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VOL. 1. NEW SERIES. WEST BATON ROUGE, SATURDAY, JANUARY 26, 1856. NO. 4.
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Sse Psmt, BLAW Asan, caus .ar Fs , ra aretebr Not.es, ezeeut wi Wth nwaouh*s and de g. I all eaes, eash on d6livrrr. ---..... - SELECT POETRY. "Tb.. Contine'tals" In their ragged regineontals Stood the old Contineotale, Yielding not; While the greaadiers wre longin.g And Ehe hall-stones Uli the plunging, Cannon shot: Where he lies. Of the Isles From the smoky ig encampment, more the banner of tate rampant Unicora; And grummer, graminer, grummer hailed the "roll" of the drummer through the more. Then with eyes to thW front, all, And with guns hori tat, stuod onr sir[e And the balls whistln ,radly, And in anites lah·i4 redly, Blaned the frea: As the swift Billows drift, Drove the dark baitty breakere O'er the green s·dded acres Of the pain; And blnder, louder, toiud"r Crdacked the black gu~t:pwder Allamain: Then like smiths at tl, rir forgre Laboured the red ;+t. (G.orge ' Cannonitrs, And the villainous s.Jtptre, lung a fierce, discortlunt metre Round their ea.re Like the roar On the shore Ros the horseguard! c langor, As they rode in roar.ag anger On our Idanksol And higher, higher, higher Jorned the old fashionsd fire Through the rmnkso Than the fashioned Colonel Galloped through the white internal Powder cloud, And hisbroad sword u as swinging, And his brazen throat was ringing Trumpet loud. And the iblue Bullets flew, Aad the trooper jackets redden At the touch of the leaden Rifle's breath' And rounder, rounder, rounder Roared the iron six-pounder, Hurling deathl - - . ,.... . Fac. aourT ma. UITraD STlrAs.-The blied States are composed of thirty-two ah4-and nine Territories. They contain a population of 25,000,000 of them 21,000,000 are white. The extent of the sea, cost is 12,660 miles. The length of its ten principlal rivers is surface of the five great lakes is 90,000 quare miles. Th number of miles of railway in oper aties is 52, 810, which cost $612,310.300. Thlenght of its canals is five thousand It conkins the longest railway on the globe -thelliois Central-which is seven hun 4d and forty-three miles. The annual value of its agricultural produc ti is $200,000,000. ItS most valuable production is Indian corn which yields annually four hundred millions The amount of registered and enrolled ton Mge is four millions four hundred and seven _Ibesetd and ten tons. TI'mmoRnnt of capital invested, in manu d.etq.l.F x hundred millions. The amount of its foreign imports in 1853 mra 47,959,947; its exports 8220,651,197. annual amout of internal trade is 600, t of dollars. T alue of its farms and live stock is five sHmuoef dollar. ItP4U1M's of gold, and silver, and copper sa are among the richest in the world. T.e valueof the gold produced is100,000, The urface of the coal fields is 138,131 aqae taites. Its recipts for customs, lands, &e. in 1852 Wa3$2 4f. , and its expenditures, $43, W in her boandaries, are 80.000 schools, $ sedamien, two hundred and torty-four eanN d three thousand eight hundred On the 17th inst., Col. Jrr. Darts was .lectd United States Senator by the ;Mis • -oypp Legia.tui. A Sketcn from Life. At five o'clock on Thanksgiving morning, Deacon Wilson arose as he was wont, no holi day making any change in his hours. Yet now he no longer sprang from his bed with the alacrity which changed duty into pleasure; he arose because imperious necessity commanded it. There were the cattle to be fed and watered, and the pouLtry to receive the same attention, and there was moreover a fire to be made in the huge old kitchen fire-place, for the Deacon had now no servant or helper, And in the grey winter of his life. the whole burthen of managing his place had fallen on hii shoulders. Fortunately they were broad and strong--fortunately his constitu tion was good. his spirits elastic, and his piety sincere, for his burthens and trials were indeed weighty. He had been comparatively rich-he was now in embarrassed circum stances. He had looked forward to the time when a son should relieve him of the most laborious of his toils, while a daughter per formed the same kind office for his wife. Both had been disappointed-and now the old couple were the solitary tenants of that lone farm house. The Deacon went mechanically about his morning labors; he drove the cattle t% the L water tank; he supplied them with fresh fodder, and after seeing that they were com fortable, returned to the old kitchen. By this time the good wife had prepared a break fast, and a genial fire was ditrusing its heat through the apartment. The old couple sat down to breakfast, after a blessing by the old farmer, but the meal passed by in silence. It was followed by a fervent prayer and the reading of a portion t of the Scripture. After this they adjourned I to the sitting room, where a good fire was burning, and where the old dame assumes her knitting, one of those incomprehensible ieces of female industry, which seems to have neither beginning nor end. "Well," said she with a sigh, "ttis is Thanksgiving day. It does'nt seem like old times at all. We used to have a house full of company, trolicksome young folks, and cheerful old people and now we are all alone, alone." "Last Thanksgiving day," said the old man, "there was one with us who seemed to my old eye ike an angel of light, with her i fairy golden air floating like a halo of glory on her shoulders, and her little toot making h music as she moved about the old house. But even then there was a hectic flush upon her cheek, like the red upon the maple tree in Autum. When the January snows lay deep on the hills anld in the hollows. we carried t, her to her last home-but God's will be n done." b "You forget that we have. another chid rd Iafive." "No, I do not forget it," said the old man bitterly. "There is one living somewhere. who has brought disgrace upon our name. who has forgotten his parents and his l od; who has drank deep of the cup of iniquity. t, and who has brought ruin and woe upon his name and family.' "Do not speak harshly of poor William,'t pleaded the mother. "Why should I not! Was he not insen, sible to kindness-steeled against affection a Did he not scatter all my hard earnings to 0 the wind? Is it not to him that I owe the a prospect of beggary ano destitution Re- I member the first of February. That is the " last day of grace. If the money comes not h then, and God knows whence it is to come, h we are houseless beggars. Who will care h +i~..272 "God will care for us," said the aged wo man raising her eyes reverently to heaven. tne old manl made no reply, for his utterance was choaked: At that moment the old clock that stood ticking in the corner, struck the hour of nine. The deacon rose. "It is time to harness old Dobbin," said he "for we have a long way to ride to meeting, and the roads are in a bad condition." Their preparations were soon made. and the old couple, poorly biuld cently attired, sallied forth to their pub l evotions. The services ended, the deacon and his wife, as they issued from the porch, were kindly greeted by many old friends and neighbors, more than one of whom pressed them to come and partake of their thanksgiving cheer, but the deacon shook his head. "Many thanks, my friends," said he, "but ever since I have been a householder, I have kept my thanksgiving at home, and I shall continue to do so, so long as I have a house remaining over my head." So they drove home together. While the deacon drove up to the barn to put up his horse, the old lady opened the back door, which was always on the latch, and entered the kitchen. As she did so she started back. A stranger was seated by the kitchen fire, who rose on het entrance. He was a tall, stallwart man, dressed in a rough suit, with a broad-leafed hat,; his countenance em browned by exposure to the sun and wind and his upper lip almost concealed by a havy and luxurient moustache. "Good morning, ma'am," he said with some embarrassment. "Finding no one an swered my knocks, I took the liberty to walk in. I believe I owe you no apology, for I have ofliciated as turnspit, and saved your thanksgiving turkey from burning." "I am very much obliged to you, I am sure, answered the old lady, pulling off her mit tens. "But did you want to see me, or the deacon." "Both of you:" answered the stranger. "You had a son, I believe 1" "Yeas" replied Mrs. Wilson, with some hesitation, and casting down her eyes. "I have seen him lately." "Where ?" inquired the mother with in creased agitation. "In California." "Was he doing well !" "Admirably. Mother! mother," he added impetuously, throwing back his hat "don't you know me-don't you know your Wil He rushed into his mother's arms, and was clasped to her beating heart, while the tears streamed from the eyes of both. After the first greeting was over the young man asked: "Where is eister Emmy ? "Gone," said the mother, as her tears flowed forth anew. William sank into his seat, and hiding his face in hishaand, wept bitterly. The mother did not attempt to check him. She knew those tears were precious. "And my father ?'" asked the young man, when he had regained his composure. V "He is well but you had better retire for a while. Go to your old room my son. it is is just as you left it, and wait till I summon It iwas with a fluttering heart teat the overjoyed mother went about the prepara tions for dinner, and when the table was neatly set, every dish in its place, and the turkey smoking hot, waiting to be carved, she summoned the old man. He made his appearance at once, and took his seat. Glan cing rOund the table he said "WVhat is this, wife, you have set plates for three." "I thought perhaps somebody might drop in unexpectedly. "There is little danger-hope. I mean of that." answered the deacon sadly. tAt this juncture, Mrs. Wilson, with a mys terious expression, rangf4he hell, with which in happinr days, she was wont to summon her tardy children to their meals, It was answered by the appearance of the long lost William. The deacon, who recognized him after a moment, gazed upon him with a stern eye, but with a quivering lip that betrayed the force of his ill-suppressed emotions. "So you have come hack et last," he said. "Yes, father, but not as I left you. Father last Thanksgiving day I went to my lonely room. and there, kneeling down, addressed myself to Heaven. and solemnly abjured the fatal cup that had brought ruin upon me. and woe upon this once happy family. From that day to this I have not touched a drop. Is my probation enough ? Can you now wel come back your son and bless him ?' "'Bless him I" Yes, yes. bless you. my dear, dear boy l" said the old deacon, placing his trembling hands on the dark locks of the pleader. "You are welcome William, though you come only to witness the dowufal of our house.". "Not so father," answered the young man joyously, "I have come back to save you-to atone for my prodigality, for all my errors. It was this hope that sustained me in the lone heart of Sara Nevada, when I was pant ing with thirst and dying with hunger Thoughts of home, of you mother. and (od's angels, enabled me to conquer fortune. I have come back with a store of gold-you shall not be a beggar in your old age ; father we shall keep this farm." After this it is unnecessary to add that joy entered the old homestead. It was a chas tened joy, for the shadows of the tast yet mingled with the sunshine of the present; but the felicity which attended the prodigals return was enough to 'compensate for many sorrows. "A THNr or BErA!Tv . A Jov F OvrnE." -Mr. Bradbury one of the conductors ,of the New York Musical Review, thus writes on the death of his child, Kittie Lizzie. at the age of five years. Was ever anything more touchingly penned? Kittie is gone. Where ? To Heaven. An angel came and took her away. She was a lovely child-gentle as a lamb;: the pet of the whole faintly; the youngest ot them all. But she could not stay with them any longer. She had an angel-sister in Heaven who was waiting for her. The angel-sicter was with us only a few months, but she has been in Heaven many years, and she must have loved Kittie. for every bodly loved tier. The loveliest flowers are often soonest pluck ed. If a little voice sweeter and more mu sical than others was heard, I knew Kittie was near. Ifmy study-door opened so gent ly and slily that no sound could be heard, I knew Kittie was coming. If after an hour's quiet play, a little shadow passed me, and the door opened and shut as no one else could open and shut it 'so as not to disturb papa.&' I kn"'w Kittie was going. When in the midst of my composing. I heard a gentle voice saying: "Pala, may I stay with you a little while? 1 will be very still," I did not need to look offmy work, to assure me thit it was my litt!e lamb. You staid with me too long, Kittie dear, to leave me so suddenly; and you are too still now. You became my little assist ant -my home-angel -7 my youngest and sweetest singing bird, and 1 miss the little voice that I have so often heard in an ad I joining room, catching up and echoing little snatches of melody as they were being com posed. I miss those soft and sweet kisses. I miss the little land that was always first to be placed upon my forehead, to "drive away the pain." I miss the sound of those little feet upon the stairs. I miss the little knock at my bedroom door in the morning, and the triple good-night kiss in the even ing. I miss the sweet smiles from- the sun niest of faces. I miss-oh I how I miss the formost in the little group who come out to meet me at the gate for the first kiss. I do not stoop so low now, Kittie, to give that first kiss. I miss you at the table, and at family worship. I miss your voice in "I want to be an angel," 'for nobody could sing it like you. I miss you in my rides and walks. I miss you in the garden. I miss you every where' but I will try not to miss you in heaven. 'Papa, if we are good, will an angel truly come and take us to Heaven when we die? When the question was asked, how little did I think the angel was so near I But he did "truly" come, and the sweet flower is transplanted to a more genial clime. "I do wish papa would come home." Wait a little while, Kittie' and pana will come. The journey is not long. He will soon be "home." "What are you doing there, Jane ?" "Why, pa, I'm going to dye my doll's pin afore red." "But what have you to dye it with ?" "Beer, pa." "Beer ! who on earth told you that beer would dye red? "Why, ma said yesterday that it was beer that made your nose so ted, and I thought that-" "Here Susan, take this child to bed." F iawatha was a member of the temper ante society, and loved "Laughing Water?." What a remgdy-laughing water to keep a man saber S8ieges Ancient and Modern. It is a common remark that the present siege of Sevastopol is the most noble on record. We of course know not what may be the end of this siege, as great and ener getic are the parties concerned; but I think there have been repeated instances of attack and defence showing equal or superier vigor, endurance and skill on the part of the be siegers and besieged. Among the most celebrated blockades and sieges of the ancients are those of Thebes, Troy, Platara, Athens, Tyre, Vei, Argrigen turn, Sag:entum and Syracuse. In the,,iege of Thebes, the attack and de fence, after being maintained for a long time, ended in mutual forbearance, the single com bat between Eteocles and Polices terminating the affair at least for a season. Plattea-the small town of Platza--wth only a miserable garrison of four hundred citizens, eighty Athenians and one hundred women, besides children, sustained a siege for nearly two years against the power of the combined States of Peloponessus. Athens capitulated after a blockale of six months-the known character of their piopu lation and that of the opposing power suffi ciently suggesting the manner of conducting that instance of warfare. ?yre was, in seven or eight months, brought into Alexander's possession-the sequel show ing how he thought the Tyrians behaved themselves in its defense-his orders being that the city should be burnt to the ground. (eight thousand of the inhabitants having already, in the final assault and entry of the Macedonians. been put to the sword) two thousand prisoners being crucified, and three thousand sold as slaves. Syracuse-the mention of Syracuse and Archimedes. on the one side, and the Romans on tihe other, is enough on the head of this siege. Three yeais were exhausted in it, and then it was carried by surprise at last. But there is a more modern and less re markable instance of this kind, perhaps too generally overlooked or forgotten. I al lude to the attack made by the 'Turks upon Crete, or Candia. as then and since called. Crete, as every one knows, is the largest and finest island inl the Mediteranean, meas uring according to modern survey 2,0 miles by 50. It was an island then, peopled by various nations, distinguished by their brave and martial spirit. Its last king was Idosmenus, the same w ho assisted Agermemnnon in the " Trojanr war. His adopted son usurped the kingdom. buit was soon expelled, anid it he came a celebrated relhulic. The Romans c however. at last su~xnhed it, and it became ad piroconsulate, and finaily a consulate of that empire. It afte wards fell into the hands of a Constanti.,e. but was taken b: the Saracens 1 ill the ninth century. These a.em.were de- i feated. and it was once more aniexed to the empire. Thus it remained till sold by the r Earl of Flanders to the Venetians in 1 94 a who called it Candra, becouse the mttropolis F had borne the name of Candia. for rasher c Kendoc. a fortirication. given to it by the Saracens, whilst holding the island. So r tuch for a description of the island. Now for a briet accou.it ot the siege which so dis tinguisbed it. In 1615. and when least expected. the Turks attacked the island with a fleet of four hundred sails, with 6l0,00)0 troops on board, commanded by four Paches. The Candians could only muster some 3.500 ir, fantry. and a few cavalry not worth mention ing as to their number; but, nevertheless. with this handful of men they withstood these invaders, and not only so, but the whole strength of the Ottoman Empire, for thirty years, contesting every step made in the un just encroachment upon their island, with courage and hardihood nnequalled. And v when the Turks had obtained possession and t counted up their- losses, they found 200.000 men less in their empire-the number fall- v ing bel;rre the brave Candians-and treasure exhausted that perhaps could hardly be t counted. L . . . .4 ,,,... . . . 1TRATINO1 TimE 1 ARSHAL.-Some years ago, when preachers were scarce and -Sons ol Tenmperance' were still scarcer in the Far West, it happened that Sunday was a day set apart especially, by common consent, not as a day of fasting and prayer, but as a day of disssipation and ighting, in a certain village among the 'diggins' of Iowa. To put a stop to this the City Fathers passed an ordinance shutting up the all groceries within the cor poration limits. To enforce this ordinance more effectually, they made it the the posi tive duty of the City ' arshal to go round on Sunday morning and shut up such'doggeries' as might not have the fear of the Lord and the city Fathers before them. Amongothers who kept one of those proscribed but popu lar places, was a very humerous Irishman, whose name, as a matter of course, was Pat. One fine bright Sundaysmorning, the City Marshal, a good clever fellow, whom we shall call Phil, armed with a big stick as his insiggia of office, was parading by as pom pously as ever any Marshal of France flour ished his baton of office. Now it so hap pened, Pat was enjoying the morning as Phil was passing by his shop. Pat more than sus pected that the City Marshal was of 'easy virtue' as to this particular duty of his office, and what added to his suspicion was the fact that he was sek om known to refuse a glass of pure "Cincinnati eye-water." So he de termined to put him to the test. and see of what kind of stuff he was made. Stopping him abruptly, he says : "Come in Phil, and I'll trate you.' Phil stopped, looked all round to see if any body was about, and finally popped in to take a little by way of easing his conscience for being compelled to break the Sabisth in the dischirge of his official duties. As soon as he was in, and the door fastened secure ly, Pat walked inside the bar, took down the bottle of "double distilled ans' -eetified," and setting a glass on the counter. filled it about two-thirds full and drank it off himsel and then coolly replacing the bottle glass he was about coming out, when Phif. who had been wondering when his turn would come, raths r inquiringly remarked' "I thought you would trate me, it I came in ?" "Faith and I did,: replied Pat, "1 trated you scithk cotimpt." - To the Anti-Hoop Faction. B rr .. L. . 0oDWIN. We ladles have got a new fashion! You gentleman, didn't ye know it? Good, bad. or between, feed yourpassion, Come out, as you're bound to, and "blow it.' Say never a word of your changes. In hats, boots, pens and collkrs, Nice wisdom your toilet arranges. (?) And you shine just like counterfeit dollars. We carry, or course, all, the eotton! May be some of us women know oft enough; Shopd it all from the market begotten, You your heads might in-east-they are soft enough. Wear hoods, do we ?-well. and what of I.t "0! the fashion is awfully freaky!" We could ebb and keep you to great pell, If t'would hinder your being so leaky. What business have you to be knowing The pattern exact of our unders ? Much less wide abroad to be showing The knowledge, as one of the wonders. Tabk of tongues of old women for tattle: 'My goodness! they make no beginning; Shame on your ungallant "whoop" battle? Grand victory you would be winning! Call our hon.ots "rosettes" if it suits ye. 'Tis better than "coal-hod" or "charger," The namese-never-setisfed br .'es ye! You gave to them when they were larger. When we wish for your pdty assistance, To teach us what's not and what's pretty, In matters of hourly existence, if we can't let you know; 'tis a pity. terewith take a kind invitation To leave us alone for a minute, From the milliaer's "nameless creation" To the gaiter and what is within it. May the hoops bring you back to your senses; Your lips mougt to emart wantlng kisses! We'l no: take away our defences, Or at least we woulAn't, nor help you to com trive ways to get at us, if it wasn't that we r might suffer som eaS well as s u in abstain ing from such blisses. ' FACTS ASor r MILE -Cream cannot rise through a great depth of milk. If, therefore, milk is desired to retain its cream fora time, it should be put into a, deep narrow dish; and if it be desired to free it most completely of I cream, it should be poured into a broad.iat a dish not much exceeding one inch in depth. J The evolution of cream is facilitated by a rise < and retarded by a depression of temperature. At the usual temperature of the dairy-50 de- I gress of Fahrenheit-all the cream will pro bab!: rise in thirty-six hours; but at 70 de grees it will pehaps rise in half that time; and when the milk 6 kept near the freezing t point, the cream will rise very slowly, be- I cause it tecomes solidifile.d In wet and cold weather the milk is less rich, in dry and warm,. and on this account f more cheese is obtained in cold wether than in waru. thugh not in thundery weather.- e The season has its effects. The milk, in spring, is supposed to be the best for drinking c hence it would be the best for calves: in sum- r mer it is best suited for cheese; and in au- r tomn the butter keeping ts better than that c of summer-the cows gives frequently re Mwe butter. The morning's milk is richer than e the evening's. The last drawn milk of each a milking, at all times and seasons, is rich tan t the firat drawn which is the poorest. r SARCAsTIC SENTENCE.-Old Elias Keyes, formerly first Judge of Windsor, county. Vt., was a strange composition of folly and good sense, of natural shrewdness and want of cul tivation. The following sentence, it is said, was pronouced upon a poor ragged fellow convicted of stealing a pair of boots from (;en. Curtis, a man of coniderable wealth. in the town of Windsor: "Well,'ý said the Judge. very gravely, be fore pronouncing the sntence of the court, undertaking to read the fellow a lecture. "you're a pretty fellow to be arraigned before the court for stealing. They say you are poor--no one doubts it who lo ,ks at you; and I how dare you, being poor, have the impu- I dence to steal a pair of boots? Nobody but rich people have a right to take such things t without paying! Then they say you are worthless-that is evident from the fact that no one has ever asked justice to be done to g you; all, by unanimous consent pronounced you guilty before you were tried. Now you might know you would be condemned. And now you must know that, it was a great ag gravation that you stole them in that large town of Windsor. In that large town to t commit such an act is most horrible. And not only go into Windsor to steal, but you must steal from that great man, Gen. Curtis. t This caps the climax of your iniquity. Base wretch I why did you not go and steal the only pair of boots which some poor man had or could get? and then you would have been let alone; nobody would have-troubled them selves about the act. For your iniquityin stealing in the great town of Windsor, and I from the great Gen. Curtis, the court senten ces you to three month's imprisonment in the countyjail, and may God give you something to eat.' A Cualous TYPOGRAPHICAL Easoa. Prot. Trench, in his latest work on the En glish language, points out a curious error in the 24th verse of the 23d chapter of Saint Mathew, the words "which strain at a gnat and swallow a camel1' the professor thinks, contains a misprint which havina been pass ed over in the edition of 1611, has held its ground ever since. The translators tinended to sayi "which strain out a gnat and swal low a camel." that being the correct reading of the original, as appears in Tyndale's and Cranmer's translations, both of which have "strained out." It was the custom of the stricter Jews to strain their wine, vinegar and other potables through linen or gauze lest unawares they should drLnk down some little unclean insect, as a gnat, and thus transgress the Levitical law. It was to this custom the Savior alluded, intending to say that'the Scribes and Pbisisees, while they I strain outs gnat from their drink, would yet swallow a carnel at a gpui. .. A BRITcRH COMMOYnR T'PON Tre TIrj STAT.s -Ata public meeting of the Mae dei,. itMechanics Institution at Manchest (England.) on the 14th December. Balunir, M. P., in the course of a spe deprecating the war, said: "Many of you havd relatives or friends isa America. That young nation has a pojuln. tion about equal to ours in these islands. It has a great internal and external commerce. It has more tonnage it shipping than we have. It has more railroads than we have. It has more newspapers than we have. It has institutions-more free than we have. the slavery of the South exceptgd ; and which is no fruit of itsinstitutions, Wt an unhappy rt legacy of the past. lt has also agreat man ufacturing interest in different Isranches. That is the young giant whose shadow ever grows. and there is the true rival of this country. How do we stand or start in the race ? The United States Government.inclu ding all the Governments of all the sovereign States, raises in taxes probably from £ 12,000. 000 to £15,000.000 sterling. England this year will raise in taxes aid loans and will expend nealy £100,000,000. This popula tion must raise and willspend probably £80, 000,000 within this year more than that pop nlation will raise and spend, and in America there is atr less poverty and pauperism than in England. Can we run this race ol these terms and against these odds ? Can we hope to be as wrlI off as America if the prod nuets 4 our industry are thus swept away by the tax gatherer and in the vain scheme of saving Europe from imaginary dangers ? Can pov erty he lessened among us, can education spread, can the brutality of so many of our population be uprooted, can all or anything that good men look for come to us, while the fruits of ourindustry, the foundation of all so cial and moral goun, are squandered in this' Pursue the phantgm of military glory for ten years and expend-in that time a sum equal to all the visible property of Lancashireand Yorkshire; and then compare yourself with the United States of America, and where will you be? Pauperism, crime, and politi cal anarchy are the legacies we are prepar ing for our children, and there is no escape for us unless we change our course and re solve to disconnect ourselves from the policy which tends incessantly to embroil us with the nations of the continens of Europe." THEa EnnYs rsa Lioar Housv.-The eare of this important beacon is committed to four men; two of them take the charge of it by turns, and are relieved every six weeks. But as ,it often happens, especially in stormy weather, that boats cannot touch at the Ed dystone for many months, a proper quantity of salt provisions is always leid up asin a ship for a long voyage. In high winds such a briny atmosphere surrounds this gloomy solitude from the dashing of the waves, that a man exrosed to it could not draw his breath. At these dreadfirl intervals the two forlorn in. habitants keep close quarters, and are ourged to live in derskness and stench, listening to the howling storm, excluded in every emergency from the last hope of assistance. and without any earthly company but what isadsitiniter ed from the confidence in the strength of the building in which they-are immured., Once, on relieving this forlorn guard, one of the men was found dead ,his compaion choosing rather to shut himself up with a putrifying carcass; than by throwing it iito the sea, to incur the suspicion of murder. aI fine weath er these wretched beings scramble a little about the rocis wh~en the tide ebbs,and amuse themselves by fishing, which is the only em ployment they can have, except thatof trim ming their nightly fires. Such total inactio=s and entire seclusion fromn all the joys and aids. of society, can only be endeared by great re ligions philosophy, which we cannot imagmne they teef; or by great stupidity, which in. pity we must suppose they possest Yet this wretched communicationais so small, we are assured that it has sometimes been a sccne of misanthropy. Intead of suffering the serollections of those distresses and dan gers in which each is deserted by all but one,, to endear that one to him, we are informed the humors of each were so soured they ptey edl both on themselves and on each other. If one sat above, the other was commonly footlu below. Their meals too were solitary; eacl like a brute, growling over his food alone. The emoltment ofthis arduous duty is twen ty pounds a year, and provisions while on duty. The house to live in may be fairly thrown into the bargain. Tbq whole toeth er is, perhapf, one of the least eligilbe piaces' of prefasmeni in Britain ri -, ter d A Gases Yasrza.-The Editor of the Knickerbocker says: "I should like you to a have seen a green Yankee who came dowin 0 the Sound is a Hartford steamer with me. d He had never been to York before, and be u wasasking questions of everyody .n board '- the boat. e Howeverit he was "green as grass" he C was picking upa good deal of informatiwi d which will doubtless stand him ingood stead n hereafter. One ot his comparisons struck me as decidedlyorigia n said he, took U to Northamptomid heI k d breakfast, and they taxed m. tew .billin's I "*Twas a poot good price, but I gin it to 'em. e 'Twas enough, any way. Well. when I came g down to Hast ord, I took breakfast agin, next morning; amd when I asked 'em how much, they looked at me and said, half a dollar. L Iooked back at'em oty shrp--bt it. I sekdewn.and e up inside ranch it would cost a fellow to board` utoga tht ratrte; .ad I tell you what,I pooty 5sOM Sfound eout that fore the end of a month it " would make a fellow's pocket-hodk took as if an elephant had stamped onto it SaI s Slick himself never employed a mor stri d king aimile." Serve every one as mueh .u yo eay. and compete with no moe than you mu The inaugrnatiti of Glv. Wise,. of Vic ginia, took place in the Eg utiVs Chamber n the Capitol lCI.chrOir-d0pan New Yeir's . day. __ " Tde oe e nshe orgte i Spublished at Fort Leaven Secently destroyed bY . ' t "f i, .,a,`~