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'Ol the land ofonr tlret, where ourforefnthersdwolt O! theola Plymouth Kock,wheroour furcfutliorsknell. Where thojr brcathe'd forth tho prayer, "where they read from God's page, Which, If etudlod In yeulh, it an anchor to age Our hearts,-'mid all changes, wherever we room, With delight wlllroinoniborourrorofathors'horue. ? The laud of our slret,our forefathert' home, God bless, 'mid all changes, our forefathers' home. "'tis our owbIotM home, where our mothers reside, And ail whom we love and most rulue beside; 'Tin God's chosenlaml, whero his Bible is rcud, XVhere bit Gospel It'preaMied, and hit table ttspread. The opprest'd of all nations', If lillhor they roam, With Joy will remember our forefathers' home. .'The lund of our sires, our own loved homo, " God blcts, 'mid all charges, our forefathers' home. Tts a Protestant land! our fathers unfurl'd The bnnnerof freedoinjo'er this wostern world; And Potostant children will ever contend, Portliefulth which their forefathers' died to defend; That faith which reposes on Jesus alono, . The one mediator, their sins to atone. A Protestant land Itourown native home; God bless, 'mid all changes, our forefulhers' home To the God of our fathers we'll sing a new song! Praise the Lord, O my soul! praise him ell lite day long, For the word that Ho spake his promise la sure, And Hi mercy and Vlndness will ever endure We'll love Him and serve Him, oarth. till we die, And trust In Christ Jesus, to praise him on high. ' In that happy homo, In that happy home, Whore there are no changes thut eternal home. Til 13 OLD. ,;,. BY MRS. SIGOURXEY. '.Old!' Can you remember liow yon felt when that adjective was first coupled with your name? Perhaps vour milliner, in lit ling a new hat, chanced to remark, that was a 'becoming fashion for an oldlady;' or some coachman, by way of recommend ing his carriage, miglit have added, it was remarkably easy for an 'old gentleman to cot in and out of. ,' ' Old indied! ' How officious and rude these common people are! Whereupon, you have consulted your mirror, and been still more indignant at their stupidity! But you may have been more gently helped, along to this conclusion, by the cir cumstance of paternity. Old Mr. and Mrs set in opposition with young Mr. and Mrs lose rrtuuh of their discordance, and be come familiar household words. The sat isfaction of hearing yonr eldest darling thus 'distinguished, had softened the bitterness -of your own unflattering cognomen. Pos sibly, you Have been moved, magnanimous' Jy to exclaim, with the sententious Ossian 'Let the name of Morni bo forgotten among the people, if they will only sayi Behold i,a fati,UKr n..i Still, it is hard to have a quietus sudden ly put upon long cherished hopes and van ities. ' 'The baby shall not be named after me,' said a young parent of his first born, 'for it will be old John and young John, while I am yet in my prime.' 'I wish my on had not taken it into his head to marry J0 early,' said a lady in a remarkably fine state of preservation; 'for now, I suppose, it must be old Madam, and young Madam.' The unmarriod whose recollections can disect a century, are prone to bo ann.iyed ,at the disposition to pry into dates, and aio sure that no well-bred' person would be guilty of such absurd curiosity. . , Yet to cover the tracks of time, and put . family records out of tho Way, are of little avail. There will be,.. here and there, a memory stubbornly tenacious of cronologi ,cal matters, and whoever labors to conceal his proper date, will usually find some Ar gus to watch over and reveal it. m But, after alll what is there so frightful in this little Saxon word oldt This collo 'c at ion of three innocent letters, why do they thrill the hearts of so many fair women and brave men, with terror and aversion? Is everything that is old deterioated? What do you think of old wine? We can not, indeed, say quite as much about that, in these ' temperance times, as Anacreon did. But I've always understood, when -physioians - recommended its tonic or re storative powers in medicine, it was the old, and not the new. Ask the epicure to . partake of new cheese. Saith lie not, 'No: the old is better.' Docs any one question the correctness of his taste? What do you ay of an old friend, that best cordial of life? Blessings on his smile, and on the 'hearty grasp of his hand. What if he ' doe come, leaning on his staff? There is ho winter in his heart.' Ho was brought up in times when friendship wasmore than - a name. r. 'The vine produces more grapes when I it is young,' says Bacon, 'but better grapes wJnRjriil0.wJ)cajtiajold because, jtajoices e'tuacjeia NO. 41 are more perfectly concocted.' Very true, no doubt. A wise man, was my Lord Ba- con. We see everything is not worse for being old. Is it wort while .to be so muobshocked atthe Circumstance of becoming old? Is it a mark of excommunication from our race? On the contrary, we have a chance of finding some rerv good company. So, then, we to whom thrice twenty years, each with its four full seasons, fair- ly counted out, pressed together, and run- ning over, have been given, will no longer resist the epithet, old. 'Tothis complex- ion we have come at last.' We will not be ashamed of it. It is better to be old, than to oe wickea. Let us draw nearer together. I hold that we are not a dospisable body. Simi larity of position, gives community of in terest. Have we not something to say, that others need not hear? We'll say it in this book. And first, I would whisper a proposi tion, that we depend not too much en sym pathy from the yoUng. Thoso who ear nestly demand that commodity, having outlived their early associates, will stand a chance of being numbered among the re piners of old, 'sitting in .the market-place, and calling unto their fellows, we have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned unto you, and ye have not lamented.' Secondly, let us search after bright things, in the world, and among its peo ple. 'Every year of my life,' says Cecil, 1 grow more convinced that it is wisest and best to fix our attention on the beautiful and the good, and dwell as little as possi ble on the dark and the base. t it is isaid that the past-mei idians arc prone to bo querulous, dissatisfied, and to multiply complaints, i think I liaVe heard few of these. Supposing we should list en to and examine them. 'The world is not what it used to be.' No It is in a state of palpable progress. It has thrown of its seven-mile boots, and travels by steam. We plod after it in our antique, lumbering stage-coaches, and can scarce ly keep in sightoftho smoke of itstnginc. We cannot overtake it, and it will not stay for us. The world is in a different phase Of action. It pleads guilty to this ftccusa tion. What next? ' We do not revive the respect that wasonct patd to age. J'crhnps wo exppct too much Is not something due from usY We think the young neglect us. Do wo not owe something t the young ourselves? Those who linger at a banquet after tho others are gone, should take especial pains to make themselves agreeable. If we find less cour'esy than we wish, let us show n.ore. ' It becomes us to be very' meek and patient, to make amends for our long enter tainment at life's board. 'I had a beauti ful dream,' said a bl ight boy. 'I thought we children were all in heaven; and so happy! By and by, grandfather came in frowning,, and said, as he always does,' 'Can't theses children slop their noise?'' So We nil ran away.' 'People are tired of vs.' It may be so. The guest who tames late, is sometimes counfed intrusiveor burdensome. Toward those who have long retained coveted hon ors or emoluments, there is a natural im patience for reversion. 'That old lawyer has stood first at the bar long enough, says the younger aspirant. 'That old phy sieian gets all th practice; We young doc tors may starve.' 'That old nuthor-has been the favorite of the public an unrons onable time;-the rest of us want a fair chanco.'' Tho monopoly of ' wealth is o qually hazardous, though expectant hen- may be. less Irank in their expression ot impatihee The resignation at the depart ure of the aged and distinguished, can be readily understood. Allusiohs to the ma jority of tho early summoned, may be some times significant. 'Those whom the gods love, die young,' said a pagan. In nn ago when all slow movements are unpopular, speed in departure may possibly be count ed among the graces; and in a republic, a desire for the equalisation of honors, is neither pecular or reprehensible. We are not in good heahh.' . Very like ly. It would be remarkable if we were. We could not expect to wear the world's harness so many years, up hill and down hill, without some chafing. It would be a wonder if none of our senses were en feebled. They have served -us for a long time. Let us be thankful for the period in which we have seen clearly, heard quick ly, and moved nimbly. Many mysterious springs, and intricate chords, and delicate humors, have been kept in order to this end. We will praise tho Architect of such wonderful mcchnnism, that it has so well served us, and that ho has seen fit so long to keep the 'pitcher from being broken at the fountain; or the wheel at the cistern.' ' Our early friends have departed' Ahl there is sadness in that sound. But on this tenure we commenced pur earthly journey. They were to go from us, or we from .them. We linger in the deserted hall, and ought not to marvel that its flow ers droop, and its lamps wano, or are ex tinguished. Yet our blessed ones, lost for a timo on earth, are they not to be found in heaven? Only a little in advance of us, have they forded the dark river. See we not their white garments glitter from the opposing bank? Does not their smile in spire us-with courage ourselves to launch away? We go not to a stranger's land. Is not that glorious clime of our hope en deared by the thought that so many of those whom be best loved here, await us therertbat the hands which we here prcs sycEJSS'isa ebo LANCASTER, OHIO, THURSDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 15, 1855 sed so fondly, shall renew the love-ties, which death for a moment sundered? that those voices which have never ceased to linger in our hearts as a treasured melody, shall be the first to welcome us to the soti- ety of an 'innumerable company ofurfgels, and to the spirits of the just made perfect?' Whoever persists in complaining of this mortal life, virtual! ndmlia tw h another. Are we read v for an untried ex- istence? readv at A mnmpnl's wnrnlnrr In launch away, and return no more? ready for its atmosphere and service of love? If any preparation for this change of clime is comrjlete. let us mlrlreas nurs. K px fervenilv to the work, without loss of tim or energy in murmuring. We might, in deed, in our loneliness and morbidness, multiply complaints without end. The habit would grow with indulgeuce, till every breath became a claim for sympathy, or an abjurgation if it were withheld. But eui bono? have not others infirmities and troubles, as well as ourselves? Why add to their load? Would it not be better to takeapnrt of theirs? 'Bear ye one anoth er's burdcns.nnd so fulfil the law of Christ.' It hath been Well said that 'murmuring is a black garment, and becometh none so ill as saints.' Oh, friendsl let us not lose our interest in life's blessings, because we have so long enjoyed our share of them. Rather, as an eloquent writer of our own has said, will we 'ause and throw open a window in our hearts, and let in the tone of the bird, and the breath of the violet. . We will not permit that bl ight heart-r indow to bo seal ed, nor the hand, through our own inert ness, to become paralysed." while genial nature still spreads her charms around us, and invites us to rejoice in them, and in uod who gave them. X5TThe Springfield, (Mass.) Repulll can contains, at times, articles which, for true poetry and noble thought, are unex celled in the world of daily journalism. This thought upon the New Yearissoex quisito that we must be permitted to quo'.e these paragraphs; Time, kneeling upon the shores of Eter nity and murmuring a prayer to the Great Unknown lias counted another bead upon his frosty rosary. Standing at his side, the angel of the bright New Year looks 0 dmly out on the lar flashing- sea, while lying upon the shore, swathed in the un pitying heavcus, the Old Year ebbs his ifu away. The annual recurrence of this day brings tears to memory, while it wreaths with smiles the lips ot rlope. Who among us Can look back upon the path of the vanish ed year, and behold no dear friend, who, "weary with the march of life," has fallen by the wayside? By the eide of the path lies a husband, the mound above whose motionless bieasthas been steeped in tears. A. wife, whose bosom, for many long years, pillowed a weary brow, lies cold and stony there. A child, the- first born, the best, the only, ho who seemed so like an angel that your heart misgave you when you called hira yours, and tho mem ory of whose sweet prattle and caresses is locked as your choicest treasure in yuur heart of hearts, lies by that silent path. The wealth with which many began the lastyear'8 journey has taken to itself wings and left them naked and houseless. All look back upon some dear hope crushed, some loved one among the dead; and my riads of dreams that seemed born in heav en have been dissipated before they de scended to the grave. BEAt'tiCL. Dickens has the following beautiful thoughts in his "Nicholas Nick leby." "It is an exquisite and beautiful thingin our nature, that when the heart is touchodi and softened by some tranquil happiness, ,,.(Tn.(;n0(-, fr.i;nn. 1. vV,..m; .f '! V 1 UUl'VblVIIMVV 1V.VI"! f r.W IUVMJVI J V' , : l A rii irresistiblv. It would afmost seem as i. I...... .t i inougu our ueuer viiougnis anu sympa- thies were charms, iiv virtue of which the soul is enabled to hold some vague ahd mysterious intercourse with the spirit of, those whom we dearly loved in lite. Alas! how .long and how often may those pa tient angels hover above us watching for the spell which is so seldom uttered, and so soon forgotten." . -i Uniikaltu? Plastering. A communi cation in the Journal of Commerce asserts that tho hair used in plaster for new hbtises is, very often so dirty as to emit unpleas ant effluvia, which are. quite sickening and calculated tokeop a room unhealthy for years afterwards. The writer 6ays: - . "Hair used for mixing in mortar should be thoroughly washed re-washed, and dried, and thus deprived of the putrid mat ter that often adheres to it. Tho lime in mortar is not sufficient to cleanse the hair. It will generate an unpleasant sickly efflu via whenever the room is heated, until nitrate of lime, orso mnch of it as is mixed with tho animal matter is incorporated in the mortar." " X2TLet every man look Well to his hab its. A reputation which it has taken him years to acquire, may be lost in a day or an hour. A man should keep himself not only honest and correct in his character, but should beware of his deportment, that no taint of suspicion may be likely to be thrown upon it. . X3TA spare and simple die) contributes to the prolongation of hf. - d.sxc ixl S3 aDsir miixi'SD-gokge Washington. Tub Lord's Pbateb. What shall one feel in the presence of this bleied pray er? It is the Lord's prayer. It has been the prayer of his universal Church! It was this that our mother taughtus. It was the sacred sentences of this prayer that first opened our infant lips with the lan guage of devotion. It is dear to our mem ory; it is full of the mists and budding de sires of childhood; it is perfumed with pa rent's love; it is full of suggestions of home, brother, and sister, and mother. ., It was the evening prayer. When the sun had gone down, when shadows stretched them forth more . widely, when the eve ning star hung silent over the horizon, when evening insects were full of chirpings ic the belated bat flung himself noiselessly about for his food; then, in the hush of the day, bended before a mother's knees, with little hands innocently put together,: held in hers, with stammering repetition, we echo with pur child's voice, the soft low voice of mother, as she uttered with Jove' and awe this divine prayer. it is, therefore, as sacred as use, as love as memory, as devotion, as the hope of heaven, and the love of goodness can make it. Ao using will wear it away; it is like the atmosphere. Stones crumble under continual footsteps, the hardest wood will wear under the softest bands that do ply it for years, but one may rush through the air forever, and it cannot be chafed or worn. It has recovering force.like fabled spiritual natures, when wounded, with in stant power to heal itself. And like that ethereal sunlit atmosphere in this diviae prayer, that remains fresh in everlasting youth; no uttering can make it trite, no frequency can wear it out, no repetitions cantire the soul of it. It begins life with us, it goes through life dearer atevery period, and when nge begins to shiver & tremble a mongourdecayed boughs, this is that'which like the damsel sought out for David, lies in our bosom, and lends us warmth, and breathes another life into our decaying life! Dress, The honorable Miss Murray sister of a Scotch Duke, a maid of honor to Queen Victoria, has been staving for some days past in New Yoik. Mis Mur ray is a lady of fine person, robust health, and uncommon enprgy of character aged about 25 vears. She has visited several of the public ihstituilons, and been entertain ed by many citizens at their own houses, where her frank and cordial manners, her singular intelligence and great kindnessof heart have secured her mnny friends. Miss Murray, we understand, has keenly enjoy ed her extended tour in this country. She i poears, however, to have been struck wiih amazement at the expenditure, the helplessness, and the ill health of that un fort unnte class of being?, tho fashionable women of our cities. Miss Murray, 1 keall the fashionable Women of Europe.dresses fo plainly that it probably costs her less todrcss tor a whole year, man mnny a m. ions inoy expends for hnlt-a dozcn namikereniois. It is a settled thing in Europe. that extrav acrnncc in dress is the very extreme of vulgar ily, and is heVer indulged in except by those whose only claim todisiiuction is the length of purse Fried Apples. A dish of fried apples is quickly prepared for the table, which is often a consideration of no small impor tance. Wash them cut them in too, take oMt the stem, core andcalyx.and unpccled put thetn into ft tin psn with butter, or the gravy ot baked pork, witn some water proportion to the quantity to be fried eover them with a lid, set them on the stove, stir them occasionally until they be como soft and bo careful hot to burn them. Romanites, which are often almost worthless, baked or raw, "disappear with good gusto when fried." We may trutn fully prononnco despicable Ponies, when " 9 ooaLDl" "'vlL I xRiiman sweets, nnu.uiiS r. ...... 1 9 , l imifriu name, wnen mcuf iwim t a t e.;A Ae w a l.ii- Sour apples do not fry well-they frv to nieces too much Country uremic ' ' : man' ' Coitif CAKts. A lady, in the OMoctit tivator, recommends the following receipt for Corn Uakej fttid joreakmsi cake: To one Dint of sour butter-milk add three crS. one teaspoonfull of saleratus ene-quarter poiind of butter, thicken with fine meal, do not nine it loo sun, sprcau on a buttered pan and bake quickly. The following makes a very nice break fast cake: To one pint of butter milk or sour cream add two tablespoonfuls of molasses, salt arid spico or nutmeg to suit the tasto, and thicken with the Indian meal; mix over night and bako quickly for breakfast. : To PnESEnvK Ikon and Steel Knives From Rust. Procure some melted virgin wax the purer the better and rub It thoroughly over the blades of the knives. After it has dried, Warm the knives and having carefully removed the wax from tho surface, rub them briskly with a dry cloth, until the original polish is fully re stored. This Will fill all the pores with the unctuous and minuto particles of wax, which will adhere firmly, and prevent the intrusion of water or moisture, which is tho cause of rust. They will retain their brilliancy for weeks, if Used An ' Emetic. Many lives might be saved by a knowledge of this receipt: A large teaspoonlul of mustard mixed in a tumbler of warm waterand swallowed as soon as possible sets as an instant emetic, sufficient to remove all that is lodged in the i. . ". . eioiuavu. jBaMBSwgBBi' J .I'.iuiiTT "; i i iTilHg Life Journey EafeJ. "So when a ship well fretgkud with ths store The sao stature, oa India1 spicy shores, Hat d roped heraacbor td her eaavat furl4 I some fair have f oar westers world; Twer vein Inquiry to what port she went, The gale Inform as, Uden with the sceoU" How does love glow toward their fellow travellers, their future fellow-citizens in the Better Land! Is it the beavenly-m'indtd whoslight or slander those with wbom they are to dwell under the same roof, with whom they are o serve and sing forever? ! Mow do the heaveniy-raindea welcome death, desiring to depart? W tiat foretastes do they enjoy .as they approach the confines of Canaan? Land-birds, of beautilul plu mago, greeted Columbus days before his eyes caught a gimpse oi u:e iew worm. A more southern voyager found himself in the fresh waters of the Amazon, before Uia covering the continent from whence they came. So, at the close of life's voyage, do birds of Paradise come hitherward.carwr ngon bright wings, and the river of life sends its refreshing current far out into the rinysea of this world. "Hie celestial ity," said Paysoni'Ms now full in my view Its glories beam upon me it sounds strike uon my ears, and its spirit is Dreauiea nto my heart. In observing tho transit of Venus across the sun's dise, Rittenl.ouse was so filled with rapture that he fainted. And as the dories of the unper world, the unutterable pienaoroi tnesunoi jA,ignieousness,auraci . . . A' . . . . the eye of the beholder, is it strange that he should be raptand overwhelmed! "I lie ingdom of Heaven is within you. oucn holy anticipations turn earth into Paradise. Tue Mother. It has been truly said: "The first being that rushes to the recollection of a soldier or a sailor, in his heart's difficulty, is his mother. She chnis to his memory and affection, in the midst of all the forgetful ness and hardihood induced by a roving ife. The last message is for her his last whisper breathes her name. The mother as she instills the lessons of piety and filial obligation in the heart of her infant son, should always feel that her labor is not in vain, cue may crop into tne grave, uui she has left behind her an influence that . nt J . 1 . 1. .. 1 will work for her. The bow is broken but the arrow is sped, and will do its office' AFFECT105. There It In If J no blessing like affection; It soothes, It hallows, elevates, subdues, And bringethdown to earth Its native heaven; It sits betide the cradle patient hours, Whose sole contentment it to watch and love; It bendeth o'er the death-bed, and eonceala, Its own despair with words of faith and hope. Lifd hath nought else that may supply Its place; Void Is ambition, cold la vanity. And woalth an empty glitter without love.' MUs Laxoox. A Dyiso Father's Anvicx to his Son. Sir William Penn, who was an Admiral in the British Navy during the Protector ate Df Cromwell, and in the reignof Charles II., gave the following as his dyingndvice to his son, William Pcnn, the celebrated founder of Pennsylvania: "Three things (said the dying Admiral) I recommend to you: 1. Let nothing tempt you to wrong conscience; it you keep peace ai nome it will be a feast to you on a day trouble 2, .l in An 1v it justly and time it seasonably; for that gives -v.8 , security and uispatcn. 3. Be not troubled at disappointments. If they maybe recovered, do it; if not, trouble is in vain. These rules will carry you with firm mess and comfort through the inconstant world." The Christian's Work. Dr. Cum- ming beautifully remarks: "The builder builds for a century we for eternity; The painterpaintsfor ageneration we for ever. The poet sings for an age we for ever. The statuary cuta out the rnnrhln that Boon nerishes let us try to nut out thtt likeness of Christ to endure for; oi-.r nnrl vpr. "A hfifirlrad thoiisand men were em- nlnvnrl in Errvnt to construct a pvramidal tab for a dead kins: let us feel' that wo n. anrran,1 in a fur nnhlnr uriiir in Cun structiiKr3 temples for the living God. In mv humble judgment, the poorest par Uli school in our land with no other orna- mcnts than the dew-drops of the morning to gild it. and the sun beams to shine up on it, is a nobler spectacle than the loftiest European cathedral with its spires glisten ing in the setting and rising suns of a thou sand years." . ble ticking from the clock of time. "Now" ; i.,.,i.t.,rirti,i isn. "Now" is the banner of the prudent. t i ... 1, ; liulo vnrrl nlwnvs in nnr mind: and whenever anything presents it selftousin the shape of work, whether nut.,nu.;l.,l.irs ahnnld do it with all our mirrht, remembering that now it, the only time for us. It is indeed a sorry way to get through the world byputtingit off.ea lorour Kepuoncm.uneiHu.ee till to-morrow.saying. "Then I will dolt." choice than even their monarchical and .r- No! This will never answer. Xe is oars; , lstocratie sisters. The resu t is a lassitude ife will never be.. ...; of. nind. often as '"""' j I bodily exercise. The wife who leaves her It is stated that there is a merchant in i household cares to tho servants, pays tho Boston who, during fourteen years, has penalty which has beon affixed to idleneyi always had . his name on the docket of since the foundation of. the , world, and el some court, either as plaintiff or defend-1 therwilta away from enni, or is diiven to ant. The. lawyers "tip their beavers" to all gorts of fashionable follies to find efil this gentleman almost instantly. loyment fefthe minrfc ' ' .'. " 1 Frost the Knickerbocker Gallery.) - THE.tMPEROfc'S B I R tVS NEST- . ar. unnutt, One the Emperor Cauaus of With bis swarthy, grave commuaera. I forget In what campaign, Long beselged In mod and rala foot eld frogUtr town of Flander. Up and dowa las dreary eamp, In great boots of Spanish leather, FUrMicg wltk a measured tramp. These Hidalgoe,dull and damp, CunedUt Fr,he, ear4 the weather. Tavu to and fro they went. Over ayland and throagh bollew. Glringthelr Impatience vent, PerchtQ upon IV. Emperor' tent, In her acat they spied swallow. Yes, It wa (wallow's neat. Built of clay and hair of boTset' Jlaue or tail, or dragon's crest. Foand on hedgerows, east or west, Afiersklrmish of the aire. Then tnoid nlJalgo said, As he twirled his grey mostachio, "Burs, thlswallowovr-bed Tbinksour Emperor tent shed, Aud oar Emperor bat a mtcho." Hearing bit Imperial Bam Coupled with these words of malice, Half In anger, half In sham, Waea the great campaigner earner Slowly from his can vast palace, 'Let no hand the bird molest, Eaid be solemnly, 'nor hurt her!' Adding then, by way or Jett: Golondrlno It my guest Tis the wife of some deserter.'t Bwtft tftow tiring speed a shaft, Through the camp was spread the raaasri And the toldtert.as they qoafled Flemish beer, at dinner, laughed At the Emperor's pleasant humor. ' 8o unharmed and unafraid, There the swsllow aat and brooded, Till the constant caanoaad Through the walls abreteb had mad, And the siege waa thas concluded. Then the army, ele where bent, ftrnek the tents a if disbanding; Only o the Emperor' tent Fur be ordered, ere be went, Very enrtly: 'Leave it alandlnkt' And H stood there all alone- Losely flapping, torn and tattered. Till the brood waa fledged and flown, Bioging o'er those walls of stone, That the canaoo ahoi aee? i Midio The Fptnlih for mule. TGoLosoaiNO, in tpanish meant a swallow ar.dide ertur. To Youko Men. We extract the follow ing beautiful paragraph from the Baccal aureate Address lately delivered before the Graduating Class of Rutgers College, by the Hon. Tbeo. Frelinghuystn, and com mend it to the perusal of the young: 'Resolve to do something useful, hono rable, dutiful,' and do it heartily. Repel the thought, that you ran, and therefore you- miy live above labor, and without work. Among the most pitiful objects of society, is the man whose mind has been trained by education who has learned how to think, and with all these noble fac ulties cultivated and prepared for atl hon orable activity, ignobly sits down to noth ing with no influence over the public mind with no interest in the public con cerns of bis neighborhood to be regard ed as a drone, without object ot character, with no effort to put forth to help the riffht or defeat the wrong. Who can think with any calmness of such a misera j ble career? And however it may be with 0r you in active enterprise never permit pour influence to be lu hostility to the cause oi iruiu ana virtue, co live, mat 1 .e - J . o 1- - .1.-. n,Rti0n v,rr vr.ii msvtrul i. ...... ...w . f-"i ;-- lully say that "if your country stand hot by y Bur skill; At least your follies have not wrought her fall Eloquence of Ibe Hands. TlitS hands are by the very instinct of humanity rnsed in prayerj chisptd in al fection," Wrung in despair on the forehead when the soul is 'perplexed in the ex treme:' drawn inward to invite, thrust forth objectionately to- repel; the fingers point to indicate and are snapped in disdain; the palm is laid upon the heart in invocation of subdued feeling and on the brow of the compassion in benediction. The im orosive capacity ot the hands was never . .... moiestrkinglydisplated than in the orisons of tho deaf and dumb. Their teacher stood with closed eyes and addressed the Deity by those signs made with the fin gers, which constitute a language for the - . ctiPrrhlesg j Around him were grouped more diaii a - , hundred mutes who followed with rever ent glances every motion.- It Was a isl ble, but an inaudible worship. Despising Household Duties. From variety of causes, nothing is more common than to find Ataerican women who have not the slightest idea of household duties A writer thus alludes to this subject: this neglect of household cares, American , females stand alone. . A German lady, no matter how high her rank, never forgets i that domestic labors conduce to the health of the body and mind alike. An English - . lady, whether she be only a gentleman wife or a duko a, does not despise household, and even though she 1 house-keeper, devotes a portion of her lime j to this, her happiest sphere. It is reserv- WHOLE NO 1538 Ths? PrayiiiK Sailor Boy. The Cornelia was a good ship, (said one" of the West India cliaplniua tC the Sea man's Friend Society.) but a' one time era . feared site was on ner last voyage. W were bat few days out of harbor,' whed a severe storm of five days continuance1 . overtook us. -1 must ttH you of a feat performed by sailor boy at the height of the storm. - The ship waa rolling fearfully. Some of the rigging got foul at the mat head, and It was necessary that tome one should go up and rectify it. It was a perilous job. I was standing near the mate, and heard bun order the boy to do it. He lifted Lisvap and glanced at the bending mast, the boil ing, wrathful sea, and at the steady, de termined countenance of the mate. He hesitated in silence a moment; then null ing across the deck he pitched down into il forecastle. Perhaps he was gone two minuws when be returned, laid his hand on the ravVms, and went op with a will ' My eyes followed him till my head was dizzy, when I turned and remonstrated tvith the mate for sending the boy aloft. 'He cannot come down alive. Why did you send him?' - I did it,' re plied" die mate, Mo save life. We'te sometimes lost men overboard, bul never a boy. See how he holds like a squirrel. He is more careful. He cornea down safe, 1 hope.' Again I looked, till tears dimmed my eves and I was compelled to turn away, expecting every moment to catch a glimpse Of bis last fall: In about fifteen Or twenty minutes he came down and straightened himself up with ths conscious pride of having per formed a manly act, he walked aft with- i smile on hi countenance. ' In the course of the day I took occasion to speak to him, and asked him why he hesitated when ordered alofu I went, sir,' said th boyj 'to pray.' ; 'Do yon pray?' - r Yes, sir; I thought that I might not come down alive, "and I 'went to commit my soul to' God.' .' ' ' ' . Where did you learn to pray? At home; my mother wanted mo to go to the Sunday school, and mj teacher urg ed me to pray to God to keep me; and I do.' . . . . . What was that yon had in yoar jacketr My Testament which my teacher gavO" me. I thought if I should perish, l would ave the Word of Ood close to my heart. The Good of Children: .. What would this world" be really worth if it were robbed of the hearty laugh, and merry piattle of .littlts children? - What home would be worth tne name oi 'nome, if there were taken from it those little1 vines, which morning and night put . ou their little arms to climb and kiss the par ent stem? What hearth would look cheer-' ful, if around it were not those little Lares to cheat it of its loneliness and gloom?' Whatadeeertis, without an oasis a ior est without a shrub a garden without floWer--a lute without a string sq Us) home Without children. Who does no feel happy ,wben his heart-doors are locked suspiciously against all the rest of tho world, in raising its Windows arid, letting these lit tie ones flock in, and rumage every secret drawer and cupboard from the base ment to the attic? Happy is that man who loves little children; Let him be a stranger in a strange phi e lot him meek withtfilces Unknown bt fore let him find no heart which beats sympathetically with his own, and yet the sparkling eyes, the curl locks, the sprightly step, and the happy laughter of children are the same to him . . . mi . , , . e ' here, as at nome. inetr ongni laces are like the stars td him, ever twinkling the same wherever he goes: their gay voices are like cheerful murmuring rivulets, or like the happy songs of birds, always sounding the same to his ears.. Let. him be sad let the clouds of sorrow gather their darkness around his heart let the snows of adversity chill his better nature- and yet, let him but feel the influence ot children, and his soul, like a broken instru ment, new repaired and newly strung, vi brates wiin softer ana more melodious tones. .,... What Unclx Sam has done is H Iearsi Uncle Sam was born a nation seventy Seven years ago since then be has whip ped his mother and one of his. brothers; thrashed his Barbary cousin, threatened Fiance and made her pay up, and s-.leared decks for battle with Austria. He lias 0t an example of liberty and popular power, that has thoroughly frightened the des pots of the earth and perilled their ancient thrones,-- Ho has grasped a continent and is fast covering it with a free, educated and thriving people. He has built more ships than any other - nation in the some time, and his flag is now seen on. every tea and ocean, and in every harbor and liret. Ho has built more steamboats, more riN ways, more telegraph lines, more school houses, more churches, more cities,- big' ger babies in that scvertty-seven years, thaft any other nation in five hundred years. And has printed more ncwspa pers, made more speeches, done more brag ging than any other nation has done In s thousand years. The spirit of liberty is not as mnlti' tudes imagine, a jealousy of our particular' rights, but a respect for the rights of otlw er. and an nnwillingntts that any mint whether high ot low; should bs wTODgod kJ trampefcd under toot. '' ' '