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PtDIlTPISY
You Ask How £ Live?
BY JOSEPH HOBBINS.
Living friendly, feeling friendly,
Acting fairly to all men,
Seeking to do that to others
They may do to me again,
Hating no man, scorning no man,
Wronging none by word or deed;
But forbearing, soothing, serving,
Thus 1 live—and this my creed.
Harsh condemning, fierce contemning,
Is of little Christian use,
One soft word of kindly peace
Is wtrth a torrent of abuse;
Calling tilings bad, calling men bad,
Adds but darkness lo their night,
If thou wouid’st improve thy brother,
Let thy goodness be his light.
I have felt and known how bitter
Human coldness makes the world,
Ev’ry bosom round me frozen,
Not an eye with pity pearled;
Still my heart with kindness teeming,
Glad when other hearts are glad,
And my ears a tear-drop findeth
At the sight of others sad.
Ah ! be kind—life hath no secret
For our happiness like this;
Kindt y hearts are seldom sad ones,
Blessing ever bringeth bliss;
Lem' a helping hand to others,
Smile tho’ all the world should frown,
Man is man, we ali are brothers,
Black or white, or red or brown.
Man is man, through all gradations,
Little recks it where he slauds,
Scattered over many lands;
Man is man by form and feature,
Man by vice and virtue too,
in nil one common imturc
Speaks and binds us brothers true.
How Softly o’er Hie bruised Heart
BY CHARLES D. STUART.
How softly on the bruised heart
A word of kindness falls,
And from the dry and parched soul
The moistening tear drop calls.
O, if they knew who w-alk tee earth,
’Mid sorrow, grier, and pain,
The power a word of kindness hath,
’Twere paradise again.
The weakest and the purest may
This simple pittance give,
And bid delight to withered hearts,
Return again and live.
O, what is life if love be lost,
If man's unkind to man ;
Or what the heaven that waits beyond
This brief and mortal span?
As stars upon the tranquil sea
In mimic glory shine,
So words of kindness in the heart
Reflect their source divine;
O, then be kind, whoe'er thou art,
That breathest inorial breath,
’ Audit shall lighten all thy life,
And sweeten even death.
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BSBN & FOSTER.
Factors and Commission Merchants
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P.H. BEHN,] [JOHN FOSTER.
feb. 22,1853., 4—ly
One winter there came to Trenton two
men named Smith and joues who had both
of them designs upon the legislature. John
Jones had a bad wife, and was in love with
a woman—he wished to be divorced from
his bad wife, so that he might marry the
pretty woman who, by the way, was a
widow, wiih black eyes, and such a bust!
Therefore, Joues came lo Treutou to get a
di voice.
Smith had a good wife, plump as a tor
toise, good as an angel and the mother of
ten children, and Smith did net wane to
get divorced, but did want to get a turn
pike or a plank load from Pig’s Run to Ter
rapin Hollow. Well, they, with these dif
ferent errands, came to Trenton, and ad
dressed the assembled wisdom with the
usual arguments. 1st—-suppers, mainly
composed of oysteis, with a rich back round
of venison. 2d liquids in great plenty,
from Jersy Lightuing, (a kind of locomo
tive at lull speed, reduced to liquid shape)
to Newark champaigne. To speak in plain
terms, Jones the divorce man, gave a charn-
paigne supper, and Smith the turnpike
man, followed ou with a champaigne
breakfast.
Under the mollifying influences of these
appliances, the assembled wisdom passed
the divorce and turnpike bills—and Joues
and Smith (each with a copy of his bill in
his pocket) went home rejoicing over miles
of sand, and through the tribulation of
many stage coaches, and as he sat down in
the parlor, his loving wife beside him,how
pretty she did look! and five of his
children asieep overhead, the other five
studying their lessons in a corner of the
room, Smith was induced to expatiate up
on the good results of his mission to Tren
ton. j
“A turnpike, my dear—I am one of the
directors, aud will be president; it will set :
us up love, we can send the children to a;
bcarding-school, and live in style out of the |
toll. Here is the charter honey.”
“Let me see it,” said the pleased wife,
who was one of the nicest of women, with
plumpness and goodness dimpled all over j
her face. “Let me see it,” aud she leaned
over Smith’s shoulder, pressing her arm j
upon his own, as she looked at the parch-!
ment. But all at once Smith’s face grew,
long. Smith’s wifes visage grew dark- Smith'
was not profane, but uow he rioped forth
an awful oath. “D—n it, wife, those infernal
scoundrels at Trenton have divorced us /” j
It was too true. The parchment which
lie held was a bill of divorce, in which the
names of Smith and Smith’s wife appeared
in trighttuliy legible characters. Mrs. S.
wiped her eyes with the coiner of her »-
pion, “Here’s turnpike,” she said sadly,
aud with the whole ten children staring
' “rin the face, "I aint 4 your wife uow ;
h • u’s a turnpike !”
Weli, the fact is,[that Smith, reduced to
single blessedness; “enacted” into a stranger
to iiis own wife ; swore aufullv. Although
the night was dark, and most of ta tlie deni
zens of Smith’s village had gone to bed,
Smith bade his iate wife put on her bon-
not, and arm in arm they proceeded to tho
house of the clergyman of their church.
“Goodness bless me!” exclaimed_ the
mild good man, as lie saw them enter,
Smith looking like the very last June shad,
aud Mrs. Smith wiping her eyes with the
corner of her apron, “Goodness bless me)
what’s the matter ?”
“The matter is, I want you to marry us
two right off,” said Smith.
“Marry you !” ejaculated the clergyman
with expanded fingers, are you drunk or
crazy ?’
“1 ain’t crazy, and I wish I was drunk,’
said Smith, despairingly. “The fact is,
brother Goodwin, that some scoundrels at
Trenton, unbeknown to me, and at dead of
night have divoced me from my wife, the
mother of nine children !”
“Ten,’ suggested Mrs. Smith, who was
crying, ‘'liere’sa turnpike !’
Well, the good minister seeing the state
of the case, married them over again
straightway and would not take a fee.
The fact is, grave as he was, he was dy
ing lo be alone so that he could give vent
to the suppressed laughter, that was sha-
TH13 LOVING COUPLE.
A FUNNY FRENCH POLICE CASE.
11 ILIA Cl I
And Smith and Smith’s wife went
home and kissed every one of their ten
children. The little Smiths never knew
that their father and mother had beeu
made strangers by legislative enactment.
Meanwhile, aud on the same night, Jones
returned to his town—Burlington, l believe
and sought that tine pair of black eyes
which he hoped shortly to call his own.
The pretty widow sat by him ou the sofa
a white kerchief tied carelessly about her
round white throat, her black hair laid in
silky waves against each rosy cheek.
“Divorce is the word," cried Jones play-!
fully patting her cheek. “The fact is, Eliza, :
1 am rid of that cursed woman, aud you
and I’ll be married to night. I know how |
to manage these scoundrels at Trenton. A
champaigne supper, (or was if breakfast?)'
did the business with them. Put on your 1
bonnet aud things, and let us vsq the |
preachers a t once dearest!’ ./ *
The widow was amoug wimVo^y 1 1
es aie among apples, ‘ put otX tier bonnet
and took John’s arm and—
“Just look how handsome it is put on ’
parchment,” said Joues, pulling the docu
ment from his pocket and with much rust- j
ling, spread it before her. “Here is the law j
that says that Jacob Jones and Anna 1
Caroline Jones are two. Look ath.”2Put- j
ting her pump gloved hand upon his j
shoulder she did look at it.
Tlie wife of a small ealing-houss keeper
appeared before the Tribunal of Correction
al Police, at Paris, lately, to complain of
her husband for assaulting her. The mo
ment he was placed at tile bar, the accused
cried, “That woman, Mr. President, takes
all she can get out of me to cram her son
—a son of whom I am not the father! She
will bring me to a crust and a straw bed
before she has done with me !” “Let us hear
the complaint,” said the President. A
buxom woman stepped forward and said;
“That fellow, sir, whom I blush to call my
husband, has treated me in a most abomi
nable way! He has given nie kicks in a
part of the person which no woman who re
spects herself likes to receive! Finally, he
gave me such a blow on the arm that it was
in a state of appoplexy all day ! “In a state
of what ?” said the President. “Of appo
plexy ! It was as stiff as an iron bar!” “You
mean.to say catalepsy !” “1 have always
heard say appoplexy—to die of appopiexA'!
However, sir, on the day of the great scene
he came to me with his big kitchen knife,
and said, T must skin you !’ Yes, sir, the
monster actually wauted to skin me like a
rabbit!” “Well, accused, you hear the
charge. What have you got to say ?” said
the President. “Sir,” answered the culprit
with great emotion, “My wife, my wife, 1
love her! I will even say, I idolize her!
But she has a son, and l don’t want to have
to support the son ! Let his father support
him ! it is only geese of husbands who sup
port their wives’ sons—and I am not a
goose. No, 1 cannot swallow the son.—
But with that exception, 1 love her. Oh,
yes, I love her dearly, devotedly.” Here
the sentimental culprit burst into tears.—
“And don’t 1 love you too, my dear ?” cried
the wife suddenly sympathising, and weep
ing too. “No, you do not love me.” “Oh,
heavens, hear him ! And after that let any
woman waste herself away in loving a dog
of a man.” “If you love me would you
“Come, let us have no conversa
tion,” said the President. “Did you strike
your wife, yes or no?’ ‘Sir, listen to me,
“Oh, dear!” she said with her'rose bud
lips and sank back half fainting on the sofa,
“Oh, blazes !” cried Jones, and sank be
side her, rustling the fatal parchment iu
his hand. “Here’s lots of happiness and
champaigne gone to ruin !”
It was a hard case. Instead being
divorced, and at liberty to marry the wid
ow Jacob Jones was simply incorporated
into a turnpike company, and which made
it worse, authorized with his brother direc
tors to construct a turnpike from Burling
ton to Bristol. When we reflect that Bur
lington and Bristol are located just a mile
apart on the opposite sides of the river, you
will perceive the extreme hopelessness of
Jone’s case,
“It’s ali the fault of the d d turnpike
man, who gave ’em the champagne supper,
or was it breakfast ?” cried Jones, iu his ag
ouy. “If they’d charted me to build a turu
pike from Pig’s liuu to Terrapin Hollow,
I might have borne it; bul the very idea of
and you will see whether I love my wife or
not.’ ‘That is not the question—did you
strike her?’ ‘You shall see I love.’ ‘Well,
we had a female servant, and my wife ac
cused me of being too intimate with her.
It wasn’t true, sir, but I kicked the servaut
out of doors to prove to my wife how m uch
I loved her. But, would you believe it, sir ?
She. actually brought the girl back again.
That put me, I admit, into a passion—and
I administered to her a kick—a simple kick
—and then a blow—only one blow !’ Here
the tender hearted man burst into a new
flood of tears. ‘Yes,’ cried the wife, weep
ing more abundantly, ‘It was only a single
blow! He didn’t mean to hurt me, I’m
sure. He adores me.’ fin truth,’ said the
President, “there is no making out what
you would have. If we were to believe the
deposition you gave on making your com
plaint, your husband wanted to murder you
—and now you defend him. But the first
complaiut was confirmed by witness, aud by
that we shall abide. We condemn your
hu.-bind to two months’ imprisonment.’—
‘Oh, merciful heaven !’ shrieked the wife,
‘two months without seeing him !’ ‘Two
months !’cried the culprit in despair; ‘Oh,
God !—two months from her !’ ‘Take away
the prisoner, an I remove the woman,’ said
the President. “Phrasie !—dearest Phrasie!
you will come and see me iu prison, will
you not?’ cried the husband, the very pic
ture of despair. ‘Yes—oh yes, my belov
ed !’ exclaimed the weeping wife; “and I
will bring you some of the maccaroni which
you like so well.”—Galiynani.
“One of ’em’
How to avoid a Bad
Few Men have ever gone to Congress
1. Never marry for wealth.
Husbaud.
A woman’s
with more fun and popularity than the life cousisteth not in the thiugs Bhe possts-
Hon Leslie Coombs, of Kentuckey. In seth.
the way af anecdote, he is unequaled,
while his mode of telling stories imparts a
tone to them that no one can appreciate
who has not made his acquaintance.
Among the “characters” that Mr.
Coombs knows like a book, is old Major
Luckey, whose taste for bragging amounts,
at limes to the sublime. Whenever the Ma
jor has a stranger in the neighborhood, he
“opens wide and spreads himself,” and
with success that leaves us nothing to de
sire. The following scene took place be
tween the Major and Col Peters, “a late
arrival” from Illinois;
“Major, I understand from Gen Coombs
that shortly after the Revolution you visit
ed England; how did you like the jaunt?”
“Capitally ! I had not been in London
five hours before Rex sent for me to play
whist, and a devil of a time we
it.”
“Rex! what Rex?”
“Whv, Rex the King—George the
Third. '
Castle-
Pitt and Ed- Burke—and it resulted rather
comically.”
“How so?”
“As we were playing the last game Rex
said in rather a familiiur manner, Major
I suppose you know Charles Washington
do you not?” “No sir,” says l, “1 do not
but 1 tell you I do know, George Washing
ton, the Father of his country.’—
“Farther be d- d,” says he, “he
was a cursed rebel, and had 1 served him
right he would have bem hung long ago
This of course nled me aud to that degree
2. Never marry a fop, or one who struts
about dandy-like, in his silk gloves and ruf
fles, with silvered cane and rings ou his fin
gers. Beware! there is a trap.
3. Never marry a niggard, a closefisted
man. a sordid wretch, who saves every pen
ny, or spends it grudgingly. Take care lest
he stint you to death.
4. Never marry a stranger, or one whose
character is not known or tested. Some fe
males jump right into the tire with their
eyes wide open.
5. Never marry a mope or drone, one
who drawls or draggles through life one
foot after another, and lets thiugs take their
own course.
6. Never marry a man who treats his
mother or sister unkindly or indifferently.
Such treatment is a sure indication of a mean
had of i a nd wicked man.
7. Never, on any account, marry a gam
bler, a profane person, one who in the least
speaks lightly of God or religion. Such a
The game came off’ at Windsor! Inan ca n never make a good husband.
Rex and I played against Billy! 8. Never marry a sloven, a man who is
negligent of his person or his dress, aud is
filthy iu his habits. The external appear
ance is an index to the head.
9. Shun the rake as a snake, a viper, a
very demon.
10. Filially, never marry a man who is
addicted to the use of ardent spirits. De
pend upon it, you are better off alone than
you would be were you tied to mau whose
breath is polluted, and whose vitals are be-
iug gnawed out by alcohol.
In the choice of a wife, take the obedient
daughter of a good mother.
tnat 1 just drew buck and gave him a blow
between the eyes, that fel.ei him like a
bullock. The next moment Pitt and
Burke mounted me, and iu less than ten
minutes my shirt and breeciies were so
torn andtatered. that i looked like Lazarus
This gave me rather a distaste for english
society so the next morning 1 set sail for
America. Six weeks alien* ards 1 landed
at Washington. The firs person i met,
after entering the city, was Q.”
“Q! what Q?”
“Why, that d d old fed racist,
Quincy Adams. He wanted me to play
ninepins with him, and I did so Won
lI'aiitnngton’N Wealth-
The following extract is taken from
an
Tell
building a turnpike from
Burlington to
upon the face
Bristol, bears an absurdity
1 of it.
I “So it did.”
I “And you ain’t divorced ?” said Eliza, a
I tear rolling down each cheek.
‘ “No !” thuudered Jones, crushing his
hat between his knees, and pounding his
fists, “1 ain’t divorced, but I’m incorpora
ted into a turnpike ! aud what is worse the
legislature is adjourned and gone home
drunk and won’t be back to Trenton till
next year.”
It was a hard case.
The mistake had occurred in the last
day of the session, when legislators and
transcribing clerks were laboring under
the effects of a champagne supper followed
by a champagne breakfast. The Dames of
Smith had been put where Jones ought to
be and ' l ioicey wercy" as the Latin poet,
has i,
Aaron's Calf.—William look up.
us who made you?”
William who was considered a fool screw
ing up his face and looking thougbtlul and
somewhat bewildered slowly answered,
j “Moses, I s’pose.”
j “That will do ; now,” said counseler
j Grey, addressing the court, “the witness
says he ‘s’poses Moses made him. This is
ceatainly an intelligent answer—more so
than I considered him eapaple of giving ;
for it shows that he has some faint ideas of
Scripture; but I admit it is not sufficient to
justify his being sworn as a witness to
give evidence.”
“Mr. Judge,” said the fool, “may I ask
the lawyer a few questions?”
“Certainly,” said the judge, “as many as
you please.”
“Well, Mr. lawyer* who do you think
made you?”
Counsellor Grey, (imitating the witness)
“Aaron I s’pose.”
After the mirth subsided the witness ex
claimed—
“Wal, now, we do read in the good book
that Aaron made a calf but who,d have
thought the tarnal critter had got in
here?”
§200 at twoshillius a game, and then Aad
a row.”
“About what?”
4 *He wanted to pay meoffin Continent
al money, worth a shilling a peck 1 got
angry and knocked him into a spittoon
Whilst I still had him down, ‘Jim came in
and dragged me off to the White House.”
“What Jim?”
“Why, Jim Madison. I went “played
euchre for two hours, wAen ‘Tom’ came
in and insisted that 1 should go' home with
him.”
“What Tom?”
“Why, Tom Jefferson. Jim however
would not listen to it and the consequence
was they got into a fight. In the midst of
it they fell over the banisters, and dropped
about fifty feet. When 1 left they were
giving each oter hell in the coal cellar
How it terminated I never could learn as j ly one thousand persons.”
just t e:i “Martha ran in and said I must
uccompany h ;r up to Mount Vernon to
see George.”
“What Martha do you mean?”
“Martha Washington, wile to george
the old boy that gave jessy to the Hes
sians.
About here Coombs said the stranger
began to discover that he was swallawing
thing,” The next stage that came along,
he look passage in for an adjacent town.
The Major, we believe, is stli living, and
still believes that the walloping he gave
Louis the Eighteenth in the d—dest best
thing on record.-—N. Y. Dutchman.
old book published by Russell & West, Bos
ton, in the year 1800, entitled “Washing
ton's Political Legacies,” and dedicated to
Miss Martha Washington Y
“General Washington w.ts at one lime
probably one of the greatest land-holders in
the United States. His annual receipt from
his estates amounted, in 1796, to one thou
sand pouuds sterling, which is a very large
sum in federal money, and was considered
a very great fortune at that early day in
this country for one man to possess. His
estate at Mount Vernon alone was computed
in 1787 to consist of nine thousand acres of
laud, of which enough was iu cultivation to
produce, in a single year, ten thousand
bushels of corn, and seven thousand bushel*
of wheat. In a succeeding year, he raised
two hundred latubs, sowed twenty seven
busbeis uf flax-seed, and planted jseven hun
dred bushels of potatoes. He desisted, it
is said, from planting tobacco, which was
then extensively raised iu Virginia, for the
purpose of setting an example,^by employ
ing his extensive means iu the introduction
and fostering of such articles of domestic use
necessity as would ultimately tend to the
best advantage of his country. His domes
tics, at the same time, were industriously em
ployed in manufacturing woolen^cloth and
linen, in sufficient quantities to clothe hia
numerous household, which nurabered ueat-
A young lady having engaged to be mar
ried took occasion to change her mind, and
besought the aid of a friend, saying help
me out of this knot.”
“O, certainly replided her friend, “thats
easily done, as it is only a fteaw-kuot.”
The pimples on a toper’s face are an old
fashioned sort of “spiritual manifestation.”
They cannot be said to come exactly from
beyond the grave; but they show clearly
that the “medium is hurrying himself to
wards the grave.
11 Just like You.—In the early part of the
eighteenth century a farmer from a little
village near Tadcastess, was condemned to
suffer the extrem penalty of the Law for
cow stealing. His wife called to see him
a few days previous to his execution to take
her last farewell, when she asked him—
“My dear, would you like the children to
see you executed ?”
“No !” replied he, what must they come
for?” ^
“That’s just like you,” said the wife, “you
never wanted the children to have any en
joyment!”
A Cheeeful Heart.—I once heard a young
lady say to an individual: “Your counte
nance to me is like the rising sun, for it al
ways gladdens me with a cheerful look.” A
merry or cheerful countenance is one of the
things which Jeremy Taylor said his ene
mies and persecutors could not take away
from him. There are some persons who
spend their lives in this world as they would
spend their lives if shut up in a dungeon.—
Every thing is made gloomy and forbid
ding. They go mourning and complaining
from day to day, that they have so little,
and are constantly anxious lest what they
have should escape out of their hands. They
always look upon the dark side, and can
never enjoy the good. Religion makes the
heart cheerful, aud when its large and be
nevolent principles are exercised, man will
be happy in spite of himself. The industri
ous bee does not stop to complain that there
are so many poisonous flowers and thorny
branches on its road, but buzzes on selec
ting honey where he can find it, and pass
ing quietly by the places where it is not.
There is enough to complain about and find
fault with, if men have the disposition. We
often travel on a hard and uneven road; but
with a cheerful spirit, and a heart to praise
God for his mercies, we may walk therein
with comfort and come to the end of our
journey with peace.—Dr. Dewey
A Word to Little Girls.—Who is lov
ly? It is the little girl who drops sweet
words, kind remarks, and pleasant smiies t
as she passes along; who has a kind word
of sympathy for every boy or girl she meets
in trouble, and a kind hand to help her com
panions out of difficulty; who never scolds,
never contends, never teases her, nor seeks
in any way to diminish, but always to in
crease her happiness. Would it please you
to pick up a string of pearls, drops of gold,
diamonds, or precious stones, as you pa-vi
along the street? But these are precious
stones that can never be lost. Take the hand
of the friendless; smile on the sad aud de
jected; sympathize witn those in trouble;
strive every where to diffuse around you sun
shine and joy. If you do this, you will be
sure to be beloved.
Show me an indolent man, and I will
show you an unprincipled one.
Show me an industrious man, and I will
show you one possessing some virtue, if not
in all cases, all that could be wished.
And yet industry is, to ar great extent, ®
thing of habit.—Bizarre.
None are so hard to please as those'
whom satiety of pleasure makes weary of
themselves nor any so readily provoked
as those who have been always courted
with an emulation of civilty.
The following is one of the toasts give 11
at the celebration of the Fourth of July, out
West: “American Youth—May their am
bition reach as high as their standing col
lars.”
A little deaf and dumb girl was once
asked by a lady who wrote the question on
the slate, “What is prayer?” The little
girl took her-penciil, and wrote in reply
“Prayer is a. wish of the heart."
A young lawyer in chambers street yes-
terday put his spinal column out of joint
trying to draw a conclusion.”
Sam Slick says, I believe every critter in
tbe world believes he’s the most entertainiu
one in it, and that there’s no gettin on anv-
now without him. Consait grows as nat
ural as the hair on one’s head, but is longer
in cotnmin out.
Heaven’s Gates are not so highly arched
as princes’ palaces; they that enter there
must go upon their knees.— Wehster.
They are getting up a new style of hogs
out West. • The inventor thinks that by
giving them pewter with corn he cau raise
pig lead from them.
The eyes of a pretty woman are the in*
erprelers of tbe language of the heart.