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lion is approved ‘by the next convention, no
i. )V delegates can be admitted thereafter, ex
cept such as are actually communicants in
the church.
In reference to the case of Bishop Onder
donk, it was, after considerable debate, re
solved that the trustees off the Episcopal Fund
he directed to pay to the Right Rev. Bishop
T. Onderdonk, D. D., out of the income of
the said fund, (excepting the portion set apart
for accumulation,) the sum ot $2,500 annual
ly, until the further order of this convention;
to take effect from the first flay of the sitting
of this body.
Rev. Dr. Sherwood, of Hyde Park, offered
a resolution to the effect that the diocese of
N. Y. call upon the House of Bishops to ter
minate the suspension of Bishop 0., or if
they were not ready to do this, asking them
to state when they would terminate said sus
pension. This created some little stir, but
was finally referred to the next convention,
and after the usual exercises the convention
adjourned, sine die.
Church affairs thus with haste despatched,
now for the Drama —a matter of unusual in
terest at this time. Our theatres are all in
most prosperous operation •; hut every eye is
especially bent upon the fortunate establish
ment of Mr. Niblo, the Astor Place Opera
House. Here the great dramatic event of the
season comes off to-night —the debut of the
eminent tragedian, Mr. Macready. Specula
tion has run high, ever since the arrival on
our shores of the distinguished actor, as to the
house which he would select for his appear
ance in Gotham; everybody supposing that
it would be either the “ Broadway” or the
“ Park.” It seems that Fanny Kemble is not,
as was supposed, to make her re-appearance
upon the stage in connection with Mr. M. —
Indeed, it is by no means certain that we shall
have the pleasure of welcoming our lovely
“ Juliet” at all. She is still, I believe, doing
the rural, at Stockbridge. Mr. Macready is
to be well supported during his engagement
at Niblo’s, Mrs. George Jones, taking the
heavy lady business. During the past week
Mr. Hackett and Mr. Vandenhoff have been
the “ bright particulars” at this favorite es
tablishment, the former gentleman in his in
imitable role, honest Jack Falstaft.
At the Park, the celebrated Monplaisir
troupe are drawing crowded audiences, with
the grand ballet of Esmeralda. Madame
Anna Bishop, the accomplished and populai
vocalist, has returned to town, and will suc
ceed the Monplaisirs this evening.
At the Broadway, Mr. Collins, the come
dian, has just completed one successful en
gagement and entered upon another.
The audience of the old Chatham, now
called the National, are revelling in anew
version of “La Esmeralda”; and at the Olym
pic, Mr. Holland is as funny as ever.
At the Bowery, Mr. Hamblin, the manager,
is playing a round ol Shaksperian characters.
Burton’s popular little theatre is always
well attended. On Monday evening, a drama,
new in Gotham, called “ The Toodles, or the
Farmer’s Daughter,” was brought out here
Mr. Burton himself taking the principal char
acter, Timothy Tocdle, Esq. Although the
house was kept in a continual roar of laugh
ter by the comedian’s masterly personation,
the finale accidentally capped the climax. It
happens that at the close of the piece three
several couples embrace each other upon the
6ta ge, and during this interesting ceremony
the curtain drops. On the occasion in ques
tion, although reasonably long and affection
ate kisses had been exchanged, as per pro
gramme, still the curtain obstinately refused
to fall, and the involuntary prolongation of
the tender scene was exceedingly amusing;
especially the share of good Mr. and Mrs.
hoodie, who increased the amusement of the
audience by a variety of improptu and very
apropos fun.
On Monday night, despite the terriffic
leather, the first grand Musical Festival of
he season took place at the Tabernacle. The
house, on the occasion, was, in addition to
he gas-lights, illumined by one thousand
u ax candles. Among the crowded audience
§®®lT£H§{REl IL oT£§ tR AStf ® ASS‘fflf B*
Were all the Italian Opera habituees, critics,
amateurs, and the upper-tendom generally-
The concert was under the direction of Mr.
Fry, the new operatic manager, assisted by
the celebrated pianist, Maurice Strakosch.—
The orchestra on the occasion consisted of
eighty performers, with a chorus of one bun- j
dred and fifty voices. Among the performers j
were Strakosch, Truffi, Benedetti, Rosi, Val
tellina, the Labordes, Dubreuil, Timm. Ma
ret/ek, Northall, and the Leiderkanz. Pico
was announced, but was prevented by indis
position from appearing. The Operatic troupe
commence a three w r eeks season to-night at
the Chesnut, in Philadelphia.
New books are beginning to pour in upon
us. The latest and most interesting issue is
Miss Caroline May’s Female Poets of Ameri
ca, from the press of Lindsay & Blakiston. —
The work is edited with remarkable grace
and ability, reflecting the greatest credit upon
the authoress, a young and gifted debutante
in literature, It contains biographical and
critical notices of upwards of seventy of our
lady writers, with copious and judicious se- j
lections from their muse.
Anew edition of Mr. Simms’ Atalantis,
with other poems, under the title of “The Eye
and the Wing,” is shortly expected from the
press of Carey & Hart. By the way, the dis
tinguished author is at this time on a visit to
our city. It was my pleasure to meet him at
a soiree a few evenings since.
Mr. Willis publishes a puff preliminary of
anew novel expected from the pen of H. H.
Clements, with scenes laid in and about New
York and Canada. Mr. W. is himself put
ting forth in his “ Home Journal,” some cap
ital translations of short current French no
vels. He has in progress at this time, “Ci
cio’s Female Friend,” by Paul de Musset.
Anew paper, to be called “ The Drawing-
Room Journal,” and to be edited by G. G.
Foster, is spoken of.
Ticknor, of Boston, is to give us anew
edition of Whittier’s poems, and B. B. Mus
sey another, of Mr. Holmes’.
The poems of Miss Anna C. Lynch, beau
tifully illustrated, will soon appear.
The “Literary World” has been purchased
and will be hereafter conducted by the former
editor, Mr. Evert A. Duyckinck, and his bro
ther, Mr. George Duyckinck.
The Historical Society held a meeting on
Monday night, when an important document
in manuscript recently discovered at the
Hague, was presented and read —an original
account of New Netherland, written here in
1626, and transmitted by the Dutch Secretary*
De Rosiere, to the authorities of Holland.
Our city government is engaged in a num
ber of valuable public improvements. It has
been petitioned time and again to remove the
pile of stones which has so long disfigured
the Bowling Gre£n, and although it has not
come to a sense of its duty on that point, it
has on some others. The old wooden fence
around Washington Park is at length to be
replaced by an appropriate and elegant iron
railing, on a granite coping. The work is
already in progress, and when completed, will
cost twenty-five thousand dollars. The Russ
pavement on Broadway is still advancing,
and there is some talk of enlarging the Bat
tery.
Last week, the freedom of the city, in a
gold box, was presented to the gallant sailor,
Frederick Jerome, who saved so many lives
at the late burning of the “Ocean Monarch.”
No less than fifty fires, none, however, of
any very great extent, occurred here during
the last month. Within the same period of
time. 15,917 emigrants have landed at our
wharves. “From the first of January to the
end of September, no less than 143,238 emi
grants have arrived in New York. More
than half the whole number were Irishmen.
Anew line of Ocean Steamers, to ply be
tween New York and Liverpool, (Collins’
line.) will soon be launched. These vessels,
which are to be inferior to no steamers in the
world, will be severally named the Atlantic*
the Pacific, the Arctic, the Adriatic, and the
Baltic. They will be so constructed as to
be converted at pleasure into war ships of the
first class. In view thereof, the “ Express' 5
exclaims—“ Majestic as these noble seas,
(whose names the vessels bear,) may our
young steam navy carry the starry flag to
their utmost boundaries, and
‘ Far as the breeze can bear the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home.’ ”
Vive la vapeur Americainc!
The 21st Annual Fair of the American In
stitute is just open at Castle Garden. The
inclement weather has prevented my yet look
ing in. but I am told that the display in the
mechanic arts is even more extensive and grat
ifying than on past occasions.
The young and beautiful wife of the Rev.
John Newland Maffit, died last week of Ty
phus Fever, at the early age of eighteen. —
You may remember meeting her only a year
since, at the Catskill Mountain House. Tru
ly “thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh
Death!”
Shall I say anything about the weather
here for three days past % Oh ! had I but
that miserable “clerk” by the ears for a mo
ment, wouldn’t he wince—gracious! Hour
after hour, and day after day, has the rain
poured down in ceaseless and bitter torrents;
nothing but patter, patter, patter, and splash,
splash, splash, from sullen morn to gloomy
eve. Heavens! what times for rheumatisms
and colds, and all the ills which flesh is heir
to! In view thereof, the philanthropic and
excellent Mrs. Jervis, who makes “cold can
dy,” and treasures Henry Clay’s and Mr.
Van Buren’s compliments in gold frames, has
put forth anew poem. Here it is, and good
bye to you:
MRS. JERVIS’S COLD CANDY.
When coughing or wheezing,
Or snuffing or sneezing.
Or panting with asthma, and that’s just as bad,
Nothing of service is
Save Mrs. Jervis’s
Candy, without such no ease can be had.
No longer heeded,
Despised, superceded,
Are nostrums for cold that were once all the rage;
Nothing of service is
Save Mrs. Jervis’s
I Candy, for childhood, and manhood, and age.
If bronchitis or ague,
Or lung fever plague you,
j Or a dry hacking cough shows consumption Is near,
Nothing of service is
Save Mrs. Jervis’s
Candy, the throat and the windpipe to clear.
a
Even a stick of it,
Some say a lick of it,
Banishes hoarseness ahd sore throat afar;
Oh ! of what service is
Kind Mrs. Jervis’s
Candy, for cough, influenza, catarrh.
Sold wholesale, retail, etc., etc.
Your friend, FLIT.
Selected Jjloctrj).
PARTING ODE
Sung at the close of the ceremonies at the recent com
mencement of Yale College.
Peacefully, tenderly,
Here, as we part,
The farewell that lingers
Be breathed from the heart.
No place more befitting,
O, house of the Lord
Here be it spoken,
That last prayerful word.
Thoughtfully, carefully,
.Solemn and slow!
Tears are bedewing
The path that we go ;
Perils before us
We know not to-day
Kindly and safely,
O, Lord, lead our way !
Upwardly, steadfastly,
Gaze on that brow !
Jesus, our leader,
Reigns conqnerer now!
His steps let us follow,
His sufferings dare
Go up to his glory,
His blessedness share.
Patiently, cheerfully,
Up land depart
To labor and duty,
With undismayed heart.
. The ransomed, with gladness,
To Zion we’ll bring,
Shouting, Salvation
To Jesus our king!
OCTOBER.
BY W. C. HR Y A XT.
Ay, thou art Welcome, heaven’s delicious breath,
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow
brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south, oh ! still delay
in the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to an old age released from eare,
Journeying in long serenity away.
In such a bright, late quiet Would that I
Might wear out life like thee, mid bower and
brooks,
And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And murmer of kind voices ever nigh ;
And, when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men as thou dost pass.
Newspaper Xnaltrts.
A FISH STORY; BUT A TRUE ONE.
The desperate voracity of the pike is not
more remarkable than the extraordinary re
tention of life it possesses after being remov
ed from its native element. The following is
a remarkable and rather ludicrous instance of
its possession of both characteristics, the truth
of which may be relied on. An acquaint
ance, who is a perfect enthusiast in the sci
ence of angling, sometime ago strapped the
creel over his shoulder, took the rod in his
hand, and, with a plentiful and select assort
ment of hooks, bait and fly, in his pocket, set
off on a piscatory pilgrirflage, to the banks of
the Clyde. There he casually encountered a
shepherd, with his dog at his foot; and while
exchanging news and a pinch of rappee with
the pastoral patriarch, our acquaintance ob
served a frog spring out of the grass in the
water—which it had no sooner done than an
immense pike shot with the speed of lightning
from beneath the bank, and the next moment
poor Monsieur Frog became an inmate of the
monster’s insatiable maw. In an instant the
five-piece hickory rod was screwed together,
the hooks fixed to the line, and another un
fortunate ‘ paddock ,’ as the shepherd termed it,
being soon found and transfixed, otir friend
retreated back to a proper distance and threw
in the bait. No sooner had it dropped into
the water than it was in the jaws of the pike,
when the barbs were forthwith struck into his
gums; and, after about half an hour’s despe
rate tussle , a huge twelve-pound fish was laid
on the green sward. Whilst our friend was
undoing his rod and tackle, having made the
shepherd a gift of the prize, the dog, who had
watched the sport seemingly with much at
tention, was going snuffing and smelling
round the captive, and wagging his tail evi
dently with great satisfaction. Tired at last
with scrutinizing, the unsuspicious quadruped
sat down with the bushy tuft of his tail lying
temptingly near the jaws of the latter, it snap
ped at and caught hold of it. No words can
paint the terror and surprise of the poor dog
at this unwonted assault on his person! First
he bolted straight out for a hundred yards or
so, like an arrow —then wheeled round with
the circular rapidity of a mill-stone —and fi
nally sprung into the water, thinking, no
doubt, that his assailant would prefer eman
cipation and safety in his native element, to
the gratification of a malicious revenge. And
so, no doubt, it would ; but the wishes of both
were fated to be baulked—‘the hair having
got so wrapped round the pike’s jaws and
grinders, that the latter was totally unable to
disengage nimself. Away swam the dog
across the river, the pike tugging and tearing
with might and main--now pulling poor Tray
the ope moment fairly below the water by
sheer weight and strength—the next lifting
his hurdies “high in the air,” as it sprung
aloft in its struggles to get free—at every pull
the terrified quadruped bellowing forth his
alarm; whilst the two spectators stood riveted
to the spot, completely overcome by the lu
dicrous novelty of the spectacle.
Having landed on the opposite bank, the
dog took direct for his master’s cottage (which
was a gunshot or two off the river) at full
! speed—the pike throwing incessant pirouettes
in the air, to each of which a lengthened howl
was responded. Anxious to see the termina
tion of this singular affair, our friend accom
panied the shepherd across a neighboring ford,
and on arriving at the domicile found the
whole family, wife, weans, dogs, cats, and
chuckies, in a state of tumultuous uproar and
confusion that baffles description. The un
fortunate dog had crept under the bed with
his tail-piece t whence he literally sent forth
shrieks of agony and terror. Having pulled
him out by the neck, the gudewife’s shears
were put in requisition, and the poor dog was
soon freed from his truly unwilling persecu
tor; yet notwithstanding all the bumping and
thumping which the latter had undergone in
its awkward career to the cottage, our friend
assures us that the voracious animal actually
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