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BY W. L. E.
’Tis past, and like a dream
The spirit of my life hath fled,
The present and the future seem
Like recollections of the dead.
E’en Hope withdraws her mystic rays,
And clouCs benight my youthful sky,
And joys which were, now fleet away,
And cast mjr soul on sorrows die.
For what is life when joys hath fled!
When hopes are banished,life is dead,
And living thus, becomes an ill—
A seat in sorrow's chair to fill,
A woven link to mortal woe,
To peace and love an endless foe,
In times gone bye, hope glimmered bright
My sky of heaven was spotless blue,
My rapturous soul filled with delight.
Conceived that all on earth was true,
I little knew what sorrow meant,
1 scarcely heard them mention strife,
But dreampt. that joy and peace were sent
To steer us down the stream of life.
LOVE A!¥D MOSQUITOES.
nSOIEILiILiA.H'Sr
WASHING SHEEP.
The following story, which has been told
some, though never we believe, printed, is
decidedly rich:
A year or two since, when the subject of
temperance was being freely discussed, the
citizens of a little town in the Western part
of Massachusetts called a meeting to talk
over the matter. There had never been a
temperance society in the place ; but after
some little discussion it was voted to form
e. They drew up a pledge of total absti
nence, and agreed that if any member of
the society broke it, he should be turned
out,
Before the pledge was accepted, Deaeon
D., arose and said he had one objection to
it; he thought Thanksgiving Day ought to
be free for the members to take something
as he could relish his dinner much better at
this festival, if he took a glass of wine.
Mr. L. thought the pledge was not perfect.
He didn’t care anything about Thanksgiving
but his family always made a great account
of Christmas, and he couldn’t think of sit
ting down to dinner then without something
to drink. He was willing to give it up on
all other days, and in fact, that was the only
time when he cared anything about it
Mr. B. next arose, and said he agreed
with the other speakers, except in the time.
He didn’t think much of Thanksgiving or
Christmas, though he liked a little at any
time. There was one day, however when
he must have it, and that was the Fourth
of July He always calculated upon hav
ing a ‘regular drink’ on that occasion, and
he wouldn’t sign the pledge if it prevented
him from celebrating Independence.
Squire S., an old farmer, followedMr. B.
He was notin the habit of taking anything
often, but must have some when he washed
sheep. He would sign the pledge if it
would give him the privilege of imbibing
when he washed sheep. Why, he consid
ered it dangerous for him to keep his hands
in jcold water, without something to keep
him warm inside.
After some consideration, it was concluded
that each member of the society should take
his own accasion to drink—Deacon D. on
Thanksgiving, Mr. L. on Christmas, &c.—
The pledge was signed by a large number
,.nd the society adjourned in a flourishing
condition, after voting that it should be the
duty of members to watch each other, to
see that they did not break the pledge.
The next morning, Deacon D. walked
into his next neighbor’s yard, who, bye the
way, was Mr. S., the sheep man, wonder
ing, as it was a bitter cold morning, wheth-
S. was up yet. He met his neighbor com
ing out of the house, and to his surprise,
gloriously drunk, or, to use a very modern
phrase, ‘burning a very beautiful kiln.’
‘Why, S.!’ exclaimed the astonished dea
con, ‘what does this mean, sir ? You have
broken your pledge, and disgraced our so
ciety and the temperance cause.’
‘Not—hie—as you know on—hie—dea
con,’ said S. ‘I hain’t—hie—broken the—
hie—pledge, deacon.’
‘Certainly you have, sir, and I shall re
port you to the society. You agreed not to
drink except when you washed sheep. You
cannot make me think that you are going
to wash sheep such a cold day as this.’
‘F-follow me—hie—deacon.’
S. started for the barn, and the deacon
followed. On entering the door, the dea
con saw a large washtub standing on the
floor, with an old ram tied to it, the poor
animal shaking dreadfully with the cold,
aud bleating pitifully.
‘Hie—there, d-deacon,’ said S., pointing
to the sheep with an air of triumph, ‘that
old—hie—ram has been washed six times
this—hie—morning, and I-hic-ain’t done
with him-hic-yet!’
It is hardly necessary to say that the dea
con mizzled.—Carpet Bag.
A Buckeye supposing he had won the
affection of e lady/ got ins maf flicense.
The day arrived, but the lady declared she
ba
turned the license with ‘No property to be
found,’ written on it.
“Good night dear Emma—may an angel’s
slumber be yours,” was the parting bene
diction of Juzebel Godfrey, Esq., as be arose
from the sofa, gently pressing a lily white
hand, and bowing his graceful person into
the two sides of an equilateral triangle, de
parted. Mr. Godfrey was by profession a
Corinthian—a race of bipeds not very com
moil in this good city of Cincinnati—with
huge whiskers, and the manners of a gen
tleman. He loved three distinct things—
fashionable clothing, Miss Emma’s fortuue,
aud himself: these so entirely tilled up the
little caverns of bis heart that be found it
impossible to love any other object.
The fair Emma was not a beauty, nor a
blue, nor a belle—neither a Di Vernon nor
a Lucy Brandon, but a right down clever,
feminine, mischievous, pleasant little sprite
as ever chased a butterfly or broke a heart.
The night to which the narrative refers, was
one of those interesting hot ones which are
of not unfrequent occurrence in the latter
part of June. The fiery sun had sunk be
hind the western hills in its flaming glory,
tinged with a flood of crimson and purple
li^ht, the white masses of vapor which loit-
j ered far up in the depths of the blue sky,
j presenting one of the most gorgeous suu-
! sets for which this western world is uurival-
• ed,and which alike defy the pencil of the
| painter aud the pen of the poet. The mo
ment of temporary separation had come,
and a conversation, in which poetry and pas
sion had been mingled was ended. Our
gallant knight, invoking for Emma’s pillow
those blissful slumbers of which we have
spoken, took his departure.
The full round moon was now far up in
the sky—a solitary light twinkled here and
there from a window—the streets were de
serted, and not a sound could be heard but
the echo of the lover’s footsteps as he wan
dered he knew not whither, lie was too
happy to sleep—too romantic to retire to
his chamber. He walked down to the quay
and made sundry ejaculations to the moon
beams which were sleeping on the waveless
bosom of the Ohio. He strolled up Main
street to the canal, and perambulated the
low-path as far as the lunatic asylum, think
ing alternately of Emma and bis whiskers.
At last he bethought him of a serenade.
True, he was unable to discourse sweet mu
sic lute, but be could sing; and what his
voice lacked in melody, he hoped to supply
in pathos. Love is always impulsive, and
in a few minutes Mr. Jazabel Godfrey stood
beneath the windows of his Emma’s cham
ber from which the dim light of her lamp
was struggling with moonbeams. Why,
thought Mr. Godfrey, has not that night
blooming- Cereus sought her pillow? Is she
sleeping? These were the thoughts that
came pleasantly and refreshingly upon his
mind, even as the morning shower comes
down upon young corn in the thirsty month
of June. For some little time after Emma
and her lover had separated, she remained
at her parlor window gazing on the stars,
and thinking of Mr. Godfrey. Upon retir
ing, she found the chamber window open,
the room alive with mosquitoes, and that
her maid had neglected to put up the screen,
which had that morning been taken to the
laundress, in whose wash tub it was, perad-
venture, still reposing. Here was an awful
state of things—for Emma had one of those
fair, thin skins, of which all fastidious, gour
mand mosquitoes are particularly fond. She
was, however, somewhat tenacious of her
beauty—who is not?—and the idea ot hav
ing her face and hands covered with bites
of these little insects was horrible—absolute
ly shocking. What was now to be done?
She must either stand guard all night over
her face, or dislodge the enemy of her tent.
She resolved upon the latter. She remem
bered to have heard it stated by one of the
lecturers in the Cincinnati Lyceum, before
the demise of that institution, that the burn
ing of aromatics would infallibly put to
flight the most voracious army of mosqui
toes, and she thanked her stars that a love
of the study of natural history had carried
her to the hall of science.
She accordingly took her wash bowl, de
scended quietly to the parlor, emptied a de
canter of old Monongahela whiskey into it
—then sought the medicine chest in the
stove room, added a goodly portion of essen
ces, among which by mistake, she poured a
few ounces of caster oil, and a phial of tinc
ture of assafoetida. She found a bunch of
dried penyroyal; and this the prudent Em
ma crumbled between her taper fingers, and
dropped in the bowl. Thus fortified with a
compound worty of a Hectate, the valiant
girl again sought her chamber, resolutely
bent on a war of extirmiaation against her
blood thirsty enemies. She placed the bowl
ou the washsiand, and touched the oleagi
nous mixture with a lamp. Instantly a low,
blue flame .-pread over the surface of the
liquids, from which arose a wretched column
of odoriferous and nauseating smoke. Grad
ually the flame mounted higher and higher,
and the odor of the burning compound more
and more offensive. The flames seemed
likely to endanger the house—the smoke
was producing a deadly sickness, when at
last, the frightened Emma seized the bowl,!
and turning quickly to the window, poured 1
out the blazing contents, which, coming in
contact with the air, instantly ignited
throughout, and fell in a glowing sheet of
flame. This most unfortunately occurred
at the precise moment when the serenading
lover, with eves upturned and mouth wide
open, was giving melodious articulation to
the lines:—
Look out upon the stars, my love,
And shame them with thine eyes.
He saw, it is true, the fiery stream as it
emerged from the window, but mistaking it
for the purple light of love, he “stood stock
still,” until he was enveloped in a sheet of
liquid flame. The note of song was sudden
ly changed to loud shrieks of agony, as our
blazing Corinthian, fiercely pursued by the
old watch dog, shot like a meteor over the
rose bushes and bean poles of the garden,
leaving in his wake a lambent streak of
flame.
The half-suffocated Emma, alarmed by
the fearful cry of distress that arose from
beneath her window, stood gazing for a min
ute at the retreating figure: but concluded
aromatics had fortunately startled a thief,
she closed her shutters, and boldly braving
the martial music of the murderous mosqui
toes, inclined her rosy cheek on the pillow.
Early next morning, the apparatus of the
barber removed the last vestige of the sing
ed serenader’s whiskers; and thus shorn of
those cherished ornaments, he passed up to
the Cincinnati eye infirmary, for an opera
tion upon his opthalmic organs.
The torch of Hymen now lights the path
way of Emma, Jazabel Godfrey, Esq. still
wanders in
Bachelor meditations fancy free.
PLAYIYG POSSUM.
Some few years since, I witnessed rath
er a strange scene in Shakespeare’s beauti
ful tragedy of Romeo aud J uliet; it was at
one of the western theatres. The piece had
passed well, with interruption, until the
last scene. The character of Romeo was
excellently enacted and loudly applauded.
The very model of the lover was before
the tomb of the Capulets, gazing upon the
motionless form of her who had so attract
ed his soul, and meditating upon commit
ting an act which would send his spirit to
that undiscovered country where he suppo-
ed Juliet’s had gbue. Just as he exclaim
ed, “Here to love !” and at the same time
raised the vial which contained the poison
to nis lips, a stalwart young'countryman
jumped upon the stage, seized him, dashed
the vial from his hand, crushing it to at
oms, and yelling:
‘* T er internal fool, she aint dead; only
been takin’a little sleepin’ medicine. Did’t
you get the parsons letter ?’
“Sirrah 1” growled out the enraged tra
gedian, while the house fairly shook with
laughter.
“Why, yergal aint dead, I tell yer ! The
way it was, they wanted to make Juliet
marry that chap thar,” pointing to Paris,
“whose business you have just settled; but
I tell you Juliet war spunk—she got her
back right up, and vowed she wouldn’t do
it even if, while she war lyin in the vault,
the ghost of the other feller whom you kilt
should dash her brains out with the bones
of some of her dead cousins. Wall, her
spunk war up, and she took the stuff the
parson fixed, so she could play possum till
you got hum. That’s the way it war,” re
plied the countryman, giving the desper
ate lover a tremendous poke in the ribs
Interesting Account of the Si-
niese Twins.
The Greensbovo’ (N. C.) Patriot has the
following interesting acconnt of Eng and
Chang Bunkers, tne celebrated Siamese
Twins, who still reside at Mount Airy, Sur
ry county, in that State, surrounded by
their wives and children.
Eng has six and Chang five children all
of whom are apt scholars and remarkably
well behaved, manifesting the strongest
possible desire to learn their lessons and
secure the good will of their teacher. They
all partake strongly of the most refined
Siamese cast of countenance, form, and
raanuer of deporting themselves. In truth
they are a credit to their parents and the
community in which they live
Chang and Eng are alike remarkable for
their industry and belligerent dispositions.
They are strict and thorough-going busi
ness men, and wo to the unfortunate wight
who dares to insult them.
Formerly they resided in Wilkes county,
but in consequence of the numerous actions
of assault and battery brought against
them in the county, they removed into the
adjoining county, shortly after which they
were fiued $15 and costs, at Rockford, the
county seat, for splitting a board into splin
ters over the head of a man who had in
sulted them.
As regards tbesupposed sympathy exis
ting between them, it may be stated their
most intimate acquaintances deem them to
be entirely independent of everything of
the kind, and give as instances to sustain
their opiuion, that not long since they at
tended an auction sale of hogs, and bid a-
gainsteach other till they ran up the prices
altogether above the market rates. Also
that on one occasion Eng or Chang was ta-
en ill, and took to his bed, where he lay,
complaining for some time, although his
brother scolded him severely all the while
for detaiuinghim in bed when he ought to
have been attending to the business of their
plantation.
On another occasion, as they were pass
ing up the road, a gentleman inquired of
them where they were going—whereupon
Eng replied, “1 am going over the Blue
Ridge in the stage at the same instant
Chang, looking over his shoulder, replied
with an arch smile, ‘ I am going back home
to look after our wives and children.”—
When questioned about their mother some
time since by an acquaintance, they stated
that they had formerly received L tters
from her, but latterly they had heard no
tidings of her, and even if they were to re
ceive letters from her written in the Siamese
language, they would not bo able to read
them, as they had forgotten their mother
tongue.
They are excellent hands to carry up a
corner of a log house—exceeding all their
neighbors in cutting saddles and notches
in corner logs—both of them wileding the
axes with a power and dexterity superior to
any of the most expert woodcutters in this
wooden country. When they chop or fight
ihey do so double handed, and in driving
with his ellow, and at the same time loosing j a horse or chastising their negroes, both of
his hold. ! them use the lash without mercy.
“Hell’s curses on the fellow !” muttered | A gentleman who purchased a black man
the raving tragedian, as he stalked behind a short time ago from them, informed the
the scenes. j Writer he was the “worst whipped negroe
“Wall now,” said the countryman, fron- j he ever saw.” They are inveterate smok-
ting the audience, “if that aint a little of iers and chewers of tobacco—each chewing
the meanest cuss I ever did see, I hoped to j his own quid and smoking his own pipe;
Terrible War among the Women
••Ladies to the Rescue!
The war of the roses seem about to'‘he
re vived, in an improved shape on this conti
nent, and already the horizon stems dark
with the mighty events with which it is sur
charged. The tug of war which is said to
come when Greek meets Greek, is a petty
wrestling match when contrasted with the
onslaught of little women. What may we
not, therefore, expect when Mrs. Swisshelm
puts on her casque and takes her pen in
hand to annihilate Mrs. Tyler!
All the world has read the spirited retort
which the last mentioned lady made to the
impertinent missive sent to the women of
America by a coterie of petticoated aristo
crats from Stafford House. But no oue was
piepared for the tenible battery which Mrs.
Swisshelm has opened upon the devoted
little champion of her countrywomen. Mrs.
Tyler is known to be the wife of an ex-Pres-
ident of the Uuited States; but her exasper
ated antagonist, though somewhat of a ce
lebrity in her own neighborhood, may not
be so universally known. We may there
fore inform the world that Jane Grey Swiss
helm, as she signs her pronunciamento, is
the principal editor of the Pittsburg Satur
day Visiter, of which her husband is the
sub-editor; and that she stands in the van
guard of the noble army of martyrs ou
whose banner is inscribed “Women’s rights
and pantaloons.” Six months ago she an
nounced that she had resigned the chair ed
itorial, and taken to the nursing chair; but
we suppose that, tired of such unworthy Oc
cupation, she has again entered the arena.
To sum up their relative positions, Mrs.
Swisshelm may be regarded as the cham
pion and representative of the strong-mind
ed women of America, as Mrs. Tyler is of
those ladies who don’t trouble themselves
about the women’s magna charja. This be
ing the condition of the combatauts; |^he
challenge has been sounded by the Amazo
nian party, ana we ouly wait now to see
whether the other side will show fight. The
cartel consists of a five column communica
tion, published in Mrs. Swisshelm’s paper,
and directed to the Dutchess of Souther
land, as the judge of the tourney. This
pronunciamento abounds in phrases and
polysyllables calculated to annihilate poor
Mrs. Tyler, whom it denounces as the “little-
would- be-rep -esentative of-the-women-of-A-
merica,” who snarls with “Prince-Charles-
spaniel pugnacity.” Her letter is utterly
repudiated, as the “small reply of a little la
dy”—one of those “whose souls are made
on too small a pattern.” Even her luckless
spouse comes in for a share of the abuse,
and is described as “a man whom a most
afflictive dispensation of Providence once
placed in our Presidential chair.”
Now is the time for action. Jacta est
alea ! War is declared, and the women of
America must’enroll themselves under the
banners of either of the great leaders. It is
not a mere Marc Antony and Octavius con
test for the mastery of the world. To tho
rescue, ladies! Remember, America expect#
every woman to do her duty!—N. Y. Her
ald.
be swowed. That’s all the thanks I git for
stoppin’ him from pizenin’ himself. I hope
to be swashed’if ever I go to interfere agin
when a feller wants to murder himself,” he
continued, as he clambered back just in
time to prevent his upper story from com
ing in contact with the curtain as it descen
ded.
‘Julius, as you better dis morning?’
‘No, I was better yesterday, but I got
over it.’
‘Am der no hopes den of your discove
ry ?’
‘Discovery of what?’
‘Your discovery from her convalescence
which fotched yer on your back.’
‘Dat depends, Mr. Snow altogether on
de prognostications which amplify the dis
ease ;—should dey terminate fatally, the
doctor think Julius is a gone nigger; should
they not terminate fatally, he hopes de
colored individual wont die till another
time. As I said before, it all depends on
prognostics, and till these come to a head,
it is hard telling wedder de nigger will dis
continue his come or not.’
As the case is perfectly clear as it is. we
shall not mar its transparency with any ob
servations of our own.—Dutchman.
Editorials.—A noted chap once went
into the sactum of an editor, and indulged
in a tirade against a citizen, with whom he
was ou ‘bad terms.’
‘I wish,’ said he, ‘that you would write
a very severe article against and
put it into your paper.”
‘Very well,’ was the reply, and after
some conversation the visitor went away.
The next morning he catne rushing into
the office in a violent state of excitement.
‘What did you put in your paper ? I
have had my nose pulled, and been kicked
twice.’
‘I wrote a severe article, as you desired,’
calmly returned the editor, i and signed
your name to it !’
Funny—Any thing a rich man says. To
excite laughter, doubloons are even superior
to a poor devil’s mishaps
Varieties.—-The Frigid Zone—The waist
ribbon that hugs an old maid.
it has been remarked, however, m support
of the sympathy supposed to prevail thro’-
out their systems, that as a general rule,
when one take a fresh quid, the other does
the same. It is also generally admitted
that there is a* marked difference in the
systems and temperaments of the gentle
men, but still they almost invariably draw
the same inference from topics submitted to
their consideration, and arrive at similar
conclusions. Eng not unfrequently gives
serious offence to Ghang, by jesting him a-
bout having one more child than he has.
When shooting, (a sport they are fond of,)
one sights or takes aim, and the other, it
is said it pulls the trigger ; now if this be
true, it would go far to prove the doctrine
of supposed sympathy existing between the
two brothers, but it is questioned by most
of the neighbors.
They readily admit aud acknowledge
themselves to entertain a strong chnstain
faith or belief, aud are regular attendants
at church and other religious meetings
where they deport themselves as becomes
good citizens of the land of their adoption.
They are strong politicians, and take a live
ly interest in all elections that occur in their
district. As the writer was informed by a
lady of Mount Airy, “they are mighty stay
at home people,” rarely ever going from
home, unless called away by business.
Chang and Eng have published a card in
reply to the above, in which they give a
flat contradiction to the charge that they
were compelled to leave Surry county, for
tne reason alleged above, aud deny, as in
famously false, that they had inhumanly
chastised a slave. They admit that one is
blessed with more “little responsibilities”
than the other, but the fact was never a
cause of any unpleasant feeling between
them; and to show that they have conduct
ed themselves as orderly, honest, and pea
ceable citizens, they produce the certificates
of a number of the residents of Surry coun
ty, to that effect.
Think like the wise, but talk like ordina
ry people. Never go out of the ordinary
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Mullooney says that the people who
don’t believe in purgatory, may go farther
and fare worse.
Noteworthy Facts.—There arc now living
in this city, a man and wife, whose united
ages is one hundred and sixty-six years and
four months. The^husband’s age is eighty
seven years and four months, that of his wife
being seventy nine years. The couple have
been married sixty two years, and have re
sided in Savannah fifty six years. The old
gentleman, who is in ^excellent health, and
bids fair to live for twenty years to come,
has been out offthe city only once during
the last forty four years. The friend who
furnished us the above facts, thinks that if
they do not prove our city to be as healthy
as any other, they at least indicate that the
domestic relations of the worthy couple
have been happy, and that our climate
agrees with them.—Sav. News.
Snow a Hundred Feet Deep.—The St.
Louis Intelligencer publishes a letter from
an overland emigrant to California, which
give a fearful account of a tremenduous
snow storm in the mountains mar Carson
valley. On what is called the Second Sum
mit, the writer says, he caught hold of the
tops of pine trees, and was confident they
were one hundred feet in height. This is
an item that should have a bearing upon
the question of a railroad to the Pacific,
through the South Pass. Rails buried in
snow a hundred feet deep, would stand lit
tle chance of removal by the scraper yet in
vented, /
A farmer dropped in upon his landlord a
a short time singe to pay his rent, putting on
at the same time a long .face to correspond'
with the times. On entering the house, he
told the landlord that times being so bad, he
could not raise the money at-all, and dash
ing a bundle of bank notes bn the table—
“There,” said he, “that’s all that'I can
pay.” The money was taken up and counts
ed by the landlord, who said :
“Why, this is tw4ce as much as yon owe
me!”
“Dang’ee, give it to me again,” said the
larmer, “I’m dashed if I didn’t take it from
the wrong pocket J”
How did the whale that swallowed Jonah
obey a divine law ? Jonah ‘was a stranger
and he took him in/
A genius has just invented a stove that
saves three quarters of the wood, while tfce
ashes it makes pay for the remainder.
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