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Things you will find useful at the diggins.—A
revolving pistol, some knowledge of treating gun
shot wounds, a toleration of strange bed-fellows,
a determination to hold your own and grab at ev
everybody else’s, and the power of eating, drink
ing, and wearing gold-dust.
The sort of society you will meet with at the
plains. —Those for whom the United States are
n ot big enough ; those for whom England is too
hot ; those who come to clean out the gold, and
those who come to clean out the gold-finders.
What is the best thing to do when you get to
the Diggins. —Go back again.
How gold may be best extracted.—By supply
ing at exhorbilant prices the wants of those who
gather it. b
What will be the ultimate effect of the discovery
of the Diggins. —To raise prices, to ruin fools, to
demoralize anew country first, and settle it after
wards.
From the New Church Magazine.
my father has made all things well.
One warm spring morning, Thebe skipped
through the fields, near her mother’s house, aud
as shb went along she sang to herself,
“The sweetest time of the year has come,
I have seen swallows on the roof;
I have seen violets beside the brook;
O, might I find a bunch for my mother!
I will run to the willow-circled pond :
There I shall find blue violets :
There will I make a nosegay for my mother.
“ I will make it like a sheaf of wheat:
The steins shall be smooth at the bottom :
When I place it on the little table,
It will stand up before my mother :
The violets will bow their heads toward her,
My mother Will sinile when she sees them.”
Phebe had lived all her days in that same val
ley, and she neither knew nor wished anything
beyond it. Her mother was a widow, with no
child beside her, and her greatest pleasure was to
do anything which would add to the happiness of
that dear friend. T his was an easy task ; for never
were parent and child dearer to each other than
Phebe and her mother.
Between Phebe and the willow-circled pond
which she mentioned in her song, was a small
dwook to be crossed, but this was no impediment
■toher. She sprang over it, like a kid over a rock,
land soon left it behind her. She found, as she ex
pected, an abundance of violets around the pond,
among the widows, and as she picked them, her
innocent delight ran over in words,
“ How happy I am to live among such pleasant
things. Every da£ brings some new treat. Now
is the time for violets. 1 shall find blue, purple,
three-colored, and white.
4i Soon we shall have whole bushes of white el
der flowers. Then come the roses—the dear
roses. Jasmines follow the roses, and myrtles
the jasmines. The birds also come in turn, and
sing their sweet songs all the year round. But
kerflies too, (there is no end to the different colors
|of their pretty velvet wings,) I think I see anew
lone every month. “My Father has made allj
pilings well.’ ”
When Phebe had picked her little apron full of
fviolets, she sat down on the grass to make them
into a nosegay. She placed the stems even at the
bottom, and turned the faces of all the violets
Iputward. Then she tied the bunch neatly with a
Ptrip of bark, which she had peeled from a twig
ot willow. When this was done, she placed the
punch on a flat stone to see if it would stand up.
■t needed a little trimming, and after she had
pinched off* the ends of all the longest stems, she
mried it again and found it stood up beautifully.—
*hebe was delighted; she took up the violet
$ ieai and turned toward home with a light heart
and alight step.
I here was a foot-path through the woods which
was called shorter than the one through the fields.
SPhobe had never tried it, but she wished to reach
Pome as quick as possible with her treasure, so
she turned into it.
In a few moments she heard the sound of the
fcvater. “ Good! ” said she, “ I have already
peached the brook. This way is much the short
ish” J
| Every step she took the sound grew louder and
■ouder, till, on leaving the path among the trees,
p ie c ame suddenly to the steep bank of the brook.
V hat was poor Phebe’s surprise ! The water
■ibhed and roared over the stones like a little
P mkl. It was too wide and two deep for her to
pass. She wandered up and down the banks in
finding a place narrow enough to jump
p 1 ’ )ulll^va s every where too wide and danger
ous to attempt.
“ v^% Cannot the same brook,” said she,
ll* V ’ IC ■ s PJ* an S ovcr so easily a little while ago.
w 1 is, io\v happens it that that it is not alike in
Us * P ./ lCe > ’ ure b thisis not well made.”
||_ cnKt \ had she spoken these words when
er, a boy two or three years older than her-
Hith Ca , me if 00 ? the opposite side of the brook
PK GOt Wlliows on his head. When he
Kt t i e • e un^crs l°od her difficulty, and called
Hl ,° ler laa friendly voice, “ Don’t be troubled
|>eoe i w,u h lp yo - u ° ver<) ,
11 o i U COU tl ls bundle of willows, and rolled
I u stc jhes from a high bank into the water,
iffcp ov 1 r 1 said Walter, “now see how I
Knk. \ rorn one *° other, and then to the
I Phehn ° W t^e same and fear nothing.”
Jiid er hand to Walter, and with his
; n rea °hed the opposite side of the brook.
Phebe looked at Walter, and wished to thank
him for his help, but she was bashful and did not
know what to say. After she had stood awkward
ly a few moments, she turned and began to go
toward home.
44 1 thought she would at least speak to me, be
fore she went away,” said Walter to himself.
After Phebe had gone a little way, she turned
and saw Walter standing by the brook, with a dis
satisfied air. She stepped back to him, and said,
“ I will give you a part of my violets.”
“ Don’t take one from that bunch,” said Wal
ter, 44 it would be a pity to spoil so pretty a thing ;
give me that violet you hold in your mouth and I
shall be quite satisfied.”
Phebe bashfully gave the violet to Walter; he
put the stem into his mouth, took the bundle of
willows on his head, and gaily went his way.
44 O how wrong I was ! ” said Phebe, 44 when I
said, just now, that this brook was not well made
If I could have sprung over it alone, I should
not have been half so happy as I am now.—
Surely ! surely ! my Father has made all things
well.”
A WONDERFUL YANKEE.
44 Talk of Crocket! why Ezekial Nash, a gen
uine Down-easter, could send him to eternal
smash right slick off. Nash chaws chain cables
for backey, takes gunpowder for snuff, and blows
his nose with a tin pocket-handkercher; he sleeps
between iron sheets, which in winter are made
red hot. Instead of rats and mice, wolves and
grizzly bears prowl about his room at night, but
he sleeps so sound he’s obliged to be thrown out
of the window every morning to wake him. Mo
ther missed him when a baby, and found him at
last seated on a hornet’s nest, playing bo-peep
with a couple of rattle-snakes. As an infant,
Zekiel was a wonder, I guess ; he had razors and
bayonets for toys, walked in top-boots when he
was three days old, sucked hot coles, and used to
rub his gums with a nutmeg grater; they weaned
him the very day he was born, and fed him on
pap made of flint stones and lignumvitae soaked
in prusic acid. His appetite—for a boy—was
awful; he once eat a buffalo and three parts of a
horse, and then asked if tea was’nt ready. When
Nash travels by railroad he gets out to walk a
trifle of forty or fifty miles, and waits an hour or
two till the train overtakes him. The engine
comes up panting and blowing, and often says
with a forced laugh, 4 Bust my biler, Zekiel, but
of all mortal critters, you’re the biggest; I reckon
your father was a flash of lightning, and your
mother an earthquake. Darn me, es you aint an
ornament to creation.’ Asa speculator Nash is
cruel lucky; he held some canal shares once,
which went to such a premium he was obliged to
send the broker up in a balloon to sell out.”
AN IRISH LETTER.
The following letter from an Irishman in this
country to his wife in Ireland, was handed to us
a day or two since by a venerable Irish gentleman,
with permission to make it public. The letter is
superscribed as follows:
To My Wife at
Tim Flaherty’s
in Ireland.
If gone to be forwarded.
May the two —1847.
My dear Judy
I commenced this letter yesterday If it does’nt
come to hand you may allow that I’m not here
but gone to Quebec —Tell Barney that his bro
thers family is all dead entirely barrin the cow
God bless her —I’d write vou more but as there is
no means of sending this, l will just let it go as it
is—Remember me in your prayers, and to all the
Flaherty’s No more at present from your loving
husband if alive Thady O’Riley, and if dead,
God rest his soul, —P. S. —If this letter does’nt
reach you must let me know by return of Post
and don’t wait for another until you hear from me
again, but write me immediately and let me know
how your coming on.
N. B. I have altered my mind and wont send
this letter after all, so you can answer or not at
all at all just as it plaze you —Give my love to the
children —When you come to the end of this letter,
don’t read any more of it but just answer, by the
first post office yours until death, and after, if not
before Your own Thady O’Riley
As in duty bound I ought to be.
AMERICAN COURTSHIP.
You know nothing in the old country of going
ahead. If you only saw one ot our young fellows
setting off to pick up a wife, it would wake you
up amazingly. There you would see him, per
haps, in a harvest afternoon, with his smart wagon
and best team. He arrives at her father’s door;
leaps out —starts right in. Miss is sitting in one
corner, sewing a napkin • father’s in t other, put
ting anew handle to his axe.
44 Good morning, both,” says the young man.
44 Good morning, Fred,” says both in return.
“Isay, squite,” says Fred, “ the old is
in the kitchen with a something in her head she
wants to be a telling you ot; you had better
start.”
Still cutting away at the handle, the old squire
gets up and leisurely bows himself out of the
room.
“Now for it!” says Fred. “I say Miss! its all
up with me.”
“Up with you?” says Miss; “how’s that?”
“Why,” says Fred, “there aint no fun in na
tur’ in a fellow living by his self in a house as big
as a shaker’s meeting, and nothing in it, barrin
plenty of furniture in the rooms, the kitchen
chuck full of hams and ingin nots, the cellar over
the lip with cider; and nothing else in the uni
verse but live stock ont of doors.”
44 Well, what else would you have?” says Miss,
“ain’t that enough, you little goney?”
“ Enough ?” says Fred, 44 No ! there aint a
wife in the lot.”
44 Ay! that’s queer,” says Miss with a blush.
“No, it ain’t,” says Fred, “ a critter must be
gin some time to be married. I’ve just ta’en a
thought that way, since the house is fixed. But
I have ofen thought of you Miss! Oh! there
now, don’t look so flustered,” said Ned, in a
soothing tone, “1 hain’t got no honey words, but
I’ve a heart as warm as a cooking stove.”
, 44 Tuts ! you’re a bold fellow,” says Miss.
** Weil,” says Fred, 44 tuts ain’t no. You won’t
say that uglv word?”
“ Won’t I?” says Miss.
44 Well, then,” says Fred, 44 will you say 4 no,’
when I ask you right off?”
44 To be sure I will,” says she, “and keep my
word, too, you gomeral.”
44 Then,” says Fred, with a solemn voice,
44 Mary my sweet love, will you refuse me?”
44 No,” says she according to promise.
44 There you are!” says Fred, triumphantly.
“Taken the bait! so I’ll step along and tell
father.”
All was settled right off; and Fred got a pretty
wife the next week to finish the lot.
‘[North British Advertiser .
54.1111351 L
The ship Washington Irving, has recently made
the run from Boston to Liverpool in fourteen and
a halfdays.
Anew poem by Longfellow, entitled Kava
nagh.—A story of New England Life, is to be
published about the first of May.
“Punch” says one good thing, viz: that polite
ness is an air cushion—there may be nothing sol
id in it, but it eases jolts wonderfully.
A volatile young man, whose conquests in the
female world numberless, at last married.—
44 Now, my dear,” said his spouse, 44 1 hope you’ll
mend.” 44 Madam, said he, 44 depend upon it, this
is my last folly.”
Irish Wit . —“ Faith,” said an Irishman who
could not get into his cabin at Ballingarry, his
wife having turned the key upon him; 44 faith,
but I’m regularly locked in /”
“In!” said his companion ; 44 in where?”
44 Why in the street .”
A Happy Man. —The editor of the Pittsburg
Chronicle says :— 44 Talk about enjoyment of
wealth—it never can be enjoyed —it never can be
enjo}'ed—an abundance is a heap of misery.—
A man who owns a house, a small wife, a big dog,
“a cow, tw r o or three fat pigs and a dozen of chil
dren, ought to be satisfied. If he isn’t he never
can be.”
Cutting it Rather Thick . —A Poetess, writing
about her lover, says in the most charming man
ner imaginable —
“ He drew
In one long kiss, my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.”
We would not at all be surprised on hearing of
the same interesting youth drawing the lady’s
pocket-book or a half dozen silver spoonss from
her table.
Domestic embellishment.-A lady of high rank
and exquisite taste having reiki an advertisement
of a London silversmith, in which it was stated that
by the eleetrotvpe process waiters and other articles
might be plated so that by no possible test they
could be distinguished from real silver, sent her
three footmen and page to be electrotvped by the
advertiser.
Influence of a Smile . —It is related in the life of
a celebrated mathematician, William Hutton, that
a respectable looking countrywoman called upon
him one day, anxious to speak w T ith him. She
told him with an air of secrecy, that her husband
behaved unkindly to her, and sought other com
pany, frequently passing his evenings from home*
which made her feel extremely unhappy, and
knowing Mr. Hutton to be a wise man she thought
he might he able to tell her how she should man
age to cure her husband.
case was a common one and he thought
he could prescribe for it without losing his repu
tation as a conjurer. 44 The remedy is a sirnple
one,” said he, “but. I have never known it to fail.
Always treat vour husband with a smile.”
The woman expressed her thanks dropped acur
tesvand went away. A few months afterwards
she waited on Mr. Hutton, with a couple of fine
fowls, which she begged him to accept. She told
him, while a tear of joy and gratitude glistened
in her eye, that she had followed his advice and
her husband was cured. He no longer sought the
company of others, but treated her with constant
love and kindness.
Three Pictures. — A convict was recently sent to
the Massachusetts Penitentiary for the crime of
theft, committed while intoxicated. On the walls
of his cell were found many designs, done with
charcoal, and among them were three portrait*,
which are thus described :
“The first figure of this group is that of a
bright boy, with his hoop in one hand, and the
driving stick in the other, childishly, innocently,
and happily pursuing the sport of youth, without
a care or a thought of the distant future. The
next figure is that of a young man, whose excel
lent form, neat attire, and intelligent countenance,
bespoke one who might command the attention of
the wise and good. The last figure is that of a
person, shabbily dressed, with hair uncombed,
standing behind the grated door of a prison’s cell.
Directly over the second figure were the words,
‘ What I once was!’ and over the last figure, ‘lVhat
I now am ! ’ ”
■■"■"-■S. 1 ■ 1 ■” ■■!■■! HffJ.LB
Fashion for Spring*, 1840.
IYOBLE LYON, (Gibbon’s Buildings,) Hatter,
i\ Successor to Ives, Horsey Sc Co.—The following varieties
may be found at the above named Hat Store : Fine Bluck and
Drab Beavers, White, Otter, ,and Pearl Brush, No. 1 and 2,
Moleskin, Drab and Black Brush. Also, Plantation Hats,
Leghorns, Rutland and Palm Leaf, Men’s and Boys’ and
Children’s Coburg, and Infants’ China Pearl Hats, <scc., dec.
For sale wholesale and retail at New York Prices,
mar 29
Reform 1 our Washing: Bills.
THE only way in which this can be done effectu
allv, is to procure one of Sabin’s patent WASHING
MACHIN ES, manufactured by Mr. Quantock, corner of
Montgomery and Liberty Streets. This truly useful Machine
is warranted to wash perfectly clean, without injuring in the
slightest degree the finest article of clothing, in three minutes
time. The most economical soap which can be used with
these machines is the Soft Soap manufactured by Geo. H.
Brock, 111 Bay Street. The soap is warranted to start the
dirt , and to be the cheapest Soap which can be used. Ample
reference can be given.
mar 29 4
DEPOT OF FOREIGN FRUITS.
DE MARTIN,
CORNER OF BAY AND WHITAKER STS.
KEEPS constantly on hand a supply of Fresh
Fruits, with a complete assortment of Preserves, Bran
dy Fruits, Pickles, Sauces, finest quality of Segars, Tobacco
and choice Wines.
Orders from the country most respectfully solicited, and will
be supplied on the most accommodating terms.
March 22.
HOUSE AND SIGN PAINTING, GLAZING, &C.
THE subscriber having taken the store No. 121, Brough
ton street, has re-coinmenced in the above business, and
will be happy to receive orders for work. He will also keep
for sale all kinds of mixed paints, window glass, putty, oil,
turpentine, Sec.
March 22, ’49. 3m. JOHN OLIVER.
%Vlii\in <**OD*.
THE Subscriber has just received, by late arri
vals from New York and Philadelphia, a handscine assort
ment of every kind of BOOTS AND SHOES, for gentlemen,
ladies, youths, misses and children, all of which he offers for
sale on reasonable terms. SAM. A. WOOD,
. March 21. 105 Sc 10G Bryan-st.
lIOUMH I t:HA I*lll AG STOKE.
pOLLINS & BERKLEY, No. 108 Bryan-st..
\J would respectfully invite the attention of purchasers to
their large and varied assortment of Crockery, Glass Waie,
and House Furnishing Goods, consisting in part of Flowing
Blue, Mnlberry, and W. G. Dinner setts; China and W. G.
Tea setts; Mugs Vases, Ornaments, Glass Lamps, Straw
berry Wines, Ashburton Goblets, Solar Chimneys and Shades,
Julep Tubes, and a general assortment of Glass Ware. Stone
Butter Pots, Pickle Jars, Churns, Jugs, Sc c.
LAMPS AND TIN WARE.
Burning Fluid Lamps, Miniature Solar Lamps, Hall Lan
terns, Bronze Candlesticks, Nursery Lamps for Invalids, Tea
Waiters, a fine assortment, Slop Pails, Foot Tubs, Cofifee Big
gins, Oyster Stew and Venison Dishes, Dish and Plate covers,
Cake Boxes, 6cc.
FAMILY HARDWARE AND CUTLERY.
Ivory Table Cutlery with Knives only, Buck Horn and com
mon Cutlery, Razors and Pocket Knives, Col Tee Mills, Sauce
and Stew Pans, Soup Digesters, Overi9, Pots, Skillets, Spiders,
Gridirons, Wafer and Waffle Irons, Furnaces. Brass Shovel
and Tongs, Andirons, Stair Rods, Whips, Quilling Scissors,
Paste daggers, Ice Breakers, Cork Screws, Mouse Traps, 6cc.
WILLOW AND WOOD WARE.
Buckets, Tubs, Wash Boards, Sieves, Piggins, Churns, Beef
Steak Pounders, Lemda Squeezers, Wood Spoons, Butter
Prints, Cake Beaters, Butter Pats, Rolling Pins, Towel Roll
ers, Faucets, Bird Cage3, also Market Baskets, Waggons,
Hobly Horses, Travelling and Work Baskets, Dusting and
Scrub Brushes, Sweeping Brooms, and other brushes.
MISCELLANEOUS.
Straw Satchels, Knife Baskets, Paper Lamp Shades and
Frames, Thermometers, Spool stands, Swifts for windingsilk, Ico
Cream Churns, Knife Cleaners, Nut Picks and Crackers
Gravy Strainers, Toy Hoes, and rake3, Apple Corers and
Peelers, Buckwheat Cake Griddles, of Soap Stone, Table
Mats, also Door Mats of different qualities, together with a
great variety of goods not enumerated. Also Camphine and
Burning Fluid of the best quality.
Housekeepers, Planters, and others, are invited to call at
their prices are as low as elsewhere.
BOOK AND JOB PRINTING,
Os all kinds, executed at thin Office, with aealacw and
despatch.
HAVING lately put our Office in complete order
and made large additions to it, we have now the most ex
tensive Job Printing Office in the City and are prepared to
execute all kinds of PLAIN AN D FANCY PRINTING,
with neatness and despatch, and on the most accomodating
terms. Office 102 Bryan-street, entrance on Bay Lane.
Savannah, March 22d, 1&49. EDWARD J. PURSE.