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THE DVING SENECA.
pv O. W. HOLMES. He died not as the martyr dies, Wrapped in his living shroud of flame, He fell not as the warrior falls, Gasping upon the field of fame ; A gentler passage to the grave, The murderer's softened fury gave. Koine's slaughtered sons and blazing piles Had tracked the purpled demon's path, And yet another victim lived To fill the fiery scroll of wrath : Could not imperial vengeance spare His furrowed brow and silver hair ? The field was sown with noble blood, The harvest reaped in burning tears, When, rolling up its crimson flood Broke the long-gatheiing tide of years ; His diadem was rent away, And beggars trampled 011 his clay. None wept?none pitied; they who knelt At morning by the despot's throne, At evening dashed the laurel bust, And spurned the wreaths themselves had strown The shout of triumph echoed wide, The self-stung reptile writhed and died ! POETRY. To touch the heart, and make its pulses thrill, ToraUe and purify the grovelling soul, To warm witli generous heat the selfish will, To conquer passion with a mild control, And the whole man with nobler thoughts to fill? These are thine aims, oh pure, unearthly power! These are thine influences ; and therefore, those Whose wings are clogged with evil are thy foes; And therefore those,who have thee for their dower? The willowed spirits with 110 portion here? Eat angels' food, the manna thou dost shower ; For thine are pleasures, deep, and tried, and true, Whether to read, or write, or think, or hear, By the gross million spurned, and fed on by the few. THE RAINBOW. In jocund boyhood's gay* career, Nor care, nor blight, nor sorrow near, Off,.in wild hope, I've followed on, Upland and vale, woodland and lawn, In eager chase To gain the space Where heaven's gay arch found resting place. Breathless, I toiled from hill to hill; From hill to hill the vision flew, Lingering on earth, yet lingering still Without my reach?within my view. I11 manhood thus?a graver child, Hope, like that arch celestial, smiled, Appareling in colors gay The toy?the wish of every day, Allures the view, And we pursue, Fond fools ! to find our day-dreaiu true. Still, far as ever'from our eyes, Th' expected blessing mocks the sight, And. like the rainbow of the skies. Dissolve* in tears or fades in night. Love, Glory, Fame, Ambition?all. Hues of the brightest?fastest fly ; Dark days of twilight round us fall, As one by one we see them die. Thrice happy they To die away? As to that fading bow 't is given? Rising, in death, from earth to heaven ! The love of a virtuous Wife.?Were I a man, aid had the fortune to win a heart, with what a patrimony would I use my a'vantage! How many graduations would I ob i;?e myself to pass through successively and slowly. How many delicate pleasures, unknown to the general ty of men, would I. as it were, crcute 10 rms-lf! Like the m ser, I would incessantly con template my treasure; rejoice in the richness of it; be const ions that it constituted my highest felicity; place my whole scheme of happiness in the possession of it; looking upon it as my own peculiar property, in being the ahtohite di.-p?scr of it; and strengthening myself in ihe resolution not to Kssen it by use. \\ hat transports to read in I he eves of a 1 ively woman the dominiwi you have over her, to observe in all her actions relat ve to you a st.11 increasing toiidcrnes*, to perceive her voice assume a softer tone whenever she speaks to you, to view her blushes, even upon a compliment of course; and to triumph in her confusion upon my particular dress! Can there: be a situation on earth more fluttering than th?t of a 1 ver, conscious of a reciprocal flame? And what surer proof can be rcqiired than instances like thest:? Hjw charming! to be expected with an impatience that her whole prudence cmtiot conc al-, to he received with a welcome which charms the more by tlie endeavors which she makes, in part, to hide her transport! She has dressed herself to suit your taste; takes the very mein, the accent, the whole air of a person that is known to be most agreea ble to you. Before, she used to adorn herself to cli rm vour sex in general; at present her toilet is spread for you alone, for you these jewels, this 1 ibb ?n, that bracelet :*re put 011; you ure the stile object 1 f her whole attire; you are become her second s- If, she loves you over again In her own image!?Ninon L'Englos. Dcrr of good Mts.? Kxtract from the Biography of Alexander Wilson, Ornithologist, by Hev. William It. O. l'eabody : 1' 'Hiere are two classcs of men in this country: those w' o take too much in'erest in politics, and those who take tco little. The former make themselves entire slaves to party, and their minds are in such a s'ate officry excitement, tliat they have not the least power t > judge delibarately of measures nr men. They deify their own le .tiers and libel and slander all other men ; and while in tills part'al insanity, thev are so little capable of discerning betw een right and wrong, between slavery and freedom, that they exult when some artful demagogue uses them for lvs own purpost s, even if he holds the reig 1 with a band so tyrannical that their bits arc covered with blood. I lie other class are those who are so disgus'ed wi'li the atrocious violence ol party, that they re'reat from all in terest iti pi.bl.c men and :<flairs : mid, like the disciples of Kosscau, weary of soei 1 evils, give up society itself, as if die wav to remedy evils was to let them al ne. By taking tins u imaniy course they leave t ie field open t > tlic unprinc pled and usurping, and the unhappy result sometimes is, that had men triumph, not bv their own ex ertions, so much i s by the unfaithfulness of good men to thc:r duty." Co8TJ.'?E*?The Grecian female costume was perhaps the amplest as it wa? one of thr sweetest in the world. We speak of the ancient lirctk?that of the modern is gaudy, gcrgeotis, an I Asiatic. The pure white as the color, and the free flowing robes?just sufficiently close to deve'opc the 011 tl lies of the several limbs, yet not so close a- to les'r.dn their m< wniens?would >eeni the very perfection of art, as it combined simplicity with the utmost grace, and at the same time freed the wearer from all suspicion of having dwelt longer at her toilet than was eons stent with other dut'es, a- d a proper mod esty in the estimate of her own clia'm??a su p'cion from w hich our modern ladies arc not so free.Then, too, there wi s an utter ignorance of the bones and wires, the jack ets, the buckram and the accur e l corsets. A woman was then made by tin- perfect mother?the sweet, balmy and blessing Nature l.erself. tier form was rounded into grace, and lifted in'o dignity, by .an tasy movement, gen ercus health, and limbs whi :h iiad not to be compressed into unseemly, ui.symmetrical, and sometimes vulg?r shapes. The wasp, in those days, wa* not esteemed the beat model of female loveliness ; but the shape of woman, then?an almost living presence even now to us, though in atone?must continue to haunt us with an ideal, which was once as real, as substantial, human, yet angelic, as e?erwas truth itself, and (he love which inspired it and it beauty. From Iht .Vrir Orleans Picayu" VUN ON BOARD A STEAMBOAT. PLAYING A ITRONO OAMK WITH A I'OKEB PLAYER. Not Ions since a Gambler had a game played upon hi in by the deck hands and firemen on board one of our Western steamers?a game even ??tronzer than that played by our Second Muni cipality on this class of the community in New Orleans. .. It seems that he had made out to strike up a sunll game of poker with some of the deck bands, Pand that by dint of cheating, putting up the cards, and other tricks known only to those un to; and who make a living by, "handling the papers," he had transferred nearly all the sur plus revenue from their pockets into his own.? He "cut and shuffled" to all appearances fair f ?r some time, but was finally caught at some trick, which at once led the honest stcamboatmen into the secret of "how the thing was done," and proved that they lost their money by any other than the "clean thing." The game, as a matter of course, was 'blocked at once, and a demonstration immediately made that the Gambler should fork over his ill-gotten gains. This he flatly refused to do; said that he had won the money fair, and that he was very clear of parting with what he had come honestly bv. They still persisted, and he still refused. " The boat at length stopped to wood, when the men, finding it useless to attempt regaining their money by fair means, resorted to a plan which the Gambler undoubtedly thought foul, Having gained the consent of the engineer to use the en gine for a short time, they forthwith put a plan in execution?a plan rather bordering on that code of laws geuerally known as coming under the es pecial jurisdiction of Judge Lynch. They in the first place made one end of a rope fast to the neck of the wondering Gambler, while the other was tied to the end of the piston rod, allowing him two or three feet slack. They told him that unless he shelled out their money in stantcr, they would work the engine, and at the same time that they were not responsible for any injuries tie might sustain. Loth to give up his gains, the fellow east one look at the new system of extortion, coolly calculated his chances, and then told them thev might "work away and be d?d." No sooner said than done, and the Gambler was immediately seen chasing the piston rod upon all fours, and then baoking out of its way. His eve all the time was as firmly set on the rod as ever that of Herr Cline or Gabriel Ravel was upon the tight rope. After working forward and backward several times, one of his. tormentors asked him: "Don't you think it best to hand over?" Don't bother me," retorted the Gambler. "You'll get sick of that fun," said another of the boatmen, as he was following the piston rod up in the attitude of a bear. "Not as you know on," rejoined the Gambler, as he backed out ol the way. In this way they ran upon the poor fellow for some time, he still manifesting an unwillingness to give up his spoils. By this time all the cabin passengers had heard of the fun going on below, and went down to witness it. After a few mo ments respite, the engine was again set in mo tion, and the Gambler along w ith it. The laugh from the by slanders was boisterous and hearty in the extreme, as the poor fellow, intent upon nothing but his own safety, followed the piston rod up to prevent his neck being jerked off, and then backed out of its way to avoid being fairly run over and crushed. We can liken his look and actions to nothing save an old bear being dragged by a chain up to some point against his will, and backing out the moment a foot of slack was given him; or else to a savage and hungry bulldog, with a rope round his neck, fiercely en deavoring to get at some prey, and then being dragged back the moment his mouth was opened to secure it. 'Fire and fail back,' was heard from an indivi dual in the crowd. 'Root hog, or die,' came from another. 'Twig him?only look!' says one. 'Here he goes, there he goes,' said a second. 'Ha, ha, he, he, hi, hi, ho, ho,' laughs another. 'Aint he in a pretty fix,' cried still a third. 'Serves him right,' said a fourth. 'Good enough for him,' said a fifth, the piston rod all the while keeping in full exercise, with the perspiration rolling down his cheeks in streams. 'Aint you most ready to hand over now?' said one of the plucked deck hands. 'Don't bother me, I say,' retorted the,Gambler, 'if you do, I'll lose my lick.' 'Won't you give up the money,' said another of those he had fleeced. 'If I do, I do; but if I do, I'm be d?d,' con tinued the companion of the rod. 'I've got the hang of this game?understand the principles of this machinery now, and you may work me from one end of the Mississippi to the other, be fore HI give up the first red cent?that you may.' The Gambler was worked in this way until the boat was ready to start, without flinching or showing any disposition to give up. Consider ing that they had got the worth of their money out of him in the shape of fun, and that he had worked hard and afforded sufficient amusement to more than compensate for their odd bits and pic ayunes, the engine was stopped and the man let loose. After puffing, blowing, and wiping the perspi ration from his face, the Gambler looked at his tormentors with a self-satisfied air, and exclaim ed, 'You can't come it over this child with any of your common games. I've stood three pluck one too often to be bluffed off, even if there was forty against me. Any time you wan't to get up another game, and there's any thing to be made by it, here's your man. The boat was soon under way, and all hands adjourned to their respective callings. i Maternal tenderness of the Whale.? Mr. Waller, in his poem of "The Summer Islands," relates a story in which the maternal tenderness of the whale is most affectingly displayed. A whale and her rub had gone into an arm of the sea, where, by the ebbing of the tide, they were entirely enclosed. The people on shore saw their situation, and drove down upon them in boats, with such weapons as they could readily collect. The poor fish were severely wounded, and the surrounding water tinged with their blood. After several attempts to escape, the old one forced over the shallow into the depth of the ocean; but though in safety there she could not bear the dan ger that awaited her young one, and therefore rushed back to the place of its confinement; and as she could not carry it off", resolved to share its danger. The tide, however, coining in, both of them after sustaining a number of wounds, esca ped from their enemies.?London Visiter. From the Lowell Times. THE OLD SOLDIER. He had been to the Pension office. The ge nerosity, if generosity consists in deferring a be nefit till the recipient is past the enjoyment of it, or the justice, if justice consists in withholding the veteran's duo till he is ready to go down to the grave?(generosity or justice, call it what you will, we can call it neither)?had at last awarded to him hi? pension. An infirm old man! The burden of old age, and hope deferred, had made him sick at heart, and sick of life. The death film was even now measurably drawn over the eye, once sparkling; the pace which once was firm and confident in the strength of youth, and the pride of patriotism, had become irregular and tottering; and the manly form, Once erect and commanding, was bowed down; age and suffering had done it. He was a stranger in the Metro polis?infirmity and neglect could break down his body?but his spirit had better sustained it sell; and a bitter sense of the neglect he suffered Irom those who should have remembered him. had kept him in solitude. He would not offer a living comparison between the condition of men who had achieved, and the men who have profit ed by the achievement, without exertion of their own. I he conscious victim of cruel neglect and ingratitude, he considered the tardy justice ot his country a mockery, and nought but his ab ject poverty, and a wish to die 'square with the world,' had induced him to apply for it. He had applied and received?and 'now,' said he, 'I will pay my debts, ai),d die.' The change of objects in the city bewildered him. He gazed|upon the spacious and elegant edifices which had in his absence superseded old and familiar objects?but he gazed with hurried and irregular glances, as if doubting his senses. The bustling forms of a ge neration who have forgotten the revolution, flitted past the old man without heeding him; the pen sioner was alone in a city! Amazed that the lapse of time had wrought such wonders, he felt like a stranger in a strange land, and that too, on the very soil he had defended. His venerable appearance attracted the notice of a passer-by, who perceiving the old man was bewildered, tendered his services to conduct the soldier home. 'Home! I have no home! I was at home here in '76, but I am forgotten now!' A transient glance of anger flashed in the veteran's eye; but in a moment it passed away, and the va cancy of his countenance returned. 'Where am I,' 'oh I've been to take the gift of Congress;' let me go pay my debts before I die. I can't live long; and 1 don't wish to. The 'gift!' here again his eye was lighted; and his bearing spoke the proud and wounded spirit, broken? but not subdued. An honest feeling of indigna tion mastered him; striving as if .strong in the pride of youth to avoid the impertinent and un feeling curiosity of the crowd who surrounded him, he sank exhausted to the pavement. 'Take him to the Police Office for a vagrant." said one of the crowd. 'Take yourself to the devil, for one of his limbs!' retorted the honest fellow who had first addressed the veteran. 'But (catching him by the collar, as he essayed to walk off) stop first and give me the old man's pocket book! I saw you take it?hand over, or b)r O?d I'll tear you limb from limb!' 'Trottle him, cried one of the crowd, 'a scoundrel! rob a pensioner!' 'Down with him! Strip him! Take him to the Police!' And the old man's wallet fell from the culprit in the scuffle. ? The pensioner was recognised by some one in the crowd, and he passively suffered him to be put in a coach. He was conveyed to a shelter, and having happily fallen into good hands, atten tion for a couple of days partially restored his ex hausted energies. An indistinct remembrance of the events we have narrated flitted occasionally across his mind, but he remembered the events of 76 better than those of yesterday, and the coun tenances of those who had been his companions in arms, were more distinctly marked on his memo ry, than the new ones he had seen a day before. When about to be put on board the stage which was to convey him home, the old man's mind again wandered. 'That's right, carry me to Congress?give me my due?I have fought for it!?Congress said I should have it!' The old man's wallet was put into his hand. 'Oh yes, I knew I should get it. Fhey could not so soon forget the old soldier but so late?let me pay my debts, and die! I can live no longer! Rut somebody stole it?they got it away from me?they could'nt do it fifty years ago?but I've got it now, have'nt I? No, they did'nt keep it?they would steal the old man s money! They could not keep it; the God of battles would blast them for it; God have mer cy on them; they didn't fight for it; let me pay my debts, and die; my children are all dead; my wife died in?in the poorhouse; and me?I don't want to live any longer?nobody knows me now; let me die!' I he stage stopped at . Hjtherto during | l'ie r'^e old man had been silent. Forgetful of the present, inattentive to things about him, his mind-was back among other scenes. A Ion?-, long, reverie; and one from which he was never to awaken! His lips moved rapidly, though no sound was audible, involuntary, and spasmodic motions evinced the activity of his mind; he was busily communing with the friends, and review ing the events of his youth. Poor old man! fifty years since seemed to him but as yesterday. One of the lone and isolated survivors of another and a better race, he had no communion with those about him. Dwelling upon the hardships, the privations, the dangers, the escapes, the victories of another age, his frame infirm and old, could not support the recollection, as once in the day of his strength he withstood the reality! 'Hark!' murmured the old man. All eyes turned to him. He raised himself on his staff, and leaped forward. His eyes beamed with su pernatural animation, and contrasted fearfully with his shrunken countenance; his hat had fall en, and his silver locks, moved by the breeze, gave additional wildness to his aspect; his lip3 compressed, his posture firm! Was it his death struggle? The roll of a distant drum fell on his ear; he grasped his staff firmly as once he had held his firelock. A bugle sounded clear and full beside the coach. 'For Congress and the people, cha ! His voice ceased, he fell back to his seat, and a husky rattling in his throat succeed ed. The spirit of the Revolutionary patriot had departed! Connissenr julep drinkers now carry a small silver tube in their pockets, through which to im bibe the grateful beverage. They say it is a great improvement on the vulcar custom ofbury j nig the nose in ice and mint. The inventor talks |of a patent. We have known one procured for articles of less originality.?Picayune. moN LA ft raUEIAN JOCIISALS. AN INCIDENT OF THE BATTLE OF WATER LOO. Tl e regiment Into which Captain Leslie had exohang | ed before h|? marriage, wrs ordered into Belgium. Wal-; ?er longed for glory, and Helen, h's young wife, was too sensible to p tin him by uu .vailing regrets?even on the.r parting she had striven not to unman him : and when the first natural feeling of grief was over, she took her sta lion at the small window of the inn, which com manded a vttrw of the scene of action.. Could nn uninteres'od observer have gazed upon the plain of W terloo at that moment. It must have ap peared a splendid pageant. But Helen thought how many ere sunset would have gone to their final account; and she shuddered at the thought t1 at perhaps her Walter m'ght be among the number. The distant can n<?i ading told that already the work of deatli had com menced. Several random shots had struck the inn, and warned its inmates to take shelter in the barn. With them did Helen sit dur'ng that long1 day, Fad and silent, yet with the wur.e confidence iu God's protection that find always marked her character. She cou'd have smiled at the volubility cf her companions, who never ceased ?peaVtig, in a mixture rf b id French and Flemish But it made her only more sad ; she felt that she was indeed among strangers. OI>, the agony of suspense, the fear of hearing that Walter was among the fall.-nJ Her b auty and g'rlidi appearance, added to the knowledge t' at her husband was in the field of ha"tie, gave her an interest iu the eyes of her companions, and many were the hopes they expressed, in French, that Captain Leslie might return in safety The day passed, twilight sue ceeded, followed by the almost immedia'e darkness which characterizes a continental summer ; and still Helen sat1 in all the agony of suspense. The action had ceased ; random firings succeeded the constant and fearful din of war j yet still Cant tin Leslie returned not. She was roused from the state of stupor into which she had fallen, by the sound of approaching footsteps ; and some soldiers entered the barn, bearing a wound*I officer. It was with scarcely definable feelings that Helen dis covered it was not her husband, but a young oflicor of the same regiment. For a few minutes any other feeling seemed lost in the anxious attention? necessary f r the severe wound of the sufferer. Helen had fortunately provided every tiling necessary ; with die kindest gen tleness she dressed the sufferer's wounds ; and then at tempted to res'.ore him to consciousness ; her efforts were successful. Aided by the people of the inn. she succeeded in making him swallow a restorative ; and in a short time he was able to thank the gentle hand which had ministered unto him. Helen, with eager earnestness, exclaimed, " Walter ! where is he ?" Mr. Grant turned his head away. could not bear the s glit of agony he knew his answer must inflict. " Speak ! in mercy tell me that Leslie is safe !" Helen paused a moment, and tilt n continued, "1 know it all, Walter is dead!" There was a frightful calmness in her manner, no tear escaped her.?" Did you see him fall ?" she said at length, " tell me all, it would do me good ; I feel as if tears would cool this scorching pain," she said, pressing her hand to her bosom. Mr Grant complied. He felt that teirs would relieve her. "I was at his side," said he, "a moment before lie fell. He had taken a amall pocket Bible from his breast :?had pressed it to his lips" Helen covered her face with her hands. ??It was the Bible 1 gave him on our wedding day!" she gasped ''tell me, tell me all." "If 1 fall, Grant, give this to my wife,"-he said. 1 laugh ed at his forebodings. "You will return," I said, "to tell her of the events of th'i9 day." Before he could re pl>, we were summoned to act on. A few minu es after a shot struck him and he fell! Helen hur-tinto anagoyyof tears, and for some min utes continued silent ; at length her resolution seemed to be taken. She came tithe couch upon which Mr. Grant was lying, and begged him to describe ti e spot where her husband fell. She received the description in silence. A few minutes after she had stolen from the small inn yard, and stood alone on the spot where she had last seen her husband. - Helen was in years a mere child ; and there had been a time when she would have shuddered at a recital of the horrors through which she now passed, with a trembling step, though with an undaunted heart,?but what will not love in woman undertike ??" God has as much pow er to protect me here," she thought, as the distant firing caught her car, and caused her for a moment to pause, " as in a crowded roon'" The thought of " what had she to I ve for ?" rendered her a moment incapable of proceeding; then silently imploring streng'h from God, ' she persevered. What a scene of horror presented itself to her ! The I spot, where a few hou< s before she had gazed on the bril i liant ranks of the contending armies, was now occupied I by the dead or dying. Occasionally a wounded horse j dashed wildly among the heaps of wounded. There was a party employed in stripping the dead?at her ap proach they looked up, and f? r a moment a superstitious dread crossed their minds. Her white dre s made them suppose her a ghost, and when convinced of their mis take, they let her pa-s unmolested, observing with an oath that she was seeking perhaps for her lover. Helen p issed on. As she approached the spot described by Grant, she examined earnestly the frees of the dead. She was almost beginning to despair, when, from beneath a heap of slain, an outstretched arm caught her attention. On one of the fingers was a ring; one of the first gifts to him. With trembling hands she put down the small lantern she had brought, and removed the slain. It was indeed her hiis'iand wdio lay there ; and a long fit of weep ing relieved her ; she raised him, and the head fell back upon her shoulders. Approaching foitsteps alarmed her ; they were those of two men of her husband's regi men'. One of them explained that they had followed her at Mr. G ai t's desire. Between them was the body of C ptain Leslie b' rne into the inn of Mount St. Jean A surgeon ws-sthen dressing the wound of Mr. Grant, and his immediate attcivion was given to Leslie. Helen sto:>d with her h sband's hand clasped in hers ; with a calmness which was more affecting than the most violent agitation could have been. Bruised as Leslie was, there was no wound to be found. The surgeon placed a glass before his lips?then exclaimed, with an interest he had not oficn felt,?11 He still lives !" The effect of joy is often more acute than that of grief. Helen gazed for a moment wildly round? then sink on! the floor in a state of insensibility. Hours passed before she recovered consciousness When s'ie did, she found I that it was not a di e im. Leslie still lived. The shot' which had struck him down was found imbedded in the Bible which he had but,a moment bef ire tlu-ust into the I In east of his coat. Rut had it not been for the timely assi t uice of his wife, he must have pcrr.hed. He was saved almost by a miracle from being crushed to death ; fortunately, however, the sp it on which he fell was hol low ; and he is still alive. The incidents of this sketch are strictly true. Those who have .visited must have seen the small Bible, which is regarded by the family with feelings of the deepest veneration. It is still kept under a case, and will forever perpetuate the heroism of the soldier's bride at Waterloo. Ancestral I'ripe.?When Dominico Contarini hap pened to be Ambassador from Venice to the Court of Vi enna, in audience one day with the Emperor, a difference of opinion arose, which led to some sharper expressions than etiquette permitted, when the Austrian monarch, who had already flatly contradicted Contarini, exclaimed with sudden warmth, "If your excellency doubts my word, yen ought at le: st to respect my superior rank, and be silent." The insulted blood of fifteen centuries rush ing into ihe cheeks of the haughty Venetian, "Hank!" he exclaimed, "speak to a Contarini of rank! Let me tell your Majesty that my family gave five sovereigns to their country before your ancestors cease I to be horse boys." Ti c congenial pr'de of the old republic was so prodigious'y gratified by this rebuke, that Dominico be came Doge upon his return, with universal acclam ition. Tiik Will.?A Miser's reflections on affixing Ms signa ture.?Before using it however, he uttered a deep drawn sigh, or rather groan, and exclaimed, in sorrowful voice. " Min Go t ? is dis all what a long life conies to ??For dirty < r voity year-1, !-ince I arrived at Bristol, I gave mine time and labors and judge itient, dredging like a slave, and denying mineself all holly diys and luxsuries and gumforts, dat I scrape togedder by hook and by grook. a handsome property ; and now in von lidd'e mo inent, von ziugle scrarch of my pen, it shall all pass avay vrom me vn" eber and cber, and anotb< r shall enjoy it. Houses and stocks, and debts and bills, I must leave clem nil behint?Dis is vot makes it so bidder to die." If the devil should lose his tail, where' should he po to get another? Answer: to a gin palace, becausc there they RK-tail bad npirits! Tin. Russia* Knoct.?Many paraj.'Aphs have appear ed both in our newspapers and magazines, descriptive of the punishment of the knout in Russia i but the follow, ing, related by the Abbe d'Auteroche, is the most thril ling, horrible recital, we liave ever read on the subject, apd is no doubt strictly true. Madame Lapouchtn was one of the finest woman be longing to the Court of tlie Empress Elizabeth : she was intimately connected with a foreign ambassador then en* gaged in a conspiracy. Madame Ltpouchin, who w.is supposed; to be an accomplice In this conspiracy, was condemned by t^e Empress Elizabeth to undergo tile punishment of the knout. She appeared at the place of execution m a genteel undreis, which contributed still more to heighten her beauty. The sAeetness of he,* ci un'enance and her vivacity, were such as might ind:? cale indiscretion, but not even the shadow of guilt ; al tli tig i I, says the Abb;, have buen assured by every person of whom I ma le inquiry, th it she wai really guilty. Young, lovely, admired, and sought after at the courtj of which she was the life and spirit, instead of the num ber of admirers her beauty usually drew af er her, she then saw herself surrounded only by executioners. ' Sfbe looked on them with astonishment, seeming to doubt whether such preparations were intended for her ; one of the executioners tl.cn pull.d off a kind of a cloak, which covered her bosom ; her mo 'esty t iking the alarm, m:iile her start back a fj?r steps ; she then turned pale, anil burst into tears ; her clothes were soon after stripped off, and in a few moments she ? as quite naked to the want, exposed to the eager looks of a vast concourse of people, profoundly silent. One ol the executioners then si iz d her by both hands, and turning half around, threw her on bis hack, bending forwards so as to ra se her a few inches from the ground , ayil the other executioner then laid hold of her'delicate im s with his hand hardened at the plough, and without any remorse, adjusted her on the back of h s companion, in the properest posture for ? receiving the punishment. Sometimes lie laid hi t large hand brutally upon her head, in oixler to make her keep it down ; someti es like a utcher going to slay a I imb he seemed to soothe as loon as he fixed her 111 the most favorable attitude The exe cutioner then took a kind of a whip, called the kriout, made of a 1 ng strap of lea her, prepared for this pur pose ; he then retreated a few step , measuring the re qniMte distance with a steady eye ; and, leaping back wards, gave a stroke with the end of the whip, so as to carry away a slip of skin from th" neck to the hack, then s riking his fret against the ground, he took his ann for applying a s cond blow, parallel to the form r : so that in a frw moments, all the skin of her back w s cut awav in small slips most of which remained hanging to the shift. Her tongue was cut out immediately after, and she was banished to Siberia. Drtdkn axi) Swift?Dryden and Swift. ??\like yet O liow different!" Al ke in boldness of character and imagination in the great influence which each ex erased over the literature of his country?in energy of mind?in clearness and sagacity < f understanding?in unequal powers of satire?in perfect mastery over Emr hsh thoughts, English feelings, and English words. In the art of ruling his fellow men and bending them to his purpose, Swift was the greater; in the power of delight ing, persuading and convincing them, Drjden bore off the palm. Both were great reasoners; but Dryden only was the great poet. Swift scarcely ever soared beyond thosi'. vers-de-societe, which he flung off without labor as a leJief to Ins dark, melancholy, or bitter thoughts. Ho looked upon literature as a pastime?as a means of grati tying his desire for personal distinction?or as part of his Ti-r"1 , bnSatelU, which he propounded as a rule of life. To Dryden literature was daily bread. It brought him his laureates up and its butt of canary, and it compeii sated for their loss when they were taken away. His little puritanical patrimony of Blakesley would have con fined him for life to Ins suit of drugget, but for his rhyming ? pi;oloS,ie3? eP'I?S?es. dedications, and transla I fi D'yden, ?e, humedly-painfully, pandering often to a depraved taste and corrupt passion. Yet how gloriously at times did he lift himself above that stag nant and pestiferous atmosphere! The image of the old poet composing his majestic Ode, his gr.y hairs wavinsr round his inspired features, tremulous wi^i mentaTemo* non, and lighted up wit|, thft fires ()f genius> forms ? n!m!!West pictures of which our literary annals afford . glimpse. Nor is the scene less striking or affecting when we recall bun, in advanced life, pausing amidst his toils, his vanities, and his controversies; repenting that Ins youth had been "winged with vain desires," or re vWvlTnr'1-3 * ,,,esj of conviction??olemn as autumn winds or rivers in solitude?his deep and awful soliloquy: "Dim as the borrow'd beams of moon and star3 I oi lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the sou': and as on high Those lolling fires discover but the skv, Not light as here; so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear, y s br,l?,,t lord ascends our hemisphere; So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight; So dies and so dissolves in supernatural light." tWC with wonder at" ids m^vellousto^^^^ and assuming at plea !' w ui characters and situations in life But he race n !? km Cmp',re Chiefl-V to thr,,w and de face, not to build up or embellish. He hurled smie in d gnant phihpp cs at the abuse of power, breadline- Hip. utmost scorn ami defiance of oppression; but this was not his usual vein. "To strip the world of all its pleasantdrf tinte :lf" f 9f?ll,SC!' J'.8 romance, its morning and twilight tints of fancy, was his constant object. . He was l.Wh^ tum lv lnH i recollection of youthful wrong-, con hiWiSLtil,JPP?,nr?,e,,t' w!,ich could make all these n.K A0K ?F iHoir.?This is the "Age of Iron" nf .Auff,,slan grandeur?the "Dark Aire'" "Chivalric A? ^ mo',kisl1 superstition?the t f g ' ?f knif?ht errantry and moated castles and evc,, ihe * Age of Bronze ' have had tlieir ,!iy; eye th. now 8 B'onze gines, locomotives, railroads mens "* wrought from this universal Protean material a } ,re yet undeveloped marvels of the future Thai 1 uses may they not disclose fm- it,' w,"at wondrous lunch ol man ! our ve^Tro?J'h" "*??' ?" t?e s" """ """'yyo'r.. ^Buffalo fRoflmej Th "or ? Journa ^ D'Urqo.,,. 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