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R. J. J. VINALL, IIOMEOPATHIST, Office over Palmer's store, Plymouth, Ind. HUME, HARNESS MAKER, Til iL I lymouui, . jnu. JWESTBRVELT & Co., MANUFACTU- rtra of Lumber, Plymouth, Ind. w M. RUDD, MANUFACTURER OF Boots and Shoeü, Plymouth, Ind. A C, STALKY, MANUFACTURER AND dealer in Boots & Shoes, Plymouth, Ind. I VERY STABLE, BY SILAS TIDIUTS, Washington street, rijmouth, Ind. I' IVERY STABLE, BY Wm. M. PATTER SON Plyaa?nth, Ind. PUP IT TiVU I i Ill gflcctcir Jjottrg. Sparking Sunday Night. Sitting in the corner, On a Sunday eve, With a taper finder Resting on your sleeve; Star-like eyes are casting On jour face their lights, Bless me, this 13 pleasant Sparking Sunday night! How your heart is thumping 'Gainst vour Sunday vest How wickedly 'tis working, On this d;y of res; Hours seem but minutes, As they take their flight; Bless me ! ain't it pleasant Sparking Sunday night? Dad and Mam arc sleeping On their peaceful bed, Dreaming of the many things, The folks in meeting said: "Love ve one another!" Ministers recite; Bless me! don't we do it Sparking Sunday night? One arm with gentle pressure Lingers round her waiit, You squeeze her dimpled hand, Her pouting lips you taste, She freely slaps your face, But more in love than spite; Oh! thunder! ain't it pleasant Sparking Sunday night? But hark! the clock is striking It is two o'clock; I snum! As sure as I'm a sinner, The time to go has come; You ask with spiteful accents, If "that old clock is right," And wonder if it ever Sparked on Sunday night? One. two, three sweet kisses, Four, five six you hook But thinking that you rob her, Give back those you took; Then as for home vou hurrv, From the fair one's sight; Don't you wish eaHiday was Only Sunday night! Foctic Imagery. Tliouglitjs the Spirit's lightning", sent To cleanse the murky night of time; It falls, and lo! the hills are rent, And burst the hoary walls of crime. One Thinker, fresh from Gad, goes forth, And, like a sower sent to sow, He scatters whirlwinds o'er the earth, But in his path white lillics grow. One thinker, bold, and strong, and true, Inspired from God in heart and tongue, Shall make Earth's day-stir chant anew The str tin that flve locr E Ion young. E'en now the world in anguish cries To know those central laws that run From Heaven to Earth, and unitize Love, Wisdom, Uses three in one; The Wisdom that shall reconcile Impulse with Duty, throw the light Of boundless ray o'er both, and Fmile On Man accordant with the Right. And Heaven in love on Earth looks down, And even now prepares to bless The Mind with Wisdom's burning crown, The soul with Love's own boundlessness. In measures, fed from inward springs Of cheerful hope for Earth and Man, A viewless Angel sits and sinc;s O'er the blue Heaven's effulgent span. That Angel's thoughts, descending low, In unseen throngs, to all men fly, And utter, tuneful, ns thfy flow, Tie Gospel of Humanity! CT From Graham's Matnzine. AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A COUNTRY GTBL. BY CLARA AUGUSTA. Will you cast down my humble history when I tell you that in my youth, as well as in my age, I was plain, hopelessly plain. My profuse dark hair was my only charm. My face was thin, almost to emaciation, and of a sallow unhealtliiness. My eyes were unnaturally large, and my lips were pale and colorless. My health was bad, and my mind was always in a low state. I was sensitive al most to folly, and I shrank from strangers with that instinctive horror, which even now thrills me at the touch of an unknown hand. I was an orphan, lonely and alone; I lived with a maiden aunt, in the dark depths of a pine forest, near Blackwater. The influences which surrounded my childhood were cold and chilling, unfa vorable to the development of my social or intellectual faculties. My aunt was kind to me, that i, ehe gave mo food and clothes and carte blanche, as to the disposal of my time. The library at PinForest was very lim iled, a Bible, prayer bopk, a few ancient histories, and an tld romance', which I had read and rc-rcad (intil every' word was im pressed upon my memory.. It told of many characters, but I passed them all over to think of one noble, dignified, and godlike. I loved that character. I worshipped an ideal. I eared not whether the form and fice were handsome or tiglv; it was the noble attrtbutes of the soul which I loved. Of mere sexual love I knew nothing; until I had reached my eighteenth year, I had never had even a boy playmate. To school I had never been; my aunt had taught me to read and write, and some of the more ordinary female accomplish ments. But anew chimera penetrated my aunt's brain. A stray newspaper came to Pine Forest, and in its columns was the adver tisement of a female stminary, which was to be opened for young ladies, at Lands down, in n short time. To this school my aunt was resolved to send me, I felt no delight at the intelli gence. Study was distasteful to me. I liked better to ro out on the bare hills when the storm demon was abroad in his raging, and baring my dark brow to the wild winds,' cast my restless eyes out into the deep gloom, or, raising my face up to heaven, gaze unshrinkingly on the red lightnings which were vomited from the cloud's black bosoms. But aunt said I must go to school, and when I openly demurred, she told me of the many wonderful things I should learn, and the interesting objects 1 would see; aud I strove to curb my wild will in obedience to her wish. Two months passed rapidly away in preparation; my clothes were ready packed in aunt's great black trunk, and, accompan ied by our farm servant, I was sent to Landsdowne. Jacob engaged a boarding place f jr me, in a family of wealth and res pectability, and then lie returned to Black water. "Words cannot describe to you the heart loneliness I felt that first night. Alone, I sat by my little window, which looked out upon a tall, dark church, and a dismal "rave vard, with its white tombstones rleaminir in the "histlv moonlight. I loved the view. It was more in accordance wiih my own dark feelings than the cheerful in terior of my pretty chamber. All was light and pleasant there. The large solar lamp sent its silver light over the crimson couch hangings, and illuminated the wall-1 no paper until the room scmcd a garden of living flow ers. But I liked not cheerful - ucss. Wh it ri -lit had I to be bright and ? Was I ii .t a w aif on the fair earth? There was no one in the w ide world to love me; would any one weep w hen I should be laid away in the death-mould? I asked the question with bitterness. No, there were none to love me! I laid my head on the window-sill, and clasped my hands over my eyes. When I awoke the sun was shining warm ly over my disordered hair, and the little robins and s-parrowa were singing pleasant ly in the churchyard treos. I roused my self, and making a hasty toilet, descended to the breakfast-room. The family had al- ready assembled. There was a row of! strango faces a the table; young gentle men and ladies who, like myself, were to attend the school. 1 fancied they were lid- iculing me, aud 1 doubt not they w ere, for one of the 3 oung men repeated a few words in an unknown language, looking at me all the while, at which they all laughed heart ily, ad turned their great prying eyes cu- rwt it riousiy upon me. ine young ladies evi dently not regarding me in the "ight of a rival in the young men's afi'ectious, joined with them in the general attempt of quiz zing me. I bore this as long as I could, and then from the depts of my fierce, wild heart there welled up a few bitter, wiithing words and I spoke them. The surprised company were silenced, but occasionally thov cast looks of covert scorn toward me. After breakfast they spoke no encouraging friend ly word to me, but conversd apart, in groups, and I knew that I was their sub ject, by the glances which they bestowed upon my shrinking, sensitive form. To one of my nature, this treatment was galling in the extreme, and I made up my mind to hate them all. Even the Hale girl, the daughter of the people who kept the boarding house, seemed to take exquishc delight in torturing me, asking me spiteful questions about my dress, contemplated studies, etc., Alone, 1 went to the academy. No one offered to go with me, no one told me which way to go, they only set up a derisive laugh as I put on the green silk bonnet, which t had cost my aunt and the village milliner a week's work to remodel from aunt's old calash. I knew where the academy was situated. I had passed it on my way the previous day. It was a largo white building with carved columns and shady porticoes, in the middle of a green lawn, gemmed here and there with a tuft of the purple frost flower. The green in front of the edilico was thronged with young gentlemen and ladies, gay and laughing. Was it any wonder that a wild, forest bred girl like me, who had scarcely seen a dozen faces out of her own family circle, should shrink from the curiou3 Mare which, n every fide PLYMOUTH, IND. JUNE 26, 1856. assailed her? Sick at heart, I leaned against a shade-tree for support. Only one in all that merry company un derstood my feelings. Heaven bless her, wherever she may be! She was a lame girl, a little younger than myself, with a pale, sweet fi.ee, and a gentle, pitying voice. S1k came hastily toward me, laid her small hand on my arm, and looking in to my face, with one of her soul-full glances she said timid.y, 'Pardon me, but you seem to be a stranger here; are you going to attend the school?' I could have fall en down and worshipped her for the first kind words which had greeted my ear since my arrival in Landsdowne. She bade me follow her to the dressing-room, and there she took off my bonnet and shawl, and conducted me to the hall, where she showed me a seat where I could sit until Professor Montcalm should arrive and as sign me one. O There I sat in trembling suspense, wait in " for the ureal bell to sound the signal of commencement. It rang out, at last, loud and clear. There was a hurried rushing of the young ladies for their seats, then a stillness, broken only by an occasional whisper, and then steps in the w ide passage announced the coming of the Principal. I did not raise ray head to look at htm, even when I heard his deep sweet voice calling each young lady to come up separately, that he might register her name, and purposed course of studies. One by one, they went to him. I alone could not gather courage to look at him. , How could I rise and walk across that long hall alone, a mark fo:- all tlioso cuiious gazers? There was a silence during which I felt the eyes of all upon me. The tears started to my eyes, I could not restrain them, and in shame and agony I dropped my head upon the arm of the settee. There was a souad of confused buz zing in the room, but over all, rosa 1 that firm, stately tread which approached me. It paused at my side. Willi a sud den impulse, I raised my head, and looked at the face of him beside mo. It was Prof. Montcalm. I knew it by his regal form, his hi'rh serene bro .r, and his unconscious dig- jo & j ujjy cf manner. J He bent his calm dark eves upon mvdis- torted face for a moment, and then stepping so that his f rm concealed me from tlw list- j ening pupils, he said, in his low winning! VolCC- Is it your intention to become a member of my shool, young stranger?' Yes,' I faltered out between my stifled I - sobs. Your name, if you please;' said the same musical voice; 'Genevieve Fairfield,' I returned. lie wrote the name. 'What studies, Miss fail-field?' I replied, by handing him the letter which mv aunt had written concerning mv projected course, and with newly inspir- ed confidence, I watched him while he read it. Every feature of his face is before me now, I can see the forehead w here majestic benignity reigned peacefully w iih powciful intellect the wild, rich hair, thrown care lessly over the classic head, the calm, deep eyes, the straight Grecian nose the mouth half stern, half tender. Yes, I can see Howard Montcalm as he stood before me, years and years ago. He gave me a written programme of my studies, the hours of recitation all correct, and then with a smile which lighted up his face like the sunshine of heaven, he turn ed away as he said, 'You must try and be contented with us, Miss Fairfield; home sickness will, I am afraid, interfere with your progress and make you uuhapp'. Mr. Monlcalm sat down on the raised platform, and tlx.n in regular rotation the different classes were called. I went with fear and trembling. I had never been at school before in my life, and well I knew my deficiency. Very kindly he questioned me, but of course, I could answer nothing. He dismissed the class and called me to his dck. He enquired into the system of my education, and I frankly told him my little history, how that I had lived all my life in an isolated spot, and that my aunt had been my only tutor. Prof. Monlcalm considered for a moment and then told me that I might study and recite separately from the others, aficr tho school had closed at night. Aud more, he said that if I was, as he feared, a little sen sitive, I might study out of school if I chose. Oh how my hcul blessed him for Ins kind words. I took tho books which he selected for me, and going to my boarding place, I wont up into my little chamber, and bent my whole soul upon the task of learning the lesson which At had marked. It was hard, oh so hard, 'to keep from flinging down tho book, and running into the wild dark cemetery; but I thought of those berioiis eyes which 1 knew would wear a giieved expression, if in my lebson I should be deficient, and resolutely I toiled on. The dinner bell sounded, and as a mere form, to avoid being questioned, I forced myself to eat. As soon a I had finished, I returned to mytudies. I read .and pon dered. At last I gave a glad shout! I,could recite every word correctly. Again and aga"in, did I repeat the mon otous phrases and when the bell lung for the close of study hours, I tied on my des pised bonnet aud set off for the Academy. School was out, but Prof. Montcalm was waiting forme. . I gave him the book, it was Andrew's Latin Grammar. Ha asked the questions, I answered all correctly. " -4. A surprised, pleased expression parsed over Mor.tcalm's fine face. You have done well, Misa Fairfield,' he said in a decisive tone, as he returned me the book with the next lesson marked. 'Perseverance and application, my young friend, will place you in the highest ranks of literature.' II i took up his hat and went out. Oh! how I prized that commendation coming from his lips! I need not particular ize. Days and weeks passed much the same as I have already described. I pro gressed rapidly. I had outstripped the junior class, and was fast approaching the senior. Mr. Montcalm praised me, encouraged me, spoke kindly to me. Laura Gray, my first acquaintance, the lame girl, was gen tle and friendly towards me, but further than this, I had neither friends noracquaint- anct-s My fellow-boarders still preserved to wards me the same constrained and half patronizing, half-ridiculous air, but for that I cared not. His kind word was enough. My love fr music had always amounted to a passion, and if 1 was very sad, or if through the dark vail which shrouded my 0,v-; jf0 there came a skv of sunshine, I would improvistore some wild thrilling harmony. It w as a power which the soar ing winds, the surging pines, the gushing rivers had given me, and it soothed me u-lnn inv truil ri! nriirflrtivinnr One evening when I came to ncite, Prof. -,r . i 1 1 i 1 1 Montcalm had gone to the lower hall for a consultation with the assistant teacher, and I sat down in the great lonelv hall to await n;3 rt tarn. One of my sad strange moxls camo over me and I sung. I forgot that I 1 1, 1 1 iv 1 i t i ! might be overheard and ridiculed. I onlv ; remembered that I was sad and I sun" un- I til the great load of heaviness was raised from lny Soul. As the last wild echo diid ! .111 away in tue still arcnes, .uontcaim came in r.t the open door. He appeared agitated, ppeareu aguaieu, but he heard my lesson through and then as 1 m 11:1 :ucu me ine uoo nc tau, paruon . 1. . 1 1 .,1 .1. 1 1. 1. - 1 . .1 me, iUiss rairnciu, 11 1 enquire w nere you received your musical culture?' An overwhelming sense of shame came over me, that he, whose good opinion I valued more than that of the whole world, should have heard mv wild heart outush ings, and I buried my face in my hands and wept bitterly. Montcalm understood me. He set down beside mo, and said earnestly, 'listen tome, Miss FairfiVId, I meant not to wound your feelings. You are too sensitive for this! rough world of trial. But what I would say to you is this, you have a voice more pow erful than any I have ever heard. It has moved me in a manner in which I am sel dom moved. Now I would propose that you enter the class of Herr Von Getchcn burg, ho is a superior vocalist and an un rivaled instructor. Will you consent, Miss Fairfield?' His eyes met mine. I bowed mv head, and it was arranged that I should become a pupil of Herr Von Gctchenburg. I was admitted to his class in a few days and I received his teachings; he said I was possessed of the most thrilling voice he had ever trained. I 6trove bard to learn and I succeeded. In twelve months. Von Gretchenburg offered me an almost incrcdiblo sura if I would accompany him in a toui over the country, 1:1 the capacity of a public singer. I refused. I yould not tear myself away from the plaeewherc Montcalm breathed. Do vou ask if I loved Howard Montcalm? Love' 'twas an unknown word to me. 1 felt not toward him as I felt to others, I loved him not a3 woman loves man, I worship ped him as tho Christian worship's his God! The term of my continuance at school was fast drawing to a close. In one short week I was to go to ray dreary home, and see him, in the light of whose smile I had lived for twoycais, no more. My situation in the family whore I had boarded was much the same as at first, I had made no friends, nor had I wished to, and I thought of leaving thero without a solitary regret. The closing day came at last. There was to boa grand examination in tho fgreat hall of the Academy, and essays and com positions of all kinds were to be read. Tho holiday dresses were drawn out, jewelry was borrowed, etay-bringa were stretched to their utmost tension, and ' uight was dark av.d gloomy, and tho wind rouge, and chalk-balls were in urgent de- moar.cd fitfully in the black forest. .1 ask inaud. ed no questions; ray companion gave no I had no fine clothes in which to appeal, ' explanation;. Arrived i the railroad k so I wore the pale, straw-colored calico! pot, we stepped on board the night train which had boen my church dress it; sum-; which was on the point cf leaving, and fjr mer. Ornaments I had none, not even ai the space often hours we traveled without ring or a pin, and my muslin collar was ; intermission. At last the traic stepped. It fastened by n plain black ribbon. Excite- was nearly noon, and we vrero in the raiist ment had lent a crimson blush to my wan of a great city. My companion handed nie cheek, and my eyes were almost fearful in into a carriage and we were driven rapidly their great brilliancy. The time came for mo to read my essay. It was the last exercise. I rose, my head swam, I "saw but one face in all that as sembly, and that face It strength ened me. I read tfee composition; the sub ject was 'Desolation.' I had thrown into the essay all the wild energieof my lone-' Iv soul, all the vainvearnings of mv deso late heart, and I succeeded in what I had desired. The audience which filjed that vast hall sat spell-bound! The stillness of the tomb was there! I finished and sat down, no one moved; no one spoke. Pale and still they sat, some in tear3, others with cheeks white and drv. c I looked at Montcalm, his head lay on the desk before him, and his form quivered with emotion. At length, the manager an nounced the exercises at an end, and the spectators departed, leaving Montcalm alone with his pupils. In a few appropri ate words he bade us farewell. Each one, in passing out, took him by the hand, and received from him some parting admoni tion. I held back until the last. There was a melancholy pleasure in being the ! last to say adieu to him whom we all loved. ! He took my hand. My whole frame thrilled at his touch, all the life-long agonv ; of my existence was pent in that moment!! Mv r-ourage forsook me, my self-restraint gave way, and 'Oh, God!' escaped my lips. We were alone; Montcalm liiit liia head ! until his breath played upon my cheek, and his voice was broken and agitated as lie said, Mi?s Fairfield Genie, do you love me?' II.. X . . 11.. - K I U n vwt A I w v . J . . , ,. , , I lam down at his feet and died, than ha , should have known it I replied bitterly: 'Alas! was this blow needed lo complete my utter wretchedness, my great humiliation?' Montcalm's face lighted up with ialer.se , . , 0 , joy: he caught me to his breast. 'Dear- est,-Genie,' he exclaimed, while his kiss- cs rained upon my fice, Mud you do love me, darling, you have loved me a Ion time!' j j , j . k j , n 1 , c k t cv 1VM '--'- -' T m " ----- , , . ,1 t r c n nn j C'A C V. il 111 IIMI I1IV1I11. Ill vl , in." j VliV'"", . ,7, . definable something, dreadful, and un - known. Oh, the bliss of sitting in the lonely old hall, with the twilight shadows around U3, while he told me in his low, thrilling voice, all his love, his hopes all, all. To me, dearest Genie,' he said, tender ly, 'you were always beautiful, you were woven m all my dreams of happiness, your pale, sad face, as you raised it to mine on that first morning of our meeting, has been for two years ihe companion of my waking and sleeping hours! Genie, I love you bet ter than the whole world, letter than my life, next to God. Will you lovo me thus, darling?' I told him w ithout reserve of all my lone ly lif ., of the first beam of light which his presence had brought, of my many weary hours passed in toiling at my lessons, that I might win a kind tone from him; leaning on his noble heart, I told him all my life lonr yearning to bo loved, and his calm soul-lit eyes shed love and happiness upon mo as he looked down with holy trust it to mv face. We parted. One long agonizing kiss I pressed oh his lips, received with dread his tender embrace, and murmured 'fare well.' Howard Montcalm was a son of the south, the possessor of a fine property in a southern city, and thither he was to go, bu. in two short months ho would return, and take me away, his own. I went back to mv lonely home at Black water, lonely no longer, for my thoughts all of him. I told no one the story cf our love, it was tco hallowed, too sacred to be 6poken cf. Two weeks rolled into tho silent past, and I received a letter from him, such a heart warming letter as only he could write. I wept over that letter wept for very joy that I, poor, plain and infeiior, had won the love, had bocomo tho object of interest to one so uoblo, 60 excellent as Howard Montcalm. Four days afwr the reception of that blessed letter, at tho dead hour of midnight there came a messenger to Blackwater. Ho brought a note for mo which contained theso words 'Genie, I am ill, como to me.' It was enough. I threw cn my clothes, aud scarcely explaining anything to ray , aunt, I sot forth with th messenger. The :u i:tce uioueu cuui&oii v.un suuujc, iici,vet dre-im r.i ovo v.v.s over vou J M NO. 33. along. The streots through which we pass ed, were silent and deserted. Nocairiug) passing save black, gloomy hearses, and the ghastly dead oart3, and I frit at once that I was in a city of pestilence. Our carriage stopped before an imposing stone cdif.ee. I was assisted to alight and with a feeling of suffocation I followed mr guide up the marble steps to the great gilded door. Ho turned the handla with out ringing, and entered a gorgeously car pe erhall. A broad Might of raiiegatcd marble. steps led UDwards. Mr ruide mo tionea rae to follow him and passed noise lessly up. We arrived at the last landing, he pushed open the mahogany door and said, gently, 'She has come! then turning he left me in a large apartment furnished hi a style of Oriental splendor. In agoi geouslv curtained alcove there was a low couch. I sprang towards it. Great God! there he lav, so fiightfullv changed that an indifferent person would not have 1 cogniz ed him my heart's idol! he wh. -m I loved better than all the world. With a screnm I caught him in my arms. I pressed my lips to his cheek, I l;i-?d the damp sweat from his forehead, and laid my ftce on hi?. 'Oh, Genie! poor, dear, lest Genie: '.' vr.ns all that he said. Then when he was r.-.ore composed, he said, 'why did ycu com?, Genie. I was mad to send for you, it is death fir von to stay here; but, oh Genie! I ro longed to f.tl your dear hand urjen my hot brow cuce more! Ycu will die if you stay here, darling, v.i.h this fjarful peatilsncs here, where I had arranged evervthing f r you oh. G-i-ni, . . t rrt I mi .waoui i.-.hv.u! u.i I had chosen c.Vos v:hiV- fr vou and now. I mat be ,(.uuim.d ui hu, ami u.o, 1 llaid in il iC ooid crave m-rawi t fit Oh God! iou g0j; jre tircw down my head ' KS Li j bosom, and said in a f .:!- wl.i-p -r, 'C, '. cst Gonou-ve, if h hr.l h-:e:i UU v.Y. i rf-:r,;t,l o!;ve I wouM i.-.-.d ; 1 t""11-J ia- 0 4 j vclir lifc-journev pvous! I V. ''Jet i.av j j.iuctej every thorn from y w r pathway, j Bl,L v,tS not t3 t deärcif, r.:-d God never decrees unjustly. Pi- uv.z'i vv:. iive'.v to I Genie, that vou will bow sv.br.; ; . He ward V I i i.jr--. uv.'.i: I his strength v;.s was--l, r.:..t u. 1 h, , fcI;:,d j10w c:...-r : was-; 1, round him. As the r.tr.n :v.- !u t r.st. he put hi.; treble an.i ah ,ut m:-, .nd r:iuv mured, 'Mine ia Henven Ge:.i-'.' Thenn col J calm settled over his face, ihe light went cut in his eyes, his arms Iiy like a d around me; I fell on his dead Ivsom, a:;d for many veavs I was ns one unborn! I am old now. My one j-.-tty hair is whiie as December s:kw. My limbs are palsied by age, my voice U freb'.e and b:o ken. I am called an ell ma'd. T':o Venn'' r-irls iu thvir rot-y bloom, a-k me why It.ave Rovermanl-d, .-r.j-d saii'o at my lonely eccentric lifj. -Ali my r drives are h ing 'neath the valley c dr,, and 1 live here alone in my giand, gloomy house, at Blackwater. I would not have it otherwise. God has taught me to look to him alone for happi ness. He took away my idol; but it was a:l tight. I feel that my earthly pilgrimage U al most over; that 1 ehall soo:i pri through tho Valley of Gloom into th? eternal sun shine of I.'eaven. Howard awaits m there, and I icck forward wiih blissful v-- ticipaticn, to tb: time when I shall Iod'h into his eves by the cal:n, ruio lijrhi cf Heaven. Civil Liberty. Mn are qualified for civil liberty in exact proportion to their disposition to put moral chains upon their own appetites, in proportion as their loo to justice is above their capacity; in pro portion as their soundness and tob:iety of understanding is above their va.ii y and presumption; in proportion as they sr more disposed to listen to the eour-H? f i the wise and good, in preference to tho flattery of knaves Society cannot exist, unless a conlrolsig power upon will and appetite be placed somew here; and the-!c& of it there i within, the mere there raus. bo without. It i ordained in the eter; m! constitution cf thing3, thai men of itvni perale minds cannot te frf ; their pisicn. foige their fetters. Tho following is a very rppioprii c epi taph upon an avaricbiis nu:i: At vest beneath this stone Lies stingy Jimmy Wyatt. He did one morn at ten. And fc-aved n dinner by it! , 1 p. ... . A child &ix years of a- i heard his fath er praying the o.hcr mi;i:i; g f r t';.e good time wht.1 'he 'swords ' b turned into plowshare and spears iu'o pruaag hoolo?, and enquiied innocently, "what will tha Shupo'e rifles b tnim-d into, p.? A-