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A MELTING STORY.
One winter evening, a. country store-keeper in
the Green Mountain State, was about closing bis
doors for the night, and while standing in the
snow outside, putting up the window shutters, he
saw through the glass, a lounging, worthless fel
low within, grab a pound of fresh butter from the
shelf, and conceal it in his hat.
The act was no sooner detected than the re
venge wras hit upon, and a very few minutes
found the Green Mountain store keeper at once
indulging his appetite for fun to the fullest extent,
and paying off the theft with a facetious sort ol
torture, for which he might have gained a pre
mium from the old inquisition.
‘I say, Seth!’ said the store-keeper, coming in
and closing the door after him, slapping his hand
over his shoulders, and stamping the snow of! his
feet.
Seth had his hand on the door, his hat upon his
head, and the roll of butter in his hat, anxious to
make his exit as soon as possible.
T say, Seth, sit down ; I reckon now, on such an
e-ter-nal night as this, a leetle somethin would’nt
hurt a fellow.’
Seth felt very uncertain, he had the butter, and
was exceedingly anxious to be off, but the temp
tation of something warm sadly interfered with
his resolution to go. This hesitation, however,
was soon settled by the right owner of the butter,
taking Seth by the shoulders and planting him in
a seat close to the stove, where he was in such a
manner cornered in by barrels and boxes, that
while the grocer sat before him there was no pos
sibility of getting out, and right in this, sure enough
the store keeper sat down.
‘Seth, we’ll have a little warm Santa Cruz,’ said
the Green Mountain grocer; so he opened the
stove door and stuffed in as many sticks as the
space would admit; ‘without it you’d freeze going
home such a night as this.’
Seth already felt the butter settling down clo
ser to his hair, and jumped up declaring he must
g°-
‘Not till you have had something warm, Seth;
Seth, come, I’ve got a story to tell you, too, sit
down now;’ and Seth was again pulled into his
seat by his cunning tormenter.
*Oh! it’s tu darned hot here,’ said the petty thief,
attempting to rise.
‘Set down —sit down—don’t be in such a plaguy
hurry,’ retorted the grocer, pushing him back in
his chair.
‘But I’ve got the cows to fodder, and some wood
to split, and I must be going,’ said the persecuted
chap.
‘But you musn’t tear yourself away, Seth, in
this manner. Sit down ; let the cows take care
of themselves, and keep yourself cool; you ap
pear to be fidgety,’ said the roguish grocer with
a wicked leer.
The next thing was the production of two smo
king glasses of hot rum toddy, the very sight of
which, in Seth’s present situation would have
made the hair stand erect upon his head had it not
been well oiled and kept down by the butter.
‘Seth, I’ll give you a toast now, and you can
butter it yourself,’ said the grocer with an air of
such consummate simplicity that poor Seth still
believed himself unsuspected. ‘Seth, here’s—
here’s a Christmas goose well roasted and basted,
-eh? 1 tell you, that it’s the greatest eating in cre
ation. And Seth, don’t you never use hog’s fat
or common cooking butter to baste with—come
take your butter—l mean, Seth take your toddy.
Poor Seth now began to smoke as well as melt,
and his mouth was hermetically sealed up as tho’
he had been born dumb. Streak after streak of
the butter came pouring from under his hat, and
his handkerchief was already soaked with the
greasy overflow. Talking away as if nothing
was the matter; the grocer kept stuffing the wood
into the stove, while poor Seth sat bolt upright,
with his back against the counter, and his knees
almost touching the red hot furnace before.
‘Plagued cold night this,’ said the grocer. —
‘Why, Seth, you seem to perspire as if you were
warm! Why don’t you take your hat ofl7
Here, let me put your hat away?
“No !’ exclaimed poor Seth at last, with a spas
modic effort to get his tongue loose, clapping both
his hands upon his hat. ‘No, I must go, let me
out I ain’t well; let me go!’
A greasy cataract was now pouring down the
poor fellow’s face and neck ; and soaking into his
clothes, and trickling down his body into his very
boots, so that he was literally in a perfect bath of
oil.
‘Well, good night, Seth,’ said the humorous Ver
monter, ‘if you will go!’ and adding as he left,
‘neighbor I reckon the fun I’ve had out you is
worth ninepence, so I shant charge you for that
pound of butter.’
Right of Way to the Pacific. —It may be recol
lected that we stated some time since that an
English company had been endeavoring to ob
tain the exclusive right of way through Lake Ni
caragua. The late appointment of Mr. Squiers,
as diplomatic agent of the United States govern
ment at Guatamala, was made in reference, it is
said, to this movement. He will be instructed to
look after the rights of this country, in reference
to this right of way, by what is regarded as one
of the best routes to the Pacific.— N. Y . Herald.
THE CHILD AT THE TOMB.
The Brooklyn Eagle found the following elo
quent anecdote in the journal of a traveller in the
East:
A little child
’ That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb—
What should it know of death?
At Smyrna, the burial ground of the Armenian,
like that of the Moslem, is removed a short dis
tance from the town, is sprinkled with green trees,
and is a favorite resort, not only with the be
reaved, but with those whose feelings are not thus
darkly overcast. I met there one morning, a lit
tle girl, with a half playful countenance, busy
blue eye and sunny locks, bearing in one hand a
small cup of china, in the other a wreath of fresh
flowers. Feeling a very natural curiosity to know
what she could do with those bright things, in a
place that seemed to partake so much of sadness.
I watched her light motions. Reaching a retired
grave, covered with a plain marble slab, she
emptied the seed —which it appeared the cup
contained—into the slight cavities which had been
scooped out in the corner of the level tablet, and
laid the wreaths on its bare face.
“ And why,” I inquired, my sweet girl, do you
put seed into those little bowls there?”
“ It is to bring the birds here,” she replied, with
a half wondering look; “they will light on this
tree,” pointing to the cypress above, “when they
have eaten the seed, and sing.”
“To whom do they sing,” I asked; “to you, or
to each other!”
“Oh, no!” she quickly replied—“to my sister
—she sleeps here!”
“But your sister is dead!”
“Oh, yes, sir! but she hears the birds sing.”
“ Well, if she does hear the birds sing, she can
not see that wreath of flowers.”
“But she knows I put it there; I told her be
fore they took her away from our house, I would
come and see her every morning.”
“You must,” I continued, “have loved that sis
ter very much, but you will never talk with her
any more—never see her again.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a brightened look
—“I shall see her in Heaven.”
“But she has gone there already I trust.”
“No; she stops under this tree till they bring
me here, and then we are going to Heaven to
gether.”
A MATE WANTED.
We beg leave to be very much delighted and
exceedingly 7 proud, that the four nice verses below
came enveloped and addressed to “L. R. Streeter,
Esq., Editor of the Daily Star, Boston,” and writ
ten in a beautiful, delicate Italian hand, and bear
ing indubitable testimony to the fact that the white
fingers of some sweet damsel did the deed. Jf
we dont make a decided mistake, we could guess
within a mile of the spot from which this prime
article of damsel mischief came forth, and if right,
we are prepared to recommend Miss Kate as a
nice, trig, pretty, black-eyed, “wee bit” of a mai
den, worthy of the attention of any first rate young
gentleman of accomplishments and wealth. We
shall be but too happy 7 to have some very confi
dential conversation on the subject, ourself, at
such time and place as this Kate may 7 graciously T
condescend to select. In the meanwhile, here is
what she says are her ideas and wishes.
Corporal, Corporal, do tell me why
The best of mankind are always so shy?
I’d give my old shoes if one would come near,
And pop the sweet question of love in my ear.
I don’t want a beauty because he’d be vain;
Nor one that is terribly terribly plain;
Nora soft-pated coxcomb, who talks very fine,
But who knows not so much as a doll made of pine.
I want—yes, I want —but you know what I want,
1 wish you would find one, now will you? I cant,
Not one who aspires to Fame’s lofty dome
For he would be cross and ill-tempered at home.
I should not object to an editor though,
If I thought 1 could find one exactly like you ;
If you know of another that wishes a mate,
Will you please to address a line to poor Kate.
NOVEL SWINDLE.
Several of the fashionable novelists of Paris
have recently had a laugh together—for which,
however, they 7 had pre-paid rather a high price.
A chance inquiry, by one author, in the cause of
of anothei’s unwonted depression of spirits, ex
posed a mutual experience, which w r as found af
ter wards to be the exact counterpart of the expe
rience of half a dozen others. Eugene Sue was
one of the sufferers, and his account of it, given
at some length in the French journal, is briefly as
follows: He was called upon one morning after
breakfast, by a person who begged a private in
terview on a matter of some importance. The
stranger was a melancholy 7, but rather fine looking
man of forty-five or fifty, of prepossessing man
ners and very simple dress, who, after some pre
liminary embarrassment, told his story 7 . He had
once been the possessor of a fortune, had wasted
the greater portion in the exercises of youth, and
finally, sick of the had given the remainder
of his means to the convent of La Trappe, and
entered the cloister of the speechless brotherhood.
Here he w 7 as at last content. Years rolled on,
and he grew happier in his seclusion, till, one fatal
day, changing his cell to one which had been oc
cupied by a passing traveller, he found a
copy of one of the novels of the author he was
now addressing! In the fascination of this mtoxi
eating cup of ginius,—by its bewildiring and vivid
pictures of life, —by its adorable portraits o
women and wild passions—ihe dormant nerve
of his turbulent soul was electrified anew! His
brain was fired as he read. His blood kindled to
fever. He lost control over his thoughts and
limbs, and in frantic thirst for life once more in a
world so bewilderingly pictured, he tore off his
monkish cowl and rosary, dashed his missal into
the corner of his cell, and fled by night to Paris.
He had revelled here for weeks —be knew not
how long—when his strength gave way, illness
followed, and he was just now creeping forth from
a hospital. Sick and in want, he had come, to
the author of all this evil —sure that in the genius
where resided this wonderful power, there mu&t
be also a feeling of justice and compassion, to
which he could look for a partial reparation. The
victim needed money —he required means to return
to the convent he had deserted, and something
to present to the treasury of the brotherhood as
an expiatory peace-maker to insure his reception.
Such an appeal, ot course, was not to be resist
ed. The convicted and flattered launcher of the
thunderbolt pulled out his purse in pity- gave
the scathed sufferer a handful of gold —and grew
(not unpleasurably) pensive over the new view of
his responsibility as a possessor of appalling
power! Called upon by a brother authoi, dining
his contrite reverie, he disclosed the cause of his
sadness —which was received with a roar of
laughter. The listener had just been “done
brown” by the same eloquent impostor, only it
was his book, and not Monsieur Sue’s, that had
convulsed the apostate Trappist! As the story
got about, there was a general confession —every
man in Paris who had written a tale, having paid
handsomely to undo the fatal mischief of its fasci
nation ! The melancholy monk, it need hardly
be said, turned out to be one of the most accom
plished swindlers of the continent.
HOW DAT ID PRICE CURED HIS WIFE’S SHOCK
ING BAD TEMPER.
David, a man of meek and kindly spirit, had
long suffered from the patter-clatter, never-en
ding, scolding tongue of iis worscr half.
One day an herb-doctor met David at his work
with a
Well, Master David, bow be yon?”
“Ob, I be very well, thanks to ye ; but my
wife’s not so very nicely.”
“Indeed,” said the gatherer of simples, with a
quick ear for an ailment, “ what may be the mat
ter wi’ she, Master David ?”
“Well,” said Dvid, in his usual dry and quiet
way, “ she hev a bad breaking out about the
mouth now and then, that troubles her and me
varry sore, I ’sure ye, Master Doctor.”
“ Well,” said the latter, “ I could make a grand
cure of her, I’ll warrant; I hev a salve ’at 1 makes
fra the juce of the juniper tree, and by biling up
a vast o’ different kind o’ things ’at quite cures
that in no time.”
“Deed,” said David, “and what might your
charge be, now, for a box o’ that ’intment ’at
would quite cure her?”
“Oh,” said the herbalist, looking anxiously up
in David's face, “onlva matter of a shilling.”
“ Well, that’s dirt cheap,” said David. “If you
cures her I’ll give you eighteen pence—there
now.”
With this offer, the doctor set off home to pre
pare his nostum, and straightway hied the very
next day to David’s house, box in hand. There he
found Mrs. Price, and went at once to business.
“ Well, Mrs. Price, your master tells me that
you hev betimes a bad breaking out about the
mouth, and I’ve brougt a box o’ fine ’intment ’at
will cure.”
With this announcement Mrs. Price fired up, at
once seeing her husband’s jest, raised the brush
with which she was sweeping the floor, and pum
meled the doctor to her heart’s content, even fol
lowing to beat him a field from her house, he
screaming out all the while:
“ Oh, Missus Price ! be you gone mad ?”
From that day, however, Mrs. Price has been
wholly cured of her scolding habits. David has
only to look up in her face and say, “ I’ll get a
box of that ’intment,” and there’s an end to the
matter. David honorably paid the doctor his
eighteen pence, and treated him to make him for
get his pummeling. The whole of these circum
stances are strictly true.
POSITIVE AND COMPARATIVE.
A young married couple from the country
stopped for a few hours at one of our hotels, the
other day, for the purpose of taking some refresh
ments. The bridegroom called for wine, cakes,
&c. with a liberal air. When he was going away,
he called the landlord, and taking a half-dollar
piece from his pocket, asked in a self-important
tone —
“ Well! what’s to pay ?”
“ Two dollars,” replied the host, coolly.
“Two dollars!’ exclaimed the bridegroom, in
a tone of profound astonishment. He had expect
ed at least a dime in change from his half dollar.
“The bill is low—quite low—in fact too low,’
said the landlord in a grave tone.
The gentleman could not dispute a bill on the
day of his marriage. He drew out his pocket
book with this very sage remark:
“ Mary, my love, you are dear to me—very
dear —but this treat is dearer •
Lamp Oil.
J UST Received per ship Hartford, a lot of s u .
perior Sperm Oil, which is warranted pure. For n],
very cheap at store, 111 Bay street.
apl 12 GEO. H. BROCK.
Foreign Fruits.
RDE MARTIN, Corner Whitaker and Bay
. Streets, hns made nrrangemets to be constantly
with choice WEST INDIA b RL ITS and 1 EGETABLEs
selected expressly for his trade, to which he invites the atten.
tion of the public. Orders from the country respectfully
licited nnd supplied upon the lowest terms. Also, constantly
on hand a complete assortment of select Groceries, Teaj
Wines, Segars, Syrups, English Sauces and Pickels, p re>
serves, Ac., which would be to the interest ot purchasers ti
inspect previous to supplying their demands. ap 12
rTngß ~BR^.
FOR a term ofyears,that commodious LUMBER
YARD, known as “Pooler’s Dock,” and which has been
occupied by Mr. A. A. Sinets, for the last twenty-five years
This property has a front on Savannah River of two hundred
and twenty feet, and extends back on the eastern line fir©
hundred feet; on the western line six hundred feet, and
fronts on Indian street, t\vo hundred feet.
Possession given on Jhe 10th es June next. For term,
apply to ROBERT W. POOLER, Sen.,
Attorney for Caroline M. Fraser and Rebecca M. Pooler
April 3 it
HOUSE AND SIGN PAINTING, ELAIING, &C.
THE subscriber having taken the store No. 121, Brough
ton street, has re-commenced in the above business, and
will be happy to receive orders for w*ork. He will also keep
for sale all kinds of mixed paints, window* glass, putty, r o ii
turpentine, Ac.
March 22, ’49. 3m. JOHN OLIVER.
Fashion for Spring:, 11849.
VOBLE LYON, (Gibbon’s Buildings,) Hatter,
JL\ Successor to Ives, Horsey A Co.—The following vnrietiei
may be found at the above named Hat Store : Fine Black nnd
Drab Beavers, White, Otter,jand Pearl Brush, No. 1 nnd 2,
Moleskin, and Black Brush. Also, Plantation Ilati,
Leghorns, Rutland and Palm Leaf, Men’s and Boys’ and
Children’s Coburg, and Infants’ China Pearl Hats, Ac., &c.
For sale wholesale and retail at New* York Prices,
mar 29
SPRING GOODS*
THE Subscriber has just received, by late arri
vals from New York and Philadelphia, a handsome 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 A 106 Bryan-st.
HOUSE FURNISHING STORE.
pOLLINS & BULKLEY, No. 108 Bryan-st.,
\J w*ould respectfully invite the attention of purchasers to
their large and varied assortment of Crockery, Glass Waif,
and House Furnishing Goods, consisting in part of Flowing
Blue, Mulberry, 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. Ston#
Butter Pots, Pickle Jars, Churns, Jugs, Ac.
LAMPS AND TIN WARE.
Burning Fluid Lamps, Miniature Solar Lamps, Hall Lin
terns, Bronze Candlesticks, Nursery Lamps for Invalids, To*
Waiters, a fine assortment, Slop Pails, Foot Tubs, Coffee Big
gins, Oyster Stew and Venison Dishes, Dish and Plate cover!,
Cake Boxes, Ac.
FAMILY HARDWARE AND CUTLERY.
Ivory Table Cutlery with Knives only, Buck Horn nnd com
mon Cutlery, Razors and Pocket Knives, Coffee Mills, Snucs
and Stew Pans, Soup Digesters, Ovens, Pots, Skillets, Spider!,
Gridirons, Wafer and Waffle Irons, Furnaces. Brass Shovel
and Tongs, Andirons, Stair Rods, Whips, Quilling Scissors,
Paste Jaggers, Ice Breakers, Cork Screws, Mouse Traps, Ac.
WILLOW AND WOOD WARE,
Buckets, Tubs, Wash Boards, Sieves, Piggitis, Churns, Beef
Steak Pounders, Lemon Squeezers, Wood Spoons, Butter
Prints, Cake Beaters, Butter Pats, Rolling Pins, Towel Roll
ers, Faucets, Bird Cages, also Market Baskets, Waggons,
Hobly Horses, Travelling and Work Baskets, Dusting and
Scrub Brushes, Sweeping Brooms, and other brushes.
MISCELLA N EOUS.
Straw Satchels, Knife Baskets, Paper Lamp Shades and
Frames, Thermometers, Spool stands, Swifts for windingsilk,lc®
Cream Churns, Knife Cleaners, Nut Picks; and Crackers,
Gravy Strainers, Toy Iloes, and rakes, Apple Corers and
Peelers, Buckwheat Cake Griddles, of Soap Stone, Tabl*
Mats, also Door Mats of different qualities, together with a
great variety of goods not enumerated. Also Camphioe and
Burning Fluid of the best quality.
Housekeepers, Planters, and others, are invited to call ai
their prices are as low aselsewhere.
BOOK AND JOB PRINTING,
Os all kinds, executed at this Office, willi neataeaa aai
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 nnd are prepared to
execute all kinds of PLAIN AND FANCY PRINTING,
with neatness and despatch, and on the most accomodating
terms. Office 102 Bryan-street, entrance on Bay Lnne.
Savannah, March 22d, 1849. EDWARD J. PURSE.
A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY,
A WEEKLY SOUTHERN NEWSPAPER, PUBLISHED
EVERY THURSDAY. BY
EDWARD J. PURSE.
TERMS:—T WO DOLLARS A YEAH-
Three Copies for one year, or one copy three years, $5 00
Seven Copies, - - - - - 10 00
Twelve Copies, - - - - - 15 00
%* Advertisements to a limited extent, will be inserted
at the rate of 50 cents for a square of nine lines or less, fr r
the first insertion, and 30 cents for each subsequent insertion*
Business cards inserted for a year at Five Dollars.
CF* A liberal discount will be made to Pest Masters wb*
will do us the favor to act as Agents.
EF* All communications to be addressed (post-paid) to
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