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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.