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The following lines, by William Winter re copied from the Boa ton Tramcrtft: , Then hangs iter in tha western kr V Merrily blows tbe wind b night! " It twinkles and glows like an angel era, And the sky Is Woe and the anew is whits And merrily blWi the wind by night! Tis the star of Lore that I gaze on there Merrily Wows the wind by night! V And it speaks to my heart the good and fair ' That forever aad ever have left my sight: - - Ah! drearily cobs the wind by night ! . i Soaae in the grave yards lie asleep . Merrily "blows the wind bynigbt! .' Over them enowe are drilled deep, Coid aa their boaee, aDd pore and white j ' ' Bm merrily blows the wind by night ! And eotae there are whose haaghry hearts .,- ' Are frexea hard with shams and sin : . Ho tone ot music e'er departs, ..- Refer aeansbineenterain : , . Calf like the snow, but not so white ' j. While merrily blows the wind by njgiit ! And one there M whose gentle eye .- . Seem yet aa thrill me from s far ; '; 'Whose memory in my bosom lies -20 As the pore light of bat cold star. She loved me once bat woman is light, Changetnl and false as the snow so white , And merrily blows tha wind by night ! ' TUsEfeof onrsis wild nnrest, ' And light and shadow and joy and woe; And then the sod is over us prest, . And merrily on the winds do.blow. And the self-same stars thst shine to night . -.- -WjU thin on ear graves when wo are gone -1 afcaaaqss willcover SB.tranqnB and white. While the mosieal winds blow merrily oa. tor the ky is blae and the snow is white ; And merrily blows tbe wind by night! ' Shims on, thoo beautiful star, shine on, ; in the hrilliaot beauty, bold and bright! -:. For tbe world in darkness waits the dawn " And merrily blows tbe wind by night! Let hearts grew cold that once ware glad, :, And eyes, once bright, grow dim and aad, - And cheeks mm pale, and slow decay , Anil ferr waste our Jbrmf away ; ' Yet, in the radiant borne above. Shine on id hear us talk of love ! ' Shioe on o W ill the glmtly sight. And hark to the wind that aicga by night To the jolly old wind that sings by night! ' for tbe sky is blue and tbe snow is white And merrily blows the wind by night! Fashionable Wedding. . Font and twenty bride-grooms, all iia a row. f ear and twenty dandies, dressed from top to toe; Foot and twenty grimaces four and twenty Bmiies And the carriages extending (our and twenty miles; Four and twenty bride's -nn ids, dressed in hoops and feather, Eight and forty Nimabies, standing all together. . Tbe bride rinsed and jeweled. . Tbe groom gloved and glum, "," And bath of them louk foolish. And both of them are dumb. ; . . A thousand spectators, To see this pretty match; A thousand touguee k whisper- .. "Lie's made quite a catch.11 Eighty and forty niniues. Marching out oi church, . Like o mauy :uool boy - ttuuuliig liuui lue birch. Oh! ibe tuuuitst uiit to iok upou , that tvj 1 uia see. Th world mukes a great toss tor nothing, seeiu? loiue. Duty. 'Bui never, in her sphere. Is woman to toe soul more dear, Than wben the homely task she plica, r Willi cheerful duty in ter eyes, And every lowly path well trod,' - 'Looks uaceMy upwariTtoher God." Duty. Choice Miscellany. THE APPLE-TREE TABLE; OR ORIGINAL SPIRITUAL MANIFESTATIONS. [CONCLUDED.] - Du'ing the meal, in vain was conversa tion started again and again; in vain my wife said som thing brisk to infuse into others ah animation akin to her own. Julia and Anna, with heads bowed over their tea-cups, were still listening for tbe tick. : I confess, too, that their example was catching. But, for the time, nothing was .heard. Either the ticking 'had died quite away, or else, slight as it was, the increasing uproar of the street, with the general hum of day, so contrasted with the repose of night and early morning, smoth ered the sound. At the lurking inquietude of her companions, my wife was indignant; the more so, as she seemed to glory in her - c i i Own exemption iroui panic, in nen ureuit fast was cleared away sh took my watch, and, placing it on the table, addressed the supposed spirits in it, with a jocosely defi ant air: 'There, tick away, let us see whs can tick loudest!" All that day, while abroad, I thought of the mysterious table. Could Cotton Mather peak true? Were there spirits? And would spirits haunt a tea-table? Would the Evil One dare show his cloven foot in the bosom of an innocent family. I shud dered wben I thought that I myself, against the solemn warnings of my daughters, had wilfullr introduced tbe cloven foot there. Yea, three cloven feet. But, towards noon, - this 'sort of feeling began to wear off. The : continual rubbing against so many practi cal people in tbe street, brushed such chime ras away irotn mc. I remeiliueieu iua, j had not acquitted myself very intrepidly itKtt nn tiiA nrpvinu rairrht or in the morn- ing.-- Treaolved to regain tbe good opinion of my lfe. To evince my hardihood the more sig nally, when tea . was dismissed, and tb .1 L- I f n. !.:.,( L.,1 k..n ii ! . .. n .nil : no ticking bad been beard which the more - encouraged me 1 took my pipe, and, say in; that bed-tiiae had arrived for tbe rest, ' drew iLy chair towards the fire, and, remov ing my sappers, placed my teet on the len der, looking as calm and composed as old Demoeritus in the tombs of Abdera, when one midnight the mi-xhieviiua little boys of the town tried to frighten that sturdy philos opher with spurious ghosts. And I thought to mysel f, that the worthy '-old gentleman had set a good example to II times in his conduct on that occasion. For, wben at the dead hour, intent on bis studies, be heard the strange sounds, he did not so much as move his eyes from his page, only simply said: "Boys, little boys, go home. THis is no place for you. You will catch cold here." Tbe philosophy of which wotds lies here: that they imply the fore gone conclusion, that any possible invest i ' gation of any .possible spiritual phenomena was absurd; that upon the first face of such things, the mind of a ane man instinctively affirmed them a humbug, unworthy the least attention; more especially if phenomena nnear in tombs, since tombs are peculiarly the- place of silence, lifelessness, and soli tude; for which cause, by the way, the old man, as upon the occasion in question, made the tombs of Abdera bis place ot siuay. Presently I was alone, and all was hushed V !:.! Jnoin mw nino nnt fpplintT PTRT.tlv . J JMU JVa. J f i ' m , tranquil enough now. thoroughly to enjoy , it. Taking up one of the newspapers, I began in a nervous, hurried sort of way, te ' read by the light of a candle placed on D. THOBURN EDITOR & PROPRIETOR. NEW EIUES, VOL, I, NO 9. ST. 'HE WHO LOVES HOT HIS ' Q)UMJCAH LOVE NOTHING CLAIRSVILLE, OHIO, - Lru THURSDAY, FEBUARY TERMS 26, 1857. $1,50 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE LWHOLE NO 966 3S small stand drawn close to the fire. As for the spple-tree table, having lately concluded that it was rather too low tor a reading table, I thought best not to use it a such that night. But it stood not very distant in the middle of the room. Try as I wi-uld, I couln not succeed much at reading. Somehow I seemed all ear and oo eye; a condition of intense auricular eus- pei.ee. But ere long it was oroaen. Tick! tick! tick! Though it was not tbe 5r6t time I had beard that sound; nay, though I bad made it my particular business oa this occasion to wail for that sojnd, nevertheless, when it came, it seemed unexpected, as if a can non had boomel through tbe window. Tick! tick! tick! I eat stock stiil a time, thoroughly to master, if possible, my first discomposure. Then rising, I looked pretty steadily at the table, went up to it pretty steadily; . took held of it pretty atetdily; but let it go pretty quickly: then paced np and down, stopping every moment or two, with ear pricked to listen. Meantime, within me, the contest between panic and philosophy remained not wholly decided. Tick! tick! tick! With appalling distinctness the ticking now rose on tbe night. My pulse fluttered my heart beat. I hardly know what might not have followed, bad not Demoeritus just then come to the rescue. For shame, said I to myself, what is the use of so fine an example of philoso phy, if it cannot be followed? Straightway I resolved to imitate it, even to the old sage's occupation and attitude. Resuming my chair and paper, with back presented to the table, I remained thus for a time, as if buried in study; when, the ticking still continuing, I drawled out, in as indifferent and dryly jocose a way as I could: "Come, come, Tick, my boy, fun enough for to-night." j Tick! tick! tick! There seemed a sort of jeering defiance in the ticking now. It seemed to exuit over the poor affected pari I was playing. But much as the taunt stung me, it only slung me into persistence. I resolved not to abate one whit in my mode of address. "Come, come, you make more and more noise, Tick, my boy; too much of a joke time to have doue." No sooner said than the ticking ceased. Never was responsive obedience more exact. For the life of me, I could not help turning round upon the table, as one would upon some reasonable being, when could I believe my senses! I saw something moving. or wriggling, or squirming upon the slab of j the table, it shone like a glow-worm. j Uiiconsiioesly. I grasppd the poker that ; stood at band. But bethinking n;e how ab- surd, to a'tar.k a glow-worm with a poker, j I put it down. How long I sat spell-bound and staring there, with my body preen'ed one way aud my face another, I cannntsay; but at length 1 rose, and, buttoning my coat up and down, made a sudden intrepid forced march full upon the tabled And there, near the centre ef the wlab, as I Jive, I saw en irregular liule hole, or, rather, short nibbed sort of crack, from w hich (lili a butterfly escaping its cbryrraHs) the sparkling object, whatever it might be, was struggling. Its motion was the motion of life. I stood be charmed. Are there, indeed, spirits, thought I; aud isthisoiie? No; I must be drenming. I turned my glance off to tbe red fire on the hearth, then back to tbe pale lustre on the table. What I saw was no optical illusion, but a real marvel. The tremor was in creasing, when, once again, Democritua be friended me. Supernatural corruscation as it appeared, I strove to look at the strange object in a purely scientific way. Thus viewed, it appeared some new sort of small shining beetle or bug. and, I thought, not without something of a hum to it, too. 1 still watched it, and with still increas ing self-pessesaion. Sparkling end wrig gling, it still continued its threes. In an other moment it was just n the point of escaping its prison. A thought struck me. Running for a tumbler, I clapped 'it over tbe insect just in time to secure it. After watching it a while longer under the tumbler, I left ail as it was, and, toler ably composed, retired. Now, for the soul of me, I could not, at that time, comprehend tbe phenomenon. A live bug come out of a dead table? A fire fly bug come out of a piece of ancient lum ber, for one knows not how many years stored away in an old ganet? Was ever such a thing heard of, or even dreamed of? How got the bug there? Never mind. 1 bethought me of Demoeritus, and resolved to keep cool. At all events, the mystery of the ticking was explained. It was simply the sound of the gnawing and filing, and tapping ef the bug, iB eating its way out It was satisfactory to think, that there was an end forever to the ticking. I resolved Dot to let the occasion pass without reaping some credit from it. "Wife," said I, next morning, "you will not be troubled with any more ticking in our table. I have put a slop to all that." "Indeed, husband,'' said she, with some incredulity. "Yes, wife," returned I, perhaps a little vain-gloriously. "I have put a quietus upon that ticking. Depend upon it, the ticking wi 1 trouble you no more." In vain she besought me to explain my self. I would not gratify her; being willing to balance any previous trepidation I migbt have betrared, by leaving room now for the imputation of some heroic feat whereby I hul silenced the ticking. It was a sort ot innocent deceit by implication, quite harm less, and I thought , of utility. But when I went to breakfast, I sa my wife kneeling at the table again, and my girls looking ten times more frightened than ever. Why did you tell me that boastful tale," said my wife indignantly. "You might have known how easily it would be found out. See this crack, too; and here is the ticking again, plainer than ever." "Impossible!" I exclaimed; but upon ap plying my ear, 'sure enough, tick! tick! tick! The ticking was there. Recovering myself the best way I might, 1 demanded the bug. "Bue?" screamed Julia. "Good heavens, papa!" "I hope, sir, you have been bringing no bugs into this house?" said my wife, se verely. -The bog, the bug!" I cried; "the bug under tbe tumbler." "Burrs in tumblers!'' cried the girls; "not our tumblers, papa? You have not been putting bugs into our tumblers? Oh, what does what doet it all mean? "Do you see this hole, this crack here? said I, putting my finger on the spot. "That I do," said my wife, with high dia- j pleasure. " And how did it come there? . What have you been doing to the table!" Do you see this crack?" repeated t, in tensely. Yes, yes," said Julia; "(hit was what frightened me so; it looks so like witch work .' "Spirits! spirits!" cried Annn. "Siienct!" suid my wife "Go on, sir, and tell us what you know of the crack." Wife and daughters," said I, solemnly, "out of that crack, or bole, while I was sit ting ail alone here last night a wonder ful " Here, involuntarily, I paused, fascinated by the expectant attitudes and bursting eyes of Julia and Anna. "What, wbat!" cried Julia. "A bug, Julia." "A bug!" cried my wKe. "A bng come out of this table? And what did you do wjth it'" " ,. "Clapped it under a tumbler." "Biddy! Biddy!" cried my wife, going to the door. "Did you see a tumbler here on this table when you swept the room?" "Sure I did, marm, and a 'bomnable bug under it." "And what did you do with it?" demanded I. "Put the bug in the fire, sir, and rinsed out the tumbler ever so many times, marm "Where is that tumbler?" cried Anna. "I hope you scratched it marked it some way. I'll never drink out ef that tumbler; never put it before me, Biddy. A bug a bug! Oh, Julia! oh, mamma! I feel it crawling all ever me, even now. Haunted table!" Spirits! spirits!" cried Julia. My daughters," said their mother, with authority in her eyes, "go to your chamber till yon can behave more like resonable creatures. Is it a bug a bug that can frighten you out of what little wits you erer had. Leave the room- I am astonish ed. I am pained by such childish conduct." 'No tell me," she said addressing me, as 60011 as they bad withdrawn, ''now tell my trnly, d.d a bug really come out ol this crack in the table?" "Wife, it is even so." "Did j ou 6ce it come out!" "I did." - She looked earnestly at the crack, leaning over it. "Are you sure?" said she, looking up, but still bent over. "Sure, sure." She was s.leiii. 1 began to think that the mystery of the tLing began to tell even upon her. Yes, thought 1, 1 shall presently see my ui!e shaking and shuddering, and, who krows. calling in some old dominie to exercise tbe table, and drive out the spirits, "I'll tell you what we'll do," said she suddenly, and uol without excitement. "What, wife?" said I, all eagerness, ex pecting some mvetical proposition; "what, wife!" "We will rub this table all over with thst celebrated 'roach powder I've heard of." "Good gracious! Then you don't think k's epirii4'' -... . "Spirits!" The emphasis of scornful incredulity was worthy of Demoeritus himself. "But this ticking this ticking?" said I. "I'll whip that out of it." "Come, come, wife," said I, you are going too lar tbe other way, now. Neither roach powder nor whipping will cure this table. It's a queer table, wife; there's no blinking it." "I'll have it rubbed, though," she rep'icd, "well rubbed;" and calling Biddy, she bade her get wax and brush, and give the tabic a vigorous manipulation. That done, the cloth was again laid, and we sat down to our morning meal; but my daughters did not make their appearance. Julia and Ajna took no breakfast that day. When the cloth was removed, in a business-like way, my wiie went to work with dark colored cement, and hermetically closed the litt'e hole in the table. My daughters looking pale, I insisted upon taking them out for a walk that morn ing, when the following conversation en sued: "My worst presentiments about that table are being verified, papa," said Julia; "not for nothing was that intimation of the cjo ven foot on my shoulder." "Nonsense," said I. "Let us go into Mrs. Brown's, and have an ice-cream." The spirit of Demoeritus was stronger on me now. By a curious coincidence, it strengthened with tbe strength of the sun light. "But is it not miraculous," said Anna, "how a bug shou'd come out of a table?" "Not at all, my daughter. It is a very common thing for bugs to come out of wood. You yourself must have seen them coming out of the ends of the billets on the hearth." "Ah, but that wood is almost fresh from tbe woodland. But the table is at least a hundred years old." "What of that?" said I, gayly. "Have not live toads been found in the hearts of dead rocks, as old as creation!" "Say what yon will, papa, I feel it is spirits," said Julia. "Do, do now, my dear papa, have that haunted table removed from tbe house." "Nonsense," said I. By another curious coincidence, the more they felt frightened, the more 1 felt brave. Evening came. "This ticking," said my wife; "do you think that another bug will come of thi6 continued ticking?" Curiously enough, that had not occurred to me before. I had not thought of tb,ere being twins o. bugs. But now, who kievv; t'lere mignt be even triplets. 1 resolved to take precautions, and, if there was to be a second bug, infallibly se cure it. Dunne the evening, the ticking was again heard. About ten o'clock I clap ped a tumbler over the spot, as near as I could judge of it by my ear. Then we all retired, and locking the door of the cedar- parlor, 1 put the key in my pocket. In ibe morning, nothing was to be seen, but the ticking was heard. The trepidation of my daughters returned. They wanted to call in the neighbors. But to this my wife was vigorously opposed. We should be the laughing-stock of the whole town. So it was agreed that noth:ng should be disclosed. Biddy received strict charges; and, to make sure, was not allowed that week to go to confession, lest she 6honld tell the priest. I stayed home all that day, every hour or two bending ever the table, both eye and ear. Towards night, 1 thought tbe ticking grew more distinct, and seemed divided from my ear by a thinner and thinner partition ol the wood. 1 thought, too, that I per ceived a faint heaving up, or bulging of the wood, In tho ploco where I had placed the a ere a of as cd. go tumbler. To put an end to the suspense my wile prouo.ed taking a kniie and cut tin into tbe wood there; but I had a less imps' tient plan; namely , tiat she and I should sit up with the table that night, as, from present symptoms, the bug would probably make its appearance before morning. For myselC, I was curious to see the first advent of the thins the first dazzle of the chick as it chipped the shell. The idea struck my wile not unfavorably, She insisted that both Julia and Anna should be oi the party, in order that the evidence of their senses should disabuse their minds of all nursery nonsense. For that spirits should tick, aad that spirts should take ucto themselves the form of bugs, was, to my wife, the most foolish of all, foolish imagi nations. True, she could not account for tbe thing; but she had all confidence that K could belaud would yet -be, someow ex plained, an that to her entire 'satiafacUfto, Without knowing it herself, my wife was female Demoeritus. For my own part, my present feelings were of a mixed sort. In a strange and not unoleasing way, I gently oscillated between Demoeritus and Cotton Mather. But to my wife and daughters I as sumed to be pure Demoeritus a jeerer at all tea-table spirits whatever. So, laying in a good supply of candles and crackers, all four of us sat up with tbe table, and at tbe same time sat round it. For a while my wife and I carried on an animated conversation. But my daughters were silent. Then my wife and 1 wonld have had a rubber of whist, but my daugh ten cculd not be prevailed upon to join. So we played whist with two dominies; literally, my wife won the rubber, and. fatigued with victory, put away tbe cards. Half past eleven o'clock. No sign of the bug. The candles began to burn dim. My wife was just in the act of snuffing them, when a sudden, violent, hollow, resounding; rumbling, thumping was beard. , Julia and Anna sprang to their feet. "All well!" cried a voice from the street. It was the watchman, first ringing down bis club on the pavement, and then follow ing it up with this highly satisfactory ver bal announcement. "Ail well! Do you hear that, my girls! said I, gayly. Indeed it was astonishing how brave as Bruce I felt in company with three women, and two of them half frightened out of their wits. I rcse for my pipe and took a philosophic smoke. Demoeritus forever, thought I. In profound silence, I sat smoking, when o! pop! pop! P'.p! right under the table, terrible popping. This time we ail four sprang up, and my pipe was broken. 'Goo'd heavens! what's that!" "Spirits! spirits!" cried Julia. "Oh, oh, oh!" cried Anna. "Shame," suid my wife, "it's that new bottled cider, in the celler, going off. I told Biddy to wire the bottles to-day." I shall here transcribe from memoranda kept during part cf the night. - One o'clock. No s7g"h of theTFug. Tick ing continues. Wife getting sleepy. "Two o'clock. No sign of the bug. Tick ing intermittent. Wife fast asleep. "Three o clock. No sign ot the Dug. Ticking pretty steady. Julia and Anna getting sleepy. Four o'clock. No sign of the bug. Ticking regular, but not spirited. Wife, Julia, and Anna, all fast asleep in their chairs. Five o'clock. No s:gn of the bug. Ticking faint. Myself feeling drowsy. The rest stiil asleep." So far the journal. Rap! rap! rap! A terrific, portentous rapping against the door. Startled from our dreams, we started to our teet. Rap! rap! rap! Juiia and Anna shrieked. I cowered in the corner. "You fools!" cried my wife, "it's the baker with tbe bread." Six o'clock. She went to throw back the shutters, but it was done, a cry came from Julia. There, half in aad half out of its crack, there wriggled the bug, flashing in the room's general dimness, like a fiery opal. Had this bug had a tinv sword by its side a Damascus aword and a tiny - necklace round its neck a diamond necklace and tiny gun in its claw a brass gun and a tiny manuscript in his mouth a Chaldee manuscript Julia and Anna could not have stood more charmed In truth, it was a beautiful bug a Jew jeweler's bug a bug like a sparkle of a glorious sunset. - Julia and Anna had never dreamed of such a bug. To them, bug had been a word svnonomous with hideousness. nai tnis was a seraphical bug; or, rather, all it had the bog was the B, for it was beautiful a butterfly. Julia and Anna gazed and gazed. They were no more alarmed. They were delight "But how got this strange, pretty crea ture into the table!" cried Julia. "Spirits can get anywhere," replied Anna. "Pshaw?" said my wife. "Do you hear any more ticking?" said I. They all applied their ears, but beard nothing. "Well, then, wife and daughters, now that it is all over, this very morning I will and make inquiries about it." "Uh, do, papa," cried Julia, "do go and consult Madame Pazzi.the conjuress." "Better go and consult Prolessor John son, the naturalist," said my wife. "Bravo, Mrs. Demoeritus!" said I, "Pro fesBor is the man." By good fortune I found the Professor ic. Informing him briefly of the incident, he manifested a cool, collected sort of interest, and gravely accompanied me home. The table was produced, the two openings point ed out, the bug displayed, and the details of the affair set forth; my wife and daughters being present. "And now. Professor," said I, "what do you think of it!" Putting on hia spectacles, the learned Professor iooked hard at the table, and gently scraped with his pen-knife into the holes, but said nothing. "Is it notan unusual thing, this?" anxious ly asked Anna. "Very unusual, Miss." At which Julia and Anna exchanged sig nificant glances. "But is it not wonderful, very wonderful?" demanded Julia. "Very wonderful, Miss." My daughters exchanged still more sig- in in o to as of so f nificeaf glances, and Julia, emboldened, again-spoke. "And must you not admit, sir, that it is the work of of f sp ?" "Spirits? No," was the crusty rejoinder. "Mj; daughters," said I, mildly, "you should remember that this is not Madame Pazzr the conjuress, you put your questions to, but the eminent naturalist, Professor Johnson. And now, Professor," I added, be pleased to explain. Enlighten our ig norance. Without repeating that the learned gen tleman eaid for, indeed, though lucid, he was ajlittle prosy let the following sum mary ef his explanation suffice. The incident was not wholly without ex- emp le. Tbe wood of tbe 'table was apple- tree j spit of tree much fancied by various wr,. , r irrsecls. ' The bugs had come from laid UMide the bark of tbe living tree in tbooij&Pl. By careful examination of the position of the bole from which the last bug had emerged, in relation to the cortical layers of the slab, and then allowing for the inch and a half along the grain, ere tbe bug had eaten its way entirely out, and then computing the whole number ef cortical layers in the slab, with a reasonable con jecture for the number cut off from the out side, it appeared that the- egg must have been laid in the tree some ninety years, more or-less, before the tree could have been felled. But between the felling of the tree and the present time, how long might that be? It was a very old-fashioned table. Allow eighty years for the age of the table, which would make one hundred and fifty years that the bug had laid in tbe egg.. Such, at least, was Professor John son's computation. "Now, Julia," said I, "after that scientific statement of the case (though, I confess, I don't exactly understand it), where are your pints? It is very wonderful as it is, but where are your spirits?" "Where, indeed," said my wife. "Whynow, she did not really associate this purejy natural phenonenon with any crudo spiritual hypothesis, did she?" ob served the learned Professor, with a slight sneer. , "Say what you will," said Julia, holding up, in the covered tumbler, the glorious, lustrous, flashing, live opal, "say what you will; if this beauteous creature be not a spirit, it yet teaches a spiritual lesson. For if, after one hundred and fifty years' ntombment, a mere insect comes forth at ast into light, itself en effulgence, shall there be no glorified resurrection for the spirit of man! Spirits! spirits!" she ex- laimed, with rapture, "I still believe in spirits, onlv now I believe in them with I delight, when before I but thought of them with terror. The mysterious insect did not long enjoy ts radiant life; it expired the next day. But my girls have preserved it. Embalmed a silver vinaigrette, it lies on the little apple-tree table in tbe pier of the cedar parlor. And whatever lady doubts this story, my H'iii..U, hipy ,ni .bm, her hull) the bug and the table, and point out to her, the repaired slab of the latter, the two sealing-wax drops designating the exact lace of the two holes mode by the two bugs, something in the same way in which are marked the spots where the cannon balls struck Brattle street church. I is a in a in From the Home Journal. Old Grave-Yards. BY CHARLES QUAINT. There is something about these old, full- tenanted resting-places of the dead, that is me irresistiMy attractive. It is, perhaps, because so few others visit them, that I love wander through their thickly settled solitudes, making paths for myself fro.j grave to grave, thraugb the rank weeds and malted swad-grass; or, pausing at t sunken mound, to Bit down before its head-stone, hich itself is bowed and infirm with age, and decipher the moss-filled inscription. We love, indeed ani th.3 pleasure is, perhapsriess sombre and more refined lo walk thrpugh the smooth-bordered paths of reenwood, where our los: friends are cared for; and the thought of death is pleasanier, when we think ot the shady plot that we have hedged in and planted with rose-trees, the abiding place of our deserted body thereafter. We would not have the weeds grow upon our mother's grave, nor lei a father's moss-in crusted tombstone be a monument of filial forgetfulness. Yet there are grave yarde, full of such: every vilrage as one. Even in those in wuicli rehued and modern taste has laid out and adorned new cemetery, the old grave-yard on the hill is only the mure deserted aud given over to decay. It is when we are weary with wandering through these stately cities of the dead, and are sated with marble magnificence lor it nly shows how unavailing are all our tf- fors to fill the vacant iniche in our hearts ith a representative of stone, or carve our tonguelesj anguish upon tbe quarried block -it is then that we find a relief in roving rougfa these weedy .neglected pluces, where the dead of long-ago repose. We look ai the quaint carving, and wonder at the taste those whose idea of au angel's face was stony. We put our finger into the time worn figures to trace the half-obliterated late. The simple lines mat gnei lias chiselled beneath for the natural expres sion of sorrow is poetical in their un familiar garb of capitals and antique ab- reviations, toucH u as they would not elsu- here. We can all readily recall to mind such a place as this. There is one not tar from here, which has many interesting niemon- ls, and has, 1 imagine, become wonted to the sound of my foot-steps. It crowns an eminence that overlooks tho beauiitul ex- pans of the i appBn Sea.' Let us visit it, you please. We migni easily overleap he wall, for it cannot be higher than was that of Romulus; but, mindful of the la mentable result of Remus' want of rever ence, we will remove the wooden stapls by Inch the gate swings opea, and will go in more.sedately. We may walk where jwe ill; there are no nnger-posts to uireci us long pebbled avenues, or warn us off the . i t- . i. - t. grass. Jjong anu rana. is me grosi, iur Uu cvtbe baa known it; no impious raxe nas ventured to disturb the fallen leaves. We walk up to a curious pile of brick and stone, which we find to be the ruins of family vault of the last century. It is roofless, and bricks lallen from tho edges of the walls lie scattered about. The mortar as seamed and (rumbled; moBs and lichens to the of are a to to to oi to have crept up and found a home in the crevices. In front, four inscription-stones are embedded. They contain the names of an ancient Dutch family one of the 'first probably, whoss axe trenched for a home upon the forest that once thickly skirted the shores of tbe Hudson. One began his youth at the same time with 'he last century, and passed to his rest about the time that tried men's souls. The next stoue is a child's memorial. We gaze at it tenderly it was a little child of five and think how old it won Id have been had it lived till now. end wonder if it ha? been growing old in heaven. But 'what is most remarkable about it, is a circular scar that defaces the verses Leneath, and renders tht in illegible. A friend, who is familiar with the history f the place, assures us that it was cinnJ hn . h.ll RrA . I!.,t,-.l. sioned by a ball fired from a British sJo ip- of-war, passing up the river in those troubl ous days of old. XhU .extraordinary cir cumstance sets us upon a new train of re verie. Death battling against death! We look down upon the river, calmly sleeping in the setting sun, while the shadow fiom the opposite headland slowly creeps towards us over the waters. White-winged shits go gently gliding up and down; and now a swift-paced steamer rounds the point, and her engine -strokes reverberate upon the air. With the present scene in our view, we think of the former days, when an enemy's armed vessels were prowling around these peaceful shores: or, farther still casting back our imagination, we see the high prowed ships of Heddrik Hudson lying at anchor on the 'Tippaan Zee,' while the wondering natives peer from the thickets, and think tha Great Manitto has come to visit them in his ocean-dwelling. Dropping our reverie, and turning to the third tablet, we find the name spelled differ ently, by two letters, from the others. The suspicion strikes us, that, in its piesent form it dose not look so Dutch, after all. No- matter: their ancestry now concerns them little. An ocean may here have divided them from their 4parent-land, but now they nave reached the common bourne of all gen eaations, where there shall be 'no more sea' to separate at least let us hope that there no 'great .gulf' fixed between any of the members of this litt e family band. As we turn ana trace our way onward among the furrows for it is a furrowed field, and that which is sown is but the seed of future life some names of ancient fame the settlement of 'New Amsterdam' and its precincts greet our view. Here sleeps the dust of the Van Tassels. Irving's his toric pen has made the name familiar. We think a moment, and pa.-s.on, reflecting h iw the pride of birth is ever quenched in the lowliness of death. Here is a plain, time-worn slab,' with no name upon it. Wh .sa may it be! Was it bud that shrunk and dropped ere blossom ing! or a full-blown flower that gave forth its measure of perfume, and foldod its leaves past maturity? We would question tbe hoary memorial, but our answer would be at least as indefinite as was that which Hamiel, wnen engaged in the seme occupation as uurseives.iccuiieu Hum rnedclvins; uexton: "Hamlet What man dost thoa dig that grave for? Clouu. tor no man. sir. Huiiurt. What woman, then? Vloun For none, iieiiher. llaiuUt. Who is to buried in't? Cloun. One that was a woman, sir, but, rest her soul, she's dead." The twilight shadows are falling and the solemn stones the visible 'black spirits white' of this chumel-fieU begin to look dim and .ghostlike. We push a side bushes that entangle our fiotsteps, and make our way back to tbe entrance. When have shut behind us the creaking gate, seem to have shut in a strange, sacred spot, upon itself, and have brought forth with us a quiet pensivenoss of mind tthat loves silence better than expression, while the thoughts commune with one another. We have brought, too, a little sprig of ever green that grew over the grave ot one we kuew. It is arbor vilce and how appro priate and suggestive the enibleui! It re minds us of an aphorism of one whose lu"rge heart is in full sympathy with human kind 'Death! translated into the heavenly tongue, that word means life.' How little do we like to think of the time, so inevitably to come upon us all, when tee shall rest our limbs beneath a coverlet of turf, and have 'a tombstone growing above our head! It seems strange us, when we are told that the mable as tronomer in Greenwood, who, quardranl in hand, is forever determining the altitude of sun, is not the representative of one whose days upon eaith are past and gone, but that the living original, whose unusal forethought so unostal that it would be generally considered a whim or eccentric fruak has caused it to be erected, is yet hate and hearty. But why should we uo. think of the future abiding-place of uur body when we have done with :l? As we plant maples and elms about our d veilings, why not plant roses ar.d hawthorn and mi guouneUe about our prospective narrow home, and associate with it pleasant thoughts spreading vines and budding flowers! Then the gearing of the appointed hour would bring with it less of diead; the pen umbra of approaching dissolution would less darken our souls. Then, methinks, "If were not sad lo let I the he&rt t .row passion less and ootd, .Ana feel those loiiins lo depart, Yhal clietjred the &nmtg ol old:, 'I n clasp the I. u ili winch looks on hi"-!i Which tires the Ciinstii's dyin eye. And makes the curtam loid Tbat lulls UMn his wasting breast. The duur that leads to emlK sn at.1" Evening Stars. The larger Planets now visible in the evening alter, tumset Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, Of these, the three first mentioned are t'j oe seen in the western sky, and the last in the eastern. Vouus, the brightest of all, is now little te the west of Jupiter, but appears be approaching nearer and nearer to that body on each succeeding evening. Her an gular distance fioin Jupiter will be a mini mum on the lllh instant, when she will go the eastward, passing about .two degrees the north of J-ipiter ; her motion will con tinue to be direct until the 27th instant, wben it will become retrograde ; her bril liancy will increase and be at its maximum degree only on tbe 4lh of April, at which time it will begin to diminish until the 10th May, when the planet, being then in her inferior conjunction, will cease for a time be the evening star, and passing through tbat part of her orbit which is nearest to the earth, will reappear in the east before sun rise as the morning star. .Vafionaf Intel ligtrtear. Scotch Cautiom. Hunch says that even the Salmon in Scotland are imbued with tho characteristic caution of the Scotch race and always "look before they lean." Gossip about Burr, Jefferson, Matthew L. Davis, and Charles Dickens. AARON BURR—H. W HE PRESIDED IN THE SENATE. In 1303 I witnessed the dignity, impar tiality and winning grace w ith which Aaron Burr presided in the Senate of the United States during the trial of Judge Chaso, im peached fir partiality and injustice towards John Fries, indicted under the Alien and Sedition Law. HIS TRIAL AT RICHMOND. I attended his trial at Richmond, when he himself was indicted for treason. His prominent counseller was Luther Marliu, of Baltimore my father's lawyer, neighbor and friend. His daughter, Maria, afterwards celebrat ed as Mrs. Richard Reyna.1 Keene; invited my sister and lnyselt to dine with Col. Burr. He was then living in a house stand ing alone, around which was a patrol of guards. The dinner was superb, abounding in all the luxuries which Virginia' generous soil yields ia lavish abundance. Twenty ladies and gentlemen, of rack, fortune and fashico, graced the festive boarJ. lie was deemed persecuted martyr. Distress, in every form and shape, makes an irresistable appeal to woman's sympathy; her tears often woo for the suffering of the criminal who expiates his crimes on the gilbet. HIS TENDERNESS FOR THE SEX. On this occasion Burr's fascinating flat teries were lavished indiscriminately on the sex in gfnerii. Man be bad ever found treacherous woman always true to sustain him in adversity solacing in affliction, and giving a charm to life, without which liie itself was not worth possessing. HIS REMOVAL TO PRISON. The Grand Jury finding true bill, he was forthwith removed to the Stale Prison. There we folia wed him, he received us in his nsual bland courteous manner, apologiz ing for our being introduced into his bed chamber, his drawing-room being then de ranged by the fitting up of his ice house, which was in fact in his chimney corner. Iron grating prevented his egress, admitting a free circulation of light and air. I felt pride and took pleasure in being permitted tj become his emanuensis. Bach day as I rode a ong the streets my curricle was freighted with cake, confectionery, flowers redolent with per.ume, wreathed into fancy bouquets of endless variety. HIS TRIAL. The trial was tedious and prolonged. I traveled en to the borders of North Caro lina, lingered for a white at the noble man sion of Lidy Sk pwith. Oa my return, I found the persevering Attorney General, George Hay, fatigued worried. "Would that I could only hang upon a gate and have a littie negro to swing me to and fro all day. The Law's delay the .special jleodings of the Barits Jrjtiru'in ab.'e contruversiee-have worn out and ex hausted me. I shan't be able to bang Burr, but will be content to hang myself on a gate." Thus spoko George Hay, than whom never lived a purer patriot or a more upright conscientious man. His wife was a daught er of James Monroe, the modest, retiring President, and a worthy compeer of Jeffer son and Madison. Praise is thus exhausted. it R HIS ACQUITTAL. Burr was acquitted. He came to Balti more, and was feasted by Luther Martin. He rote irotn the dinner-table, threw open the window, gratefully and gracefully bowed to a volunteer company, in full feather, commanded by CapL. Leonard Frail v, a band of music cheered him with a lively air, and he accepted gracefully the distinguished honor conferred upon him. When my friend Hughes touched h:s arm 'Colonel,' said he, 'they are playiug the Rogue's March, with charged bayonets. The win dows were closed, the wine circulated, and we calmly arrived at the conclusion tbat Captain Fraily was a very otlicious volun teer. of to he il uf 1 f THE THREAT TO MOB HIM. The 'next day, strolling down Market street, arm in arm with my persecuted friend Mr. Hughes overtook us. 'Colonel.' said he, 'pass Light street without looking down Fountain inn is surrounded by groups of your admiring friends. Captain Fraily is out of uniform to day, hot there is a gener al desire manifested to give you a warm re ception ia citizen'a clothes. You must take your departure without further civil or military honors being conferred upon you.' With his accustomed celerity of action and excellent judgment, the Colonel called a hack and jumped into it. 'Colonel, my friend Harney will accom pany you. You will have a pleasant drive out to Herrjn's Rua. 1 will secure a seat in the stage-coach, take charge of your baggage, swop you for my friend Barney bring him Lome, and send you on your way to rejoice escaping being hustled by a Bal timore mob.' '1 fear no mob,' the Colonel ste.-nly replied, '1 have seen the cannon's hostile flish have counted tbe b. is t ling bayonets of the enemy and liold in con tempt a lawless mob.' This is all fine bravado,' said Hughes, Barney and I have n desire to shoot down, or be shot down bv our ie!lmv-ci:izens. You may throwyuurowu liie auar, Colonel, but this bright world has too many attrac tions for us to throw away ours, in deletiJ ing you, when a pleasant ride of half an hour will save you from danger and restore us to our affectionate parents.' in the Ho ly the he, ol ani-ual HIS TREACHERY, ETC. This was the last of Col. Burr. His vil lainy, his treachery, his inlamous exposure of confidential letters addressed to him by the confiding sex, on wlv m he was lavish ing praise, out induced by a n.ere gr atifica tion of a puppy vanity to desire to throw broadcast to '.he world their letters of civility answer to his bewitching llut'e. ies lavish ed upon them without stiut or measure. The noble, honest, but povr Bla'.thew L. Davis, his executor, received liain him while living, trunks full of female correspondence, by which Burr thought to make his (Davis) fortune, but wbich were generously returned, without fee or reward, to the grateful re cipient. of the the LOBBYING—AND MATTHEW L. DAVIS. Lobbying (now an anoinly) was in full force in those days. Several important bills had passed the New York Legislature, and some were so uncharitable aa to insinuate that improper means had been restored to, aud my ftiend Davis was. accused of being en gaged iu bringing about this succctsiul is-iue. A lady of rank and fashion condescended" (and ladies rarely condescend to mingle ! anything out of their appropriate sphere the limits of the domestic circle) to say many hard things of my friend Davis. Ia one instance, she went so far as to inilnoat she could calmly see bim hung. Davia went lo her door, rang the hell, sent up bis name, and was promptly inawer ed she was not and never would be at home to Mr. Davis. 'Pray ask her,' raid he. :f she has hear4 from her husband at Niagara.' He was forthwith invittd up stairs. Tha lady en tered in trepidation and alarm. 'Has any calamity happened to my beloved husband! 'This will explain all.' saya Davia, at tha same time handing her a letter io her ewn chirograpliy, addressed to Colonel Aaron Burr. 'Goad heavens, sir,' said she, 'U what purpose is this Jitter eeatined?' 'To remain in your possession, madam, to ba disposed ot by you at your own p'easure. My kind friend,' exclaimed she, 'bow ran I ever repay sich an act ot onparaiieiea magnanimity!' 'Ever afterwards, said Davis, 'she almost broke her neck ia extend . ing her head out of the carriage window t greet me as I passed.' BURR IN DESTITUTION. Subsequently comes poor Burr to destitu tion, m Paris, where he supports himselr for months by the sale of bts watch, his trink ets, his clothing, and was finally induced to make minute calculation of the minium feed indispensible to sustain life ascertaining by chemical experiment, that the saccharin of euar yielded more nutriment at lea price than ah? other substance. Coffee) browned, but only half burnt, lasted longer and was the cheapest stimulent that co14 animate an exhausted frame. WAS BURR A TRAITOR? I shall give a full chapter of 'the rise, prs- gress and decline of thia eminently bad maa ' a soldier patriot traitor. Perhaps, tha latter is a harsh 'word. 'Annexation was not as much the order of the day as near it was premature then to take possess! of Texas. Tbe pesr was nat ripe his treason aoa sisted in plotting the annexation of Louei- ana to Texas, where he might rule as Pre sident of tbe iit'.Ie cenfaJf racy. His horizon, hereafter, will include with- n its radius Mexico, and wejara new leisar- ly carrying out his mad desires. Anecdote of Napoleon. As Napoleon was riding oat, attended by several officers, (I was one of the party.) w rode past a forest where some woodmen were cutting timber. Observing one of them singing, the Emperor, with a smile. turned to us, and said: "Observe tbat man, who, though toiling Ltrd for h's daily bread. eents to be quite happy." The woodman. observing so many persons looking at him made a respectful bow, and approached na to nquire if we had lost our way! "No," said the emperor ; "but tell me, my hoaeet man. what makes you so cheerful! What may you earn a day!" "inree tranrs, your honor." "Three franca!" said tha Em- peror ; "does that support you anJ yonr family? Tell me bow you manage to do so." "With pleasuri-, your honor, if you will step a little Ibis way. With three, franca I not only kjep my wife and family, but I Iso rut inonev nut at interest, and pay off my old debts." Explain yourself." Will ingly, your honor. I keep my wife and children I place money out at interest by educating -be latter at school, and pay my old debts by maintaining my aged father and mother. S i you see vair honor, I mar well be happy." ."Excellent man," said Napo'ejn, "there is a Nipoleoa for you, tossing him the money. "iL'.-ep what yoa have now told me a secret. I am your Em peror, and, cn pain of my displasure, I es jpin you to XcU na one tilyow aava.anea . my face at leasl a hundred times " "Sire, shall be so. "Napoleon turned his horse's head, and rejoined us. The same . evening, " be appeared very thoughtful. General isp asked him if anything unpleanant had occurred that day? 'Na, said tha Empe ror, '-but 1 met a man this morning who, with three francs per day, told rh? he kept, his family, placed aioney out at interest,, paid off Lis old deb's. Gentlemen, continued the Emperor, "you will plea.s m much if any of you can tell me the zaeinin; whit he said." All of us were anxious please our monarch, and, knowing tbat bad spoken to a woodmnn ia tha fore noon, we rode off on the follow in morning. and, having found the woodman, a-ked hist he knew l whom lie had spoken on tha previous day. The man said, "Yea I had the honor of talking with the Emperor. V hat did you bay to hiui?" 'Excuse me. gentlemen, but 1 must not tail you." On the party said, "I will e:ve vau 6:t Napoleons to tell me." The man said, ''No, dare not." "Yuu shall hive one hundred you will oblige us," rejoined our cumpaa- 1 he woodman alter pa:.smz a minute; two said. "Place the uuuey in my bands, and I will tell yoa." We placed it his bands, and after he h id carefully ex amined every piece, he told us all that bad transpired. We rode off, and, on our arri val at tbe place, asked to be admitted to ike Emperor, when we expounded his riddle. Napoleon, pale with, anger, said: "Bring woodman before me, dead or alive! was scon ;'ound, Si usher ;d into to pre seuce of bis angry monarch. "Sirrah, ho-tr have you dared lo brea't your promise with me!" "Sire," said the wo duian, wit! great composure. -I hive n-1 disobeyed your commands." "How, slave!" said Napoleon, "dare yuu tell me a lie! "Sire," said tla woodman, " ou told me I should tell no oca until 1 had seen your face une hundred times." Then, ptKting Ms hands eiiberate into his pocket, he laid the pieces ot mon ey, ore by one, belore the Emperor. wilH leads upward "There, s:r, continue1 "hate 1 i ot seen vur !ace vr.e hundred limes!" . a poleon burst into a 1oj4 hi of laughter, gave him a slip in the face, cl el a clever feiio.v, anJ miJe tinn a captaia artillery, where Iia proved hui..-e!i deserv ing of his good lor:une. From Liberia. An arrival at New Yoik bria. n da: from Uoiiruvia, Liberia, to the I t o De cember. Presideu'. laa.aso.1 had e:il in hi rvessaj;e o the Legislature, .and it genarally regirded as sa ialac!ory. Tb revenue of l Ik- iai fiscal tear i xceciied that the priced. u jear about tf nty-Sve per cent., but nevei'Loless fell s-ho.t of the re quiremen'.s vf Uoverumeut, the total re ceipts batiag been $tj,644.ag.nnsl disburse ments to the exteut of ti9 JVJ. As laes disbursements, however, in. lode for purchase of a Pre-iidenl's iiarion, to b for by annunl i lUi'm 'n of 81,000 tbs execs uf ixpetiditure is sc uaiiy only about 3.000. Alluaiou is inide in tb ntes ssge to the arrival ia June lt of Dr. J. Z. FoRlttr with a roiuwision aa Unite J Stales Commeici il Agent ! .Monrovia. The Rev. Jons Sits, the S.io-ci.l Agent of Coloii.xaiiou Society. a prosecuting his'labors, bmin start. d a scjoI lime M Grand Basin. His reports were favorable the Si. Paul' ngion, and h thought h should succeed iu finding a good site lor tha proposed interior settlement- 02rMrs. Quigg, isjourhushanda Knw Nothing'' ' I lu-.'si s . for l e lU m ? this morning thai somebody had breu nuking a faol f him.'"