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VOL. 1. NEW SERIES. WEST BATON ROUGE, SATURDAY, JANUARY 26, 1856. NO. 4.
TAE SUGAR PLANTER,
I niY SATUEDAY NiW IOG
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IYAMS a& OARDER, Proprietors.
O .ee near the Court House,
W'EST BATON RO UGE.
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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
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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
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"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.
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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. __ "
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