The southern herald. (Athens, Ga.) 1850-1853, December 19, 1850, Image 1

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UNIVIMITY OF GEORGIA LIBRARY T. M. LAMP KIN. HRALD. ; wee rrrm tom for a weekly ! sin- to treble and rc illation vs c offer thefol- JUcuotcir to Ncros, Politics, £iterotnre anil (General intelligence. VOLUME XVIII. ATHENS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 19, 18-50. NUMBER 37. RATES OF ADVERTISING- etter* of Citation, |2 75 otico to Debtors ami Creditors, 3 25 ale of personal property, by Executors, Admin istrator!! or Guardians,................... 3 50 ales of Lunds or Negroes, by do 4 75 Application for Letters of Dismission 4 50 “pother advertisements will be charged $1,00 •very twelve lines, or less, first insertion, and 50 s for each weekly continuance. ?* Announcements of Candidates will be charged e Dollars ; as also the advertising of separation asband and wife. All obituary notices, exceeding six lines length, will bo charged for as other advertis- To insure attention, all Letters to tho editors ust come free of poMaye. a the i iglitv cloud. i dreadful Airoud— rtd.’c and adore— Udffbf dmiJ from wEch hi* eye lids frowned, t a. his, and great flash pole to " The moment this event took place, Gen. Jessup, Mr. Clay’s friend, called out that lie would instantly leave the ground with bis friend, if that occured again. Mr. Clay once exclaimed it was an accident, and begg ed that tlie geaileman might be allowed to go on. On the word being given, Mr. Clay fired i without effect, Mr. Randolph discharging b" lie stood there alot lie ticking type, night-watch tun 1 the solemn sou Dreamiug on Wedding Cake. A bachelor editor out west, who bad n ived from the fair hand of a bride a pie< .rrors freote and ch.-tia ll.s troruWmg soul Id turn Ids mighty si*ft* of fire, a and rocks are rout befc-e Id* Ire! . *£ ' - look-*, c;.nh tr. i.-.I.U- . .md r.!d ..-•an weeps— at islamh bidmtlicm-iclves beneath her deeps. d -inking, hides liiiuself in deep djemsy, him! tho rwwipg rmrtb-wiods Jy— Lug liail-ptones-wliFdidvtt**' SUrtltio—- ,, . i'.... i iceburg" rrssh like thigh tv battli' fields. oinent that Mr. Clay i saw that Mr. Randolph had thrown away his fire, with a gush of sensibility, he instantly 1 approached Mi. Randolph, and said, with an emotion I can never forget,- ! my dear -\f ,e£ ’oVHnXd of elegant wedding cake to dream on, thus gives the result of nis experience: We put it under the head of our pillow, shut our eyes sweetly us an infant, and, blessed with an •red prodigiously. Park Benjamin thu* gracefully thanks the “ Vng- n,” for the pleasure she gave him one evening, at Trippler Hall. It is one of the sweetest things yet elic ited from our native poets by the surpassing charms >f the noble Swede.—Savannah Republican. sr,;' liter still worked at his riy he gathered his mighty Lost. [a^ghtllic eagle on her wings fo war, Imbkln and the fendwred tube Bnrictt her iagg" trfliurrow in tlie groui ight Plei cigb and *< n the battle sound 1 r train to fly, r, each succeeding year! i God, that mighty God wlmfolet abovt vith his col'ler ouchcd has occurred, I would not have for a thousand worlds.’ ” The close of this pass-age in career, makes too complete a p omitted. Returning from his Minister to Russia, broken harmed you | Kordreumdhe Itott'at Randolph’s icturc to be mission as health, sick i That would brii easy conscience, soon snored prodigto Thu god of dreams gently touched us, j lo ! in fancy we were married! Never v ! a little editor so happy. It was “my lovi | '■ ilcarest,” “ sweetest,” ringing ill our e [every moment. Oh! that the dream 1 i been broken off here. But no, some c J genius put it into the head of our ducky to 1 have pudding for dinner, just to pies J I lord. In a hungry dream we sat down to din- Well, tlie pudding moment arrived, e is love Mil •: N. A Itnndolpli and Clay: ' INCIDENTS OF A DUEL. We select from the biography of John Randolph, by Hugh A. Garland, the follow- :ounti of a duel between rhe*o two: Notwithstanding' tho nbiurdity of- tlte eOdo< of ".honor? as it " lidlCTllmisjy leart—at death’s door—ho went into the Sen ate Chamlier, and took his seat in the rear of Mr. Clay. That gentleman happened at that time to he on his feet addressing the Sen ate. “Raise, me up,” said Randolph, “I want to hear that voice again.” When Mr. Clay had concluded his remarks, which were very few, ho turned round to see from what quarter that singular voice proceeded. See ing Mr. Randolph, and that he was in a dy ing condition, he left his place and went to S|»cak to him ; as he approached, Mr. Ran dolph said to the gentleman with him, “Raise me. up.” As Mr. Clay offered his hand, li ‘leeping, whom lately had bound On the ,»d there lay the ’ the truth of that midnight spell And restless, the pillow was pressing. For he felt through die sl.adowy mist of 1 His loftiest hopes now possessing; Yet the printer worked on, ’mid silcr And dug for ambition iU lowliest to termed, ibo following account shows innate nobleness of diameter that' will be ap preciated by.all good and gfentirien: “The niglit before :1m duel,” says Gen. James Hamilton, of South Carolina, “ Mr. Randolph sent for me. I found him calm, but in a singularly kind and confident mood. Ho told mo that lie had something on liis mind to tell me. He then remarked, ‘Ham ilton, 1 have determined to receive, without returning. Clay’s fire; nothing shall induce roc to harm a hair of his head; I will not make his wife a widow or his children or phans. Their tears would ho shed over his grave; but when tho sod of Virginia rests on my liosotn, there is not in this, wide world one individual to pay this tribute upon mine.” His eyes filled, and. resting his head upon his hand, we remained some moments silent. I replied, • My dear friend (for ours was a sort of posthumous friendship, bequeathed -by o«r mothers.) I deeply regret that you hive month 111 c<l this subject to me; for you >eall frpoti me to go to the field and to see ydwshof dmvn, or to assume the responsibili ty, in* regard to your own life, in sustaining your, determination to throw it away. But mid, ‘‘.Mr. Randolph, I hope yon are better, eir,”\ “ Nor air,” replied Randolph, “Io a dying man, and I come here expressly Jiavothhjinterview with you. They grasped hands and parted, never ttfect i Spelling at School— A Rich Scene. Master Memorus Word well was the best speller in school, and what is more, knew it and prided himself greatly on his accom plishment. It happened one day' that tho “ cut and iplit ” fur tho fire fell short, and Jonas Patch -vas out wielding tho axe in school time. He had been at work about half an hour, when Memotus, who was perceived to have less to do than the rest, was sent out to take his place. He w&s about ten years old, ami four younger than Jonas. “ Memorus, you may go out and spell Jonas.” Our hero did iubjoct, a man’s own conscience n bosom arc tho best monitors. I will vise, but under tlie enormous and un provoked personal insult yon have offered Mr, Clay, I cannot dissuade. I feel bound, however, to comniuuicate to Colonel Tattnall your decision,’ Ho begged me not to do so, irtwl •he-ryras very much afraid that /Tattnall 'would- take the studs and refuse to go out with-him.’' 1, however, sought Col. Tattnall, nwd we repaired about midnight to Mr. Randolph’s lodging, whom wo found ilitig Milton’s great poem. For ‘ ,!J * - * permit us r- — nients Jw did in relation to the approaching duel; and be at onco commenced one of those delightful criticisms ou a passage of this poet in which lie was wont so enthusiastically lo indulge. After n pause. Colonel Tattnall remarked, 4 Mr. Randolph, I am told you have deter mined not to return Mr. Clay’s fire; I mus say to you, my dear sir, if l am only to go out to see you shot down, you must find some other friend.' Mr. Randolph ed that such i his determination. After much conversation on the subject, I induced Colonel Tattnall to allow Mr. Randolph to tako bis own course, as his withdrawal, aa one of his friends, might lead to very injuri ous misconstructions. At last, Mr. Randolph, smiling, said, •Well?'Tattnall, I promise you one thing, if I see tho devil in Clay’s ej and that with malice prepense he means take my life, I may change my mind.’ remark I knew he made merely to pro pitiate the anxieties of his friend, Mr. Tatt nall. not think of the Y master used tlie :hed hi is used with refer • Hnv’i spellin :old back to himself. Q ntitig him a ride extraordinary on his favorite hobby.— So he put his spelling hook under his arm, sras out at the woodpile with the speed boy rushing lo play. “Ye got ycr ipclliu lesson, Jonas ?” was his first saluta- -" '• lookced ncan to cut up this plaguy great or no spellin. before I go ' nau as neve keep warm here cboppi as freeze up there in that tamaT seat.” “Well, the master sent me ot hear you spell.” “ Did he ? well, put oui words, and I’ll spell.” Memorus beiti^ distinguished a speller, Jonas did not doubt but that ho was really sent out on this errand. So our deputy spelling master mounted tho top of the wood pile just in front of Jonas put out words to .his temporary pupil, who still kept on cutting out chips. “Do y« know where the lesson begins, Jonas?” “No, 1 don’t; but l sposol shall find out now “ Well, here ’tis.” (They both belonged the same class) “ Spell A-bom-i-na-tion.” Jo nas spells. A-bom-liom a-boro (in the mean time up goes tho axe high in the air,) i a-bom-i (down it goes again chuck into the wood) n-bom-i-ua (up it goes again) tion, a-bom-i-na-tion ; chuck -goes the again, and at the same time out flies a furious chip, and hits Memorus on the nose. At this moment tlie master appeared jus corner of the schoolhouse, with one foot still on the threshold. “ Jonas, why don’t you come in ? did’ut I send Memorus out to spell you ?” “ Yes, sir, and he has been spelling if he spelt . how could I . here ?”' At this tho master’s eye caught Me- roorus perched upon the top-stick, with his book opeu upon his lap, rubbiug-liis t of putting out the *• Mr. Clay and himself met at four o’clock the succeeding evening, .ou the banks of tho Potomac. But he saw ‘no devil in,the eye of Mr. Clay,’ but a man fearless and expensing llio mingled sensibility and firm- For the happy a full cup of sudnt c talcs which that dark host shall For life and il Yankee Doodle v.'itli Variations. We have a young lady acquintance who a very fine performer ou the piano. Call- g at her house the other afternoon for a few moments, she entertained us with a few fa- o pieces, together with two of the most admired songs of the day. Now, our friend' sighi and a huge slice almost obscured froi the plate beforo us. “ My dear,” said we fotidly, “ did you make this I” “ Yes, love—ain’t it nice?” “ Glorious—the best bread pudding I ever tasted in my life.” "Plum pudding, ducky,” suggested my wife. “ O no, dearest, bread pudding, I always was fond of ’em.” “Call that bread pudding!” exclaimed my wife, while her pretty lips curled slightly with contempt. “ Certainly, my dear—reckon I’- enough at the Sherwood House to know.— Bread pudding, my love, by all means.” rathe Husband this is really too bad. Plum pudding is twice as hard to make as bread pudding and is more expensive, and is a great deal better. I say this is plum pudding, sir,” and my pretty wife’s brow flushed with excitement. “ My love, my sweet, my dear love,” ex claimed .ve, soothingly, “ do not get angry I'm sure its very good, if it is bread pud- “ But, sir, I say it ain’t bread pudding.” “And, madam, I say it is bread pud- “ You mean, low wretch.” fondly replied ! my wife, iu a high toue, “ You know it' unity t lid J pi pudding.” « ihen, ma’am, it is so meanly put togeth er, and so badly burned, that the devil him self, wouldn’t know it. I tell you, madam, most distinctly and emphatically, and I will not be coutradicted, that it is bread puddinj the street, tho parlor is not proof to the rude gaz< passers by, or of those who are so rude as take advantages of too common fault in constructing dwellings, in cities. While in the midst of her musical efforts, a tall, young in who had just made egress from ! anti the meanest smu ui uiai. cos” where he was born and raised, i “It is plum pudding!” shrieked chanced to saunter along the street, and j as she hurled a glass of claret in my face, the charmed with the novel music but rather' glass itself “tapping the claret” uninformed as to the conventional rules of j nose, city society,approached the parlor window, ! “Bread pudding!” gasped we, pluck to and with eyes dilated and mouth extended, ! the Inst, and grasping a roasted chicken by stood there enraptured while she sang “Give , the left leg. a cot in the valley 1 love.” . j “ Plum pudding!” rose above the din, “ Are you fond of music ?” inquired the j I had a distinctive perception of feeling t\ lady, who is fond of a bit of sport. I plates smash across my head. “ Well, I am that very thiug,” retorted the j “ Bread pudding ?” wo groaned in rage, blunt •Kentuckian. * 1 as the chicken .left our hand, and flying with “Do you play?” asked our friend in a I swift wing across the table,landed in madam’ quizzical manner. bosom. “ I can play right smart tunes on the file,” I “ Plum pudding!” resounded the war-cry said the countryman, “ but d n me if I' from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us ever saw any body play on a bureau before!” | where we had been depositing the first part •I'm.:.. * I;- * - - — ’ -* * • of beets landed call a piano, sir,” said , of our dinner, and the performer, “ did you never hear of such upon a white vest, an instrument ?” “ No, sir-cc,” said Kentuck, J “ Bread pudding, forever!” shouted wi “there’s no such critters in our parts, as 1 defiance, dodging the soup tureen, and falling that, but it makes mighty nice kiud o’music ? beneath its contents. Can you play Yankee Doodle on that ma-! “Plum pudding!” yelled the amiable chine ?” said lie suddenly, and with great spouse, as, noticing our misfortune she deter- keep us down by piling upon earnestness of manucr. Tho lady answered in tlie affirmative, and this popular national air, with variations was preformed in truly artistic style. But the uncultivated ear of the rustic could hardly ngle strain of his much loved turn close of the piece he exclaimed— “ Is that Yankee Doodle?” “ Yes, sir, that is Yankee Doodle with the variations,” “Well?” ejaculated Kentuck, thrusting each hand into a pocket preparatory to a may do for you city folks, but give me the naked doodle ?”—And off ho v which belonged lo tho occasion. “ I shall never forget this scene, as long I live. It lias been my misfortune to wit- iss several duels, but 1 never saw one, at tut in its sequel, so deeply affecting. Tho was just setting behind the blue hills of Randolph’s own Virginia. Hero were two of the moot extraordinary men our country in its prodigality had produced, about to meet a mortal combat. Whilst Tattnall was load ing Randolph’s pistols, I approached my liold friend, I believed, for the last time.I took the blunder, and there his hand; there was not in its touch the quivering of one pulsation. He turned to me and said, ‘Clay is calm, but not vindictive —I hold my purpose, Hamilton, in any event; remember this.’ On hauding him l: :^.i t.,...ii ...... his pistol, Co!. Tattnall sprang the hair-trig ger. Mr. Randolph said, 4 Tattnall, although I am one of the best shots in Virginia, with «ttber a pistol or gun, yet I never fire with the hair trigger ; besides, I have a thick buckskin glove on, which will destroy the delicacy of my touch, and the trigger may fly beforo I know where I am.’ But, from his great solicitude for his friend, Tattnall ii aated upon hairing the trigger. On taking their position, the fact turned out as Mr. Randolph anticipated; hia pistol went off be fore the word, with the muzzle down. worn of the column. Ac-com mo-da-tion, pronounced Memorus in a broken but louder voice than before; for he lied caught a glimpse of the master, and he wished to let him know that he was doing his duty. This was too much for the master’s gravity. He perceived the mistake, and, without saying more, wheel ed back into the school room, almost burst ing with the most tumultuous laugh that he ever tried to suppress. The scholars won dered at his looks, and grinned in spmpathy. But in a few minutes Jonas came In, fol- lowed by Memorus, with his spelling book, who exclaimed, “ I have heard him spell clean through the whole lesson, and he did’ut spell none of’em right.” The master could longer, and the scholars perceived ir, and there was one simultaneous roar from pedagogue and pupils; the schol ars laughing twice as loua and uproariously in consequence of being permitted to laugh iu school-time, and to do it with the accom paniment of the master. IF 1 Somebody says that a young lady should always ask the four following questions before accepting the hand of a young man: Is he honest ? Is he kind of heart - ? Can he support me comfortably ! Does he take a Newspaper and pay for it in advance ! “ Do yon drink hail in America !” asked a t no, we drink thunder and light ning !” replied the Yankee. Chances of marriage. The following curious statement by Dr. Granville, was drawn up from tlie register ed cases of eight hundred and seventy-six married women in Franee; and is the first ever constructed tS exhibit to ladies their chances of marriage at various ages. Of the eight hundred and seventy six females there i married: of Age. By this matrimonial ladder, it would ap pear, that nineteen and twenty are the ages most preferred; and that on the road of life, the fortieth milestone points out the por tal of old maidism, over which is inscribed— “ Loscixtc ogm speronxa Yoi che entrate; py The London National Gazette says that the wearing of moutiuchc* is conducive to health. It affirms that the moustache, meting as a part of the breathing apparatus, absorb the cold of the air before it enters the nostrils, and are, consequently a preserva tive against consumption. This will be good news to the ladies, who suffer so much from that disease. bead the dishes with no gentle hand. Then in rapid succession followed the war •‘ Plum pudding 1” shrieked she with dish. “ Bread pudding 1” in smothered tone came up from the pile \n reply. Then was “ plum pudding” in rapid successio the last cry growing feebler, till just as I a distinctly recollect, it had grown to a whispc “ Plum pudding” resounded like tliunuc followed by a tremendous crash, as my wife leaped upon the pile with her delicate feet, and commenced jumping up and down— when, thank Heaven, we awoke, and thus saved our life. We shall never dream wedding cake again—that’s the moral. Fashionable Manners.—There is a set of people whom I cannot bear; tho pinks of fashionable propriety; whose every word is precise and whose every movement iptionable; but •ho, though versed alf the categorys of polite behavior, have i a particle of soul or cordiality about them. We allow that manners may be abundantly correct. There may be elegance in every gesture; and gracefulness in every position; not a smile out of place, and not a step that would not bear the severest scrutiny. This is very fine; but what I want is the heart and gaiety of social intercourse—the frank- that spreads animation around it—the eye that speaks affably to all, that chases ti midity from every bosom, and tells every man in company to be confident and happy. “ Be courteous,” and not the sickening for mality of those who walk by rule, and would reduce the whole of human life to a wire bound system of misery and restraint.—Dr. Chalmers. TO JENNY I -MUAH ! HUAH ! ' COMPROMISES. About the ninth name on the recorder’s list, yesterday rooming, was that of Bill Bun- I heard yon sing, oh Northern bird, II the raptured si But when you sung ytrnr na I heard the gushing rills, And felt the bracing winds t But high a And saw tlie lierdsn Responsive to their floel And “ huali! huah P to my ear By distance made more sweet Came echoed back until the soum Were gurgling at my feet, And so I said, a happy land Tlie land of Swede must be, When every gale tluit wafts her Is full.if melody. Your i scd. oh Northern hiid ! Yet still the Herdsman’s call Went floating through the frescoed forms Mclhonght, how wonder grow A language to the heart! Story ot a Dishonest Clerk. The Boston Traveller relates the follow ing :—Some month _ constables traced a quantity of stolen goods to a young clerk in oueof the large wholesale stores in tho vicinity of Milk-street, where incss to the amount, perhaps, of a million more is carried on during the year. The cer in the first place informed the young a of his discovery, and he acknowledged crime. He then went to a member of tho firm, and informed liim also of what hai taken place. The merchant seemed to b troubled, said that the boy had for some time been with him, and to all appearauecs faithful clerk ; that ho had sole control of a mm containing SI00,000 worth of goods, ith several lads under him, &c., and further stated that lie paid him for his services $3,50 eek. The officer asked if the young did not pay nearly that amo I, washing, &c. The mercli knowlcdged that lie probably did. He then called the boy down, and asked him to confes the whole truth, which he did, with tears i his eyes, and promises of reformation. Tho ree times before he vouchsafed to inform e court that he was its owner. Recorder. Buntcr, what arc you ? Buntcr. Well, I ain’t much, your honor, > how you can fix it. I think you may call e the Compromise Bill, for I have been tlie victim of compromises through my life. My •cry birth, I used to hear my brother say, vas a matter of compromise between Death ml the Doctor—Death finally consenting to et me live, intimating pretty broadly, how- iver, that I’d never be no account Recorder. Ycs, and tho watchman informs ne that you endeavored to bring the spirit of ompromise into play when you were arrest ed last night; you told him that if lie would lot you oft*, you would treat. This, of itself. for which yoi serve to bo punished—it is an attempt to cor rupt the stream of justice at its source. Hunter. It may have bccti, sir, but I did not view it in that light. The watchman talked of the majesty of the law—I dwelt on the liberties of the citizen, and I certainly did think that both could be harmonized over a brandy toddy. Recorder. But you found the watchman was not to bo tampered with—that he would not forego dis duty. Buntcr. I did, your honor, and it was just as 1 thought it would be. From my ear liest youth up, as I have already told your honor, I have been a compromiser, and I never remember an instance in which I had not the worst of the bargain. I compromis ed with my schoolmaster, by agreeing to as sist him in teaching the juvenile class ; he, on his part, agreeiug not to ask me to learn my Greek or Latin. My sweet-heart jilted me after making the most fervent protestations of undying love, and married a miserable d—1, who had nnlhiug merchant then told the officer that lie wished recommend him but a taste for music and a moustache. I was fool enough to compromise the matter with her, because she invited me to stand sponsor for her first child. If tho ghost of my defunct tailor could burst the cements of tlie tomb, he would whisper in my ear compromise! compromise!! compromise!!! Amt again— Recorder. I have heard enough of your history, Mr. Buntcr. I simply wish to know how it is you were out in the street at so late an hour last night, and without knowing where to go ? Buntcr. Well, your honor, it was because consider as to liis course. When the officer called again, the young man still con tinued at his old employment, with this dif ference—that he had increased his pay to $6 per week. The officer asked how the boy got along, to which his master replied, “ Ad- * 'ably, admirably ; I have not a better ser vant in store.” Thus ended the matter and the young man still continues at liis old stand, with a firm intention to deserve, by future good conduct, the confidence which, perhaps, he so little deserved by his previous course. A Striking Example of Fidelity in Negro. Our friend Mr. Bonner, of tho firm of Bonner & Smith, related to us yesterday, the history of a negro who has lately returned of a servant to his master, that h under our notice. About two years gentleman from Mississippi went to Califor- *a, taking with liim his favorite slav an, by the name of Walter. On arriviug California, the Mississippi gentleman pro ceeded to the mines, where he was soon at tacked by a severe and lingering disease, which prevented liis pursuing his labor.— In the meantime the negro, Walter, attended his master’s sick bed, administered faithfully to all his wants, and devoted fractions of time to working in tlie mines, thus acquiring the means of procuring the necessities and com forts of life for his master. Finally, the mas ter died in a strange and dreary country, among careless, reckless and indifferent men, who would not turn aside without a very large remuneration, to aid the negro to mit the remains of his master to mother earth. By appropriating, however, all his accumulations to that object, lie succeeded giving his master a decent burial, and col lecting all his papers and property together, of the evil star of my destiny—compromise! I owed my landlady a week’s rent. “Bun- ” said she to mo, when I went in about o’clock—“ Buntcr, your week’s up—you know my terms—pay every week.” “I know it ma’am,” said I. “ Disappointment, you know, in remittance—exceedingly anx- settle—hard up at the present time— will be flush next week—make all right. In lautimc what say you to a compromise ?” :plied: “She wasn’t agoin’to be hum bugged in that way.” I spoke of the beou- ’es of the compromise system. She said: Fiddlc-do-de!” I became eloquent on the compromise, and referred to the efforts of Clay, Webster, Foote, and others, in behalf of my favorite doctrine. She neither appre ciated my argument nor my theory : demand ed, preremptorily five dollars; finding it in convenient to pay it, I had to quit. This ac counts for my presence in the street, und for my meeting with the watchman. I shall now try my favorite doctrine with your Honor and ask you to compromise tho matter, by letting me off without asking from me jail fees, which, in truth, I have not to pay. The Recorder consented to the proposi tion, with the promise that Mr. Bunter should leave the city, which he agreed to do. Having effected this one compromise to his satisfaction, Bunter Jeft the office, appa rently as rejoiced as if ho had gained a great political or diplomatic triumph. deposited them in some safe place. He then proceeded with liis labor in digging and washing for gold, and after a long period of hard, devoted labor, succeeded in accumula ting more than a thousand dollars of gold dust. He then proceeded to the coast, took the steamer, arrived in this city a few days ago, and presented himself to Mr. Bonner at A Practical Application.—The follow ing evidence of precocity is related by a co temporary. ThiAii au “ age of pro^ressj” “Never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day,” said an advising mother to her child. “ Well, then mamma, let us eat the cran berry, pie,” was the precious reply. The degree of ".bachelor of arts has been conferred on a female graduate of Oberlin College. bis counting room, with a letter from his de ceased master and a bag of gold dust. The letter informed Mr. Bonner of the fidelity and devotion of Walter to his poor roaster, begged that he would protect his interest, and see that he was duly emancipated. Mr. Bonner gave the faithful negro a warm grasp of tne hand, and told him that he would carry out his master’s request, with the deep est interest and solicitude for the welfare and^rosperity of so faithful a servant.—N. GF*The following is said to have been among the writings of the great and pious Luther:—“ For my part, I cannot oppose He Likf.s IIer.—Somebody whobas heard Miss Lind sing, thus addressed a friend in the ked’ntry thro’ Holden’s Magazine : “ Come and hear her! Sell your old clothes, dispose of your antiquated boots, dis tribute your bats, hypothecate your jewelry, come on the canal, work your passage, walk, take up a collection to pay your expenses, raise money on a mortgage, sell * Tom’ into perpetual slavery, dispose of ‘ Bose,’ to the highest bidder, stop smoking for a year, give up tea, coffee and BUgar, dispense with bread, meat, ‘ garden sass,’ and ‘ sicb like’ luxuries—only get the needful change, < elevate the breeze,’ and then come anu hear Jenny ! But I am at the bottom of my pa per and I must close, in a state of excitement unparalleled since that of Adam when he woke up one fine morning and saw Eve ‘ making the tea’ and getting breakfast in tho back yard of his country seat. “ Essentially yours. ——— l^ Small things in the hands of Provi dence, deprive men of life in this world.— Pope Adrian lost his life by a gnat. A dis tinguished Romish counsellor lost his life by hair. Anacreon, the famous Greek poet. lost his life by the teed of a grape. The Em peror Charles the Sixth, was deprived of his life by a mushroom. EP* We heard a good joke once of a party of young fellows who found fault with tho butter on the boarding house table. “ Tiru ~* who may wish to marry several I is the matter with it?” said the mistress. “Just wives, and I do not think such plurality • yo i ask it,” said oue, “ it is old enough to contrary to holy scripture.” | speak for itself.”