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A Weclly Family Nmpaperi DcTQtcd to Mtics, Literatnr Temperance, EdacationAgricultflre and General Intelligence
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ASHEVILLE, N O, FRIDAY NOVEMBER 24, 1843.
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'. Scraps abont Autumn. f
.! Tbe days are growing ahorter fait J
- C- The nigbta are rather cool, at latt, '
Aa4 every bteese that rounnura past ,
' IIu aa autumnal aound."
VlWdayt of Rulumtt are rapidly; passing
awayr and "winter will f oon4b upon y
It is a delightful icnson of tha year to some,
while to othera it is tho most gloomy.
We arc now in the season of golden hues
and fading verdure. Nature's chill breath
has imperceptibly passed over the leaf,' the
"plant and the flowef, and imparted to them
all the tincture of decay. The noble high
lands are clothed in a rich panoply of va.
negated colors, and staud" forth in all tho
rude magnificence of unadorned nature,
'ind aarth's groen carpet has faded beneath
the rays of the autumnal sun,-whjlo oif
around tells of the- perishatlo nature of
things j"and upoj every object is written in J
Jcgibl characters-" patting away" y'
- This is a season pregnant with Inst rue
tion. " It reminds ,uf that decay is an Int
hercrit principle of naturoand bids those
who havexentered the " learand yellow
leaf" of life, to prepare for the winter of
age, when the grey hair shall come to
warn them that they; loo-, must soop pass
awav. nnrt sWn tha ouiet aleebof deuih.
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To those who have reached the autumn of
life, this season speaks in aa impressive
tone, and warns them of the near approach
of the winter of their existence, and
an index to some particular passage in a
book, it points to the termination of-life's
journej to death and the grave.'
!: November Js supposed to1 be the most
gloomy of all the autumnal months, and is
dcscrtbedjjy many of tho old poets as -
"The watler and the railcf .
' That melts or maddens all." .
, Bishop Warburton, in a letter to Hurd,
alludes to the influence which its gloomi
Of ss is supposed to exert upon the mind,
in the following terms : " I have come
hither (to Bedford Row) tospend the dread,
ful month of November, in which the little
wretches hang and diown tJiemselves, and
tbe great ones sell themselves to the court
of the-devU.!' An Italian psQverb fells lis,
though," that every medal has a reverse,
which we think ispeculiarly applicable fb
the present season. , Although the, beauties
of spring, when the merry ! birds carrol
forth thei r sweetest melody when the gen
Us breezes woo the gay flowers io-flingA
cloud of sweet incense - upon their linger,
iog pinions, and the young fruits lie iij
their curtained 'craares;"softfy-foeking to
the lulaby which smiling trJpe sings to the
fragrant clusters, have come and gone,
nd only the signs of approaching winter
TCmam, yci ino seusou uuuga jjuohv
pleasure to the naturally cheerful mind
. Although man may feel his-spirits pulled
down by the reflections connected with the
inirtalilv of all earthly thinesv which .but
tumn inspires, yet the changeful but har.
nwnious movements of nature, like true
friendship, bring to the mind of the reflec
tlvia soothing balrn 'mild as a mother's
voice and calm as a father's smiles".
Autumn is a chaste and gentle aeason it
us not the coquetry of spffng7the fire and
passion of summor,nor the cold frigidity
winter. '11 It murmurs promise of another
life iff teturn of spriiigTtd'the Tragife fldwr
er that withered beneath the blasts of its
Wailing winds. Bryant's " Death of the
Flowers" is a beautiful description of the
Ktsoh : .' , . ' " .
The melanoholy days art come, . . .
The saddest of tho'vear.
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, -'-
Aad meadows brown and sere.
Beap'd in the hollows of the grove, ,
The witherd leavel deads
They rustle to the eddying gust, .
And to the rabbit's tread 1
The robin and the wrciTaje flown,
& .i .i fit.. -
Ma irom me wooq jop oan
'Itrough all the gloomy day .
Wliereare the flowers, the fair yoong flowers,
That lately sprung anflitoodt
la brighter light and sorf airs,
. A beauteous siaterhoSiilT 7 a.
- Aki! they are all in their gra ves,
"Theganttmea of ffawera, .
And lying in their lowly Dd,
With tbe fair and good of oar.
The ratal j. felling where they be;
v But sold November's rain ,
tail not, from out the gloomy earth,
' Th e lof cly onta agaio. i . : '- ,
; The wind flower and the violet, ' - :
. They perurh'd lo Hg ro, . , ' . "
And the wild rote and the orchil died ,
' Amid the summer glow ' m .
t But on tbe hill the golden-rod, '
And the aster in the wood,
f And the yellow sun-flower by the brook
p- In autumn beauty stood, . -
Till fell the frost from the clear, cold Heaven,
As falls the plague on men,
And the brightness of their smile was gone,
. From upland, glade and glvn.
And bow, when comci the calm, mild day,
As still such days will come,
To call the squirrel and the bee
From out tlieir winter homo, f
When tbe sound of dropping nuts is heard,
Though all the tries are still, ,
And twinkle in the smoky light
The waters of the rill. 1
. The south wind searches for the flowers
Whose fragrance late he bore,
And sighs to find them in the wood
. And by the stream no more;
And. then J think of 'Stilt who in
Hory.uluful beauty died.
The fair, mjek bloasoui that gre w op '
And faded by my side .
In the cold moist earth we laid her,
-r When the forest cast the leal .
And we, wept that one so lovely,'
Should hove a life so brief ; .
Yet not unmeet it was, that one, '..
' Like thul young friend of ours,
So grntle and so beautiful, -
Should perish with the flowers.
The autumn leaf. What a sad emblem
of human destiny! , plained, withered,
scorched by the crisping blast, to be blown
by the remorseless and unpitying winds.
Yet Densive aa it is. it sbeaks in no harsh
tones to the, well adjusted mind but modu.
luted to harmony of tone, it utters a voice
of kind admonition, as well to the heart of
woman, in her pride of beauty, as to the
soul of man, in the grandeur of his ambi-
lion. ;Yet..why bo pensive at beholding this
yellow tinted leaf, dyed in tho hues of its
exDlrinsr season : when, like our frail bodies,
it is but the garment of the. towering oak,
whose tpitU remains untouched oy the blast,
to renew its beauties with the opening
spring 7 lo the eye, wnen winter nowis
around us, all things that display their sum
mer pride appear to perish while the pnn.
ciple of life rolreols to its citadel or secure
abode, to send forth fresh creations in the
dawning spring. , So it ia with the,,exjernal
forms of mortal clay. ' .The winter,of life
comes upon us, with Us kind and p&toiaal
evenings, firsti-of.a wholesome frost -then
a falling leaf then a yellow wrinkle
n f .,1,.,1 .Uontr n fa Itnrinir nipo S Him
eye a; putsieu nguij uui a wun
Sl " - ' ' 1 t . .... J n ui.hM aa
when first tho young Diooa rusnea witn
tumultuous iov. through the swelling veita:
but thoueh the leaf fulls th6 immortal
spirit ofNhe old oak still remains, to bid
defiance toho wrath of time the change
nf BHasons. nod the snort of winds. How
beautiful an einblem of the immortality of
the soul ! The Vody may decay wither,
and die as all things of earth must change
their earthly form but the toul survives
forever thesPiRt r what power cao touch!
what force destroy ! what laws subjugate!
It Livefh forever ! Still is there something
of a pensive- lesson to the sensitive mind,
in the falling leaf of autumrj, Wvall
shrink with instinctive terror from Jestruc.
tion even the destruction of om, figure,
mechanism.nd organization. Hence our
feeling of preservation in essential toexist-
ence.
r.' : u:-. A.r.A nt rultiniT into
nouffh'rthat sustains us throueh life. Evei'y
II IM IIIIS .1 IIJUU J . w .'H
Burroundinc circumstance of nature; the
umiafiiiiutKH of Moasons the mutations of
matter the revolutionsof physical, as well
f lrAnll inculcate the great
VL9 IliVIUI awaw W
Uonn of avmnathv of charity of be-
nevolonce-of .love. Tbe falling leaf ro
minds us otthe cutting blasts of angry
winter, to tha children of want. Are our
fellow creatures well provided fori - Has
ihA miAam her fuel 1 Has the afflicted vicr
tiro of poverty and disease wherewith, to
shield bun. trom tne oiasn vrc wo
hlnaned with abundance are we
rpd with eoodsT Let us shake the
superfluity to the sons and Slaughters of
affliction I As tho rustling leaves strew the
hoarv pround before us, let us think, that so
1 . -; . . flu. Imi
may our lortuncs do suhkcu "
of our prosperity, by the, will of uoa, m
an hour in a. moment ! nw.w
.hn ire hard oi heart r woe to mem,
who wran therasolvea up in the maniie oi
nrisriArit v. and heed not the tears of the
-of- the orphan.- the
cravings of want, and the sighs of despair.
Raimr lo bo noor iorever u'u
with p-old. and hove an unfeeling heart J for
.h kia.t will-come that shall strew your,
iPhh on the Wound, or smite you. blind in
its possession, believe not tnauno vo.t.o
of tiature, howling and sighing around you,
mean nothing. There is not a leai oui
speaks not a breeze out is eioquem m
nilalK In inn BOUl OI UMJ Utau In
God! There is cot a-tempest in the
calm on the wave, but can
be read, 'like the volume of eternity, by the
niitrSnn ho a) ft fif A kind, irenlle, and sym-
nalh z nff snirit I UOQ speass iu an
works s but woe to the man who har hp
loarnd to read this language tha-guage
of the heart and to see in HY-i
leaf the vice that etrewa the JL-
To woman, in the prime ofvbeauy
the autumn leaf, ought ever to be dear.
Woman ! fragile ! fleeting ! ..kind I atJec
tionate woman! oh! be ever charitable to
the poor. -Teach roan tow little ne snows
f ih hunmt of feeling, the true rapture of
life who ia -ignorant ot tne pleasure oi
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doing good, io you, wno evr aiouu uu
.k -isrink ofeternitv.be corffmitted the
ia.k of teachine man the irnortaDce of
perusujgthewumeo God, whose opening
pace ii writtea on the virgin tnaw of
-
howling winter! where the the first word
is CHiRixy, Lead him, on, step by step.
Show him where lie the thousands of thou,
sands of peril to life and fortune, hid under
the ambush of a night's revel a cold
consumption death ! Shew him the peril
of the ocean's storm, that may engulph his
" rick argotieijl and send him howling
wih the unexpected pangs of want "Turn
from page to paga of the book of life, on
whose top lines there is always written the
sacred word.'.' Beothkb. Then lead him
to the distant wpoj, to meditate on the au.
tumn leaf; Vid" as be treads' the rustling
ground, point his attention to (he opening
stars, whose blazing fires tell of heaven's
joys, andjypify eternity. 'Surely, therais
much to muse on, when we behold the fall
of the autumn leaf. - is signal, a sign
from God I - t 1 .'" . j -
"Oh, Autumn! thoo art here a king,
And round thy throne the smiling houss
A thousand fragrant tributes bring ..
. Of golden fruits and blushing flowers.
TTJw approacbrof this pensive,; solemn,
J k...:r..i . i u.j i U
therainhw.lint(wonlInn( arlHlhmnl1rn.T?,C,, PJ,3f M everV Drealtl 01 .alr
ful waitings of the wind, that seems to
chant its sad and cheerless anthem as a
requiem over the departed glories of the
declining year. Already " hath autumn
robed the trees in her livery of various
hues, and from the bright glossy, green of
the leaves that -rejoiced upon the summer,
spray, a change has come over them, and
thev are now cold in the eorireous attire of
scarlet and gold, purple, dun and vermilion.
Out, then, in the woodlands and breathe
tho last fragrant sighs of the summer's
nurslings as they goto their richly-strewed
bier, and there thou wilt find food-for re.
flection in every leaf and flower.- Each
hath a homily in itself even the smallest
and simplest, when examined, will lead thy
thoughts to the great Creator. And there,
too, would I send the unbeliever, who scoffs
at the truth of the Divine Gospel, and bid
him answer if chance hath formed the va.
rieties of leaves and flowers that lie blush
ing at his feet. -
Let me muse, then, in tha woodlands,
fraught with these simple and beautiful crca.
tions thtft bestow such a salutary lesson.
A withered leaf! It is typical of human
me,
It ts a connecting link in the-eham ot
memory, and recalls the endearing asso.
ciations of other daya. ' Who nt there,
with feelings, however vitiated by an inter,
course with a heartless world, that does not
feel his spirit tincturea with the pensive so-
lemnhy of the season, as be wande"rs far
amidst tho," sere and yellow leaves which
rustle beneath bis footsteps 7 HOW SOOth-
ing, methinks; is their influence ; and the
heart becomes filled with softer and better
emotions. How humbled and subdued does
he feel who treads the forest sanctuary
whilst under the dominion of autumn, the
sweet Sabbath 'of the year! The proud
vision of ambition and distinction vanish
awav like oassine clouds. He wonders at
the change, and can scarcely believe him.
self the same individual who, but a few
r 1 3 ' . 1 J if. I
minutes neiore. naa mineiea in uie gay
vortex of fashion Now, he desires not
aguiii t M wo u i.vi
presence. Sweet
solemn thoughts of death stenlXupon bis
mind, he minus mat ne couiu live nu
die io such a spot, when all fair things are I
fnrlino- awav ! And vet it is irresistable to I
roam through the autumn woods, and listen
to the thousand whispering tongues Which
nil the air. i nere is a ..reeling oi sauness
ra-ii ft I! -r J I
that pervades the mind, and although par.
taking as ft does of a melancholy characi j
ter, it is nevertheless gratetui to me neart,
filling it with emotions of a sublime and
thrilling nature, awaxeneaoy no oiner bc.
son in the year It see ml to tincture the
feelines "with, a saddehed inspiration, and I
awakens the dormant energies of the mind
to the glui;iooarspectac1e ot Woodlands dy.
ing like the Dolphin, amidst.the gorgeous
COIorS. tne OSl SUU iuvcucsi, uuui aji una i
' . ..ml
faded nto the sombre russet garb ! ne " . "o. v
; ' t j .s.u .wsnele expression; especially when looking
eye oi an .puropeun --" IM .
nmriin nn ot our forests, with meir century.
r.. . , .
crowned monarens arrayeo in ineir 10.1x4
S-i.a,.rfwiii,iiT.rt.sd off
nT'wn autumn! There
autumn: ad amcr rau ouiumu;
, , l th. -
is poetry in tne very ,
BTobes, king of ihe woods!
bloodier hue, like the im.
lijs
stnppea oi i .o.iage, , 3-
desnortinz in the breeze, or carried I down
k ihA. Mhmni 1 im mine idu iu ffuiu.
.. .-: i - t. "Xt."-'1J
en leaves, adominz the woodlands wilh
their rich and sunny tinU 1 The. elm, in
KVZU . Z:. nZl ;
mCnanU Bunny UU1 I.-b....,
. . 1 ti
mn. kn rich foli&ire I Tha ash, " hid
i.tnnnii.. un,ui uwj wm. v .
ing the silver onaerwam encn ie... iu
lDii9
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.J ct.r.
hue. ' And the spiral mnc ana tne TO
M-a . , ,. t
grain, and orch.rda laden ;with luscious
tk.i. Ate-nar rrrean iiriRiiM di iru udu
truit, ano vines w w Hnug..., . .
- luicimg - --a
Clear apurai.i.g ...,
t - i.li.-. aAta nrm ann an mnn
hi dp:, and field sports.
I . .w
All these ir
thineyoh-nutumni and own thy psgeant
sovereignty.
The lapse of month has wrought
01 rnwnu wu.
changes upon the race 01 tne eonn, upon
the colors ot tne say, ana luumcum auu
sombre meditauona wnicn creep ever o
spiriU, a the approach , d r M
have nassea tne central poiui. 01
a flu. and vnllow leaP has multi
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I unon the veeetabl. world, and one cannot' winter that V w .pp 6;
n led inhniteiy.: 1ecay im v 110 wiu wura.
4 .
look upon the fading foreit, without aubdu-"
ing premonitions, not only of the stealthy
and silent approach of winter,, by the regu.
lar change of the aeasorigbut "also of the
cheerless and desolate sensations which fall
upon the spirits, at the early sighing of the
wintry winds. The season is full of sober,
though in ome sense pleasing recotlec.
tions. Wa have lived through the advance
of autumn, -passed its turning point, and
it is now on the retfeat.-i, The prevalent
tone offeeling is of the gloomy tinge. ' One
of our own poets has. said of this season,
. The melancholy days hare come, iV
The saddest of tbe year." . -. ' ?
Goethe touches the mournful string,
by saying that the " autumn ia going away
like the sound of bolls. - The wind poises
over the atublo and finds nothing t move
Only the red berries -of that slender tree
seem as if they would fain remind us of
something cheerful and the -measured
beat of the thresher's flail calls up the
thought that in the dry and fallen ear, liet
much nourishment ana life. . i " - -
Sad sights are these decaying leaves
They tell us of a power a(.work steadily,
though silently in the outer world,- whlcli
at one time nips the bud, at another with,
ers the beautiful foilage of creation. , This
faded and dying vegetable "clothing is an
eloquent embKm of the change: which is
stealing upon us all which palsies our
limbs and scatters silvery irost upon the
head of age, We need these admonitions.
They bid us remember man's frailty, and
send us musing back over the record of our
past years. We fina that a history with
many mournful fiagesX Our old associa.
tions are broken up. Death has seized upon
our companions. TFamiliarfaces have
passed away, and nothing to which .we
have put our hand has proved permanent.
IT. . I . . I , 1 l. .M 1
we iook in vaiti tor me circieoi our ennu-hood--
It is scattered to the four winds of
heaven. Some have braved the sea, and
are seeking a fortune among people who
speak strange language, and know not the
customs of civilized man. Some are stir.'
red by the noise of battle, and have gone
to the war: Some are wandering up and
down the, face of the earth, with no definite
habitation, and no desire for any. And
some have gono from tho old sheltering
nornei 0r whom no sicht or lidings have
ever come back, to gladden the hearts of
friends left behind. -Some are sleeping,
and we find but a single storv upon the
memorial friendship has raised al the place
nr rpat , .
They nave finished a journey which
has had its weariness, and have at length
UiA o.iHn thnir hurthens at the mouth of the
Lrave, Our fathers are gone, and tho J
prophets do not live forever. These in
deed are sad musings, and they flock upon
us like birds of passage, of dinerent co
lors, but all flying in thn same direction.
But we are sure no. one can go lortn into
the surrounding - country at this season,
ftlv.. frnm inn rattlino- of nnvements. with
ou. hdYinff such saddeninz reflections tince
uj. yjew f every object in the kingdom of
.... i
nature. Kverv ihinir is in the same cnap.
ter.- What he sees and hears are the
and sounds of autumn, rhev cannot be
described but they can be felt. And. we
Mare say, lhat with more or less power
lhey come to all. The brown stubble, the
mnntnni nn u,i.;,-h thprp i hut tittle -rreea.
,he fading forest, which has a variety bf
hues to be cauoht by the painter's eye, the
Ucronm 0f tho jay, the dim aud hnzy air,
a a -
amj tne 8i,ad0ws lenethened towards the
eogtj aijtheseand a thousand other things
wnich cannot be transferred, have the co.
0rlng which one would know to be of the
auiumn) were he now to awaKe irom
siurnber of twenty years." .. v
" The melancholy days are como,
-TheWtfearoT the year.'
This is to us tho aadest, sweetest sea.
son of the year. " Summer s gone." How
, . i- .
munh rnannntllV niMlliniT IS IherS in ttllS
.k.. a untM tna fieldi be-reft of their cold.
. - r
en harvests, its trulb is every wnere seer.
7 , ' . . t . 1 ... 1,
i th change of nature a vesture, lire
? language of poetry to tell us
. . - -
that "tbe harvest is past, the
summer
1 ia ded . and winter approaches ; the
' PP"'
J" ,he last
and the -oeclioinir rays of the s
. ' . . ..
summer,
sun, all tell
beautiful writer, that cornea over the
IrJ'fi.rzr--. .Lir-ii.inss-
I mind in US CUUlCIIIUiUUUUa Ul ,u...u
". . . .
faithful Christian when about to enter upon
. , mhnAnUf frl,.lh
ine uara vairej
He has passed the. seed-time and summ
of life, and is standing amidst the ahadow;
0f that last autumn which brings
his toils, and heward
oLeli hU labors..
rhe .,,. fr08t of autumn fall. not
i .
Ainnft unon the sreen ana oeauuiui yegeia.
Mjn.B ,00 has hi. au
, , When ne arrive8 ,t lbe eening
... .u keaut ea wh ch adorn
-- -- - . . . vniuU m.
1 m 111a cawiumwi .
wif""6iw.""'r ' ; " ,
of manhood, begin loaiscover w auiumnai
tint here and there a leal naj lorsanen
s. r.ni hmiich : his iovs and delights all
have emigrated to another country-wwing
-- n . " Ume. and la
wu . , re
- r .
. s-" . d k d w- h
J -Butihe
9" J: . nUtt. h-n
1 ariuanMH in ?ears uioutc,
. I linta of autumn.
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harbingers of the dreary
. '
The young, however, see nothing mulon
Choly in autumn. They may well ask,.
" What is there saddening in the autumn leave it"
Whenlhey took abroad upon our rich and
variegated forest scenery
-when flraV thelroit
. r Tarns Into beaulv all October's e!
harms.'! (
, To their vouhe eyes only the bright co
lor are visible,' or if they see tha darker
hues, they only, behold them aa so many
shades to give relief to tha beautiful paint,
ing upon nature's canvass. 1 ' ,
Peculiar to this country - we beKevef, is
that delicious, but melancholy season, which
we denominate the "Indian Summer,," and
which 4 like the last blaze of the" lamp pre;
alina tn If -AvtilimiialirYWrit lianAMtMaflAra
in H November's? cold and elullingast.'4ki thii. they fin? '? conversation,
This peculiar season wis .been beaotirelly
depicted by one of America's sweetest po
ets, Brainard, in the following lines :
What is there saddening In the autumn leaves T '
Have tliey that green and yellow melancholy
Tbat the sweet poet speaks of 1 Had he seen
Our variegated woods, when Aral the float
Turns into beauty all October's charms-r
When the dread fever quits us when.ihs storm
Of the wild Equinox, with all its wet "
Has left the land, a. the first deluge left it,
With a bright bow of many colors hung .
Upon the forest tops he had not sighed.
The moon stays longest for the hunter now I
Tho trees cast down their fruitage, and tbe blithe
And busy squirrel hoards his winter store ;
While man enjoys tho breeze that sweeps along
The bright blue sky above him, and tha.1 bends
Magnificently all the foreata pride, '
Or whispers through the ever.grcens, and BiVa,
What is there saddening in the autumn leavca,
Mr. Borrow.
Of Mr. Borrow, the author of tho Bible in
Spairi-tiia most readable Tjook," decidedly,
of these later days tho Boston Daily Ad.
vertiser gives this account, taken from an
articlo in the levue oes aeux nionaes :
. Mr. Borrow, says the writer M. Plum-'
re'ti Chasles, was originally,. I believe, a
horse jockey or something of lhat kind ;
. - .. . l .1 . , L.;.':
since tnen, a puruanicai uevouou uayiHjj
seized him. ho has traveled over the world
tospread the gospel light among tne ureews,
Papists, Ottomans, Barbariuns and Zincali.
To- gain souls for Calvin, to conquer horses
and infidels; and to wander over' plains,
marshes and forests, are his favorite plea
sures. A DonQuixoteof the 19th century,
and an English Don Quixote, he travelled
as a colDorteur among the Alpujarras, at
Cintra. Ceiita. Mcrida, upon the banks of
the Guadalouivir. and Douro, with a cargo
of Bibles: some in Arabic, and others in
the Bahamian tontiuo not that of Bohe
mia, hut of Hindostah (Zincali.) ""Can you
think of any oddity more strange than this ?
With a vigorous nature, a weu tempereu
soul, an uncommon courage, and a burning
curiosity mingled with a lively taste loruu.
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ventures and even lor dangers, a poiygtof
mind with the irift of tongues, Mr. li. un-
erstood Persian, Arabic, Oerman, JJutcn,
Russian. Polish, Spanish, Portugese, Irish,
Swedish, Norwegian and the old Scanda.
nivinn, not to me.nlion the oojiic, ivymn or
Welsh. Sanscrit, and Zincali, the language
of the European Gypsies. He is on athletic
man, 35 or 30 years old, wnn a Dngni
sighu-kblack eye, his brow already covered with
tho frost of premature white hair, and an
olive comnlexion, as if ho belonged to that
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ntf an raceol w.nom ne is tne ciirouicur
and friend. ' ' '
He was born at Norfolk, and found him
self, no-one knows how, and he does not
tell, in the midest ol gypsies, biacKsmuns,
fortune-tellers, rope-dancers, horse jockeys,
old clothes merchants and beggars from
Egypt, who inhabited this city and itcm-
virons. r rom these honoraoie instructors
he received at an early age his first know!
diro of-gibberish, the rudiments ol tne
Zincali luflgliage, and hereditary receipts
relative lo the rearing and support 01 norscs.
Ae hegrew,p,-he went to Edinburg, went
through the University course, studied
diligently Hebrew, Greek and Latin, and
mooa-ircuneni exeursioua u " '"B"
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ands to leurn ja.lic Uiorougmy.. m hjm
became of him afterwards no one knows
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His friends say lie eoweo nis wna oais, or
n ihn French aav. u letait sa gffurfne.
Some-pretend the turf and occupation ot.
a ibekev never had a more zeaious servum,
Ho houpht and soiu norses, oci, won, iwav
and probably ran, at Newcastle or Derby
Thta nortion of his life lies in the shade;
he afterwards re-appeared, and we find him
suddenly converted and engaged in me
service or the Uible society, a company
orimnized for the propagation of the Bible.
Ho tfavefcnjver the world agd leaves on
his route Bibles by thousandsT When he
had seen Asia and Africa, it appers to him
that Spain and Portugal, those two 010
ramparts of Catholicism, are countries new
and curious to visit; he pounces upon
them, Calvinistic Bible in hand, is im-
prisoned, beaten, pursued; ne peraii, .
lives in the woods, with banditti, in caverns
wilh gypsies, in garrets with ptcaros, craves
the Alcaldes, shows his contempt for ctu
rates ; mocka,at mitiistcrs ; leagues nimseii
with the Jews, offers his hand to the Arabs,
is neither beaten to demh or hung, which
is a miracle ; and after having uveowougn
the-most eurious-romancei of adventures
which could be imagined, this Don Quixote
without a squire, cornea back to London
white, and bronzed.
Our own strong impiession derived from
his two books, is, that Mr. TCrrow is him
self of Gypsy blood. N. Y. American.
T riANOERt Whon a man goes regu
rlnv al a particular hour, " to
liauor," depend upon it he is in danger. It
is high time that nc snouiu aigu mo ib",
Listen and Xvum. .
There is one little piece of practical .
philosophy, which we Would like to impress
upon the minds of our young readers, and
for which .they will thank ua just in pmpor.
lion as they will heed it. The best thiug ti "
young man can do is lo be a good listener '
nothing gives 'so strong .en idea of his
wisdom, and nothing so mucii increases it.
If you are conscious that you are ignorant,
this is the way to conceal and to remedy it.
An old rnan must have experience, and ho
loves to.; talk. JjistcQ and you have tlm
benefits of all he has learned, and gratify
his strongest propensity. Men ol talent
and attainment, whose heads . ure full of
maUer, absolutely require some vent' fw it, "
ana mis iney nun iu coiiversuuun. i-.v
under your own foolish vanity curb your
love of display, and you may have tho full .
benefit of all their toilsome studies, and at
the same time, by attending to them, and
simply showing your appreciation, you,'
afford the highest pleasure while you gain
every way, giving them a higher opiiiioirfjf
your own mind and talents, than you possi
bly could" by toftilng yourself. The grouts'
art of eonve,rsutioi js t soy just enough to
draw out those abou you on their favoritn
topics, and to bring their fuculties into full
play. Ifthey Aug, sny something thul will
excite them. .
. If the subject does not interest therny
change it to one. lhat will. Do your part
fill up-vnCanciesif possible keep down
the impeijtinenfces of others, and bosure to
indulge in none of your own. It ia one of
thoetrarge things in lhi3 worldthat while
tho talent of conversation,'' is niioceorvu
plishment which nflbrds more pleasure i thu it
ull others, less, attention is pain to its oulti-
vntion.than to the most trifling acquisitions.
What can be more charming than a womnn
who-converses well ? Ugliness, whh thi.t
talent, become! attractive yet you find ten
talkers, who play, sing, draw, or dnnco
well, to one who can carry on an interest
ing conversation. 'N. Y. Sun.
Imperfecthess of Human Knowledge.
Tho caterpillar, on being converted into
an inert scaly mass, does not nppear to befit
ting itself for an inhabitant ot the air, and
can have no consciousness of the brilliancy
of its future being. We are the masters
of the earth, but perhaps wearc4lic slaves
of some great and unknown beings. Tho
fly that we crush with our fingor.or feed
with our, viands, has no knowledge 01 man,
and no consciousness of his superiority.--
We suppose that we are acquainted with
matter and all its elements, yet we cannot
even guess at the cause 01 electricity, or
explain tho formation of the stones that full
from metoora. ' There may be beings near
or surrounding us, which we cannot imag
ine. Wc know very little, but in my opin
ion we knjw enough to hopo for the im
mortality, tho individual immortality, of
the better part of man. Humphrey Davy.
T J at '
Ladies at Work. Young ladirs miss a
figure when they blush and. make a dozen
apologies to find tlfem at tlie tub, with u,
check apron on, una sleeves up. ooooeit .
fell in love with his wifo while In this inter.
esiing condition ; and no woman was of
more service toman. Ileal men men ot
terting sense are always pleased to sou
ihcir female acquaintance at work.- 1 hen
never blush never apologise, if found iiv
your homespun attire, stirring coffee, wash
ing the hearth, or rinsing tho clothes. It
should be your pride and glory to lu'bor.for
industrious hubits areTcertainly the uest re
covmmendotion you can bring to worthy
young men who aro seeking wivoa.
Those wlio would sneer at these habits,
you may depend upon it 7 w,H muko" yoor
companions, for they are miserable fools
and consummate blockheads.
Habits of'JouN Quinct Adams. Judgo
Bacon, in-speaking of Mr. Adams' habits,
says that he is not particular in restricting
himseif any one-exclusivesortTjf foodi
regarding more the quantity token, thuii.
the particular kind. He usually tnkea onu
or two glasses of the lighter wines with hU .
dinner, and in the intervals of his meals in
troubled wilh little thirst, and having, ns
we noticed, uniformly declinedluking any
water during his longest and most exciting
addresses, when it was offered him'1. Ilw
system requires and admits-ofliuf five or
six hours of sleep, although he .would bo
glad to l)0,able to lake an hour more. H is .
teeth appear not. to bo deficient L. and his
appetite good and siuTicienl ; .his 1 lieiirin
and eye-sight are boih gwyiind lajjjaff
never had occasion 10 use spcciueica.
Marriage. Hook upon a man's utiacli.
ment to woman who deserves it, us iho
greatest possible safeguard to him in hi-- .
dealings with tbe world;1 it keeps him from
oil those small vices which unfettered youth
thinks little of, but whjch certainly under
mine the foundations of better things, till 1
in the end the whole fubricrof w'riglu . and
wrong gives way under ihe assault of tempt-
ation. j f
The-wite. Dr.- Franklin: recamnrcTidjr
a young man in tho choice of a- wifo to
select her from a bunch, giving as his ren
son! that when thero ace many daughters,
they improve each other, and from cmula.
lion acquire more .accomplishrnrnts and
know, more, and do more than a single
child spoiled by pa ternal fondness. This
comfort to people blessed wilh largo
familiea. 7
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