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POETRY.
[FROM THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.]
The Old Oak Tree.
I would I were a child again,
As when I sported free,
Upon the green sward through the glen
Beneath the Old Oak Tree.
My father’s calm and thoughtful brow
In memory still I see ;
My mother’s smiles are on me now,
Beneath the Old Oak Tree.
The sunshine falls as warm and bright,
As freely breathes the air,
The streams still dances down as light,
The flowers still bloom as fair.
Wher’er my tearful eyes may range,
Familiar spots I see :
The scene I loved seem slow to change
Around the Old Oak Tree.
But gone are all those cherished forms
I gazed on when a child,
Like Autumn’s leaves when early storms
Sweep through the woodlands wild.
And all alone within the glen
I linger musingly,
And wish I were a child again
Beneath the Old Oak Tree.
MISCELLANE0 US.
Women and Extravagance.
The Philadelphia Ledger is down on the
expensive habits of the fair sex, and looks
forward to the time when a taste for palaeial
dwellings and ‘thousand dollar cashmeres’
will cover the land with bankruptcy and
sheriff’s sales. Listen to the cynic:
The Effects of the System.—Leaving
politics, we enter a subject which ‘comes
home to men’s business and bosoms,' ex
travagance in living—where will it end ]
In a revulsion, and a temporary return to
more rational habits. Who are in fault ?
Doth sexes but women chiefly. What are
the results ? Rapid changes of condition ;
severe struggles to make or save appearance
and obstacles to marriage whieh affect both
sexes, but chiefly the showy sex. The sub
ject is old, but not the less important for its
age; and it has excited snarling denuncia
tion in all ages; because, in all ages which
have produced any civilization, many men
and all women have seen the same race of
competition in dress, equipage, house, fes
tivity and ostentations. Poets, in all ages,
have denounced the extravagance of women
Isaiah and Jeremiah gave it to the Hebrew
belles, Aristophanes to the Greek, Horace
and Juvenal to the Roman ; the Italians and
French have smarted under it, and the
English have had it to repletion. Still it
has proceeded, the same in all ages, grow
ing continually worse, till it fell by its own
weight, and was succeeded by a temporary
and only temporary, reformation. And as
there is considerable human nature in man,
and still more in woman, we do not expect
to produce a reformation. But we can sat
isfy our conscience, have our say; and set
the wise to thinking. And leaving the He
brews, Syrians, Greeks and Romans of an
tiquity, and the Italians and French of the
middle ages, we come down to the people
of our own country, and especially our own
city, in the present age.
‘My punishment is greater than I can bear.’
But abandoning a home for a camp does
not extinguish all the evils, for the expen
sive wardrobe remains. And driving peo
ple from hordes to hotels is not the only
evil of this extravagance. A greater evil
than all this is its diminution of women’s
chances. Do you Understand ladies ? If
not, we will explain. The first and continu
‘ ally present idea of every woman, so soon
as she enters her teens, is, that she was born
to be married. She is educated for it, dress
ed for it, thinks for it, acts for it, tries for it.
But marriage has become an extensive re
lation. Hence no man or woman without
a fortune can afford to marry anything but
a fortune, and as fortunes are few compara
tively, man, and especially women without
them have very few chances for marriage.
A yonng man without wealth cannot afford
to marry a woman without it, though she
be an angel from Heaven. Therefore he
must turn fortune hunter, and be despised
for his motives even by those willing to have
him. And therefore while the portionless
damsel must regard single blessedness as
her rule, and marriage as the exception, the
wealthy belle has the gratifying conscious
ness of being sought by adventurers for her
wealth. Consolatory to the portionless !—
Complimentary to the wealthy. The major
ity of young men in our cities are now in
the condition of a young, fisherman on the
banks of the Potomac, who had been en
gaged for a few months to a ‘country girl,’
and she becoming impatient for the cererao
ny, suggested a ratification. Looking un
usually grave, he replied, ‘No corn! No
meat ? And fishing season most over ; Good
Lord, Susey, I can’t 1’ We ask each of the
multitudes of young women who are was
ting their best hours in disappointments,
and who were born for something better, to
reflect seriously upon the seasons which
compel the majority of nice young men to
say to themselves; ‘Good Lord, Susey, I
can’t.’
Houses are continually expanding, till
nothing less will satisfy a wealthy citizen
now, or rather a wealthy citizen’s wife, than
an edifice that would have dazzled even roy
alty in the days of Charlemange or Edward
the Confessor. And furniture is continually
growing more gorgeous, till it puts out of
countenance all descriptions in the Arabian
Nights or the Books of revelations. And
dress, aye, dress, the dress of women, has
expanded m expense till a modern mer
chant’s wife, in walking through Chesnut
street, carries more value on, not in, her pre
cious person, Lhan the Queen of Sheba or
Queen Elizabeth, or Madame Pompadour
could show in their whole wardrobes. The
Quakers have contended against it more
stoutly than any other people. But Qua
kers being human, are compressible like the
test of humanity, and therefore cannot en
tirely resist an external pressure which
crushes all others. Hence it costs five times
as much to rig even a Quaker now as it did
fifty years ago. They adhere with some
tenacity to old forms and colors: and mod
ern fabrics, as a general rule, are better in
quality and more cheaply made than an
cient. But notwithstanding all this, no
modern Quakeress can dress for as little
money as her grandmother did. But with
the world’s who are not confined to cuts and
colors, and with whom change is a passion
the annual wardrobes alone of a modern
belle costs more than did her grandmother’s
annual house keeping.
Who are responsibte for all this 2 We
say the women chiefly. They continually
run a race of ostentation ; each one striving
to exceed her neighbor, of the same circle in
a dwelling, in an equipage, in furniture, iu
dress and in entertaining. And as the great
moral law dispenses justice and retribution
to all for every thing, women being most
in fault for all this extravagance, are the
principal sufferers. Great hotels and exten
sive boarding houses are multiplying in all
our great cities, and especially in New York
and Philadelphia; and families are abandon
ing housekeeping for apartments in hotels
and boarding houses. The New York Tri
bune pronounces this a change for the bet
ter. Perhaps it is; but we will not argue
that question now. Families rush to hotels
to avoid the expense of housekeeping ; for
husbands and fathers say that high rents,
high furniture, high marked, and high en
tertainments make them cry out like Cain;
“In a Horn.’
Some years ago the expression, “in a
horn” was in a common vogue particularly
among the “b’hoys” of that day. A French
man lately come into the city, and speaking
not very intelligible English, related to an
American his sufferings about “in a horn.”
“De first day l arrive in your vare fine
city, I see one small sans colottes; * von vare
small little boy wis papers in his hands.—
I say:
“Leetle garcon, where abous be de Park
Hotel City ?”
“He say to me, ‘Dam! who you call gos
soon ? You find de Park, in a horn.’
“I tink what ‘in a horn’ mean; but I no
find him out by my brain. So I go a leetle
further and speak to one man in de street
who go thump, thump, wis a big baton ;
you call him one paver. I say:
“Sare, you can tell me where Broadway
street be, for I loose my way 1”
“He say, ‘You old ass jack, you old quiz,
dis be Broadway, ‘in a horn.”
“I tink, and tink, but I no comprehend
what it mean. What can him be ‘in a horn’
say ? It must be some great man, or some
great thing in de city ; so I stop and ask
nudder man, and I say to him :
“What mean dis ‘in a horn ?’
“He look at me, he put one finger at his
nose and he say :
“You one dam ole fool ‘in a horn.’
“Den I get mad ; I find my way home.
I go quick to my room, and I take my book
dictionarie, and I look for ‘horn.’ Sacre !
I find him belong to one cow, one goat.—
Den I recollect I was one dam quiz, and I
trow down de dictionarie, I jump on him
and say, “You go to one devil, ‘in a horn.’”
[JV. Y. Atlas.
Shanghai Sheep.—Sheep all the way
from China, good reader 1 Something of a
novelty that. We are accustomed, thanks
to Yaukee adventure, to the terms. Shang
hai chickens, Shanghai eggs, &c., but we
had no idea that the subject’of the Brother
of the Sun and fifty-third Cousin of the
Moon had any knowledge of the value of
the wool clip or the taste of the mutton
chops.—One would imagine that Chinese
sheep would be like everything else that is
Chinese—queer, old and quizzical. But no
such thing. These two lambs—for they
are young ’uns—are quite as simple and
wooly, and dirty, and respectable looking
as the most civilized of their European or
American brethren. It’s of no use saying
“Chow chow,” or “Tclii ki” to them; they
don’t understand the green tea language.
A long voyage they have had of it. from
Shanghai, on the other side of the globe to
New York—which is already a trip long
enough to frighten any decent sheep—and
then from New-York to this city of abomi
nations. Theyi appear to take it quietly,
however, and thoroughly to understand
the difference between people who wear
tight indispensables and those who sport
baggy-ones. The two innocent little big
lambs, propose emigrating to the prairies
of Texas shortly, and we expect to hear of
their lying down peaceably in the same
flock with the Mexican and Vermont speci
mens of their tribe. So ba-a it!—N, O.
Picayune,
“Cato, what do you suppose is the
reason that the sun goes towards the south
iu the winter ?” said a gentleman to his con
fidential servant.
“Well, I don’t know, massa, unless he no
stand the ‘clemency of the norf, and so am
obliged to go to the souf, where he speriences
warmer longitumtude,” was the philosophic
reply.
Cramp ia the Stomach.
Since the Maine law has passed, there
has been a great deal of manoeuvering, aud
it has required all the skill and ingenuity
that Yankees are capable of, for the down
east topers toget their liquor.
Deacon— —, was considered, in the
village where he resided, a pretty strict
man, but all men have faults, and the dea
con was not exempt from his. His great
fault was the love of a little liquor, now and
then. But how to get it was a question
which often arose in his mind, but which he
could never answer. But withal the Dea
con was a shrewd man, as Yankees in gen
eral are, (at least they have that reputation)
and he finally hit upon a plan, which he
thought would take.
He went to the village doctor, who was
a particular friend of his, and communica
ted his plan to him. The Doctor who was
fond of a joke, and who also loved a “social
glass,” consented to join him.
The plan was this : There was a store
in the village licensed to sell liquor for pure
ly medical purposes. To this they were to
repair on the next evening, and while there
the Deacon was to be suddenly seized with
a violent cramp in the stomach. The doc
tor was to prescribe a hot brandy punchand
a sweat. Of course the Deacon had no li
quor at home, and the rest follows.
The night in question found them there.
The store was filled with the usual compli
ment of loafers aud farmers, some convers
ing, others smoking, etc. All at once the
Deacon commenced—
“Oh, oh ! such a cramp in my stomach !
oh!”
“Where,” asked the Doctor* rising and
going up to Lira—“where 1”
“Right here,” said the Deacon placing
his hand on the pit of the stomach, and
pressing it, at the same time making the
most horrible grimaces, as if in great pain.
“Go right home,” said the Doctor, “and
Lake a hot brandy punch, and then go to
bed and take a sweat. Have you any li
quor at home!”
“No!” replied the Deacon ; “oh oh.”
“Then you must have some, and right
off, too,” replied the Doctor. “Have you
nothing you can get it in ?”
“Here is a bottle,” said the Deacon, at
the same time thrusting his hand into his
capacious pocket, and drawing forth a large
quart bottle, “thatI brought down toget
some vinegar in, but I suppose the folks
can do without it to-night.”
The brandy was forthwith produced and
the Deacon, who had been making wry fa
ces, varied with occasional “oh’s,” left the
store together with the Doctor, who said
he would accompany him to see him safe
home; and about half-an hour later, as the
two sat before a blazing fire, taking “a so
cial glass,” they had a hearty laugh over
the manner in which they obtained it.
It is needless to say that the Deacon was
effectually cured of “cramp in the stom
ach.”
Influence of a Newspaper.—A school
teacher who has been engaged a long time
in his profession, and witnessed the iufluenee
of a newspaper upon the minds of a family
of children, writes to the editor of the Og
densburg Sentinel as follows:
I have found it to be an universal fact,
without exception, that those scholars of
both sexes, and of all ages, who have had
access to newspapers at home, when com
pared with those who have not, are—
1. Better readers, excelling in pronuncia
tion and emphasis, and, consequently, read
more understanding^.
2. They are better spellers, and define
words with greater ease and fluency.
3. They obtain a practical knowledge of
geography in almost half the time it re
quires others, as the newspaper has made
them familiar with the location of the im
portant places, nations, their governments,
and doings on the globe.
4. They are better grammarians, for hav
ing become so familiar with every variety
of style in a newspaper, from the common
place advertisements to the finished and
classical oration of the statesman, they more
readily comprehend the meaning of the
text, and consequently analyze its construc
tion with accuracy.
5. They write better compositions, using
better language, containing more thoughts,
more clearly and connectedly expressed.
6. Those young men who have for years
been readers of the. newspapers, are always
taking the lead in the debating society, ex
hibiting a more extensive knowledge' upon
a greater variety of subjects, and expressing
their views with greater fluency, clearness
and correctness in the use of language.
Large Claim—AH the papers for a claim
of land have lately been filed with the Land
Commissioner in California, covered four
hundred square leagues of land, (3,000
square miles) to be located on the west
bank of the Sacramento river, extending
from Puta Creek to a point above Shasta
•ity, and reaching back to Clear Lake and
the Coast Range. The tract specified in
cludes nearly all of Shasta Colusi, and Yolo
counties. The claimants are the heirs of
Augustin de Iterbide, the first Emperor of
Mexico, who was banished, returned with a
military expedition, was taken prisoner and
shot.
Whiskerettes is the name of the lit
tle John beau-catcher’ that the ladies wear
on their cheeks in the place
“Where the whisker* ought to grow.’’
They are formed by drawing down a tuft
of hair from the temple, and corling it up
in the shape of a ram’s horn, or a pig’s tail
with an extra kink in it.
An Astounding Philosopher.
Sitting upon the chain that surrounds
the Park Fountain, the other evening, were
a couple of dilapidated dandies—bearing
hard upon the loaferish. One of them ap
peared to be all ears and not a particle of
gab. The philosopher that “done op” the
talking went it as follows
“Talk about the cosmography of the
world.—We don’t know no more how this
earth was made, nor what makes it circum
ambulate on its axes round the equator
than a dead man. I don’t believe nothing
what’s contrary to reason. How could the
earth been made when there’s nothing to
make it off ? Y"ou can’t make nothing out
of nothing no how.—I tell you, Tom the
earth was always here and always will be.
If the first folks were manufactured like
jugs out of clay, why ain’t they made so
nowadays ? Nater never changes in ber
operations, nor God neither. Talk about
the flood drowning the whole world—that’s
all gammon. There ain’t water enough in
the whole universe to do it. The big ark
of Noah’s was a big humbug as big as it’s
cracked up to be, it wasn’t bigger than a
steamboat. Now I’d like to know if that
was going to hold Noah’s family, and a pair
ofjall the beasts, birds, toads, snakes, and
other wermin on the face of the earth.
They must all been packed closer than a
thousand of bricks. Bible believers say it
was done by a miracle, why didn’t the Al
mighty save the whole lot on ’em on a
shingle, instead of putting old Noah to the
trouble and expense of building an ark ?
That’s what I should like to know. The
building of the tower of Babel by Melchiz-
ideck ain’t contrary to reason; but the con
founding of tongue business is all fol-lol.
There ain’t no doubt in my mind but the
workmen wasn’t well paid, so they qnit and
cut; and when they asked for their wages,
the boss pretended not to understand ’em.
Obadiah never made the sun stand still at
his command—he only made the people
believe so:—they hadn’t no watches nor
clocks in them times, and so they took it
for granted that what he said was all cor
rect. If the sun stood still, old Time, of
course, was thrown out of employment,
and all he had to do was to sit down upon
it; but we know very well that Time waits
for no man—not even for Mr. Obadiah.”
We left our irreligious philosopher, sit
ting upon the chain, still philosophizing.
ggrThe Spiritual Telegraph, for the
week, has a letter dated Wheeling, Va., Oct.
13, from Rev. J. B. Wolff, a Methodist (or
Ex-Methodist) clergyman, from which we
extract as follows :
The cause is progressing in Wheeling,
At one house writing is done in a trunk,
while it is locked, and the key in the own
er’s pocket. This has been done twenty
times, at a place ten miles west of this city.
Tables move without any contact. Of
course the people are excited, and will be
more so. One year ago it was said the
Jews would become interested in these man
ifestations. They are investigating, and
yet ridiculing. Three months ago a medi
um Wrote that, “new and convincing demon
strations are coming.” They are now on
hand. One medium is writing and speak
ing in languages never learned.
There is one clairvoyant here, who tells
the names of persons who have been dead
many years: but she is useless, because un
der the dominion of Sectarianism.
Alexander Campbell has lately delivered
himself, at Washington, Pa., before the stu
dents and citizens, of a speech thirty-four
pages in length, against phrenology, mes
merism, psychology, rappings, <fcc. It is
also published in The Harbinger.
A girl in this place, who is now a medi
um, undertook to laugh at the manifesta
tions through another medium. Immedi
ately she was seized with cramps and con
tortions of the face and limbs; and it was
with difficulty that self-destruction was pre
vented. Similar results follow whenever a
certain spirit manifests itself. I saw a slight
specimen of this kind of maniiestation last
night. At this same place the manifestations
are strong, but orthodoxy is fully sustained,
and parties seem determined to have it so.
They think that the spirits must be infalla-
ble, or the whole thing is a farce. This op
posing spirit is exercised by reading the
Bible. J. B- W.
A Good Story.
"We have heard a good story told of a
young fellow, residing in one of the tobacco
growing counties of Virginia, who recent
ly made his first visit to the capital of the
“Old Dominion,” for the purpose of selling
his crop, seeing his sights, and rubbing off
the rust which his backwoods “fetching up,”
had thrown upon bis manners. He reach
ed Richmond about the middle of Jtbe after
noon, and was fortunate in selling his crop
at an advantageous rate, and almost imme
diately. Meeting with an old sehoolmate,
one who had lived at that city long enough
to know its ways, he was advised to take up
his lodgings at Boyden’s the crack ho re
of the place, and thither be went with l. .g
and baggage. Just before dinner bis coun
try friend called upon him comfortably lo
cated in a room just at the head of tin. first
stairs. It was near dinnei time.
“Suppose we take somethiug to start an
appetite,” said the chap who had just come
down.
“Agreed,” rejoined the city friend, “a
glass of wine and bitters for me.”
“Let’B go down to the bar and get it; din
ner is almost ready;” continued the tobacco
grower.
“We might aa well have it up here,” was
the r.joinder.
“True enough, but how are we to call for
it?”
“Ring that bell there.”
“What bell.”
“Pull that rope hanging there.
The young fellow laid hold of the rope
and gave it a jerk, and just at that moment
the gong sounded for dinner. Never had
he heard such a sound before, and the rum
bling came upon his ear with a report
that stunned him. He staggered back fropi
the rope, raised both hands with horror, and
exclaimed:
“Great Jerusalem, what a smash! I’ve
broken every piece of crokerv in the house!
There ain’t a whole dish left! You must
stick by me old fellow,” addressing his friend
—“don’t leave me in this scrape, for ray
whole crop won’t half pay the breakage.
What did you tell me to touch that cursed
rope for?”
But before our friend* who was bursting
with laughter, could answer, a servant en
tered the room with;
“Did you ring the bell, sir?”
“Bell? no, no; blast your bell—I never
touched a bell in my life! What bell! I nev
er saw your bell.”
“Somebody rang the bell of this room,
that’s certain,” continued the servant.
“No they didn’t. There’s nobody here
ever saw a bell.” And then turning to his
friend, he exclaimed, aside: “Let’s He him
out of it; I shan’t have a cent to go home,
if I pay the entire damage. What do they
set such rascally traps for to take in folk*
from the country?”
After a violent fit of laughter, the friend
explained that it was only the gong sound
ing for dinner; a simple summons to “walk
down to soup,” got up on the Chinese plan.
They made their way to the dinitig room,
but it was some time before the young tobac
co grower could get over the stunning and
awful effects of that gong. “It was a god
send,” said he, “that the crash did not turn
my hair gray on the spot.”
General Scott.—The Washington Tele
graph, speaking of Gen. Scott since the
election, says:
By sunrise each morning, he has been
seen upon Pennsylvania avenue taking his
accustomed walk and exchanging saluta
tions with the friends whom be encounters.
On the night of bis nomination, he paid a
handsome compliment to Gen. Pierce in
the speech he addressed from his piazza to
the multitnde before him; and when Gen.
Pierce comes to our city he will undoubted
ly receive from the old hero a greeting in
the same spirit. During his administra
tion, also, should any emergency arise call
ing for his counsels, we predict the exis
tence of a most friendly and agreeable inti
macy between General Scott and President
Pierce. The feeling that operated on the
Polk administration towards him will not
find a place in the next; and he who shall
hereafter malign the name of Scott will
find an echo in the bosoms of but few who
own the name of Americans.
Why is a four quart jug like a la-
side-saddle ? Because it holds a gall
Quick believers need broad shoulders.
Slow believers need a fire in the rear.
The Methodist Church Case.—It was de
cided, by the United States Circuit Court,
in November last, that the Church South
was equally eRtitled with the Church North
to the property owned by them, as a united
establishment previous to their separation.
John W. Nelson, Esq., who- was appointed
commissioner to ascertain and adjust the
account between them, has just reported that
the amount of property, previous to the
separation, was 562,245 76 1-2. The pro
fits since that period, 1845* have been over
250,000 dollars. The Southern members
have received no share of the profits since
the separation, as the Northern members
who were in possession, claimed the whole
fund and profits. The South have now ta>
ken exceptions to the report, and the litiga
tion is not yet ended.
Charge it as Sugar.—“Mr. Green,” said
a tolerably dressed female, the other day,
entering a grocery in which were several
customers, “have you any fresh corned
pork!” *
“Yes ma,am.”
“How much is this sugar a pound !”
“One shilling, raa,am.”
“Let me have,” she continued, lowering
her voice, “half a pint of gin, and charge it
as sugar oa the book!”
An old lady who had been reading the
famous moon story very attentively, remark- '
ed with emphasis, that the idea of the moon
being inhabited was increditable to believe,
for,’ said she, ‘what becomes of the people,
jn the moon, when there’s nothing left of
jt but a little blue streak.’
“The sun is all very well, said an
Irishman, “but in my opinion the moon is
orth two ©f it; for the moon affords usJiglit
in the night time, when we really want it,
whereas we have the saa with us in.the day
time, when we have no occasion for it.”
“I say Pat,” said a Yankee
Irishman, who was digging in his
“are you digging out a hole in that ’ere
ion bed?”
“No,” says Pat, “I am digging out the
earth and leaving the "
Height of Folly.—For parents to live