like the common every-day species. The eyes are very bright, en.! surrounded by a gold ring. It has four claws on its fore feet, and five wtb footed on his hind feet. Ita mouth is closed or firmly shut, but it has two vents, apparently nostrils, on the top it's nose. The seam of coal, from which it was disinterred, was saturated with, water; and probably from this circum stance, combined with close confinment, has been enabled to sustain its half tor prd life through countless ages. 1 FISHING WITH A STEEL TRAP. There is at present a good businew doing in hardware in this city. One of our merchants, who has an eye to the interests of the trade, has invented anew mode of catching black-fish, viz., with, a steel trap. It has proved so valuable an operation, that all onr fishermen are providing themselves with steel traps ; and the demand for the article is greater than the supply. The instrument used is of the old-fashioned kind, with iron teeth closing together. The modut cptr. ondi, is decidedly unique. The trap is set and bailed, pioperly provided with- a sinker, and let down into the water. An omiuous click below denotes the amuse ment at hand ; the fish attempts to steal the bait, but immediately the trap titdi the fish, when jretof he is drawn np to the suiface oftn three at a time, and at the rate of one a minute ! .Yir Have RtghUr. -! HONESTY. There is no virtue in fife more neces sary. If we say a word to the young, we shall do them a kindness if it only serve to keep them in the path of honor, which, we assume, they now are tread ing. Beware of the slightest betrayal of your virtue by appropriating any, even the slightest thing, of your employer. You cannot prosper if you do so. And every hope of your success in life de pends upon your characters for trust worthiness. Reduce your wants to your income, and never fix npon yourself a poor habit of getting credit. Pay with, ' your own money for whatyon buy. And buy only what you can pay for, and yon will not tempted to draw upon means riot your own. ' " ' '. A QUAINT SIMILE. from the Memoirs of Rev. Sidney Smith: "We were all assembled lo look, at a turtle that had been sent to the house of a friend, when a child of the party stoop ed down and began stroking the shell of the turtle. 'Why are you doing that Mary,' said her father. 'Oh to please the turtle.' 'Why, child, you might as well stroke the dome of St. Paul's church, to please the miniters.' " . . , Nathaniel Shelby was complaining that some one had insulted him, by sending him a letter addressed to 'Nat Shelly ' 'Why,' said a friend, 'I don't see any thing insulting about that Nat is an abbreviation for Nathaniel.' " 'I know it,' said the little man, 'but blast his impudence ! he spelled it G Gnat.' A Negro preacher holding forth to his congregation upon the subject of obey ing the commands of God, says, 'Breth ren, whatever God tells me to do in dis Book, (holding up the Bible.) dat I'm gwine to do. If I see in it dat I must jump trco a stun wall, I'm gwine to jump at it. Going troo it 'longs to God; jump in' at it 'longs to me. You are very stupid, Thomas said a country teacher to a little boy eight years old. 'You are like a donkey, and what do ihey do to cure him of sinpidi ty?' 'Why, they feed bim mure and kick him less,' said the little urchin. .; Nobilitt and gentleness go hand . in hand; and when I see a young gentle man kind to his mother, and gentle and forbearing to his brothers and sisters, I think he has a noble heart. Two deaf mutes were married, a few days since, at Albany. Tho Argus says they appeared very happy, though, they 'never told their love. . . . - Occcpatiox! what a glorious thing1 it is for the human heart. Those who work hard seldom yield themselves entirely to faac;e(i or real sorrow. "Somehow or other," said Frederick the Great, "Providence seems to do the most for the best disciplined troops." '