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tea is .such a beau—a Geor»
gian too—that you- know a|j
. • : ...» by jvputat on, 1 will not
fatigue you with a sketch/'*
•-.\ .5 now/ 5 said Mr. Bentley/ ris
ing “you musvexeusc
me til! dinner. Frank will see that
you pass your time in the way which
will be most agreeable to you/’
[to be continued,]
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.FOR TUB INDEPENDENT PP.K3S.
[No. 17]
The Flag of Temperance.
Our eagle screamed his battle err
Oa Bunker’s bristling brow--
Bravo hearts were thero resolved to die,
Or make the tyrant bow.
The flag of Freedom quivered thero
Upon the battle storm, —j
The eye of death, with lurid glare,
Lit many a ghastly form.
For eight long years the tide of blood
Swept o’er Columbia's land—
Jehovah by our fathers stood,
Aud led the' gallant baftd.
God of our sires! and is the hand
Which struck the tyrant low
For us, their children, now inunannod,
Or is it's vengeance slow ?
Awake. Columbia’s sons, awake I
Gird all your armor on—
Another tyrant's chains must break,
Another fight be won.
The flag of temperance waves its folds.
The eagle screams again—
The captive now with joy beholds
The bursting of his chain.
And will the sons of freedom’s sires
Refuse to join the van ?
Burn in their breasts no eager fires,
To aid their fellow-mau ?
Who’d win his glory in the strife
Os war's tempestuous Hood,
Must in the battlo scorn his life,
Aud spill his brother's blood.
Not so the man who lists beneath
The banner we have spread—
Our soldiers breathe no murderous breath,
Nor sleep they with the. dead.
Our banner leads to victory,
Its path have thousands trod—
. Our army must undaunted be,
Our leader is our God!
Awake Columbia’s sons, awake!
Gu» fc«glo screams again—
- Another*tyrant now must quake,
And cense on earth to reign.
Turnwoid, July 22<1. 1343. t. t.
Miscellaneous.
[communicated.]
jrv: fiioic T>tF*er,jy i'<».
Mr. Editor: —lt lias been with
much surprise, that I have, for some
time past, noticed tire slurs, which you
have sought to cast upon Female 061-
lege|; and they appear, all the more
astonishing, since the. course, which
you, and some others are pursuing, is
in direct opposition to public opinion.
In all the articles upon tee subject,
which hare come under my notice,
not a solitary good objection, has been
urged against these institutions. A
kind of sweeping denunciation has
been marie, without, as I imagine, any
positive knowledge, 1 as to the manner
in which they are conducted, or the
results, which have been accomplished
by them. Ihe charges made against
our Colleges, are of that vague, in
d£ijtfUhAel^.raat <> | p r; which
disposition, to find fault, or a jealousy
f the interest, evinced by the corn
j/munity in general, on the subject of
jFemale Education* It is, indeed, a
grave charge, brought against a female
college, to call it an “er?7”--one, which
should not be made, without the strong
est evidence of its truth, If these in
ajffltutions [ je evils, their influence upon
pic community generally, and partic
ularly upon the pupils educated at
them, must be evil also. Such a num-
of them, having been in succcss
operation .so long, it is, certainly,
time that. some of the mischievous
eoftsoqUftices, resulting from them
nho^Hßklev’el.Oj|»e.d. On the contra-
L k . '‘ o biappear to me to be
ooing tnuuunMrh And yet, to read
your articles, ori|wotild suppose, that
the country was : uj«L the verge of ruin,
simply because themung ladies of the
land are receiving of a lib
eird education. causes of your
apprehensions, Mr. Editor, exist only
in your imagination! No human in
stitution is there arc
faults in our system off education, no
one doubts. Thu. question is, how
flfodl we r. 1 1
ent plans are PTOffve of evil, and
only evil, they o|pT icertaiuly to be
Abandoned. -v/ i 11 suggest some
new plan,, better than [he one at pres-
that will remedy the
evil&gjipwhieb you so bitterly cprn-
creating more foi-rnida-
Mefmcayoji will confer a great favor
im I A Teacher. /g
Goo*! Advice.—WEion a certain
Engiish«)aiviter [jew infoa rage and into
print .b#ausc one of. his pictures had
.-beenjjfug&ly handled 'fey the critics,
vi|@n%te himself by ] 1 j 3 [ )rus [| rather
*Trmn bw/us pen,
■ - ’
The <*««/.« bUHnOMcUrntm.
Some JMfi ago, near the town of
IvCadnig,- BerksK’ountv, Pennsylvania, j
'Wpbsy, ! ! " tner, naimfp
foweignobm^-—of Cierman descent."
(S ruul accCTribToo, ns his speech will in
dicate. Old mail SwcighbolFer had
once served as a member of the Legis
lature, and was ‘no foolas lie had
long commanded a volunteer corps of
rustic militia, lie could hardly be sup
posed inclined to cowardice. His boy
Peter was his only son, a strapping lad
of seventeen; and upon young Peter
old Peter devolved the principal cares
and toils of the old gentleman’s farm,
now and then assisted by the old lady
and her two bouncing daughters—for
it is very common in this state to see
the women and girls in the field—and
upon extra occasions by some hired
hands.
Well, one warm day, in haying time,
old Peter and young Peter, were hard
at work in the meadow when the old
man drops his scythe and bawls out:
‘Oli! mine G.ptt, Peter 1’
‘W hat’s de matter, fader?’ answered
the son, straightening up, and looking
towards his sire.
‘Oh mine Gott,’ again cries the old
man.
‘Bonder,’ echoes young Peter, hur
rying up to the old man. ‘Fader,
what’s-de matter?’
‘Oh, mine Gott, Peter, de shnake
bite mine leg!’
If anything in particular was capa
ble of frightening young. Peter, it was
snakes, for he had once crippled, him
self for life bv trampling upon a crook
ed strick,*which broke his ancle, and
so horrified the youngster, that he
liked to have fallen through himself.
At the word snake, young Peter fell
back nimbly as a wire dancer, and
bawled in turn.
‘Where is demhnake?’
‘Aup mine trowsis, Peter—Oh, mine
Gotti’
lOh, mine Gott, echoed Peter, Jr.,
‘kill him, fader.’
‘Xo-o, no-a, he kill me, Peter-—come,
come quick.’
But Peter the younger’s cowardice
; overcame his filial love, while his fears
: gave strength to his legs, and lie start
ed like a seared locomotive to call the
old, burly Dutchman, who was in a
distant part of the field, to give the
father a lift with the snake. Old
Jake, the farmer’s assistant, came bung
ling along, as soon as lie heard the
news, ami on passing by the fence
whereon Peter and his boy had hung
up their “linscy woolsey” vests, Jake
grabbed one of the garments, and hur
ried to the old man, who still managed
to keep on his pins, although he was
quaking and fluttering like an aspen
leaf in a June gale of wind.
‘Oh, mine Gott I Come —come
quick, Yacob!’
‘Vat you got, eh? shnake?’
‘Yaw, yaw. Come, come, Yacob !
lie bites me all to pieces—-here, aup
mine leg.’
u Old Jake was not particularly sen-
I sitive to fear, but few people, young
or old, are dead to alarm when a *pi
zen’ reptile is making a levy. Gath
erri tv-dp- r: nr snrq 'utV -1 * sta ljc or “.a"'"Star-'
wart weed, old Jake told the boss to*
stand ready and he would at least stun
the snake by a rap or two if lie did
not kill him stone dead ; and old man
Peter, less loth to have his leg broken
than be bitten to death by the viper,
designated the spot to strike, and old
Jake let him have it.
The first blow broke the weed, and
also knocked old Peter off his pegs on
a haycock.
‘Oli!’ roared Peter, you have broken
mine leg, and te tarn thnake’s got
away.’
‘Yere? vere?’ cried old Jake, mov
ing briskly about, and scanning very
narrowly the earth he stood upon/
‘Never mind him, Yacob—help me
up—l’ll go home.’
‘Put on your vilest, den—here it is,’ !
said the krout-eater, gathering up his
humpy back. The moment old Peter
made the effort, lie grew livid in the
forO htS !»•*»» On an A, Urfcc
squills upon the frightful porkempine,’
as Mrs. Partington observes, lie shiv
ered, he shook, his teeth chattered,
and his knees knocked a staocatto ac
compli foment.
‘Oh, Yacob, earfy me home! I’m
so deat as. nits!’
‘Vat? Jsh nodder shnake in your
trowsis!’
‘No, a—look! I’m swelt all aup!
Mine vhest won't go on mine back.
Oh mine Gott!’
‘Tender and blixin!’ cried old Jake,
as he took the same conclusion, and
with might and main lugged and car
ried the boss some quarter of a mile
to the house.
Young Peter had shinned it for
home at the earliest stage of the dire
proceedings, and so alarmed the girls
that they were in high strikes when
they saw the approach of poor old dad
and his assistant.
Oldman Peter was carried in and
began to die natural as life, when in
cometh the old lady, in a great bustle,
and wanted to know what was going
bn. Old Peter, in the last gasp of ag
ony and weakness, pointed to his leg.
The old woman ripped up his panta
loons, ami out fell a small thistle-top,
arid the same time considerable of a
scratch was made visible.
‘Call dish a shnake? Bah?’says the
old woman.
‘O, but I’m pizened to death, Molly.
See, I’m all pizen, mine vhestuofc come
over mine pocly at all.’
‘Haw ! haw ! haw l’ roared the old
woman. ‘Vat a fool. You got Peter’s
vest on.’
‘Koshr roars old Peter, shaking,
ofl death’s icy fetters at one surge and
jumping up. ‘Yacob, vat an old fool
you must be, to say I was shnake bit.
Go’bout your business, gals. Peter,
pring me some beer.’
The old wpman saved Peter’s life.
Discouraging.— John B. Gough,
the temperance advocate, stated, in'a
late speech in, London, that out bfoOO','-
000 persons who had signed the pledge
in the United states, 420 ) / OQO had bro
| I'inrcnt
Somf IwV v<‘ or fifteen years turn
■within anr rceblllptiofo iherc appeared
in the erly of' Now Orleans u vet v gen
fiemaiuv, easy, off-hanueu F inmvuma],
whom all the old residents‘seeim-d UU
know very intimately, and at whom
they winked their eyes and smirked
in a very familiar and sceptical style.
He, too, ‘ was hail-fellow-well-met with
everybody, and soon drew around
him urowds,of friends and admirers,
lie gave fine dinners, which were at
tended hv our first merchants ; his
wines were imported by himself from
the vintages of counts and dukes, who
were his particular and personal friends
—and liis wit was as racy, sparkling,
and bubbling as his wine. It soon
got on ’Change that the distingue was
the agent of the Barings, who had
leaped info the market armed, like
Minerva from the head of Jupiter,
cap-a-pte. There was a great stir
among the dealers in the business. No
one could enter the lists against such
a buyer, lie swept the markets, ta
king all the cotton that could did
bought, and at high prices. He hip
not, of course, pay any thing, but sope,
ped the cotton to his friends in Eurauk
drew upon it, and got the Citizens’ Bded
to take his bills, lie also persua bis
the managers of tins bank into on,
views of the inevitible rise of cottars
and induced them to Issue gireuln
throughout the South to all the plaas
tors, advising them to hold oil, be
cotton would certainly advance large
ly beyond present rates. For this
valuable suggestion, as well as to
to obtain his aid in carrying it into
effect, the said agent of the Barings
obtained an advance of SIOO,OOO.
He then deemed it prudent to
knock off and close his business.
His cotton and all other claims were
relinquished to the bill-holders: and
lo behold ! the said agent of the great
house of Baring and Cos. turned out
to be no other than an old German
speculator and charalatan, of whom
our people have previously had some
experience, of the name of Vincent
Nolle, and that the extent of his au
thority for the Barings was a letter of
credit for $5,000, on the strength of
which lie had purchased forty or fifty
thousand bales of cotton.
When this discovery was made,
there was a terrible excitement and
hubbub in t ;e commercial circles of
this city. Innumerable suits were
commenced by the sellers of cotton,
by receivers, packers, ship-owners,
and every body else, against' the spec
ulative Teuton. He was arrested and
imprisoned in the calaboose, where he
contined for some time, occupying the
best rooms in that then fashionable
resort, and which have character
ized his mode of living at all periods
and under all circumstances. Out of
these transactions grew an endless and
illimitable litigation, which we do not
believe has been concluded to this day,
while the Citizen’s Bank and sundry
o'her parties suffered extensively.
Long before this litigaton, however,
reaclicdany distinct and positive issue,
the author of it, obtaining a release
1 rrwu uurance vile, slipped quietly on
board the tine steamer Ambassador,
on which his friends had engaged for
him the best state-room providing him
with every comfort and luxury that a
man of his luxurious habits would re
quire.- Thus, for the last time’, depart
ed from this city the renowned Vin
cent Noltc.—A r . O. Delta.
Asa faithful chronicler of the times,
I must notice the recent change^ ll
the Evening Post newspaper. Neither
most of the readers of the Conner, nor
myself, are partial to the politics or
proclivities of-this paper. Yet we can
not but admire the boldness and fear
less ability with which it asserts its
opinions and defends its principles/
The Post used to be one of tho “res
pectable old fogy” evening papers. It
is so no longer. There lias been in
fused into its columns during the past
few months, a progressive
Arnerican spi'-it, which makes it. the
most desirable evening paper in Nevv-
York. It-has lately adopted the plan
of having the news boys selling it in
the street, and thus disposes of more
copies than any other afternoon paper.
The earnestness with which it re
cently vindicated the South from the
malicious attack of the Tribune , in con
nection with the Loring murder at the
vSt. Nicholas Hotel, plainly showed
that its judgments of good, and its
censures of evil arc not, and will never
be, bounded by geographical or section
al lines. The JWhas the acknowledged
best “leaders,” the fullest local notices,
the ablest financial article, and the best
musical criticisms of any paper in this
city.
This much I am bound to say in praise
of a paper, to many of whose 'princi
ples, 1 am totally and radically opposed.
\_C'hs. Courier.
Tiie Inventor of ICaitroarfs.
We hear the question asked—who
-was the inventor of the railroad ?—and
have never heard it satisfactorily answ
ered, and we believe there are very few
persons in this country who know any
thing on the subject. Some few years
ago, llowitt,'of the People’s Journal,
gave a sketch of the alleged inventor,
who up to May, 1830 had been neg
lected in England. While thousands
had been enriched by his brilliant
slieme, he had remained forgotten—
forced by poverty to sell glass cm com
mission, for a living. How many of the
railway projectors, agitators, stock
holders, &c., have heard of the subject
of these remarks?
About half a century ago—-the. exact
year is not known—there, \Vas born at
heeds; England, a man named , Thom
as Gray. Scarcely any tiling is know n
of his early history, lie was wc be
lieve, a poor collier ; and. being, very
ingen ions, he conceived the idea ofiao
ilitating the transportation ofeoal from
the middle (own colliery of Leeds, a
distance of three miles, by means of a
sort of railway, which he eonsti'ucfod
of wood; ITpon'this his ears moved
at the rate’Oi' three and a half miles an
hour, to the groat merriment of a wise
|nd dtscrinnting public, who laughed
the u, rail way as something
j^HnsiOinuy, jiud as tic mere sug
|j£ipnbi|of h£lness. Boor G ray thought
iMagiiideient visions of fu
ture raihvoA S uah us arc now stupen
dous realities loaned up before him,
and he began uj/ahv in ptiblic, , ; of a
generalFysteiri <f iron railroads. He
was laughed at fold declared a vision
ary, moon-.sfriul (U>l. IW tub
Gray contemplated his little 'railway
for coal, tJte morelirmly did lie believe
in the practicability and immense use
fulness of his schemes He saw in it.
till that is now and he resolved,
in spite of the ridieuld the sneers and
the rebels that were heaped upon him,
to prosecute his undertaking. lie pe
titioned the British .Parliament, and
sought interviews with all the great
men of the kingdom; but all this
had no effect, except to bring down
upon him, wherever he went, the
loud sheets and ridicule of till classes.
Still be perservred, and at. lengh engag
ed the attention of men of intelligence
and influence, who filially embraced
his views, urged his plans, and the re
sult is now before the world. Thom
as Gray, the inventor of railroads,
who, nos longer ago than 1820, was
laughed a\ for even mentioning the idea,
still lives in Exeter, England, in the
full realization of his grand and noble
railroad schemes, for which he was
declared insani How much has
the world bece benefited by his in
sanity' !
Support Vonr Sjocal Paper.
The local p-ess is emphatically the
representative and the exponent of the
local interests wants and wishes of
each community, and on its energy
and watchfulness the community rely r .
■Each community should first see that
its local press is put upon a firm and
substantial tooting, which can only be
dene by a steady acid liberal patron
age :
° i
It] each member of a community
would become a paying subscriber
to the paper of his own town and
county, six months would.not elapse
before- the enlargement and im
provements which would take place in
our papers would enable each person
to dispense with one or more No them
papers, without finding his facilities for
intelligence in the least diminished.
A people commit no greater error
than, that of permitting their local
press to languish by reason of an inad
equate support. Never say your coun
ty paper is small and not worth ta
king ; give it the support to which it
isbntitled and it will be immediately
enlarged and improved so as to meet
the full expectations and wants of the
community in which it is located. We
Relieve that publishers are generally
liberal in responding to a liberal pat
iionage by the. improvement of their
papers, as appreciation of such liberal
ity.
If a man is able to take but one pa
per, that should be the one published
nearest to his place of residence, and
the next should be the one published
at the commercial metropolis of his
own state, fbr local and Siato inter
ests. lie will have rendered himself
able to. consult histastc as to the paper
he will Jean upon for amusement or
additional redding from abroad.
Hoes vs. llose.- —One of our shop
men was the “hero” of quite a “ scene”
the other day. A lady from thecoun
try stepped into the store and inquired
for hosm The. young gent went to the
front door and brought in a couple of
corn hoes. The lady looked confused
and told him rather tartly that it was
ladies' hose she wanted. ' “Ah, yes,”
replied the young knight of the yard
stick ; and taking the corn hoes back
to their place, returned in a jiffy with
a couple of very delicate little ‘garden
hoes, 0/,TV,V;Ui Contusion worse"coun
founded. The lady, out all pa
tience, mformyd Ids clerkship that she
.wanted hose vit.liout .Jumrin,* iAa -wju.--
The young chap “took,” blushed
deeply, held on to the counter to keep
from “going up,” passed out the
box inArked “ Ladies’ Hose,” and suc
ceedeij in making a sale. He has
since abandoned standing collars.— St.
Louij News.
Brevity in Prayer. —An instance
of tl)e efficacy o £ abort prayer is told in
eomjection with the history of Wyo
ming Valley. An American who had
strafed into the woods beyond the pro
tection of the fort was surprised by a
body of Indians who had been lying
in ambush. A savage yell and a foot
race insulted. In his flight, the Amer
ican discovered an aged man upon his
knees, praying;for protection from the
savage foe, and in passing near cried
out :
“Old fellow, you’d better make that
and and short it you want to save your
scalp !” ■ ‘
The old man profited by the sugges
tion by, 1 immediately pronouncing the
“nmetij” and then jumping up, seized
the extended hand of his young friend,
by w I Jell means they both barely es
caped the tomahawk.
“What shall I help you to?” inquir
ed tly daughter of a landlady, to a
modest youth at a dinner table.
“Aiwife,” was the meek reply.
Th\ young lady blushed, perhaps
indigmntly, and it is said that the
offices of a neighboring clergy
man were requisite to reconcile the
parties.;
A Western editor says he once heard
Ex-Senafor Thomas Corwin remark,
that' when ‘he first/entered an office to
Study law, he wf/ihe of ridi
jCqlv soy ? pyory sfodout in .town, on ac
count of' his honespun coat; but, ad
ded lie, I have liVed to see every one’
bf them ten timet as ragged as I was
at that time; dndlwhy ? I was econo-1
mica!; 11 leywere Fpendthrifts.’
v Extraorbinar r Pistol, —The Lon
don corresponded of the Boston Trav
eler, writes thus:
“I haye just ben shown a rifle pig
tol,"invented fjyarf English gentleman,
residing at Batisbon, and which is des
tined; to make ’ns'great a revolution in
that arm as the Minnie rifle in musket
ry. It can kill at 500 yards. ‘Last
week it was tested before experienced
officers at Woolwich, and completely
stood the trial. Since then, it has been
exhibited to Prince Albert, and from
my own observations, 1 can vo ,ch for
Oio- efficiency of this extraordinary'
Weapon. TtJlSt jwtty •Trr&“hrw>-
sights regulated at 200, 800, 400 and
500 yards., It is besides, light and
beautiful. Only fancy a revolver of
this d&cription, with six or eight bar
rels, a good marksman, and an adver
sary a quarter of a mile oft*. The
whole depends on the rifle groove.
JP reaching to the Jlndience
on the right-hand side.
A clerical friend of mine had uncon
sciously formed the habit of directing
all his "discourse to that part of his par
ish who happened to sit on his right,
as he stood in the pulpit. So fixed was
his position that the whole shower of
instruction seemed to fall on Mr. L.’s
pew, which was situated in the. side
isle, not halfway down the house from
the desk; while they, who sat -on the
corresponding left-hand side, never
got even a drizzle. I happened to wit
ness this case of bad taste, of pastoral
partiality and oratorical injustice ; and
ventured to mention it to my friend.
He thanked me kindly, but doubted
the fact, I then said to him—“l can
convince you without calling in wit
nesses. The pew of Mr. S. is that on
your left hand, whose position exactly
corresponds with Mr. L.’s on your
right. 'Now all I ask is, that you will
preach four sermons with your eager
gaze fixed on Mr. S*’s pew, never turn
ing to bestow even a stray glance on
Mr. L.’s. The awkwardness and dis
comfort, which you will experience,
will reveal to you the improper hab
it you have formed. He agreed to
try it; but it took only one sermon to
convince him of his error. lie now
thanked me warmly, and said,—“l
was mortified at my awkward uneas
iness, and I will immediately correct
the evil.” He has tried to mend his
oratorical manners, and has fail
ed. During the first part of his
sermon Iris efforts were visible on
bis left-hand parishioners. One la
dy who sat on the extreme left,
said that she was happy to see her min
ister’s face for once in the pulpit ; al
ways having had a full view of his
back.—Another, whose point of obser
vation was but little better, said, —“It
seemed as if we had got anew minis
ter.” A witty boy asked Ins father—
“ Father has our minister changed his
creed?” “No. Why do you ask such
question?” “Because I see he has en
tirely changee 7 his place in the pulpit.
But it may be that bethinks the sin
ners are all on our side and no\v he
means to preach at us.”
“Mis? Jul ia, allow me to close those
blinds; the glare of the sun must be
oppressive.”
uY”ou arc very kind, Sir, but I would
rather have a little sun than no heir
at alh”
Those blinds have never been closed
since—by that gentleman!
“Why, Si;ih, I am astonished,” said
a worthy deacon, - “didn’t we take you
into the church a short time since ? ”
“I believe so,” hiccupped Siah, “and
between you and me and the gate post,
it was a little the darndest take in you
ever seed, or heard of.”
Woman Rules The Roost. —Old
Chanticleer awakes in the morning,
flaps his wings, vociferates at the top of
his voice, “ Woman rvS* h-e-r-c /” Im
mediately, from, it neighboring roost,
another answers, “ So they do h-e-r-c /”
This is no sooner uttered, than a third
responds, at a considerable distance,
John Kemble, once calling at the
house of Mr. Crompton, the Irish At
torney General in Dublin, the follow
ing dialogue took place between him
and Mr. C’s servant, Patrick : “ Well,
Patrick, where’s your master?” “lie
is out, sir.” “Where’s your mistress?”
“She is out, too, sir.” “ ell, then I
will just sit down by the lire until one
of them comes in.” “By the powers,
but you can’t,” says Patrick, “for
that’s out too!”
A Good Maxim. —The more quiet
ly and peaceably we get on, the better
for us ; the better for neighbors. In
nine cases out of ten, the wisest policy
is, if a man cheats you, quit dealing
with him ; if he is abusive, quit his
company ; if he slanders you, conduct
yourself so that nobody will believe
him. No matter who lie is, or how
lie misuses you, the wisest way is gen
erally to let him alone, f*>r there is
nothing better than this cool, calm,
quiet way of dealing with the wrongs
we meet with.
In New Holland, before a girl is
given to her husband, two of her front
"tecth are knocked out; the happy lov
er then throws a kangaroo skin over
her shoulders, spits in her face several
times, marks her with painted stripes
of different colors, orders her to carry
his provision bag to his hut, and if she
does not go fast enough lo please him,
gives her a few kicks by the way.
The “State of Matrimony” has at
last been bounded and described by
some outAVest student, who says':
“It is one of the United States, it is
bounded by hugging and kissing on
one side, and cradles and babies on
on the other, ljs chief product ions aiy
population, broomsticks, and staying
out late at night. It was discovered
by Adam and Eve, while timing to find
a passage out of Par-disc. The olmale
is sultry till you cross the equinoctial
line of housekeeping, when squally
wcather sets in with such power
as to keep all hands as cOol as
cucumbers. For the principal roads
leading to this, interesting State, oon
suit the firstpur 'of Bright eyes you
run against.” ■
Famous PrrslnTunT^Pla^: ByN.
Parker Wit l is- Charles Scribner, Aew ,
York Ml Carter & Co s., Charleston.
“Doctors dk*" dccMyoi to tho
exact judgment to which W HAAS* is
entitled, vet none, we believe, have de
nied that-Ms works possess
***> sort,
TUTy tcu-tUy to the saleable merits
new uniform series, m which the pre
sent volume is indued. Iheie aic
about him many indications of manner
ism to which the fastidious critic would
demur, and also a decided propensity
towards a subjective thrusting-lorwai and
of self that may offend a rigid taste.
There is, nevertheless, a resistless
charm about his writings that none can
fail to perceive, and we arc often tempt -
ed to treat him as a fond mother some
times does an over-indulged son and
heir shake the head at him-in hall se
rious rebuke, say “you naughty little
fellow, you !” and yet laugh involun
tarily at his performances.
In his prose works, with a decided,
improvement in style and thought,
Willis has yet retained the charms
and exhibitions of juvenility which
gave a zest to his earlier efforts , and
amid much quaint moralizing and ma
ny sentimental conceits Qf the matured
writer, we still 111 id the flippant con
ception, the frolic, fancy and impulsive
dash of thought which we found, in
Philip Sling shy's relation of college
scrapes—such as shoving the tail of the
President’s rosenante, or of his running
away with the “pedlar’s daughter as a
proxy for a friend. As to his poetry,
lie has “advanced backwards” —none
of his later efforts equaling in our
opinion the dignity and love of his
earlier sacred lyrics or descriptive
sketches.
The object and scope of the work
before us are indicated in the title.
The greater portion of it is devoted to
foreign travel, and contains the record
of a tour that brought the writer into
connection with the most famous per
sonages of the day, and led him to
visit the most interesting places that
can attract the traveller. The whole
is in the author’s most characteristic
stvle—or rather, we may venture to
say, that the work exhibits fully the
author’s merits and good points with
out a corresponding prominence of his
faults, as elsewhere betrayed. No
man can give a more significant or
telling exposition of the ridiculous ten
dencies of the daily press in some sec
tions towards a Court circular toadyism
as regards distinguished personages,
-than Willis, and in this respect some
• passages in his sketches here present
ed of Jenny Lind, Kossuth, the Pres
ident,eke., are inimitable and irresisti
ble. The fact that the writer occa
sionally sins in the same way him
self, does not detract from the reader’s
enjoyment.
If Willis could have found in
time a proper subject—for instance a
cross between old Sam Johnson and
Beau Brummel, with a decided predomi
nance of the latter ui externals, he would
have improved on Boswell as a snap
per up of daily walks and table talks.
We hope the author will long enjoy
the sale of his w< rks and that our jour
nalists will not give him the consump
tion again.— Ch. Courier.
A clergyman lecturing one after
noon to his female parishioners, said:
“Be not proud that our Lord paid
your sex the distinguished honor of ap
pearing first to a female after the res
urrection, lor it was-only done that
the news might spread the soon
er.
There is a young gentleman in this
place, so modest that he will not em
brace an opportunity.
Revival Preachers.—Tinsel ass,of
——- - vvTin great
distrust by the most intelligent class in
all Christian sects, and in many quar
ters they have been tolerated rather
tuan respected. At the late anniver
sary at Andover Theological Semina
ry, the Rev. M. P. Braman, of Danvers,
one of the most Otrhodox ministers of
New England denominated them the
“Mendicant Friars of the Protestant
Church.” And he said he had a copy of
a letter in his possession from one of
this class in which, by way of negotia
ting the pay for his services, the gen
tleman stated that he expected to pe in
strumental in converting 200, which
would be worth certainly a dollar apiece.
If added Mr. Braman, conversions were j
raised to a dollar the head they should 1
be warranted the genuine article.
Curtain Lecture rv Mrs. Fubbs.
“ Fubbs, 1 want to talk to you a while,
and I want you to keep awake wnile
Ido it. Tou want to go sleep ? Yes,
you always want to-go sleep—but 1
don’t. Fin not one of the sleepy kind.
It’s a good thing for you, Mr. Fubbs,
that you have a wife who imparts in
formation bv lectures, else you would
be a perfect ignoramus. Eot a thhi<>•
about the house to read; except the bi
blo that a Christian Association gave
you, and a tract that a fellow call
ed Porter left one day, entitled
'Light for the Heathens.’- it’s well he
left it, for you are a heathen, Fubbs.
A ou thank God you ain’t a Mormon?’
\ es, I understand that insinuation,
too you profane wretch. You mean
you are glad you hain’t but one wife.
YOn never would have known there
was such a thing a S a Mormon if I
htidn t told you, lor you’re too stu) °'y
to take a paper. Now, Fubbs, I ite
ekire your name ought to be Fibbs—
you te Iso many of them. It’s only last
A cek that I lost ouo dollar and* fiffv
cents on butter that 1 sold to a fellow
from town, because I didn’ntknow the
market price, which is pulished ev
ery week Hus would have almost
paid for the paper a whole year. And
Ba n t \ou take your gun t’other day
and walk clear down to the Big Marsh
a tasting, because somebody told you
tue i urkeys were marching info the
LusMs? Yes* j-ou did~Fubb3. and
you need a t deny it. But the turkeys
f Cle a 1 out of the rushes,u guess, be
fore you got there. Didn’t kill anv,
did you? It was a bad day for turkeys
wasnt it. And this is a bad night
for sleeping amt it? nvhy don’t you
spea v, I übbst-—\\ ell, I declare, if the
brute am tsnorinc.
© . -JjMBgV Vj,
I , L “ T ' ■ 1° tho KnFkebrook
ocJOngo tUo v ,f me *IOTTCTW
ing:
One pleasant day last summer, I
took my seat in the stage coach bound
fi (>m lull Liver to 0 . A mono'
the passengers was a little gentleman
who had possibly scon five summers,.
The coach being quite full,- he sat in
the lap of another passenger. \\ lfile
on the way, something was said about
pick-pockets, and soon became general
on that interesting subject. The gen
tleman who was then holding 7)ur
young friend remarked :
_ 1, -\ly fine fellow, how easy I could
pick your pocket.”
“No you couldn’t,” replied he, “I’ve
been looking out for you all the.
time.”
Cuttin'g Timber.—ls oak, hickory
or chestnut timber is felled on the
eighth month. (August) in the second
running of the sap, and barked, quite
a large tree will season perfectly, and
even the twigs will remain sound for
years; wherea°, that cut in. winter,,
and remaining until next fall,,(asthick
as one’s wrist,) will be completely sap*
rotten, and will be almost useless for
any purpose. The body of the oak
aplit into rails will not lust more than
10 or 12 years. Chestnut will last
longer, but no comparison to that cut
in the Bth month. Hickory cut in the
Bth month, is not subject to be worm
eaten, and will last a long time for
fencing.
When I commenced farming in 1820,
it was the practice to cut timber for
post-fencing in the winter. White oak
posts and black oak rails, cut at that
time, I found would not last more
than 10 or 12 years. In the year 1828
I commenced cutting fence timber in
the Bth month. Many of the oak
rails cut that year are yet sound, as
well as most of* those formed of chest
nut. Jl the bark is not taken off this
month, however, it will peel oil* itself
the second or third year, and leave
the sap perfectly sound. The tops of
j the trees are also more valuable for
fuel, than when cut in winter or
spring.
I advise young farmers to try the
the experiment for themselves, and if
post fences will not last twice as long,
I forfeit all my experience as worth-
Profits of Authors.—The Bos
ton Post says that Webster’s works
were sold to the number of 46,800
volumes last year. So great had been
the sale of Judge Story’s books that the
copyright yielded SB,OOO yearly. It
is supposed that Mr. Prescott’s works
have been sold to the number of 160,-
000 volumes, and of Bancroft’s Histo
ry 80,000 volumes have been gold, a sale
for such a work, entirely unprecedented.
The works of Longfellow, "Hawthorne,
and several others have also sold very
extensively.
Chaste.—A woman was giving ev
idence in a certain case,-when she was
asked by the lawyer :
“\\ as the young woman virtuous
previous to this affair?”
“Was she what?”
“Was she chaste?”
“Chased! She was chased a quarter
of a mile.” ~
•T 'Mutual Confidence .
Before an election in Pennsylvania,
| a few years since, Hans,'' who was a
locofoeo; went to see liis father-in-law,
who was a strong whig.
‘llow to to, Hans ?’ said the old
‘How te to, lader?"
‘How you coming to fote, dis fall
Haris?’
I ‘Oh nut de locos, of course, fuller.’
‘Vot! you coin do fote dat locos
dicke!?’
‘Now, Hans, I'll tell you vot I’ll do mit
you. You no fote for de locos, and I
no fote for de vigs, and dcu you see —
don’t you, Hans?’
‘Very well, fader.’
‘Vill you do it, Hans?’
‘Yis, fader.’
‘Now, don’t you ferget, Hans.’
‘No, fader.’
After the election, Hans went again
to visit his father-in-law.
‘How to to, Hans?’ said the old
j man.
‘llow to to, fader?’
‘Veil, Ilans, did you go the polls?’
‘Yis, lader.’
‘Vot! and did you fote?’
A is, fader, I had to do it, dey cot.
around me, and wouldn’t let me off.
fader.’
‘Oil, you rascal ! you no do as you
say, llans?’
Hans was discovered, and in his
confusion rather meekly asked:
‘Hid you go to de polls fader?’
To be- sure, llans.’
‘Did you fofe?’
‘To be sure I did,’ replied the old
Dutchman, in tones of earnest excite
ment. Don t you suppose I know
petter dan to.drust a dam loco?’
It will be remembered that Daniel
O Connell was a decided Roman eath
olie. His daughter, who married a
British consul named Wines, is about
to join the Church of England. This
reminds us.of a certain sectarian priest
who boasted of the" conversion of a
wemhy Roman Catholic in this wise :
“We are linpjvy to state that Mr. P.
lias seen the errors of the. Church of
Rpine, and : embraced those of the
Church of England.”
O'Connell had obtained an acquittal
for one of liis clients ; the fellow’s joy
knew no bounds. “ Oeh, counsellor,”
said lie, “ I've no way here to show
you my gratitude, but X wisht I saw
you knocked down in my own parish,
and may be 1 eould’t bring a faction to
the rote re,”