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MET BY.
From the LoviniUe Journal.
The following linei are pretty very pretty.
Whoever the author may be, we invite nim to
make frequent contributions to our column:
Let u drink in the bowl is no treason
No malice prepense in good cheer
Fromjour head, if ft pilfer the reason,
It at least leave our heart more sincere;
A toast, or a song, or a story,
Of woman can ne'er come amiss;
For woman' the theme and the glory
Of man, in a moment like this :
Whatever the future may promise
Whatever the present may give
There is something they cannot take from us.
While woman and memory live.
With their sighing and sobbing and weeping,
All day they are all that they seem ;
Bat Lord pardon them ! when they are sleep-
There ia no telling what they won't dream.
Of women, dear mystical creatures
The Teian I never believed
Who can look on their forms and their features
And dream he will e'er be deceiv'd?
When they're saddest, they sing like a linnet
When they're false, they betray with a tear;
(Their lips can pledge more in a minute
"Than their hearts can redeem in a year.
i They shrink when their bosoms are boldest,
And blush to dissemble their wiles ;
They smile when their hearts are the coldest,
And man is sedue'd by their smiles
And their sighing and sobbing and weeping,
All day they arc all that they seem :
But Lord pardon them, when they are sleep
in?, There is no telling what they won't dream.
Yet we love them how madly, how blindly 1
For love sees no faults, so they say
But all we would blame is most kindly
Conceal'd from our eyes all the day.
We have glimpses of grace in the morning,
We have roses and raptures at noon,
Our brows and our bosoms adorning,
And bliss by the light of the moon
We have spells that we would not have broken
We have raptures and wishes suppress'd
We have thoughts that have never been spoken :
We have look'd they imagine the rest
With their sighing, and sobbing, and weep-
All day .they are all that they seem
But Lord pardon them, when they are sleep
ing, There is no telling what they won't dream.
From the Frankfort Commonwealth.
THE BOAT.HOBN.
Oh, boatman! wind that horn again!
For never did the joyous air
Upon its lambent bosom bear
80 wild, so soft, so sweet a strain.
What tho' thy notes are sad, and lone,
By every simple boatman blown,
Yet eould I list from eve till morn,
Delighted, to the simplest horn !
How oft, in boyhood's cloudless day,
I I've stroll'd by wild Ohio's stream,
Marking his silvery billows play.
Bright with the sun's declining beam,
While some lone boatman, from the deck,
Musing on coming storms, and wreck,
Pour'd his soft numbers to that tide
Where all his hopes, his fortunes ride,
As if to woo the fickle wave
From wreck, and storm, his boat to save!
Delighted nature drank the sound
Enchanted echo bore it round
In whispers soft, and softer still,
From hill to plnin, and plain to hill,
And e'en the reckless, frolic boy,
Elate with hope, and wild with joy,
Who gambol'd by the river's side,
And sported with the fretting tide,
Feel something new pervade his breast,
Chain his light step, cut short his jest,
Beads o'er the flood his eager ear
To oatch the sounds far off, and dear,
Drinks the sweet draught, but knows not why
The tear of rapture fills his eye.
And can he now, to manhood grown,
Tell why those notes, simple and lone,
As on the ravish'd ear they fell,
Bound every sense in magic spell?
There i a tide of feeling given
To all on earth, it's fountain Heaven,
Beginning with the downy flower
Just op'd in Flora's vernal bower,
Rising creation's orders through,
With bolder murmur, brighter hue.
.That tide is sympathy ! its ebb and flow
Gives life its gleams of joy, its shades of wo.
Music, the master spirit that can move
lis waves to war, or lull them into love,
Can charm from beauty's eye the bitter tear,
And lift from sorrow's heart it's load of care,
Can cheer the sinking sailor on the wave,
And bid the soldier on, nor heed the grave;
Inspire the tainting pilgrim on nis roati,
And elevate his heart and soul to God.
Then, boatman, wind that born again !
Tho' much of sorrow mark its strain,
Yet are its note to sorrow dear!
What tho' they wake fond memory's tear!
Tear are memory's sacred feast,
And rapture oft her chosen guest.
WOMAN'S FIDELITY. from the Spanuh.
One eve of beauty, when .
Was on the stream of Gtmdalquiver,
To mid converting, one by one,
The ripples of the mighty river;
Beside me, on the bank, was seated
A Seville girl, with auburn hair,
And eye that might the world have cheated,
A wild, bright, wioked, diamond pair 1
She stooped, and wrote upon the sand,
Just aa the loving sun was going,
With such a soft, small, shining hand,
I could have sworn 'twas silver flowing.
Her word were three, and not one more;
What coald Diana's motto be?
The siren wrote upon the shore
"Death, not inconstancy 1"
IICILLIKEHI,
From tar JVflwid Advertittr.
A BCNAWAT.
Oar readers, who bar read Mr. Jobs
Beedle's account of bis marriage, will re
in Doctor Dinglev, tbe friend and
whose disinterested advice and
were so useful in bringing about
mat happy event.
Dr. Dutgley to the Editor of the Newspa:
per in Portland.
Mr. En-v
-Your last letter makes
mil straight.
Lord, I knew how the cat
Folks intermeddling, all so
ouldjump.
plaguy friendly and suspicious, and talking
of snake bogs and wolf traps. You know
101a you 1 was not easily scared. As you
are so anxious to hear the story of the three
fat Rawson girls, I will give you that, at
once, and consider about engaging as your
correspondence afterwards. I thought you
must heard all about it, it happened so long
ago.
Well Simon Rawson s three daughters,
Peggy, Jinny and Sally smart jolly girls
tat, treckled and saucy had been to see
their grandmother, Granny Golding on the
plains, and were going home in a shay to
gether.
It happened to be training day and when
they arrived upon the meeting house com
mon, there stood our company all in battle
array. I his Was a sight to charm the Kaw
son girls, and when they got their eyes fas
tened upon it, there was no taking them off.
They forgot the horse that carried them ; and
old Bonyparte, as Simon's old black was
named, was allowed to go trudging along
with his head and tail lopped down, and
looked as if he felt sorry, while the girls
kept stretching and twisting their necks,
more and more, at every step.
"Do look gals, said Jinny, "if there ain't
Pik Runnels, standing right in the middle on
em. Who is he laughing and squinting at!
I snores, he think's he's cunnin .
"I see him," says Sal, "und there's Dolph
Daniels standing at his elbow. Do see?
how stiff aud warlike he holds up his head
scowling as if be thinks to scare folks. I
wonder 1"
"That's because he's a Corporal," says
Paggy, "but gi'me dpt. Peter Thompson.
Don't he hollar as if he were driving an eight
ox learnt He tries dreadful hard to keep
from looking this way, but I see a big onion
eye rolling about, under the corner of that
ere cocked up hat ."
00 they kept running on. till Tom Stone,
tbe drummer, thinking himself entitled to
some notice, set to pounding his drum all of
a sudden, as hard as he could lam on. Now
the old horse was not used to music, and it
put the very old skipper into him. He thought
it was the meeting house tumbling down a
bout his ears. He fetched an almighty leap
a one side, jerked the reins out of Jinny '0
hands they fell down about his heels
and away he scampered on the road like
smoke. Bony had been a famous trotter
in his youth a ten miler and he now
shewed that he had not forgot how to poke
the dirt about a few. The girls they scream
ed the old shay rattled, and all the boys
and all the dogs on the common set off in a
chase together, howling and barking, and
hooting and hollaring "stop that horse!
stop that horse!"
Johnny Beedle and I were sitting and
chatting together upon the horse block. I
v as there to certify and excuse him from
training by reason he was troubled with the
nose bleed. Before I could sav "what's thai"
my whip was twitched out of my hand, and
the next thing 1 saw, Mr. Beedle was on top
of my old mare, thrashing with all his might
and main to coax her into a canter; and then
it was thrash and canter and cantor and
thrash, all the waybill they were fairly hid
in a cloud of dust; and when I could see
nothing else, I saw the cowskin playing up
and down in the air, above the cloud.
Bonyparte had sense enough in his fright,
ty know the shortest way home, and instead
of taking the old county road, away round
by Carters tavern, he steered straight up
the new one by the blacksmith shop. Ralph
Staples was there, shoeing a horse, and was
stooping, at this moment, with his head be
tween his legs, and could hardly believe his
eyes when he saw old Bony in such a gale.
lie dropped his tools in no time; ran to two
places for his hat, without finding it; then
wined his face with bis leather apron and
sallied out into the road bareheaded. He was
just too late to get hold of the bridle, but time
enough to show his good will ; and then all
he could do was to fall behind, and join in
the cry of the boys, "stop that horse, stop
that horse', as loud as he could bawl,
Never mind, here comes more help
It was Johnny Beedle and the mare. She
was a clipyer, I tell ye, for a short race. I
swapt her away for old Whiteface, and
pinch-back watch and two dollars to boot.
But she lacked wind, and by the time she
came up with the off side of the the shay she
was putting. But as soon as the girls saw
Mr. Beedle, they set up such a pitiful cry
ing aa went the bottom of his heart and put
fresh grease into his elbow. It was now he
worked the cowskin in earnest. Every lick
told, and left its sting upon the old mare's
hide, and she reared and pitched as if a hor
net's nest was tied to her tail. But old Bony
heard the rumpus behind him, and knew
what it meant. He had heard the crack of
a whip before, and the more Johnny Beedle
punished, the taster ne went, it he ever
handled a spiteful hoof it was now. Did'nt
tbe highway suffer? I said he trotted be
fore, but I lied he bad'nt began to trot.
The mare pushed him hard, and all the way
from Staples barn to Jonas Hathaway's it
was neck or nothing.
But it was the luck of my old mare, if
there was ever a hole or a rolling stone any
when within reach, to find it saw. And Mr
Hathaway had carried the drain af bis eesV
-a . -
icr rawer too tar into me road. He meant
to have it covered up. "O! by all meaas, but
it was training day, you seej" and there it
was. So, in the heat of the race, when she
was gaining it, inch by inch, the old mare
plumped ber fore foot into Hatha war's drain
ana cantea ner nind quarters over ber head
throwing Johnny Beedle into the air, and
herself bottom upwards, into the gutter. And
away went Bony rejoicing; be cocked up
. m ... y
us neaa ana tan, as he went, and gave a
snort as loud as a trumuet.
The poor Rawson girls clung together in
a heap, frightened to death all but. For
what cculd they dof Jump out of the shay
and break their necks T This thev were ma.
dy to do, for they bad lost their wits, but
help appeared when thev least thought if it.
They soon arrived at tbe crotch, where the
old and new roads come together, and pass
ing me round, who should they see before
them but Jack Robinson? He w ascomino
uuwn we roao, armea and equipped as tbe
law directs, and blazing in regimentals, m-
j .1 j . . . .
ing too late to training. The girls give a
scream, and in a moment Jack planted him
self in the middle of the wav. with a charm
bagnet and a loud "who ow!"
At sight of this warlike figure, the old
horse stood like a rabbit. He dared neither
go onward nor stop; and what does he b but
letcn a wnin clear round on the s;ot, and
run back again. The whirl was no short
and so quick, that Jack thought it a miracle
me snay ws s not upset and broke all to splin
ters, and the Rawson girls smashed into
mince meat! And a miracle t! won Id hav
been, but fer one reason, and nn aor.nr wm
they fairly turned tail to than Jack saw it.
It was a two bushel bar ftlll of mnnl lait
over, and lashed on to the axletree. The
reason was ballast.
It was not there with vour onnA will nA
consent,Miss Sr.lly and Peggy and Jinny.
Too genteel by half, to carry meal bags.
What are we coming to! Mav be I dont know
how you pouted and turned up your noses
tyour frther's last words. "Tell
granny," says he, "that eggs are ninepence
and stop at the mill and bring home tbe
grist. And dij you not all agree to fonret
it? Answer me that till AnHrw K.llv
came out of his mill and called to you. So
civil he was cutting offa piece of his wife's
Howell hub ana lashing it on tight and no
thanks from you though he had such a
raver for his pains, to sing him to sleep ev
ery night, for a fortnight after.
Back again went Bony, at his prettiest
gate, but not the same waaJie had come;
this time he chose the old rnnrl. f..rrhan
Here was a long downhill, nnt nAnk.:iL
. 1 f . " t
h-rf lTr f . t0P "ot'om-and
half way down, there av Hen Lnndts h...
n.u.' iuin 1111TH..J. . ia . 1.
.1 '
"77 ."T,U,,.' VDen was oreadtul sor-
hP was wrw, T T F", CaDt T hoW
ne was worried and Diiahnr tnirt nflrnrit,.
inn .nj ;r.u r 6
It Mi Z ItTJln LT".b.t':w!e.n
xt . . ' uuuimg 10
Spare. Mr. Robinson Ihmlr. uru
Bonv"a. hi w.u
xony, savs he. "went ruiiK..,. a....,. th
hiii i.ke thund;..n7 z t:b l u!
hurrAtir k I . . . .
-m. s svitvil IIU L.U IIO 1U I 1H
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c ean leap over it, as 8l,ck as a fox over a
"'"" uuish unn ana u lonAihn. .
steel trap." Mind, I give you Mr. Robin
son s word for this, not mine. He was there
and I was not. As for the girls they shut
their eyes and held their breath, and how
they reached the bottom of the hill, right end
upwards, they could not tell.
nut more help was at band
"Stop that horse. RtOll thnt horanl" Tho
. j r " mv
liova t.n.1 k I A . 1 t 1 ..
j " nu uceu ieu mr neninci m tno race,
and when the shay reached the crotch, they
"'ejusi passing Jonas Hathaway's. They
"ad run them out into aaamir string th hiir-
gest in front and tapering off with a tail
growing siiiauer ana smaller, down to noth
ing. Hooting and hollaring in all sorts of
voices ; hoarse and rough, at the big end,
running down to a squeel behind, clear a
wav oul of hearing. When the foremost
boy saw the turn things had taken at the
crotcn, ne was strucK with a lucky thought.
It was only to take the short cut across Ben
Legg's meadow, and strike the new course
in the sand, between Legg's and Widow
Bean's. It was a thought and a jump, and
he was over the fence, "this way boys and
head him off! head him off!" And all the
boys, one after another, took up the cry and
jumped over too.
When the girls opened their eves at the
foot of Stony hill, the meadow was swarm
ing with tow heads, bobbing up and down
among the buttercups and bachelors buttons.
It was long legged Zach Taftthat came first.
He was in time, and had only to get over
the stone wall to save the three Rawson
girls. But there was the rub. The wall
stood so slender and ticklish that it was dan
gerous for a bird to light on it, let alone
Zach Taft. The momment he mounted, in
crumbled under him a nerch or more, and
down he came sprawling upon his belly in
the midst, and swimming in the middle of
the road, upon an ocean of rollinir stones.
. rt f
Bonyparte gave a wide sheer, and escaped
wan tne irignt. nut ne nan no time to brag;
it was now touch and go with him. for everv
rod that he went, a fiesb boy came bolting
over the wall by his side, with a hollar 'stop
that horse ! stop that horse!' till he came
t o tbe widow Bean's and here, to put the
finishing stroke to his fright, stood the wid
ow. at ner door snaking ner table cloth in
the air and calling the chickens to eat the
crumbs "Uiddy-biddy-biddy-biddy-biddy
Dy mis nine, oquasn uoruer was all in
an uproar. Women squalling, boys shout
ing, dogs barking from all quarters. The
men were ail gone to the training. Hut eve-
ry noay now ran together towards (Jerter's
tavern, and the soldiers grounded their arms
with one accord, and ran with the rest. Old
" "Vr ,w va 1111 isviisuw) uuu icwiua vil'
ter's tavern he shot down the Barberry road
Honyparie left all behind, and passing Car-
end was soon oul of sight. This rood ran
down a kill that waa both Ugh nd steep,
and at (he bottom you come to Muddy brook
and a bridge, that always bad one rotten
plank in it, to say no more. As seeaae it
was knows that the horse bad gone down
the Barberry road, the cry was raised 'the
Rawson girls will be spilt in Muddy brook
spilt a Muddy brook just as sartia -"
O misery ! 1 must break right off here
come Joe Bowers, all ia a eataetrophy aad
I know what be is after hi wife. I thought
so and no tune to chat. I am sorrv
whew J. D.
I From the At Tork Mirror.
itoTMn of beach in oca to am.
Whai is personal beauty? The monkey,
f he eoaVl sneak, would renlv 'in a tail:'
the fox who had lost that appendage argued
that it eoasiated in not hevinsr one. Th
prince of darkness might say that borne
were the perfection of beauty: married men
would insist upon the reverse. A tall and
thin person reirards lemrth as the true criie-
, - a a
run of beiatv.a abort and thick onn In sssisish
and the middle-awed swear it is neither one
nor tbe other. Some young ladies admire
an erect and even carriage 1 but a lad v of
D 1 J
'our town1 advocates a stooping gait and an
undulating up-tnd-down sort of movement.
This lady walxed much in oooosition to a
numerous bod 7, and now does all in her
power to restore waltzing mem. she is
round-shouldered, and has one leg shorter
than the other Another lady of 'our town'
directly asserts that beauty lies in rotundity;
but I have a notion her opinion is not aute
impartial. She weighs rather more than
two hundred and ten pounds. Indeed all
the opinions I have heard upon the subject
have been nore or less tinctured by the
personal peculiarities of those who advanc
ed them. Men who have an abundance
of hair wear terrible whiskers: those to
whom nature has not been so bountiful con
demn the practice as beastly. From this
last opinion, however, we must ireneralh
exempt tbe young ladies of both sexes, as
tney are apt to imagine a prolusion ol hair
upon the face manly and denoting manhood.
If so. what dreadful fellows some of the
bucks of the nineteenth century musut be !
unless thev buy their hairv ornaments.
Who would be at the trouble of growing
them 7 It would tost ten times as much to
manure some soils before a single root would
strike.
By the way, in the prints and paintings
that I have seen of our first progenitor, Fa
ther Adam, Ms chin has been as bare as his
wife's, as if Eve in her tantrums had pulled
his beard out et et armit. Macassar oil
anu oenr s grease
and bears grease were not then known, it
may be presumed
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otherwise Adam had
'Rowland's Genuine'
ueea ueuer ciao.
would make hairs grow on flint-stones. It
8ttili th8t tbe e he mixes it
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nuor iwrco using, sprout lonn nDunaantiy,
ai e p-rt of bi- prcfi &
geiung tne crop.
n" , 1 r. . .
reopie wno nave t amour propre, which
.i. v. .
rw npp"y ,erm tne ,ove ot
nnrTKIIU: UnniJ six. thm- tn
r u uoi una uirj.r .rjmuiuO IUUUWO
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iy aetaiiea. uromweli, it is true, insisted
upon fidelity, carbuncles, and all: but there
are no Cromwells in 'our town.'
w .... ' "I
Lord Byron said he could never prevail
upon a lady to tell htm her age. In this
respect I have the honor to resemble his
lordship. I have been equally unfortunate.
I have, made the most careful inquiry, dur
ing several years residence among them
and I haVe ascertained there is a noint on
th scale uf visars UrunJ wtiluti tne ladies
of this neighborhood never go. Some, of
them, it must be admitted have remained
stationary at the points thev have fixed uo-
or, a considerable time. Our 'little doctor's'
wife, for instance, was eifht-and-twenty
when I first entered the town, now eiirht
r O
years and upwards since, and she is still
eignt-ano-twenty. it is wonderful, when a
ladv nets to a certain nifi. whnt 11 nnriod
o "f, 1
elapses before she gets twelve-months older!
That year is ihe longest of all years, and
often reaches from time to eternity.
' 1 ruth,' they say , 'lies in a well I have
found it in therave. I have been very
inquisitive. I must own. I have mine to one
or two funerals, as Captain Ross went to the
north pole, on a voyage ot discovery, and 1
arrived there at the truth by takinga glance
at the plates on tho coffin-lids. But I could
never reconcile the difference between
the vast sum total then made up, and the
petty account given by the good creatures
when they were living.
Those who were born first fthev all covot
precedency) are various in their personal
peculiarities, some stout, some thin; some
short, some tall, some between both. But
they approximate more closely in habits.
They like green tea and love scandal.
Hyson and back-biting are their supreme
eniovments. Thev love whist, too. not for
the game itself, however, for their thoughts
are on mgiier subjects, but tor the intervals
of scandal which the deals afford them.
Oh! how they doat on ripping up a neigh
bor's character. It is the salt ot lite, like
itself. Nobody escapes. Let (he crevice
be ever so small, they wriggle themselves
into it, like a whip snake getting through the
kevhole of a brahmin's temole. till thev see
4 T " 1 ' J
and know all, and more than all, and then
the venomous bite of the reptile above al
luded to is not more deadly than tbe poison
their tongues. They take much pleasure
in marriages, making those they wish for in
their own families, and marring those thev
dislike in others. In a death thev reinire
they can say what they please to those who
are gone too far off to return and defend
themselves.
The unmarried ladies of our town are
not so remarkable for loveliness aa murht
be desirable. It is but fair to say that I am
j W5 utDHUUiot a a 10 hui seat MJ OtSJf tUUl 1 CKIU
I not expressing their opinion on the subject,
nor that of their mammas. They are, fir
the most put, " half pertneaa, half poor.;"
regard disdain as a characteristic of gentili
ty, aad scorn every thing but what they af
fect themselves. Those who have not in-
ished their education, aad return home dur
ing their vacations, have a milk-and-water
aspect They are slender, not exactly sylph
like. Eating, however, is their ruin, when
ibey are at borne, and can indulge. Those
who are " quite finished," as their parents
have it, gradually assume the hue of melted
butter. They become bilious, and see all
things with a jaundiced eye. H Nonsense,"
" How stupid r " Tiresome," " Trash," are
their common exclamations, and supersede
the plain " Yes, ma," and " No, ma," which,
before they were jixuktd, were all that
could be got from them.
They get a fit of indigestion, and talk of
en ma, yawn listlessly over the last new ro
mance, and attect 10 criticise, lhey go
"deeper and deeper still," and at length
condemn all and sundry. Even Scott got
worse and worse with them; but, now he is
dead, of course be was the greatest gen ins
that ever lived. They practise "oriental
tinting," and produce thing! with long an
tenna and large wings, which tbey call but
terflies. They draw landscapes without
perspective, and condemn rules as fetters to
genius. They paint heads, too such heads!
and they ask you to examine their produc
tions. You do, and shudder. A dropsical
Cupid and a bloated Mercury, apparently
three hundred pounds in weight, are their
chef (Pomes. Fishes are exhibited that
look stale and parboiled; birds of gaudy
plumage and long, sweeping tails, and ani
mals that no naturalist has ever vet dis
covered. Such things were never in the
heavens above, the earth beneath, nor the
waters under the earth Their mammas
tell how long they were learning their " ac
complishments" bow many lessons they
took, (about a fourth of the real number)
and of whom they took them. Then follow
all the fine things the " masters" taid, but
not a word of what the " masters" did.
Our young ladies do much toward the
annoyance of people like myself. Tbey
are encouraged in it by their sagacious
mammas, who thus think to show off their
daughters' education to advantage. They
have recourse to this expedient in winter
particularly. "The evenings are very
long," they complain, adding, justly enough,
"let us have a little music to kill time."
Then come the variations of Mazzinghi,
Kiallmark, and the rest of that tribe, inter
spersed with the " Storm Rondo," and the
eternal "Battle of Prague," which only
gives way'to tbe " battle of tongues." Then
we have" Bid me discourse," and " Sweet
Home," the bitterest dose of all. While
these maternal tactics are exercised, in or
der that the fair demoiselles may entrap
some " young man who has every qualifi
cation to render the married state happy,"
to use the comprehensive phrase of their
assiduous mothers, alj conversation, instruc
tive or agreeable, good, bad, or indifferent,
is banished the house. . -
Then, to mend the matter, and to crown
your evening with perfect delight, some
young man who is poor, and, therefore,
has no business to love or to be beloved,
engages the attention of the very daughter
on whose account all this fuss has been
made by the anxious hostess. The young
lady is amused, pleased, and her heart, if
not quite palpitating, begins to . inform its
mistress that she has such a thing belong
ing to her. Ihe old lady is fuming: she
uiaj ro cuiiipaicU tu a boa nltuao oolitaiy
chick gets too near the gaping jam of a
cat. She tries gentle means first, for she
is unwilling to offend the "poor young
man," because he " plays so very nicely on
tbe flute," and " realty accompanies the
pian j very well;" but " such goings on" as
these are not to be permitted. " He hasn't
a dollar in the world, the poor beggarly fel
low!" The good lady then nudges ber
daughter without effect. She pretends to
adjust one of her ringlets, under cover of
which she in reality pulls a hair or two
pretty sharply. The only effect this pro
duces is the audible whisper, " How tire
some you ore, mamma!" At last, the old
lady fairly pounces in and takes off the
young lady, who, out of spite, swears she is
suddenly seized with a headache, and the
party is broken up.
So it is, and so it will be, and to moralize
upon it would be worse than useless. Tal
ents and integrity are nothing in comparison
with dross. What are virtues to dollars?
The latter are all the world to nothing
With the first you are warned off the ground
like a man who presumes to sport without
being qualified, and receive contempt and
scorn in a quarter where, of all others, it is
the hardest to endure it. Get the last
heaven knows how, and no matter, since
nobody will care and you may walk in,
hang up your hat, kick your heels against
the best carpet, sprawl your long legs upon
the sola, and say, without tear of contradic
tion, " That giri is mine, if I like." There
is only one thing that a man can do without
money it is vain to attempt any thing else,
but the sooner he does that tbe better . e
make himself the interesting subject of a
coroner's inquest. If he wishes to enjoy
posthumous fame, let him pen two or three
wild stanzas to the " pangs of ill-requited
love," and a valedictory and maledictory
to life, and he will have the satis
of figuring in the newspapers as aa
" unfortunate gentleman, whose genius was
of the highest order."
A correspondent of tbe Maysville Moni
tor says, "Cambreleng has squared the
account with Mr. Wise. Just, we suppose,
as F. P. Blair squared his account with the
U.S. Bank. Paid off $20,000 with J180.
parts of thai
m she ieea bato
ted
r among ins doer .which
are
by the oaM. aad deon-od al
of shod, and Iharssots
docile. A man net
iag to the Broome County
killed tort. Another, 1
a full grown deer, led it to his I
it partook of the food that waai
ton,
sad soon baeame quits tame.
N. T.i
There are green spots in tbe waste and
arid expanse of life, delightful sad refresh
ing to the soul Around these " Diamonds
of the Desert," we all love to linger. Among
such maybe reckoned the meeting again,
after a lapse of years, old familiar faces
on which, in boyhood's joyous hours, wa
have been accustomed to look; or the un
anticipated but welcome renewal of inter
course with those who once were our bosom
friends and companions, but have been far
removed from us by time and distance.
How sweetly, upon such occasions, does
fond memory throw its chastened and hal
lowed light upon tbe past! And bow vivid
ly and distinctly do incidents almost buried
in tbe recollection, start up, and present
themselves anew to the imagination! He
who reads these lines in the fir South, who
once called the writer his classmate and
friend, and whose friendly greetings elicit
ed these remarks, can appreciate feelings
which the tongue could not give utterance
to, and which could not here be even at
tempted to be expressed. Alex. Gmt.
DnEADFt'L Accident on ths Habuuk
Rail-boad. Yesterday, at 6 o'clock, while
the men wore at work in the South end of
the tunnel, at Yorkville, en the Harlaem
rail-road, at about 30 feet from tbe entrance,
a large man of rock of about 25 tons, be
came detached from the roof, and by its
fall five men were instantly killed, viz:
James Bulger, Stephen Cody and Michael
Boran, natives of Ireland, James Johnson,
native of England, and James Armstrong,
native 01 Scotland, late teacher ot tbe pub
lic school at Yorkvillu. Edward Roberts
was severely injured, but hopes ere enter
tained of his recovery. Mr. John Rutter,
the superintendant of the work, was stand
ing near Mr. Armstrong at the time, and
narrowly escaped, his feet having been
caught by the falling rock, and he was una
ble to extricate himself until some of the
rock was removed; his injury, however,
was but slight. Courier Sf Enquirer.
A Pais op Spectacles. Gem.
ington Retiring to the quiet shades of
Mount Vernon beloved and honored by all
parties of his countrymen passing the
evening of his days in assuaging paity ani
mqsities in friendly intercourse with his
early friends and at death, leaving to bis
grateful country, and to an applauding
world, the legacy of a great and good exam
ple tbe rare example of, a great man fling
ing away ambition.
Joan (Juincy Adams Retiring from tbe
presidency to write doggrel verses spend
ing his leisure in fomenting animosities
among his fellow citizens urged by a rest
less ambition back into public life to-day,
assailing the administration with fiery invec
tive then abandoning his early friends
lauding the administration and charging
his (colleague, who had upheld him for four
years, with a willingness to commit high
treason and left, in bis old age, to the de
rimintt of him enemi mmd uiulniiefcory
pity of his friends: " Look on this picture
and on that the counterfeit presentment of
two'
presidents. Taunton Whig.
Ardor in Bitting. Two gentlemen at
a tavern having summoned the waiter, the
poor fellow had scarcely entered when he
fell down in a fit of apoplexy. u He's dead!"
exclaimed one. " He 11 come to!" replied
the other. "Dead for five hundred!"
"Done!" retorted the second. The noise
of the fall, and tbe confusion which follow
ed, brought up the landlord, who called out
to fetch a doctor. "No, no! we must have
no interference; there's a bet depending."
" But, sir, 1 shall lose a valuable servant!"
"Never mind! you can put him down in
the bill." Paris Advertiser.
A Mr Henry C. Crabbe announces ia the
York Pa. Republican, that he has lei: ths
Whigs and joined the Tories. It is the a
hire of all crabs to "advance backwards.
Louisville Journal.
Distressing Shipwreck The New
Yoi-k Courier and Enquirer says, tbe brig
Regulator, Copt. Phelps, from Smyrna,
bound to this port, where she was owned
and insured, went ashore on Thursday
night, on Brown's Island, near Plymouth.
Five of the unfortunate crew perished, end
the vessel was totally last. Tbe fb! 'owing
is an extract of a letter from Capt. Phelps,
relating the circumstance attending the ship
wreck: On the 4th, at 1, P. M., made the land
off Plymouth, wind strong from the north,
and the vessel and rigging so covered with
ice that, with the Weakened craw, it was
impossible to work the brig. Hoisted a sig
nal of distress, and bore away for. Plymouth.
A signal was made from the Hfht-house tor
us to run in; we did so, stearmg the brig
with the braces, the rudder bang choked
with ice; run in as far as sensible, and let
go the anchors in three fathoms, water, the
vessel striking heavily between the swells.
At b, P. OK., the flood making, the vessel
lay afloat and easy until 6 next morning,
when the swell increasing, aha bngan to
strike heavily on. During the nka., the
jolly boat was got out, and the tackle taken
off the longboat. As the brig made no wa-
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