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YMe star of the north
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<Zlt)oice [Joctrp.
How happy is the single life
Of all those priests and monks !
Not one of whom has got a wife
To bother him with trunks,
And bandboxes, a load too great 1
For man or horse to bear,
Which railways charge lor, over-weight, |
And cabs aßk double fare.
Fell care, BB with your bride you pobt, j
Distracts your anxious mind,
Lest this portmanteau should be lost, j
Or that be left behind :
Her baggage as you travel down
Life's hill, weighs more and more;
And stilt, as balder grows your crown,
Becomes a greater bore.
Outstretched by Fashion vile and vain,
Hoop-petticoats, and vests,
Now British females, to contain,
Require no end ot chests.
To which bags, baskets, bundles, add,
Too numerous to name,
Enough to drive, a poor man mad,
A Job with rage inflame.
The cab keeps swaying o'er your head,
With luggage piled above,
Of overturn you ride in dread.
With her whom you shoulil love ;
Then you, the station when you gain,
Must see that lumber stowed,
And fears about it in the train,
Your heart and eoul corrode.
Thus does your wife each journey spoil
Of yours that she partakes,
Thus keeps you on the Irel and broil,
Your peace and comfort breaks.
With all these boxes, all Iter things,
(How many!) to enclose,
The fair Encumbrance on you brings
A wagon-load of woes.
We arc Growing, Old.
"Your hair is growing white, pa !" The
-chubby little hand was lifting the locks on 1
the temples, and the blue eyes watching
wuh wonder the lines of stiver that are i
threading there.
While we have been chatting of old
things, we had forgotten that our own name
will be on the "list of the aged." While i
we have been looking back, the sun has |
shot past the meridian. There is another )
mile-board rapidly heaving in sight, and
we feel that the train is over iho summit
and sweeping away on the down grade.—
The seasons—the years—friends we cling
to and hopes which yet cheer us—go by
like a vision.
Old !
It seemeih not so. Tjie heart does not
feel it. The joints staffen and the steps is
less apringy and elastic, but is only here
and there as our own appearance is reflect
ed, that we caich glimpses of a reality
which is relentlessly dogging our footsteps
as the days come and go.
Now and then some friend who has been ,
In company with us from the start, sits by
us, and we wonder at the strage transfor
mation which has been wrought. The eye
is growing dim ; the cheek is sunken ; the
limbs have lost their fullness ; the brow is
seamed with wrinkles; the teeth are giving
away ; the form less erect; and the locks
are bleaching into grey. "Why 1" we say
to our friend, "you are growing old
"Yes, we are growing oIJ !"
The answer startles for the moment, and
mist drifts before the present while the
past glows mockingly, and the forms o4
-children and of youth, half eadly wave an
adieu as they vanish into shadows. As
■our friend goes out of the gate, we spring
; to the glass, and stand dreamily before the
atern monster invoked. It is so!— The
aeams—the lustreless eye—the sunken
•cheek —the bending shoulder and the thick
•ening gray—are realities. The sound of
childish voices rings out under the window.
We stand and dream that we aro looking
•at our own childhood ; the voices sound
tfarailiar, and thirty years is but a midsum
mer dream between to-day and yesterday.
"40 I"
It seems but a summer since we looked
forward with oager hopes to the coming
.years. And now we look sadly back. Not
that the dream has passed ; ]>ut '.hat it has
■been of no more worth to those around us.
As the glowing hopes and ambitions of
early life pass away ; as friend departs and
stronger ties which hold us here are broken,
cut life seems but a bubble, glancing for a
momant into light and then broken and not
a ripple left on the stream.
Forty years once seemed a long, weary
pilgrimage to tread. It now seems but a
step. And yet along the way are broken
shrines where a thousand hopes have
■ed into ashes; foot-prints sacred under their
-drifting dust; green mopnds whose grass
is fresh with the watering of tears;
shadows even which we would not forget.
We will garner the sunshine of those years,
and with chastened step and hopes, push
n towards the evening whose signal lights
will soon be seen swinging where the wa
ters are still and the storms never beat.—
AN Irish lover has remarked that it is a
great pleasure to be alone, especially when
your "swatehearl is wid ye."
Hon. Ilenry M. Fuller's Speech,
Delivered in Philadelphia at Juyne's Hill on the
Tth init., at the Union Meeting.
Gentlemen: This is a fit occasion for
moderate and patriotic counsels. It is prop
!er that reflecting and law-abiding men
should now assemble. It is right, and just,
and "that we Northern men
should, by public meeting and resolution,
condemn, not only the recent attempt at
insurrection in Virginia, but should de
nounce, with unqualified disapproval, any
J and every effort to disturb the existing re- j
[ lations of the South. As Pennsylvanians 1
: we are content with our institutions, attach- j
I ed to our section, and ready if need be, to !
defend it, (cheers,) but in our intercourse j
| with onr sister Stales we will respect their j
feeling and observetheir rights. [Applause.] j
As Northern men we hold out the right j
hand of fellowship, and make friendly sal
utations to the South. [Cheers ]
Men of the South ! We wish to live in
amity with yon, and to have a perfect un
ion. [Cheers ] Do not take the expression j
of a few for the sentiments of the masses, |
[applause,] but believe us to be, • what in j
truth and sincerity we are, your friends and '
brethern. This Union, fellow-citizens, to
be solid and lasting, must be based on mu
tual confidence and mutual respect. When
ever we fail to confide, when we cease to
respect, when we no longer regard the feel
ings or observe the rights of each other, we
shall become enstranged, divided, dissolved, i
and no longer one people. Are there any |
such offences existing as should separate '
the American States! [No, No, and great
cheering.] Is there any such inequality, any
such disparity of interest existing among
the Northern and Southern portions of the
Confederacy as should prevent their dwell
ing together in amity ! [Cries of No, No ] |
Are not the peculiar productions of the '
South—her rice, cotton, and sugar—essen- I
tial to Northern comfort and civilization !
[A voice, "That's so !" and great cheering.]
Without them, what would become of the
navigation, and manufactures of the North!
On the other hand, without the navigation,
manufactures and consumers of the North,
of what value would be Southern produc- !
tions. There is a mutual interest, which,
by wise and proper legislation, may bo fos
tered, largely increased, and perpetuated.
True; we have a country of vast extent, em
bracing every variety of 6oil and climate,
and involving many supposed antagonisms;
but we nevertheless, may, and the senti
ment of the American people this day is,
that we shall live as we have lived—one
people—not in name only, but united in
interest and united in affection. [Cheers]
It is not to be concealed or denied that the
question of slavery is the disturbing ele
ment of our system; [Applause ] How it
is to he reached, treated, and disposed of, is
a matter of serious and solemn concern
Fanaticism, extreme opinions, are always
unreasonable and unjust. Having zeal with
out knowledge and passion without reason,
they ordinarily accomplish their own defeat
through their own natural folly and extrav
agance. Like madmen, they rave them
selves into quiet and become exhausted
Slavery is a faot. We are not responsible
for it. It was brought here before the Union
was born. A mysterious Providence has
cast upon this continent two races, distinct
in origin, character, and color. It is a mor
al impossibility that two such races should
live together in any considerable number
without the one being in subordination to
the other. The experience of more than
one hundred years has established the rela
tion and confirmed the fact that the two
races may dwell together, and the inferior
be greatly improved thereby, for surely the
African rnco has grown and multiplied and
improved in the United States, and nowhere
among the one hundred and fifty millions of
colored men now living upon the globe,
can four millions of colored men be found,
so well protected, so happy, and so Chris
tianized, as are this day to be found in the
Southern States of the Confederacy. Eman
cipation, wherever practical or safe, and
whenever for the interest of both races, is
most earnestly to be desired. How is it to
be accomplished ! Certainly not by outside
organization ; that is, by associations in the
free States, having abolition for their ob
ject, as they have only retarded and defeat
ed their avowed intentions. Habitual crim
inations, offensive resolutions, that because
of slavery, the people of a particular sec
lion are unworthy of social and religious
connection, will never accomplish emanci
pation, [cheers,] they only produce heart
burnings and mischief. [Applause.]
This matter must be leu to the quiet and
undisturbed action nf those among whom it
exists, and are immediately affected by it.
It is our plain constitutional duty to let it
alone. We of Pennsylvania have done our
work of emancipation, and discharged our
full measure'of responsibility, at our own
lime, in our own way. [Cheers.] We set
tled this question according to our convic
tion of interest and of duty. Shall we not
accord to others the same right we have ex
ercised for ourselves! Whether for good or
evil, it is their concern, not ours. Let us,
then, leave it, jrilh all its accountability,
arid every remedy it may seem to require,
to the wisdom and conscience of those upon
whom Providence and the Constitution east
its responsibility. [Cheers.] We hope that
the colored race, under the influence of our
advancing civilization, may be lifted up,
their condition improved, and ultimately
prepared to return, occupy, Christianize,
and redeem the land of their heathen fath
| era: This cannot bo done through our in
j strumentality—this problem muat be solved
by a higher power. We must paiientlj
abide the working of Providence.
j Now fellow-citizens, we as citizens of a
common country, living under a common
| Constitution, have a common duty to per
form—to defend the right of every section,
| whenever and however assailed. The re
; cent attempted insurrection at Harper's
j Ferry has excited a mo6t unpleasant feeling
at the South, anil a most mistaken impress
| ion on their part, as regards the sentiments
l of the North. We have no sympathy with
I that modern hero worship which exalts
crime and defies a felon ; which sends com
fort, counsel, and material aid to the call of
the homicide, encouraging treason and jus
tifying murder.
The history of this attempted insurrection
discloses a remarkable fact, that John
Brown, a man of intelligence, of strong will
great earnestness of purpose, after a years
preparation, with a thousand pikes in pos
session, with ammunition at his command,
holding two days the Government arsenal,
could only induce two negroes to join his
standard, and they were the first to surren
der. There in Virginia, a Slate with 23,000
negro slaves within a circuit of fifteen
miles, to whom liberation and freedom were
promised, only two came forward to accept
this boon. Does not this prove that the
slaves as a mass are contented as they are 1
They want no change ; least of all, such a
change as John Brown could give them.—
[Tremendous cheering ] Wiser than John
Brown, and wiser than those who aided and
abetted him, they are content rather to bear
the ills they have than fly to others they
know not of. Certainly the worst enemies
the slaves can have are they who disturb
his quiet, and incite him to rebellion and
insurrection. We adopt the language of
the great statesman of the West, of Henry
Clay—"We prefer the liberty of our own
country to that of every other country, and
the happiness of our own race to that of
every other race.
Express, [like the Star of the North,] has
some subscrbers who don't pay for their pa
pers, and bids them good-bye in the follow
ing witty terms :
"This week we strike from our list only
about fifty subscribers who will not pay
their dues to the printer. In doing so we
take them by the hand, and with tears in
our eyes, bid them an affectionate farewell.
Good-bye, old subs ! Take care of your
selves. Sometimes think of the old Express
which you have read so long for nothing.—
Sponge upon some other printer now lor a
while. A change of diet will doubtless be
good for you. Poor fellows ! We are a
little sorry to turn you out on the dark night
without a lamp, but it must be so. Strike
for the nearest neighbor's light. He may
let you in, and feed you tor a year or two,
upon the strength of your honorable promi
ses to pay at the end of that time. For our
selves, we have enough of these curious
pledges to supply our cabinet for the pres
ent. We have labeled them carefully, and
they are open for general inspection. With
many thanks for your self-sacrificing indul
gence of us, and for ypur honest apprecia
tion of the obligation existing toward our
office, we again, and finally, say farewell
Journal publishes the following anecdote of j
Gen. Scott: In the heat of ono of the most
desperate battles in Mexico, the General
saw a critical point where an advantage ,
was likely to be lost except by a prompt
tbouglt rather dangerous movement. Ho
galloped up to one of the officers of a volun- j
teer corps, and gave the order. The man !
was willing enough, but, while gathering
up the reins, ho remarked in the most sa- j
vory drawl of Y r ankeo dialect: "Well, it j
doos seem to me that 1 could hayve done it!
better a little while ago !" "Sir," thunder- I
ed out the General, "the word does and have !
Y'ou've only twenty minutes to live, ar.d
for God's sake, don't die with such horrible
pronunciation in your mouth !" and waiv*
ing his hand to the astonished captain, with
imperative repetition of his order by ges
ture, the splendid horseman galloped off to
follow up his victory in another crisis of the
SWALLOWED A HOLE.— The other day Char
lie, five years old, found one of those curi
ous bone rimmed circles which, 1 believe,
ladies have named eyelets, and whie playing
in the garden swallowed it. The family
were in the same house, busily engaged
with a work on entomology, when Charlie
ran in with mouth wide open and eyes dig
tented to their utmost capacity. His moth
er caght him by the arm, and ttembeliug
with that Jeep anxiety which only a mother
can feel, inquired :
"What is the matter! what has happen
ed !"
The urchin, all agape, managed to articu
It was brought him ; when after drinking
copiously, he exclaimed.
"Oh ! mother, I swallowed a hole I"
"Swallowed a hole, Charlie !"
"Yes, mother; swallowed a hole with a
piece of ivory round it!"
A German and a Frenchman walking to
gether, were attracted by a pig, whose
squeak resembled "ous."—"Listen," eaid
the German, "the pig is a countryman of
yours, he speaks French." The French
man replied, "Ah, mon cher; but he speaks
it with a villainous German accent."
Truth and Right iotl and our Country.
A Ghost Story.
We were returning from our spring meet
ing of the Presbytery—one gentleman and
two young ladies—in a "rockaway," and
the roads none of the best. Night, coldind
i damp, overtook us eight or ten miles from
home, but only a short distance from Judge
, BLANK'S. Knowing that we should find out
' side the Judge's door the latchstring, and
| inside a warm welcome, a warm fire, and a
! warm supper, besides beds which we could
worm for ourselves—we unhesitatingly con
signed ourselves to his hospitalities. Sup
per being over, and our persons disposed
according to our several tastes in a semi -
| circle before an old-fashioned blazing fire,
we were just in tho mood to enjoy the en
j tertainment of our host's conversational
gifts. Among other things he narrated tho
following" unique tale, which we unani
mously agreed to put in print:—
Said the Judge substantially as follows:
"Years ago, wo had in our house a sweet
little child about four years old, the object,
of course, of a very tender affection. But
sickness laid his hand upon it. Remedies
promptly resorted to, all proved in vain.—
Day after day the roses faded from the
cheek, and the fire in the eyes burned low;
and at length death closed those eyes, ar.d
sealed the lips forever; and we learned, by
trying experience, how intense a darkness
follows the quenching of one of these little
lights ol life.
"The lime rolled sadly on, brought us at
lengtli to the hour appointed for committing
our treasure to the ordiuarily sure custody
ot the grave. The friends assembled, the
customary services were held, the farewell
taken, and the little iorm securely shut be
neath the well-screwed coffin-lid, and in
due time the grave received its trust. We
looked on and saw tho earth thrown in, the
mound raised above, and the plates of sod
neatly adjusted into a green sheltering roof,
and then wended our way back to our des
olated home. Evening came on and wore
away.- My wife had gone into an adjoining
room to give some directions to a servant,
and I, unfitted by the scenes of the day for
aught else, had just laid my head upon my
pillow, in our room upon the lowest floor
of tho house, when 1 heard a shriek, and
in a moment more my wife came flying
into the room, and springing upon the bed
behind me, exclaimed,
" 'See there 1 our child ! our child !'
Raising my hct-iV, sny biood Iroze within
me and the hair upon my head stood up as
I saw the little thing in grave clothes, with
open, but manifestly sightless eyes, and
pale as when we gave it the last kiss,
walking slowly towards us! Had I been
alone—had not the extreme terror of my
wife compelled me to play the man, I
should have leaped from the bed and win
dow without casting a look behind. But
not daring to leave her in such terror, I
arose, sat down in a chair, and took the lit
tle creature between my knees—a cold
sweat covering my body—and gazed with
feelings unutterable upon the object before
me. The eyes were open in a vacant stare.
The flesh was colorless, cold, and clammy;
nor did the child seem to have the power
either of speech or hearing, as it made no
attemp to answer any of our questions. Tho
horror of our minds was the more intense
as we had watched our child thiongh its
sickness and death, and had been bnt a few
; hours belore eye-witnesses of its igterment.
! "While gazing upon it, and asking in my
thoughts, 'What can this extraordinary
providence mean ! For what run it be sent!'
; the servant girl having crept to the door, af
ter a time suggested, 'lt looks like Mr 's
j child.' Now, our next neighbor had a
| child oi nearly the same age as ours, and
[ its constant companion. But what could
j bring it to our house at that hour, and in
; such plight! Still the suggestion had oper
; ated as a powerful sedative upon our exci
| ted feelings, and reudered us more capable
lof calm reflection. And, after a time, we
discovered in truth that the grave clothes
were night clothes, and the corpse a som
nambulist ! And it became manifest that it
was the excitement attending the loss and
burial of its playmate, working upon the
child's mind in sleep, to which we were
indebted for this untimely and most startling
"Wiping away the perspiration and taking
a few long breaths, I prepared to counter
march the little intruder back to its forsaken
bed. Back we went, it keeping at my side,
though still asleep. It had walked quite a
distance across the damp grass. I found
the door of its home ajar, just as the fugi
tive had left it, and its sleeping patents un
conscious oi its absence. The door creaked
as I pushed it open, and wakened the child
who looked wild around a motion), and then
popped into bed.
"Now, had it not been for my wife, as 1
have said, I should, on the appearance of
this apparition, have made a leap of un
common agility from that window, and
after a flight of uncommon velocity for a
person of my age and dignity, I should
have been roady to take oath in any court,
either in Christendom or heathendom, that
I had seen a ghost."— Presbyterian.
"MA, didn't the minister say last Sunday,
that sparks flew upward !" "Yes, dear ;
how came you to think of it 1" "Because
yesterday I saw cousin Sally's spark stag
gering down the street, and fall downward."
"MOTHER," said a little urchin the other
day, "Why are otphansthe happiest chil
dren on earth !" "They are not, my child;
what makes you ask that question !" Be
cause they have no mother to sjpank'etti."
Beauties of the Bhetorie of Everett.
The Han Edward Everett has delivered
another of his matchless orations. The oc
casion was the inauguration of the Webster
Statue, which furnished a theme on which
he lavished the wealth of his genius. Wo
would gladly publish the whole oration if
we had space, and we must be content
with presenting a gem or two :
"What citizens of Boston, as be accom
panies the stranger around onr streets, gui
ding him through our busy thoroughfares,
to our wharfs crowded with vessels which
range every sea and gather the produce of
every climate—up to the dome of this capi
tol, which commum's as lovely a landscape
as can delight the eye or gladden the heart,
will not, as he calls his attention at last to
the statues of Franklin and Webster, ex
claim—"Boston, lakes pride in her natural
position, she rejoices for her material pros
perity; bnt richer than the merchandise
stored in palatial warehouses, greener than I
the slopes of seagirt islets, lovlier than this
encircling panorama ol land or sea, of field
and hamlet, of lake and steam, of garden
and grove, is the memory of her sons, na
tive and adopted,' the character, services
and fame of those who have benefitted and
adorned their day and generation. Our
children, and the schools at which they are
trained, our citizens and the services they
have rendered ;—these aro our jewels—
these are our abiding treasures."
Yes, your long rows of quarried granite
may crumblo to the dust; the cornfield in
yonder villages, ripening to the sickle, may
like the plains of stricken Lombardy a few
weeks ago, be kneaded into bloody Nods
by the maddening wheels of artillery ; this
populous city, like the old cities of Etauria
and the Campagna Romana, may be deso
lated by the pestilence which walked in
darkness, may decay with the lapse of time,
and the busy mart, which now rings with
the joyous din of trade, become as lonely
and still as Carthage or Tyre, as Babylon
and Nineveh, but the namos of the great
and good shall survive the desolution and
the ruin; the memory of iho wise, the brave,
the patriotic, shall never perish. Yos spar
ta is a wheatfield ; a Bavarian piince holds
court at the foot of the Acropolis ; the trav
elling virtuoso digs for marble in the Ro
man Forum and beneath the ruins of the
temple of Jupiter Capitolieus; but Lycur
gus and Leonidas, and Miitiaders and De
mosthenes, and Cota and Tully "still live;"
and He still lives, and all the great and
good shall live in the heart of ages, while
marble and bronze shall endure ; and when
marble and bronze shall have perished,
they shall "still live" in memory, so long
as memory shall reverence law, and honor
Patriotism, and love Liberty.
Two hundred and twenty-nine years ago
this day our beloved city received Irom the
General Court of the Colony the honored
name of Boston. On the long roll of those
whom she has welcomed to her nurtering
Boston, is there a name which shines with
a brighter lustre than his! Seventy two
years ago this day the Constitution of the
United States was tendered to the accept
ance ot the people by George Washington.
| Who of all the gifted and patriotic ol the
land 'that have adorqed the interval has
done more to unfold its principles, assert
its purity, and to promote its duration !
Hero, then, under the cope of Heavqp ;
here, on this lovely eminence; here beneath
the walls ot the Capitol of old Massachus
etts ; here, within the sight of those fair
New England villages here, in the near vi
cinity of the graves of those who planted
the germs of all this palmy growth ; here
within the sound of sacred bells, we raise
this monument, with loving hearts, to the
Statesman, the Patriot, the Fellow-Citizen,
Jhe Neighbor, the Friend. Long may it
guard the approach of these " halls of conn
cil; long may it look out upon a prosper
ous country ; and it days ot trial and disas
ter should come, and the arm of flesh
should tail, doubt not that the monumental
form would descend from its pedestal, to
stand in the frout rank of the peril, and the
bronze lips repeat tho cry of Iho living
voice—"Liberty and Union, now and lorev
er, ono inseparable!"
tion was made by a party of females, about
twenty in number, upon the saloons of
Davenport, lowa, a few nights 6ince.—
They visited the saloon k,ept by a German,
and warned him to "dry up," then they
gave an Irishman a call, and he not talking
to suit them, they threw a shawl over his
head and proceeded to administer unto him,
when his cries brought some of his country
men to his assistance, and the damsels
were obliged to retreat. They next called
on a Yankee. He received them kindly,
and watching his opportunity, caught
two of the best looking about the neck
and kissed them. The ladies not being
used to that kind of warfare, retired, leav
ing the Yankee victor, and his forces, "red
eye" and "tanglefoot," unharmed.
A CLERGYMAN, catechising the youths of
his church, put the question from the cate
chism to a girl:
"What is your consolation in life and
death !
The poor girl smiled, but did not answer.
The clergyman insisted.
"Well, then," said she, "since I must
tell, it is the young printer at the Democrat
Professor is in convulsions. Miss, you
t hty} [tetter come and take him away.
| Poop.
Discovery of a Sunken City.
i A gentleman lately from Jamacia, via
| Boston, gives some curious particulars in
regard to the discovery made in tho harbor
j of Port Royal, in reference to the ancient
city of that name. The discoveries were
said to have been made by a party of di
vers, but it was no*, stated who they were,
or what they went for. It turns out how
ever; that they were sent from this country,
to explore the wreck o! the steamer Osprey,
a small vessel ot 800 tons that used to trade
between New York and South America,
calling into Kingston, Jamaica, a few years
ago. The Osprey, in 1856, was on her re
turn voyage, with a rich cargo of india-rub
ber, and other valuables, when she called
as usual into Kingston. On the very morn
ing of her intended departure, shortly after
midnight she caught fire, through one or
two of her crew attempting to steal spirits,
and she burnt to the water's edge, and then
sunk. The divers have been very success
ful in getting out the hull of the vessel a
targe quantity of india-rubber, and other
articles. While thus engaged, the steamer
Valorous entered Port Royal, and some
thing being the matter with her bottom, the
American divers were employed to search.
They did so, and discovered that a portion
of the copper had been stripped off which
they made all right. Having done this 1
they were encouraged to explore the rains
of the old city, noir lying in several fath
oms o( water, which they did, and reported
that they found the streets of the submerg
ed city entire, as they had been laid out
withtlhe ruins ol buildings on each side.—
This is a matter woithy of antiquarian re
search (if such a term may bo used, as it
may in the New WorldjV and though the
gold and silver there buried may never be
discovered (and who shall say there will
not !) it is really worth exploring the wreck
of that place that was once—insignificant
as it now is—one of the most ancient cities
in America.— New York Express.
Statistics of Ilcadaclie.
The Bledical Times and Gazelle contains
some interesting medical data, obtained
by inquities made in the usual course of
professional experience, concerning the
causes of headache. Of 90 cases cited, 76
were females, a number which establishes
pretty strongly the fact testified to by most
of tho old writers, that females are more
frequent sufferers. Of the 76 females, 40
were single. The predisposition in the
case of females is believed to originate in
the nervous sysiem—susceptibility of ner
vous disorder being much oftener found in
the female than in tho male subject. It is
likely to exist in organisms which evidence
a capacity of so much fineness and delica
cy of perception, united with so much
proneness to organic life and observed to
be so readily wrought by passing states of
thought, sensation and emotion.
I Of the exciting causes, emotional distur
bance has the highest number. Out of 90
cases, 53 declared this to be one of the cau
ses of their attacks, 48 also considered that
| atmospheric states were to be blamed, ar.d
25 specified thunder. In regard to inheri
tance of the liability, in 19 cases the mother
| is mentioned, in 9, the father, and in 12,
both parents ; in all 40 gave explicit evi
' dence of hereditary predisposition, and a
| few other mentioned cases in collateral
| branches. Out of the 90 cases, only 19
: blamed their diet. As to the influence of,
| climate, 29 seemed very clear that they are '
least liable to attacks of headache in places
j were the air is dry and bracing; 0 com
| mend cold atmosphere, and 6 condemn it:
8 praise warm atmosphere, aud 3 dislike it;
6 are in favor of sea air, and 4 are averse
: to it. Fatigue is meutioned as an exciting
cause in 32.
j man was going along the road, when an
i angry bull rushed down upon him, and
j with his horns tossed him over a fence.—
! The Irishman recovering from his fall, upon
; looking up saw the bull pawing and tearing
' up the ground, (as is the custom of the ani
i mal;) whereupon Pat, smiling at him, said
j "if it was not for your humble apologies,
you brute, faix 1 would think that you had
thrown me over this fence on purpose !"
How TO PRONOUNCE "OUGH," —The ending
syllable "ough," which is such a terror to
foreigners, is shown up in its several pro
nunciations in the following language :
Wife, make me some dumplings ot dough,
They're better than meat for my cough,
Pray, let them be boiled till hot through,
But not till they're heavy or tough.
Now, I must be off to the' plough,
And the boys,(when they 've had enough,)
Must keep, the flies off with a bough,
While the old mare drinks at the trough.
A WITTY lawyer once jocosely asked a
boarding house keeper the following ques
tion :
"Mr , if a man gives you five hun
dred dollars to keep for him, and dies, what
do you do—do you pray for him !"
"No, sir," he replied, "I pray for another
like him."
"CAPTAIN, what'e the fare to St. Louis 1"
"What part of the boat do you wish to go
on-cabin or deck ! "Hang your cabin,"
said lite gentleman from Indiana, "I live in
a cabin at home ; give me the best you
have got!"
AN advertisement reads as follows : ' Sto
len a watch worth ten guineas. If the
thief will return it he shall be informed
where he may steal ono worth two of it,
and r.o questions asked."
[Two Dollars per Annum
| Gen. Jackson—ilia Valor When a Boy.
I The following incident of the boyhood of
Gen. Jackson, is copied frdin Parton's Life
of Jackson. It occurred during the parlisart
war in the Waxhaws:
In that fierce, Scotch Indian warfare, the
absence of a lather from home was olten a
better protection to his family than his pres
ence, because his presence invited attack.
The main object of both parties was to kill
the fighting men, and to avenge the slaying
of partisans. Tho house of the quiet hero
Hicks, for example, was safe until it was
noised about among the tories that Hicks
was at home. And thus it came to pass,
that when a-whig soldier of any note des
ired to spend a night with his futnily, his
neighbors were accuslomod to turn out and
serve as a guard to his house while he slept.
Behold Robert and Andrew Jackson, with
six others, thus employed one night in the
spring of 1781, at the domicil of a neigh
bor, Capt. Sands. The guard on this oc
casion was more a friendly tribute loan
active partisan than a service considered
necessary to his safety. In short, the night
was not far advanced, before the whole
party were snugly housed and stretched
upon the floor, all sound asleep, exceptone,
a British deserter, who was rostlesJJ and
dozed at intervals. .
Danger was near. A band of toties, bent
on taking the lile of Capt. Sands,approach
ed the house, in two divisions ; one party
moving towards the front door, the other
towards the back. The wakeful soldier,
hearing a suspicious noise, rose, went out
of doors to learn its cause, and saw the fod
stealthily nearing the house. He ran in ter
ror, and seizing Andrew Jackson, who lay
next the door, by iho hair, and exclaimed :
"Thetories are upon us!"
Andrew sprang up and ran out. Seeing
a body of men in the distance, he placed
the end of his gun in the low lork of a tree
near the'door, and hailed them.® No reply.
He hailed them a second time. No reply.
They quickened their pace, and had comd
within a few rods of the door. By this
time, too, the guard in the house had been
roused, and were gathered in a group be
hind the boy. Andrew discharged his mus
ket, upon which the tories fired a vollay,
which killed the hapless deserter who had
given the alarm. The other party of tories,
who were approaching the house from the
other side, hearing this discharge, and thei
rush of bullets above their heads, supposed
that the firing issued from a party that had
issued from the house. They now fired a
volley, which sent a shower of balls whist
ling about the heads of their friends on thtf
other side.
Both parties hesitated, and then halted.
Andrew having thus, by his single dis
charge, puzzled and stopped the enemy,
retired to the house, where he and his com
rads kept up a brisk fire from the windows.
One of the guard fell mortally wounded by
his side, and another received a wound less
severe. In the midst of this singular con
test, a bugle was heard 6ome distance off,
sounding the cavalry charge ; whereupon
the tories concluding that they had come
upon an ambush of whigs, and were about
to be assailed by horse and foot, fled to
whete they had left their horses, mounted,
dashed pell mell into the woods, and were
seen no more. It appeared afterwards that
the bugle-charge was sounded by a neigh
bor, who, judging from the noise of mus
ketry that Capt. Sands was. attacked, and 1
having not a single man with him in his
house, gave the blast upon the trumpet,
thinking that even a trick so stale, aided by
the darkness of the night, might have soma
effect in alarming the assailants.
Hold L'p Your Head.
We like to see men hold up their head*
in community. The innocent and trie vir
tuous should always do it. No-matter how
poot you may be j tto matter how much
your face is browned by the sun as you toil
beneath its mid day heat, or your hands are
hardened by labor. It is belter to bear
these marks of industry, than to "eat the
bread of idleness."
Hold up your head tfnd look your fellow*
man in the face, unless you have wronged
him. If you have won his money at the
gaming table, the most debasing of all
means of getting money; if you have injur
ed him in mind, body, or estate, and feel in
your heart that you will not make reparation,
then you have a right to draw your hat over
your eyes, and look down when you meet
nim. .
But let the honest and noble of all ages,
sexes and conditions, hold up their heads
in society. If your own industry, or the
industry of others, has enabled you to ride
in your carriage, do it with a thankful heart,
with your head up, but with a bow fqr all
you meet. If you are in what are called
the middle ranks, elbowing your way
among your fellows, still hold up yoar head
and press on. Or, if you belong among (he
sons of toil, and eat the bread of independ
ent industry, so much the more, hold up
your head. Feel, even in your heart, that,
as long as you do right, you are as good as
the best. You bear, in common with the
millionaire, the image of yotJY Maker. The
dew that falls around his princely dwelling,
distils as gently upon the flower that blooms
at your cottage door. And the glad laugh
may ring out as joyously from you and
your children, as any that may enliven his
mansion halls. Only treat all well and fairly
in the circle in which you move, keep a
cheerful heart, and fear nothing but to do
wrong. Then, laboring man, you can go
abroad, beneath the blue canopy of heaven,
and hold up your head with the virtuous of
the land. Do it, we say to you, thus ev
coflngand respect

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