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UNIVERSITY OF GEORGIA LIBRARY / x/ r « e VOLUME I. ATHENS, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING. FEBRUARY 1, 1855. NUMBER 44 PUBLISHED WEEKLY, BY JOHN H. CHRISTY, BDITOR A.Hi PKOrRIETOK. Terms ot Subscription. TWO DOLLARS psr annum, if paid Ftrictly in aJ ancs: otherwise, THREE DOLLARS will be charged {Qr In order that the price of the papei may not be in the wav ofa large circulation, Clubs will be supplied at the following low fates. mEr-p^SIX COPIES for - - - ^Sr^TEN -• for - - - ZlsTSgQl Jtt tkut In rates, Us Ctuh sis* mt company tie order. Rates of Advertluing. Transient advertisements will bo inserted at One Dollar per square for the first, and Fifty Cents per square for each subsequent insertion. Legal and yearly advertisements at the usual rates Candidates will be charged $5 for announcements, and obituary noticesexoeeningsix lines in length will be charged as advertisements. When the number of insertions isnotmartcedon and advertisement, it will be published till forbid, and charged accordingly. ®rief Stans. "VARIETY, THE SPICE OF LIFE." The Present. Look not forever forward, With anxious heart and eye, But heed, with watchful earnestness The moments as they fly. He, who upheld thee in the past Will leave thee not alone, So let the future rest in hope, But nr.ke this hour thiue own. What if sad memory whisper Of wasted days and hours ? And for the fruits that should be thine, Brings only withered flowers! The moments, spent in vain regret, May yield a nobler store ; The present is thy working time, The past returns no more. Xiet neither memory nor hope. With dreams thy soul beguile, The present only has the power To make the future smile, So work, for truth, for goodness. Ere the passing hour be flown, The past, the future leave to God, The present is thine own. — t Je y Kies, d Me. Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in! Time, you thief, you love to get Sweets into your list, put that in 1 Say I’m weary, say I’m sad. Say, that health and wealth have missed me. Say I’m growing old—but add .1 jccit Kissed me 1 Leigh Hunt. A Persian Precept. ' .Forgive thy foes,—nor that alone; Their evil deeds with good repay; Till those with joy \vh > love thee none, And kiss the hand upraised to slay. So does the fragrant sandal bow, - In meek forgive .ess to its doom; And o’er the axe. at every blow, Shed in abundance rich perfume. Angel of the Assembly. I met her at tbs Chinese Rooms, :She wore a wreath of roses, She walked in beau./ like the night, Her breath was like sweet posies. 1 led her through the festive hall, j Her glance was soft and tender ; She whimpered gently in my ear— “Say 1 Muse—ain’t this a bender!” Sc ax a dal.—The expansive nature of sea ml al is told by the poet thus: The flying rumors gathered as they rolled. Scarce any tale was sooneT heard than told, And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made cn argement too; On every ear it spread—on every tongue it grew," “ Poeta Nascitur Non Fit.’* The truth of this maxim is abun- dantly confirmed by the following" ren dering of tho Scripture quotation which declares that " the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.” The race is not to them wots got The longest legs to run Nor the battle to them pepel Wot totes the longest gun “ Is that clean butter ?” asked a grocer of a boy who had brought a quantity to market. “ I should think it ought to be,” replied the boy, “ for mai m and Sal! were more than two hours picking the hairs ttnd motes out of it last night. A Hint.—The following pretty broad hint is from “Diogenes:” “ What if there should appear in the next Euro pean Family Receipt Book (revised in London and Paris) a direction how to take Greece out of maps ?” Anecdote of Webster.—Daniel Webster used to relate that in a suit he received eighteen dollars for a vast amount of labor, but afterwards was employed in an exactly similar case, and received a fee of five thousand dollars, though he used the same brief that he had prepared for the first case. Lawyer’* Motto. Fee simple, and a simple fee, And all the fees in tail, Are nothing when compared to thee, Thou best of fees—rataix! Easily Accounted Foil—“I say, milkman, you give your cows too much salt!” “Why—how so 1 How 3o you know how much salt I give them ?” “I judge from the appearance of the milk you bring us lately. You see that salt makes the cows dry, and then they drink too much water, and that makes the milk thin, you know ?” “Oh, yes—well, I shouldn’t wonder if that was the cause!” A young lawyer down East yesterday put his spinal column/ “out of joint try ing to‘draw a conclusion.’ If dress makes the man, what does the tailor make? From ten to twenty dollars profit, perhaps. ‘You have stolen my soul, divine one,’ exclaimed Mr. Sickly to his adored. ‘Pardou me,’ resbonded the lady, ‘I am not in the habit of picking up little things 1’ An exquisitely dressed young gentle man, after buying another seal to dangle about bis delicate person, said to the jeweler that “he would-ah like to bave-ah something engraved on it «h to denote what he was.” “ Certainly, certainly, I will put a cypher on it,” said the trades man. Why is an unwelcome visitor like a shade tree ? We are glad when he leaves. Falling Off in the Revenue.—It is stated that the entire receipts of customs of the month of December, aie estimated at tbe Treasury Department at not more than two milHons ofdollaus, against four millions and a half for De- cember.|1853. The available surplus in the Trersury has fallen off already seven millions of dollars since Sep tember.- The payments of this month will further reduce tbe surplus five millions of dollars. Domestic (gconomij. Grafting Wax.—Professor Mapes gives the following formula for making grafting wax: “ Take ofCanada balsam one pound, -of clean bees-wax one pound, and boil together and of it make a putty consis tency, or keep in a kettle, to be warm ed as wanted for use, and its great ad- wantage over any other material, is, ■that it will adhere to a wet surface Death of a Giraffe.—A giraffe belonging to the menagerie of Van Amburg, and valued at 815,000, was drowned at New Orleans on the 30lh ult. A man out west, who owns a large farm, says he staeks up all the hay he can out of doors, and the remainder lie puts in his barn. Just so.—The Boston Mail flatly contradicts the report that the Pacific Ocean is to be enlarged for the purpose of accommodating the growing com merce of California. Always do as the sun does—look at the bright side of everything, For while it is just as cheap, it is three times as good for digestion. The best life preserver in the world is a marriage certificate. One half the rheumatism in the market is only vice, assuming the shape of canes and crut ches. The Value a man Set on His Own Life.—The captain ofamerchan ship, recently saved from drowning at one of our wharves,is reported to have given a dollar to his preserver, saying, “That’s for saving my life.” This reminds us of the gentleman who gave his rescuer a sharp rating for not also saving his hat. When Mr. Michael Scales was last at the Lakes, a young Oxonian, thinking to raise a laugh at his expense, accosted him thus: •I believe,jsir you once killed a donkey?’ ‘Yes.’ said Scales, ‘and I may take it into my head to kill another.’ IdPA paddy, writing from the west, says pork is so plenty that every man you meet is a hog.” ^"Bare faced falsehoods are said to be fibs told by the ladies in the present style of bonnets.” When a man looks well can he see any better ? No, but if some men were standing close to an ass, they would be beside themselves. They tell us to wait—that time will bring what we want. Friends, time will ripen the corn, but will not plow the field. The difference between a generous man and a miser, is, the one loves specie, the other the species. A member of the Peace Society is said to have qbjected to live on the earth because it is a revolver. Every school-boy knows that a kite would not fly until it has a string tyi g it down. It is just so in life. The matt who is tied dovn by half a dozen bloom ing responsibilities and their mother, will make a stronger and higher flight than ihe old bachelor, who, having noth ng to keep him steady, is always floundering in the mud. If you want to ascend in the world, tie yourself to s mebody. Tolera tion means allowing you to think as I do, but directly you want me to think as you do, then it’s gross iu- toleratiou.—Punch. Our principles are the spring of our actions—and our actions are the springs of our happiness or misery. We cannot live better than in striving to become better, nor more agreeably than in Laving a clear conscience. Butter.—in churning cream, add a lump of butter to the cream before commencing, and the butter will come jn two-thirds the time it would without. Soaf.—When preparing to ’ ma ke soap, add a little old p to j e y an( j grease. This will greatly facilitate the labor of the making. To Sew New and Stiff Cloth Ea sily.—Pass a cake of white soap a few times over it, and the needle will pene trate easily. Paste that is Paste.—Dissolve an ■ounce of alum in a quart of warm wa ter; when cold add as much flour as •will make it the consistence of cream; then strew into it as much powdered rosin as will stand on a shilling, and two or three cloves ; boil it to a consistence, stirring all the time. It will keep for twelve months, and when dry, may be .softened with water. A Smart Boy.—“Boy, you seem to be quite smart—altogether too smart for ibis school: can you tell me how many six black beans are ?” “Yes, sir, half a dozen.” “Well, how many are half a lozen white beans ?” “Six,’ “Tremen dous smart boy ! Now tell me how many white beans there are in six black ones ?” “Kalf a dozen, if you skin’em. An old maid of Threadneedle street being at a loss for a pincushion, made use of an onion. On the following morning, she found that all her needles had tears in their eyes. The man who was a “ picture of des pair,” has -been set in a “ serious frame of mind,” and hung—in the back parlor. Extravagant people are never generous. The man who pays fifteen dollars for a vest, would think he’s being “ robbed ” should you ever call upon him to give six shillings towards burying old Bristles, the shoemaker. The ague rages so in some parts of Iowa, that the people are obliged to sleep with corn cobs i*i their mouth, to keep from shaking their teeth out. Miss Smith says she will never marry a widower with a family, and for this reason ‘ she is down on second-hand children," Sensible girl that. Chinese are said to have labored for centuries under great embarrassment, from not knowing how to make a barrel They could without any difficulty make the staves, set them up, and hoop them in ; and indeed, with the help of a man inside they could put the second head on; but how to get the man out after the barrel was headed---that was theques tion. Ignorance is an expensive luxury, The want of a little gumption costs many a life of comfort, convenience and similar fine things. Mr Short don’i know but everybody is as honest other folks, and so gets taken in every time he goes out. Miss Simple, too, has a universal confidence in everything and everybody, and pays for the privilege by being a universal victim. Girls with red hair are said to fall in love with twice the intensity of those having black. They also talk twice as fast, and four times as hard Impor tant facts these, and to be duly register ed. A droll story is told of an honest farmer, who, attempting to drive horn hull, got suddenly hoisted over the fence Recovering himself, he saw the animal on the other side of the rails, sawin the air with his head and neck, and pawing the ground Tbe good old man looked steadily at him for a moment, and then shaking his first at him, and ex claimed, ‘ Darn your apologies—you neednt stand there, you tarnal crittur, a bowin and scrapin'—you did it a purpose, darn your curly pictur !’- When a subscription was proposed for Charles James Fox, and a/une one was observing that) it would require some deiicacj, and was wondering how Fox would take it. “ Take it ?” observed Selwyn, “ why, quarterly, to be sure.” A Sea gull.—An unsuspecting jolly sailor in the hands of sharpers. All noble enthusiasms pass through a feverish stagehand grow wiser and more serene. A wise man never grows old in spirit; he marches wich the age. Farmers, Make your own Can :dlm.—Take two pounds of alum, for ■every 10 pounds of tallow, dissolve ii in water before the alum is put in, and tthen melt the tallow in the alum water •with frequent stirring - , and it will clarify :and harden the tallow so as to make a ■most beautiful article for either winter or summer use, almost as good as sperm A man of sense will never swear. The {least paadnrable of all vices to which the folly-or cupidity of man is addicted .is profanity. J Moralizing. Robinson Crusoe wees a niece of gold lying on the ground ji»the island, Arid addressing it in •moral and rather • contemptuous strain jrs a .vile drug, th e root of aU evil, &c Having made his observations, he takes it up, h»werer,ai id puts in it his pocket Woman.—God has made her to be loved. She exercises a sovereign in fluence over the sterner sex, when she keeps within her proper sphere. Her influence diminishes in proportion as she “pants for notoriety. A gentleman at n tea-party, over hearing one lady say to another, “I have something for your private ear,” imme diately .exclaimed,“I protest against that, for there is a law against privateering !” Love lasts as long as our virtue. When we are no longer good, we are no longer affectionate. Ugliness comes in with the devil as naturally as frosts come in with winter. C^“A Judge and a joking lawyer were conversing about the doctrine of the transmigration of men into animals : “Now,” says the Judge, “supposeyou and I turned into a horse and an ass, which would you prefer to be ?’ “The ass to be sure,” replied the law- yer. “ Why r* rejoined the judge. “Because," was the lawyer’s reply, “I have heard of an ase being a judge, but a horse never." What is mine, even to life, is hers I love, but the secret of my friends is not mine. “I curse the hour when we were mar ried,” exclaimed an enraged husband to his better half, who smilingly replied, “Don’t my dear, foi that is the only happy hour we ever saw.” The last instance of modesty is that of a young ladv who refused to wear a watch in her bosom, because it had hands on it. A Yankee in Iowa lias just taught ducks to swim in hot water, and with such success that they lay boiled eggs. Who says this is not an age of improve ment ? A confectioner at the West End has brought his business to such perfection, that he is now offering to the public his candid opinion ! J3p*An inveterate dram-drinker be ing told that the cholera with which he was attacked was incurable, and that he would speedily be removed to a world of pure spirits, replied : •Well, that’s comfort, at all events, for it’s very hard to get in this world.' Things to be Umbrellas, Lost.—Sinners and Death of the Son of a Revolu tionary Hero.—Captain Ethan A. Allen, the last surviving son of General If you would be pungent, be brief, for it is with words as with sunbeams, the more they are condensed the deeper they burn. If you wish success in life, make per severance your bosom friend, experi ence your wise counsellor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius. We often censure the conduct ol others, when under the same circum stances we might not have acted half so well. Dr. South says that manya man runs his bead against a pulpit, who might have done his country excellent service at the plough. Excess of ceremony shows want of breeding; that civility is best which ex cludes all superfluous formality. Our evil genius, like the junior mem ber of a deliberative body, always gives its views first. A fellow in the jail wishes he had the smallpox, eo he could “ break out.” He has tried everything else, but he can’t come out The last case of jealousy is that ofa Htdy who discarded her lover, because Ethan Allen, of the American revolu- in speaking of his vo; 1 “‘ J u- tion, died at his residence in Norfolk “hugged the shore!” county, Virginia, on the 6th instant, in ' he said he the 76th year of his age. He was bom in Vermont, graduated at West Point, * Please to bestow your charity on a poor sweeper,’ said one of the crossing entered the United Slates army in 1804, gentry to aVrequent passer and left it when the army was reduced • I havn’t got any,’ was the gentle- in 1821. man’s reply. j , g.^ j believe yoUj » was the retort A pious old gentleman told his son an( j t he gentleman was so struck with not to go under any circumstances a that he turned back and gave him a fishing on the Sabbath; but if he did, 8 i X pence. ___ by all means to bring home the fish. t 1 —" ! 3 I ! Prayer.—In the morning, prayer is Suooks was advised to get his life in- the key that opens to us the treasury of sured. “Won’t do it,” said he, “It Gods mercies and blessings—in the would be my luck to live forever, if I evening it is the key that shuts us up should ” under his protection and sateguard THE WORSTED STOCKING. A TRUE STORY. ‘‘Father will have done the great chimney to-night, won’t he, mother?” said little Tom Howard , as he stood waiting for his father’s breakfast, which he carried to him at his work every morning. “He said he hoped all the scaffold ing would br down to-night,” answered his mother, “and that’ll be a fine sight; for I never like the ending of those great chimneys'—^Fs so riSKy—Thy '^’ t ‘ father’s to be the last tip : “Eh, then, but I’ll go and see him, and help ’em to give a shout afore he comes down,” said Tom. ‘And then,” continued his mother, if all goes right, we are to have a frolic to morrow, and go into the country, and take our dinners, and spend all the day amongst the woods.” “Hurrah,” cried Tom, as he ran off to his father’s place of work with a can of milk in one hand and some bread in the other. His mother stood in the door watching him as he went merrily whist ling down the street, and she thought of the dear father he was going to, and the dangerous work he was engaged in, and then her heart found its sure refuge and she prayed to God to protect and bless her treasures. Tom, with a light heart, pursued his way to his father, and leaving his break fast, went to his work, which was at some distance. In the evening on his way home, he went round to see how his father was getting on. James How ard, the father, and a number of other workmen, had been building oue of those lofty chimneys, which in our great manufacturing towns, almost supply the place of our other architeetural beauty. This chimney was one of the highest and most tapering that had ever been erected ; and as Tom, shading his eyes from the slanting sun, looked up to the top in search of his father, his heart almost sunk within him at the appalling height. The scaffolding was almost all down ; the men at the bottom were mov ing the last beams and pole. Totn’s father stood alone on the top. He look ed all around to see that everything was right, and then waving his hat in the atr, the men below anawered with long loud cheer, little Tom shouting as heartily as any of them. ^.s their voices died away however, they heard a very different sound—a cry of alarm and horror from above. “The rope! the rope !” The men look- ed round and coiled upon the ground lay the rope, which before the scaffold ing was removed should have been fast ened Jo the chimney, for Tom’s father to come down by. The scaflolding had been taken.down without remem bering to take the rope up. There was a dead silence. They all knew it was impossible to throw the rope high enough to reach the top of the chimney ; or if they could it would hardly have been safe. They stood in silence and dismay, unable to give any help or think of any means of safety. And Tom’s father—walked around the little circle, the dizzy height seemed every moment to grow more fearful, and the s; did earth further and further from him. In the sudden panic he lost his presence of mind, and his senses almost failed him. He shut his eyes— he felt as if the next moment he must be dashed to pieces on the ground be low. The day had passed on industriously and swiftly as usual, with Tom’s mo ther at home. She* was always busily employed for her husband or children in some way or other; and to day she had been harder at work than usual, getting ready for the holiday to-morrow. She had just fmi'hed all her preparations and her thoughts were silently thank ing G‘)d for her happy home, andfor'all the blessings of life, when Tom ran in, his face as white as ashes—and he could hardly get his worW out. “Mother! mother! be cannot get down.” Who, lad ? Thy father ?” asked his mother. “They’ve forgotten to leave him the rope,” answered Tom, still scarcely able to speak. His mother started up horror struck, aud stood for a moment paralyzed, then pressing her hand over her face, as if to shut out the horrible picture, and breathing a paryer to God for help, she rushed out of the house. When she reached the place where her husband was at work, a crowd had collected round tbe foot of the chimney, and stood there quite helpless, gazing up with faces full - of sorrow. “He says he’ll throw himself down,” exclaimed they, as Mrs. Howard came up. He is going to throw himself down.” “ L'hee munna do that, lad!” cried the wife, with a voice; “thee munna do that Wait a bit Take off thy stocking lad and unravel it, and let down the tilrepd with a bit of mortar. Dost thou hear me, Jem ?” The man made a sign of assent,{for it seemed as if be could not speak; and taking off his stocking, unravelled the worsted thread, row after row. The people stood round in breathles silence and suspense, wondering what Tom’s mother could be thinking of, and why she sent him in such haste for the car penter’s ball of twine. ‘‘Let down one end of the thread with a bit of stone, and keep fast hold of the other,” cried she to her husband; The little thread came waving down the tall chimney,blown hither and thither by the wind, but at last it reached the outstrecIt ched hands that were waiting for it. Tom held the ball of string while his mother tied one end of it to the worsted thread. “Now pull it slowly,” said she, to her husband, and she gradually un wound the string as the worsted gently drew it up. It stopped—the string had reached her husband. “Now hold the string fast, and pull it up,” cried she, and the string grew heavy and hard to pull, for Tom and his mother had fast ened the thick rope to it* They watch- jnidinHy and TtWIy anooHrwg from the ground, as the string was drawn hither. There was but one coil left. It had reached the top. “Thank God! thank God!” exclaimed the wife. She hid her face in her hands, iu silent prayer, and tremblingly rejoiced. The rope was up. The iron to which it should be fastened was there all right; but would her husband be able to make use of them?—would not the terror of the past hour have so unnerved him as to prevent him from taking the necessary measures for his safety ? She did not know the magic influence which her few words had exercised over him. She did not know the strength that the sound of her voice, so calm and steadfast, had filled him with—as if the little thread that carried the hope of life once more, had conveyed him some portion of that faith in God which nothing ever destroy ed or shook in her true heart. She did not know that as he waited there the words came over him, “Why art thou cast down, O, my soul r and why art thou disquieted within me,? Hope thou ill Qod.” She lifted up her heart to God for hope and strength. She could do nothing more for her husbaud, and her heart turned to Gcd and rested on him as on a rock. There was a great shout “ He’s safe, mother,” cried little Tom. “ Thou hast saved me, Mary,” said her husband, folding her in his arms. “ But what ails thee ? Thou seem’st more than glad about it.” But Mary not speak, and if the strong arms of her husband had not held her up. she would have fallen to the ground. The sudden joy, after such great fear had overcome her. “ Tom,” said the father, “ let thy mother lean on my shoulder, snd we will take her home.” And in their happy home they poured forth their thanks to God for his goodness; and their happy life together felt dearer and holier for the peril it had been in and for the nearness that tbe danger had brought them unto God. And the holiday, next day—was it not indeed a thanksgiving day ?—Eng. S. C. Magazine. sorry could Beautiful Incident.—A correspon dent of the Preston' (England) Chroni cle gives the following anecdote: A good while ago a boy named Charlie had a large dog which was very fond of water, and in hot weatber he used to swim across the river, near which the boy lived. One day the thought struck him that it woald be fine fun to make the dog carry him across the river, so he tied a string to the dog’s collar, and ran down with him to the water’s edge, where he took off all his clothes, and then, holding hard by tbe dog’s neck and the bit of string, he went into the water, and the dog pulled him across. After .playing about on the other side for some time, they returned in the way they had come; but when Charlie look ed for clothes, he could find nothing but his shoes 1 The wind had blown all the rest into the water. The dog saw what had happened, and making his little masfer let go the string, by making be lieve to bite him, he dashed into the river, and brought out his coat, and then all the rest in succession. Charlie dress ed and went home in his wet clothes, and told his mother what fun he and the dog had had. His mother told him he did very wrong in going across tho river as he had done, and that he should thank God for making the dog take him over and hack again safely ; for if the dog had made him let go in the river he would most certainly have sunk and been drowned. Little Charlie said; “Shall I thank God now. mamma ?” and he kneeled down at his mother’s knee and thanked God ; then, getting up again, he threw his arm around his dog’s neck, saying: “ I thank you too, dear doggie, for not letting go.” Little Charlie is now Admiral Sir Charles Napier. Old Jack Ringbolt had been spin ning Mrs 1 . Tartar any quantity of salty yam; she was quite surprised at Mr. Ringbolt’s ups and downs, trials, travels and tribulation.s Honest Jack (?) had assured the old dame that he had sailed over many cities, all under water, whose roofs and chimneys, with the sign boards on the stores, were still jquite visible: he had seen Lot’s wife, or rather the pillar of salt she was finally frozen into. ‘ And did you see that?” asked the old lady. ‘ Yes, marm, but ’taint there now— the cattle got afoul of the salt and licked it all up. ‘ Good gracious! Mr. Ringbolt.’ ‘ Fact, marm, 1 seed ’em at it and tried to skeer ’em away.’ Well, Mr. Ringbolt, you’ve seen so much and been around so, I’d think you’d want to settle down. Why don’t you take a wife? Well, marm, 1 have took wives afore now, but then, their husbands never seemed to like it, so I give it up. THE SEAT OF WAR. The condition of the belligerents in the Crimea naturally creates minute in quiries as to the probabilities of keep ing up offensive operations during the winter. Sebastopol, now besieged by the Allies, is a seaport and town of Rus sia, in the southwest part of the Crimea. It has an excellent harbor,md has been a depot for a part of the Russian navy. It is in latitude 44° 45, north, and Ion gitiude 23°24’ east. Although we have already published a description of the Crimea, an extract from Darby’s Univer sal Gazetteer may be of interest. It is from the edition of 1845 : “Crimea, or Crim Tartary, the an cient Taurica Cherisonessus, a penin sula of Europe, bounded on the south and west by the Black Sea, on the north by the Province of Catharinenslaf, with which it cemmunicates by the Isthmus of Perekop,and on the northeast and east by the sea of Asope and the strait of Caffa. The mountains are well covered with woods fit for the purpose of ship building, and contain plenty of wild beasts. The valleys consist of fine ara ble land; on the sides of the hills grow corn and vines in great abundance, and the earth is riclun mines. But the moun taineers are as careless and negligent as the inhabitants of the deserts, flighting all these advantages, and like their brethren of the lowlands, are sufficient ly happy if they are in (ossession of fat sheep and as much bread as serves them to eat. In 1783 the Russians took possession of the country with an army ; the following year it was ceded to them by the Turks, and the peacea ble possession of the whole was secured to them in 1791 by the cession of the fortress of Oczakow. The Crimea is divided into two parts by mountains which run east and west, The north di vision is flat, poor, and fit tor pasturage only. In the south part tho valleys are astonishingly productive and the cli mate extremely mild, from the of those violent winds by which the north divi sion is frequently incommoded. Be sides the ports of Kerth and Jenikale.the road of Caffa, and the harbor of Baluc- lava, there is near Sebastopole one of the finest harbors in the world. Tbe Crimea now forms one of the two Pro vinces of the government of Catbarin enslaf, under the name of Taurida. In some late maps it is called Taurica. Achmetschet was made the capital in 1785.” Too Old.—It Is stated that an old patriot in Jersey City, cried out in a fit of revolutionary enthusiasm—“Hurrah for the girls of ’761” “Thunder 1” said a Jersey whig, “that’s too darned old. No. no: hurrah for the girls ol 17 ” The Blossoms and the Leaves.—* When the blossoms turned pale and dropped from the trees in May, the leaves said: “ Weak, useless th ngs! No sooner born, than they begin to drop: while we, how firmly we withstand the glow of summer, and continually grow broad er, and brighter, and richer, until, after long months of service, when tbe fairest fruils have been given to the earth, we are shrouded with gorgeous colors, and knelled to rest by the booming "thunder of the storm. But the fallen blossoms answered, “ We dropped willingly, to make room for the fruits we bore.” Ye silent, good men, a’l unnoticed, or soon lost from sight, in your obscure dwellings, ye little esteemed by the learned, ye virtuous heroes without name in history, and ye too, unknown mothers! be not dismayed when the proud look scornfully down upon you from their high places of elate, ire m their mounta : ns of gold, from their tri umphal arches raised over fields enrich ed with the blood of battle-victims be not dismayed! ye are the blossoms 1 Richter. Widows vs. Know Nothings.—A young gentleman who is quite a lady’s man, found himself the other evening rather unexpectedly, in company with a numberof ladies, and wishing to make himself as agreeable as possible, without knowing exactly what to say, comment** edthe conversation in his most bewitch ing style, by saying, “Ah 1 ladies I m glad to. see you. Really, there are so many of you together here, tint I ain afraid you must all be Know Nothing*! ’ O! no indeed, replied one of them ra* ther tartly, I ain’t, I’m a widow.” Interesting to the I-ADiKs.-Every time ja wife scolds her husband she adds a new wrinkle on her face ! It is thought that the announcement of this fact will have a almost salutary effect,e«i*ecially as it is understood that every time a wife smiles on her husband, it will remove one of tbe old wrinkles 1 “So you would not take me to be twenty,” said a young lady to her part ner, while dancing the polka, a few evening? ago. ‘What would you take me for then ?“For better or for wurse/re- plied he. • JPa.' • “Boy,” $aid a visitor to the house of a friend to his little son, “step over the way and see how old JTrs. Jiroom is," The boy did the errand, and on his re turn reported that Mrs. Brown did not know how old she was.