BY MEYERS & BEIYEOKI). WHOLE NO. 2758. VOL. 53. Select Poetry. THE SCAR OF U:\l\G ro\, ~ BY H. F. corr.D. With cherub smile, the prattling boy, Who on the veteran's breast reclines, Has thrown aside his favorite tov. And round his tender tinker twines Those scattered locks, that, with the (light Of fourscore years, are snowy white ; And, as a scar arrests his view, He cries, "Grandpa, what wounded you 7 " "Mv child, 'tis five-and-fiftv years This very day, this very hour, Since, from a scene of blood and (ears, Where valor fell by hostile power, I saw retire the getting sun Behind the hills of Lexington ; While pale and lifeless on the plain My brothers lay for freedom slain ! "And ere that fight, the first that spoke In thunder tones to our land, was o'er, Amid the clouds of fife and smoke, I felt my garments wet with gore ! 'Tis since that dread and wild affray, That trying, dark, eventful dav, From this calm April eve so far, I wear upon my cheek the scar. "When thou to manhood shall be grown, And 1 am gone in dust to sleep, May Freedom's rights be still thine own, And thou and thine in quiet reap The unblighted product of the foil In which my blood bedewed the soil! And while those fruits thou shall enjoy, Bethink thee of this scar, mv boy. "But, should thy country's voice be heard To bid her children fly to arms, Gird on fhv grar.dsire's trusty sword : And, undismayed by war's alarms, Remember, on the hattie field, I made the hand ot God my shield, And be thou spared like me, to tell W h it bore t'>ee up, while others fell!" l-'rom tiie fre.,9. A SERE VIDE. BY HEN BY B. HIRsT. Aline, Aline, mv own Aline, The night is bright and calm ; And the aider blossoms flood the air VVitb clouds of fragrant balin : The nightingale sits by his mate Arid sings his soul away Night owns the hours of love, Aline, And not the garish day. Come forth Aline, and by the stream, Beneath the willow's shade, Wander with me, and learn horn me How heaven on ea:th is made. The kiss of love, the light of eyes, Would make a desert green Thv glance, thv kiss a Paradise — An Eilen of bliss, Aline. Philu. Jlu%. HI ft, 1857. rit IST I\ (I \S IMM IX CHIEF, OR, CONFIDENCE RETURNED A FACT. One of the first settlers in Western New York was Judge W., who estahlisned himsell at Whitestovvn, about four miles from Ulica.— lie brought his tamilv with him; among u horn was a widowed daughter with an only child, a tine boy of about four years old. You will re collect that the country around was an unbro ken forest, and this was the domain ol the sav age Iribes. Judge W. saw the necessity of keeping on goods t-rms with the Indians, for he was nearly alone, h' was completely at their mercy. Ac- h** took cvt'rv opportunity assure them of his kindly feelings and to secure their good will in return. Several of the chiefs came to see him, and all appeared pacific. But there was one tiling that troubled him; an aged chief of tile Seneca tribe, and one of great influence, who resided at a distance of six miles, had not yet been to see him : nor could he bv any means ascertain the feelings and views of the Sachem, in respect to his settlement in that region. At last he sent a message, and the answer was, that h j would visit him on the morrow. True to his appointment, the Sachem came. Judge VV. received him with marks of respect, and introduced his wife, his daughter and the little bov. The interview that followed, was deeply interesting. Upon its results, the Judge conceived his security might depend, and he was, therefore, exceedingly anxious to make a favorable impression upon the distinguished chief. He expressed to him his desire to settle in the country, to live on terms of amity and good fellowship with the Indians; to he useful to them by introducing among them the arts of civilization. The chief heard him out, and then said, "Brother, you ask much and you promise much; what pledge can you give of your faith ?" "The honor of a man that never knew decep tion," was the replv. "The white man's word may be good to the white „, in> VP t it i s b„t wind when spoken to the Tndian," saia it,- Sachem. "I have put my life In y „„ r hands, said the Judge; is not this an evidence of my good in tentions? I have placed confidence in the In dian, and I will not believe he will abuse or be tray the trust that is thus reposed." M eh fu tkucttr. "So much is well," replied ihe chief; "the Indian will repay confidence; if you trust him, he will trust you. But I must have a pledge. Let the boy go with me to my wigwam : I will bring him in three days with my answer." It an arrow had pierced the bosom of the mother, she could not have felt a deeper pan.? than went to her heart as the Indian made this proposal. She sprang from her seat, and rushing to the boy who stood at the side of the SachenT, looking into his face with pleased wonder and admiration, she encircled him in her arms, and pressing him close to her breast, was about to fly from the room. A gloomy and ominous frown carnt over the Sachem's brow, but he did not speak. But not so with Judge VV. He knew that the success of the enterprise; the very lives of the family depended on the decision of the mo ment. "Slav, stay, my daughter!" said he.— "Bring back the boy, 1 beseech von. I would not risk a hair of his head. He is not more dear to you than me. But, my child, he must go with the chi-f. God will watch over him. He will be as sate in the Sachem's wigwam as beneath our root and in vonr arms. I shall not attempt to describe the agony of the mother for the three ensuing days. She was agitated by contending hopes and fears. In the night she a woke from her sleep, seem ing to hear the screams of her child calling up on its mother lor help! But the lime wore a way ami the third day came: How slowly did the hours pass! The morning waned a u ay, noon arrived, and the afternoon was far advanced, vet the Sachem came not. There was gloom over the whole household. The mother was pale and silent, as if despair was settling coldly around her heart. Judge VV. walked to and fro, going every few minutes to the door, and looking through the opening in the forest towards the Sachem's abode. At last as the rays of the setting sun were thrown upon the tops of the forest around, the eagle feathers of the chieftain were seen danc ing above the bushes in the distance. He ad vanced rapidly and the little boy was at his side. He was gailv attired as a young chief— his feet being dressed in moccasins, a fine hea ver skin was on his shoulders, and eagle's fea thers were stuck in his hair. He was in excel lent spirits, and so proud was he of his honors that he seemed two inches taller than before. He was soon in his mother's arms; and in that one brief moment she seemed to pass from death to life. *Jt was a happy meeting—too happy for me fo describe. '•lhe white man has conquered," said the Sachem , hereafter let us he friends. Yon l ave the Indian; he wiff reoav von with con- He was as good as his word, and Judge lv. lived there many years, laying the foundation of a flourishing and prosperous community. The Lo?ie of Rogues. There is something mournful in the thought that those faculties which are fitted to the in vestigatiou of science, morals, art, religion, gov ernment, and all other noble subjects, should he perverted to the basest purposes. A magni ficent ritv in ruins i a melancholy spectacle; but a minj broken and dismantled by the very being who should have kept it in harmonious preservation, is a still more deplorable sight.— While men continue to abuse their rich endow ments, there will exist an abiding necessity for the highest forms of teaching. The old doc trine, that "might makes right," which has so long been in active use, and which yet charms and sways the ruthless, has been the source of incalculable mischief. The inventor of it was in plain language, a rogue, and the reasoning by which he sought to justify himself, was the logic of a ingne. Innocence, truth, mercy anil justice, was dissipated, like the beautiful mvths of ancient story, by his peculiar argumentation. "Yonder is a fine domain, and I want it ; here ii a stror.g arm, and I will take it !" Then fol lowed the clang of arms and the shouts of the rioters, and all was over, save the suffering of the despoiled. The only redeeming feature in this process was the celerity with which it was done. But the modem application of the doc trine, whether illustrated bv the movements of filibusters or the doings of slave catchers, is not entitled to this praise. The methods now adopted are slower, mote tedious, and because of the advance of civilization, more cruel.— When the charms of virtue are depicted, and honesty is lauded and mercy extolled, the ad vocates of this doctrine have recourse to ridicule in order to meet the glowing narration, and hush the utterance of truth. "Might makes right is mv motto ; who cares for dotard moral i/.ers, crazy fanatics, or political parsons?— Come along with us, and we will have a jolly time of it!" is the language of the unprinci pled. Who is safe in the company of such men ? Equally pernicious is that other shame ful tenet, "the world owes nie a living:" but those who make use of it do not relate ir> what manner the debt was contracted, or whether any portion of it has ever been discharged. Tt is to be observed that industrious merchants, pa tient mechanics, toilsome clerks, and honest persons of all descriptions, never resort to this 1 maxim, while the idle and lazy part of the mm ! mnnity, who never do any work, or, if any, I very little, have it as pat on their tongues as the last new slang phrase. Here again the reason ing is peculiar and excessively curt—poverty, the premise ; the saying in question, the ratioci nation; and theft of something worse the con clusion. This is the logic of rogues ; but how ! ever plausible it may seem to be in their per verted judgments, the community, as well as i the higher law, will hold them to a rigid ac countability.— P/iila. Times. QTF~After a funeral, in Boston, a husband re turned to bis saddened domicile to receive vis its of condolence from sympathizing friends. "Well, how do you feel now?" asked one. ••Better—somewhat better'" was the reply: "this little promenade has done me good!" FRIDAY MORNING, BEDFORD, PA. AUGUST 21,1857. W HAT IS BEAUTY ? "A. thing of beauty is a joy forever." So ro tn |V) t t and to this sentiment rpspon Is -he universal heart of humanity. There Lever ed and breathed a human being in whose breast as not planted the love of the beautiful, in ■' . /orin, and whose heart did not throb with more rapid stroke, and whose eye did not Hash with a deeper f.re, at the realization of his ideal, I hern , s a harmony in nature that never fails tr out 1 a chord in the bosom of the savage as li a> '"* ci ;i'ized man. At ht*r great shrim all are worshippers ; i„ her immense arrant a.e scattered myriad idols, inviting the homag, and adoration of all the children of the race. I he innate love of the beautiful is confined t< no pecu.iar clime —is manifested in no pecutia creed—is inherent in no distinct race—hut is a universal and pervading as the "casino- air."— Ihe one shepherd, as he watches his flock b< night, looks up i„ the great blue vault, frette with a million horning stars, and reading th mystical and Chaldean love of their Strang depi| ~) owns the, r wondrous beauty, and i thrilled by their inspiration. The sea-tosse marine a thousand miles awav upon the brin <l-|>, he, too, sees the eternal stars above the shimmering glances upon the dancing wave are ou n> their soft and gentle sway; Jiut t urn there is a sweeter, because more fiarft nll1 \ in the wild music of the blast screamin through the trembling shrouds, and the ma and unrest of the ever swelling waters. Th wayward hoy, m the buoyancy of his vonm i e, i the many-hueri arid gauzv winge, .Hitter;]y for its rich and glowing colors of day ; tnose of riper years deem the pursuit idle and profitless and cruel pastime; yet who cai te I hut that in the plastic and unschooled mini o that bounding youth, are, even in that chase developing and germinating forms and ideals o the beautiful that shall haunt his existence as j spe i,and in after years glow upon the paint er s canvass, or live immortal in the endurino marble ? e Co where we list, turn where we will, in t e t epth of winter, when the earth is matted with the spotless snow, or in the season of flow ers, w hen the air is vocal with the song of birds, we behold forms of heautv and of loveliness scattered with a profuse hand. There is heau tv on the maiden's lip, in her speaking eye; and on the massive brow of intellectual nan; it is seen in fh rose-enamelled landscape, and stamped on the wierd and everlasting stars; it is heard in the roar of the ever-heaving oeeanj and murmurs in the gentle rivulet. But there is still a higher type of w-TfilfTis th.-a--, tiicn snmra w-nop Ol 1 * .. ... .... .... fl fne good and the just man. This principle, like the outward forms of heauty, of which we have spoken, is inhe rent in no particular race, is confined to no pe culiar zone, hut has its disciples everywhere, and farms a hand of universal brotherhood, from all races and creeds and conditions of men; ever since recorded time began, the world has been filled with martyrs—martyrs to political opinions, martvrsto religious creeds, and mar tyrs on the shrine of love. And can we ima gine anv grander and nobler contemplation fir the student of history than the study of those characters of tlie past who courted death fir the vindication of a principle, and smiled at the flames and tortures which tle-ir love of truth and their hatred of wrong had invoked ? How we delight to dwell upon the memory and the deeds of WILLIAM WALLACE, TF.LL, Hornn. and upon WASHINGTON, JFFFFRSON, and the other memorable men of our Revolution ; not so much on account of themselves as for the symmetry and the magnitude of the great truths they embodied, and to maintain which they had staked their lives. To the enlightened and philosophic mind, before the grandeur and sub limity of such a retrospect, all the charms of Nature and of Art, great and multiform as they are, "pale their ineffectual fires.' Cod giant that from the loins of our Republic, may from time to time spring up a race of rm-n whose love of truth the highest type of heautv shall exalt them above temptation, and shall make them all-powerful for its preservation, honor and glory.— Press. Fountain of Blood in a favrrn- E. G. Squier's notes on Central America des cribe a wonderful effusion of a fluid resembling Mood, near the town of Vitnd, in the State of Honduras. It appears that there is continually oozing ami dropping from the roof ot a cavern there a red liquid, which, upon tailing, coagu lates so as to precisely resemble blood. Like blood, it corrupts, insects deposit their larva* in it, and dogs and buzzards resort to the cavern to eat it. Attempts have several times been made to obtain some of this liquid fir the purpose ol analysis, hut in all cases without success, in con sequence of its rapid decomposition, whereby , the bottles containing it were broken. The small cavern, or grotto, during the day, is visited bv hii7zards and hawks, at night by multitudes of vampire hats, for the purpose ol feeding on the unnatural blood. It is situated on the border of a rivulet, which it keeps reddened with a small flow of the liquid, which has the color, taste, and smell of blood. In approaching the grotto, a disagreeable odor is observed, and when it is reached there inav be seen pools of the nppar | ent blood in a state of coagulation.—The pecu liarities of this liquid are considered due to the rapid generation in this grotto of some very pro lific species of infusoria. The California . late Journal, remarking on tlve above, observes that the estero of the town of Monterey contains a species of blood-red infusoria, (the larv® of 1 water insects,) which, at certain seasons of the vear, smells precisely like fresh fish, or, on ex posure in a vessel, like putrid fish. In some seasons it has been found dried in flakes, and of the intense color of Vermillion.— Scientific American. __ [CT" A popular writer, speaking of the oce j anic telegraph, wonders whether the nerestrans tnilled through -alt '" oiild be fresh. Freedom of Thought and Opinion. THE PATCH 0\ MARCI'S BREECHES.
Harper's Weekly relates the following anec dotes of Mr. Marcy : "While he was Governor of this State, he was visiting iVewburg on some public occasion, ami with a party of gentlemen, Whigs and Democrats, was at the Orange Hotel. Good humor was prevailing, and one story suggested another. The Governor always enjoyed a sto rv, and could tell one with excellent effect. A Whig lawyer was present, and the Governor recognizing him, said : 'A v, yes ; I'll fell you a good story of Spoon er. The other day he came up to Albany, on his way to the Whig Convention at Utica, and so he took it in his way to call on me to get a pardon for a convict at Sing Sing. I heard the case, examined the documents, and being satis fied that all w*s right, agreed to grant the re quest. Spooner handed me the paper to en dorse and I wtote , 'Let pardon bp granted, W. L. .Marcy :, when Spooner cried out, 'Hold, hold, Governor, that's the wrong paper!" And sure enough it was a Whig; speech he was /going fo ni tke nt f ticn, abusing me the worst possible way Rut I had granted pardon in advance, and T suppose he committed the offence after wards.' " The story was received with great applause, and Spooner being looked to for a response, in stantly went on with the following, which, foi an extempore story, certainly is capital; es, gentlemen, yes I did. And when the Convention was over we went to Niagara Falls and as we were dragging on by stage over mis erable corduroy roads, banging our heads a gainst the top of the coach, and then coming down as if we were to go through the bottom, the stage came to a dead halt ; the driver dis mounted, opened the door, and requested us to descend. We did so, supposing some accident had occurred. \\ hen we were all out, stand ing on the ends of the logs of which the road was made, the driver took off his hat and said : 'Gentlemen we always stop here out of rpspect to the Governor, this is the identical spot where Gov. Marcy tore his paninloons /' The Story was heard with great jollification, in which noone joined more heartily than the Governor himself. Ihe panfu/oon incident deserves to be re corded in every history of this great man. He ua.> sent out to hold special sessions of Court to try the Anti-Masonic parties charged with mur der. He was to receive a salary and his ex penses. With that nice regard for details that belonged ta his *lerlinr i-lmraoi-r k.. 1 . ing it necessary or proper to revise and strike out those items of a private nature, which other men, less scrupulous in greater matters, might have carefully suppressed. There stood the tailor's charge for mending : The political foes of the Judge, when he came to he candidate tor Governor, found, it, and paraded it before the world in the newspapers, and making an effigy of Mr. Marcy suspended it in the streets of Al bany, with a great patch on the pantaloons and the tailor's charge on the top of that. But an observant people saw through the patch and the charge, into the heart of an hon est man, and in that very deed of his they re cognized a frankness and transparency of char acter that commended him to their warm ap probation. It is not probable that the panta loon charge lost him a single vote, while it is doubtless true that it made for him a multitude of friends. He was never ashamed of it, and never had reason to be. a .Yewspaper Hoes for Yotltiiig. The following article should lie read and pon dered well by every man who takes a newspa per without paying for it: The result of my observation enables me to state, as a fact that the publishers of newspapers are more poorly rewarded than an y class of men in the United States, who invest an equal am ount of labor, capital and thought. They are expected to do more service for less pay, to stand more sponging and "dead heading," to pulF and defend more people without fee or hope of re ward, than any other class. They credit wider and longer; get oftener cheated : suffer more pecuniary loss: are often er the victims of misplaced confidence than any other people in the community. People pay a printer's bill more reluctantly than any other. It goes harder with them to expend a doUar on a valuable newspaper, than ten on a needless gewgaw ; yet everybody avails him self of the use of the editor's pen and the prin ter's ink. How many professional and political reputa tions and fortunes have been made and sustain ed by the friendly and unrequited pen of the editor? How manv embryo towns and cities have been brought into notice and puffed into notoriety by the press? How many railroads now in successful operation, would have foun dered but for the assistance of the "lever that moves the world:" iri short, what branch of ac tivity or industry, has nflt been promoted, stimu lated and defended by the press? And who has tendered it more than a misera ble pittance for its mighty services? The ba zaars of fashion and the haunts of appetite and dissipation are thronged with an eager crowd, hearing gold in their palms, and the commodi ties there needed are sold at enormous profits, though intrinsically worthless, and paid for with scrupulous punctuality : while the counting room of the newspaper is the seat of jewing, • cheapening, trade, orders, and pennies. It is made a point of honor to liquidate a grog hill, but not of dishonor to repudiate a printer's bill. (£7=- A western editor once apologized to his readers somew hat after this fashion: "We i ntended to have a death and marriage to publish this week, but a violent storm preven . ted the wedding, and the doctor being taken sick himself, the patient recovered, and we are ac cordingly cheated out of both." A JOKE FOR SELFISH HUSBANDS—Lord Ell enborough was once about to go on the cir cuit, when Lady Ellenborough said that she should like to accompany him. He re. plied that he had no ohjectioo, provided she did not encumber the carriage with band boxes, which were his abhorence. Du ring the first day's journey, Lord Ellenborough happened to stretch his leg?, stuck his foot against something below the seat. He discover ed that it was a hand box. TJp went the win dow and out went the band-box. The coach man stopped, and the footman thinking that the band-box had tumbled out of the window by some extraordinary chance, were going to pick it up, when Lord Ellenborough furiously called out '>Drive on " 7he band-box was accordinlv Uft by the ditch side. Having reached the coun ty town where he was to officiate as Judge, Lord Ellenborough proceeded to array himself for his appearance in the Court House.""Now," said he, 'where's my wig_where is my wig?" Mv Lord,'' replied his attendant, "it was thrown out of the carriage window." SUICIDE IN PITT-IILRG.—Mrs. Margaret Ste venson, committed suicide at her husband's res. idence on Water street, near Liberty, Pittsburg a few days sine". 7he deceased who was mar ried several months ago, had a difficulty witf her husband on \\ ednesday last, about his bring ing his step-brother and wife to live with them she opposing it. On expressing his determi. nation to bring them into the house. .Mrs. Ste venson went up stairs, procured a quantity o the solution of corosive sublimate, used for kill ing vermin and drank it. The poison soon com menced to operate on her, and being enciente labor pains were brought on. Dr. Murdoch wa called in, and did all in his power toallevian the sufferings of the rash woman, but she onh lingered until Sunday, when she died. A COMET APPROACHING BOTH TO THE EARTI AND TO THE SUN.— A circular from the editor o the vlstronomicnl Journal announces the dis covery, by Dr. Peters, of the Dudley Observa tory, Albany, of a faint comet in theconstella tion Camelopardalus, which has neither nuclei nor tail, and is without any well defined out line. From his observations of July 25, 26 and 27, Dr. Peters has computed parabolic ele ments which show that the comet is approach ing both to the earth and to the sun, and has a chance to become of a splendid appearance neat to the time of its perihelion, at the end of Aug. ust or beginning of September. By comparing hese elements with those computed for the or return during or about this year—as D'Arrest s, le Vico's, Charles V's, or his own thirteen years' comet. A MOTHER'S COUNSEL.—Forty years ago a mother stood on the green hills ot \ ermont, holding by the right hand a son, sixteen year: old, mad with the love ot the sea. And, as she stood by the garden gate a sunny morning, she iiaid : —"Edwin, they tell me—for I never saw the ocean —that the great temptation of the seamen's life is drink. Promise m.e, before you quit your mother's hand, that von will never drink. I gave her the promise, and I went the broad globe over—Calcutta, the Mediterranean, San Francisco, the Cape ot Good Hope, the North Pole and the South—l saw them all in forty years, and I never saw a glass filled with sparkling liquor that my mother's form by the garden gale, on the green hillside of \ ermont, dirt not rise before me, and to-day, at the age of sixtv, my lips are innocent of the taste of li quor. Citv of Providence, was a largeau- Hience collected in the walls of the old theatre. The performance had reached the crisis wherein the dreadful villain of the p!av was to he shot —the fatal pistol was even pointed at its victim the house was wrought up to the intensest ex citement, and all was still as death. At this breathless period a highly respectable citizen in the stage box arose, and addressing the hero of the pistol, while his wife sat by his side, her cheeks ashy pale, and a thum thrust in each ear, said: —"Mr. Duffy, Mr. Duffy, Mr. Duffy,don't shoot the villain just yet! For love's sake desist! .MehitabWs afraid of a iron. Wait till we retire from the theatre!" The gun didn't explode, but the audience did. Duffy waited, hut they couldn't. UNITED STATES TREASURY.—"Ion," of the Baltimore Sun says, that it is generally conceded that the revenue ol the present fiscal year, in cluding the proceeds of the sale of public lands, w ill reach eighty millions, or thirty millions more than is wanted for the purpose of the Government, in addition to a surplus of over twenty millions from the last year. A surplus of fifty millions is a gooud capital for Congress and the outsiders. It must he invested in some way, and in the way in which it will do the least mischief. To sutler it to accumulate in the Treasury would embarrass commercial affairs and paralyze industry, and some mode for em ploying it, better than that of distribution among the States, must be resorted to. LORD LYNDHURST, A WHIG BOY.—When the English statesman was about five yeaisold,and a Boston hov, seeing his playmates sporting their Liberty Tree flags, he became desirous of possess ing one himself. The father, as might be sup i posed, not wishing to see his child display the ; rebel standard, refused to grant the favor. But being constantly importuned by the future Lord Chancellor, he reluctant 1 v acceded to his request, and gave him the obnoxious banner, with the | liberty tree on one side, and significant motto "Hard Times," on the reverse.— Boslon Trav. d?"An honest farmer being asked why he did not subscribe for a newspaper, "Because," said he, "my father when he died, left me a good many newspapers, and I have iw I them through yet," TERHS, $3 PER YEAR. NEW SERIES VOL 1, NO. 3. A RICH PUFF. —A manufacturer and vender of quack medicine®, recently wrote to a friend living out west, for a good, strong recommenda tion o( his, (the manufacturer's) "Balsam." In a few days he received the following, which we call pretty 'strong:' Dear .S'ir-_The land composing my farm has hitherto heen so poor that a Scotchman could not get his living off it ; and so stony that we had to slice our potatoes and plant them edge ways, but hearing of your balsam, I . put some on the corner of a ten acre lot surrounded by a rail fence, and in the morning I found the rock had entirely disappeared, a neat stone wall en circ.ed the field, and the rails were split into oven wood, and piled up symtetricallv in mv back yard. I put half an ounce into the middle of a huckleberry swamp—in two days it was clean ed off, planted with corn and pumpkins, and n row of peach trees in full blossom through the middle. ° As an evidence of its tremendous strength I would say that it drew a striking likeness ofmy eldest daughter, drew my eldest son out of a mrllpond, drew a blister all over his stomach, drew a load of potatoes four miles to market, and eventually drew a prize of ninety.seven dollars in th- lottery. GEMS. Never wish a thing done, but do it. One to.day is worth two to-morrows. Never accuse others to excuse yourself. He that hath no money needeth no purse. Few things are impossible to skill and in dustry. The best mode of revenge is not to imitate the injury. One often regrets saying too much, but sel dom of saying too little. Laziness travels so slow, that poverty soon overtakes her. No man living should say an ill word against the doctors. ° Next to mv friends, I love my enemies, for from them T first hear my faults. Neither believe rashly, nor reject obstinate ly. Nobody can stand in awe of himself too much. Society, like silk, must be viewed in all its situations, or its colors will decieve us. The world makes us talkers, but solitude makes us thinkers. Thou canst not joke an enemy info a friend; Kilt fhnti mauMt o £***&% A -- - manure on iT~ "No, I don't know,*cept it makes the ground strong for de corn." "No, I jnst tell you ; when de corn begins to smell de manure, it dont like the 'furriery, so it hurries up out of de ground, and gets up as hio-h as possible. so it can't breathe the bad air." gentleman who recently put up at a log tavern in Wisconsin, was awakened bv a youncr man, who commenced a serenade thus "Oh, Sally Rice, I've called von twice, And vet you lie and snore ! I pray you wake. And see your Jake, And ope to him the door.or winder. I Don't care much which, for— It makes but little difference To either vou or I— , Big pig, little pig, Root, hog, or die!" Gihbs is a phenomenon. He i only two years old, and yet draws pictures of all possible kinds. He does it with a stream or molasses on his mother's table cloth. [LF~A "Country editor" who turned out to a fire while visiting Chicago, had his pocket picked, losing $-1-0 in money, and his free pass ' How he got home is not stated. Djr-A Nantucket paper denounce* hooped skirts, which considering the relations of that community to wholebone, the Boston Herald says, is the height of ingratitude. [£F"An Exchange in speaking of a celebrated singer, says : "Her voice is delicious—pure as the moonlight, and as tender as a three shilling shirt." MARRIED LIFE.— The foilowng well timed paragraph from the Springfield Republican, is respectfully recommended to the attention of our bachelor friends; Married life has its trials and its sorrows. Tempers mav prove incompatible and call for forbearance, fortune may be chary of its tar or and enforce selt-denial. Children may be un grateful, and sting the poor heart that has pil lowed them. Sickness may come, and haunt a household for years. But ask the poor man, struggling along with his debts, and the wpary woman, toiling early and late, accomplishing the ruin ot all her beauty and her buoyancy, if thev would be placed apart, could competence be given them, and all their trials be brought to an end. The answer would be. "There is something sweeter in this companionship ot suffering lhan anything the world can offer from its storehouse of joys outside of it, and something which would make even severer trials than ours only iron bands to draw us more firmly to gether." Mayor of Newport, opposition Cin cinnati, receives for his official services the ex traordinary sum often dollars per annum. Qjp-Why is the bridegroom, more expe M,,vr than the bride? ..-err away, while Because the hride is alw^y^ the hridegroom town of Ossawatamie, Kansas, has -.-eiTdegtroyed by a tornado. Onlv one house was left standing. The wreck was complete.