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: THE ORPHAN BOY.
Alas 1 1 am an Orphan Boy,
With naught on earth td cheer my heart ;
No father's love, no mother's joy, "
t Nor kin nor kind to take my part ;
Myjlodgingisthe cold, cold ground,
l eat tne Dreaa oi cnamy ; -An
hentiie kisa of love goes round.
,: ; There is no kiss,. alas, lor me. -
Yet once I had a'father dear, t
; A mother, too, Iont to prize ';. ; .
With ready hand to wipe the tear, v
If chane'd the transient tear to rise.
Bat cause of tears was rarely (bund, '
For all my heart was youthful glee,
And when the kiss of love went rouml,
How sweet a kiss there was for the.
B ut, ah ! there came a war they sa r ;
, What is a war 11 cannot tell : . ;
Buti drums and fifes did sweetly play, ;
' And: loudly rang our village bell,
In truth it was a ftfetty sound :
I thought ,6r could I thence foresee.
' That" when the kiss3 of love - went round, j ; '
There eoon should" be no kiss for me. .1
'.-V-My - ' ' ' "
A scarlet coat my father took, ( -
-And svvord ais bright as bright could bo,
And feathers that so gaily look, , ;
'. All in a shining cap had he.
Then how my little heart did bound, ?
Alas, I thought it fine to see ;
Nor dreamt, that when the kiss went round,
There soon should be no kiss for me. v
ft length the bell again did ring, r
'i There was a victory they said ; ' ; V .
'Tvva.3 what my father said he'd bring, J
But, iih ! it brought my father dead. W
My mother, shriek'q, her heart was woe,
1 She clasp'd me to her trembling knee
O Grod ! that you may never know,
I Iovv wild a kiss she gave to me !
'But once again, but once again,
These lips a mother's kisses felt ; : .
That once again, that once again, ;
"The tale5 a heart of stone would melt. ;
?Twas when upon her death-bed laid,
(O Ctod ! O God! that siglit to see), K
t; My child, my child," she i eejxly said, p
And gave a parting kiss to me. , .
Sp now I am an Orphan Boy, f
With rtauht below my heart to cheer :
No mother's love, 4io father's joy,
Nor kin nor kind to wipe the tear.
' My lodging is the cold, cold ground,
I eat the bread of charity ;
And -when the. kiss of love-goes round. ,
There is no kiss, ala, for me. f-
It is on the last four lines of the fifth verse ending
i 41 O God! tbit you may never know, i
I How Wild a-kiss she gave to me,
that we will repose our judgment, willing here totake
t our stand, and to rest on this our reputation for critical
j discernment. ' We maintain this to be as simple,
! natural, pathetic and touching a sentiment, and
i clothed inas unaffected diction, as any to be found in
i the elegies of the most admired poets. The speaker
expatiates not on the particular feeling excited in his
imothcr or himself when the kiss was imprinted, but
breaks out into an exclamation which, while it depre
cates our knowledge of the reality, implies the im-
possibility oioescriounn """s
tia merefy THier heart was yjog ;" not the seat of woe,
nor distracted by a thousaiid woes. It is these bursts
of, nature, these unlaboured starts of genuine senti
ment, that constitute the attraction ot the simple elegy.
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: 1 SPRING-TIME.
Away away to the pleasant, hills, where the jjrass is
springing ioiin
And weaving its beautiful mantle of green all over
' the joyous earth-
Where the white flowers bloom, in the creviced rock.
and the violet's eye ot blue ?
Smiles on the pure and beautiful sky throuMi its
1 pearly tears ot dew :
Go leave the thick and crowded mart, and the city's
noisome breath,
Where Crime-with. its dagger lurks unseen, and the
air is dark with Death
Where Avarice plucks the staff away whereon the
-wicked lean
Ahd Vice reels over its midnight bowl, withithc sono-
and jest obscene. ?
i Away away, to the forest shade?, where the boughs
j 1 are green afram :
. And the young bud opens Us perfect leaves in the
kindly sun and rain; l
Where the vine puts forth its delicate hands to cla
T the oak's huiTC limb r '
I And the woodland flowers are blowing, wild on the
i Ishadowed streamlet brim.
i Away 'tis better to tread die earth, and breathe the
mountain air,
J Than to muse o'er the lore of other times by the
lapers yeuow glare, i ;
i Better lar better the open page where the finger o;
' ) God hath been, (
Than the dim, strangescrolls of forgotten days and
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j uie poiiuerous tomes oi men :
' Let the beautiful dancer leave the hall where the
; midnisrht mocks the day, .
And freer and lighter shall be her step Where the
f healthful breezes play ,
Let the scholar turn from his weary task,; and his
i heart shall lose its pain, r
I he blood flow back to his pallid cheek, and his brow
be smooth again. !
way to the hills the streams the woods for a
" enell of waco ie thoi '
j A welcome bland from the early flowers, and a kiss
- pertumed air ' f , !.
Awaj -and - thy heart shall find a friend in every
j nower and tree ' ' -j J
Ml oHoS toThc?' 1 beautiful foTms shaU whisper
I A Romancel by Mrs. Brav : 2 v,.i x tt
per, N. Y. This isan AmeriineditT
resting romance, a tale of PorfSf a int
.the story, immortahzed in prose and in vV?bS
, fair and ill-fated Inez de Castro. ' It feS-f Ite;
, first class of novels : but it will neverthelei V, J;
attractive to novel readers: and to them we leavef
only, making such an extract as without revealine
1 the plot of the ' story an offence we hold to bp t?
pardonable may serve to arouse interest, and at the
; same to illustrate our author's talents : ?
Coello led the way, bearing the lamp, which he
shaded, with his hand ; and, with a stealthy f step did
au inree ascena a nigni oi siairs mai iea to an upper
' cnamDer.. Most cautiously did they proceed into it,
, closed the entry through which they passed,5 secured
the bolt and Gonsalez pointed with his hand to a
f second door that commonicatcd with, the sleeping
j npanrneni o me de uastro.
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"Which way shall we return?" whispered Coello, I
V - ' tim t i i r . l' I
in aiow voice. ' There is, I know
another door within her room
the COUTt the Court where the C
Deuer go uiai way wueu au is uvci, iui icai
"Peace, peace," said Gonsalez : "Diego, will you
Dass in 1" Diego waved his hand.
" No," said Gonsalez : " thou wilt remain here,
then, and keep watch. Well, it may be better you
should do so. Coello, forward, open softly yon cham
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ber door."
Not a word more was spoken, lest the least sound
should disturb those within. Diego stood hxed to me
spot, the imaore of horror ; yet there was no relenting
purpose 5 in his souL uonsaiez was ui i,
collected, tie held tne dagger g" "
hand, with the other he motioned Coello once more
to go on. 1 ne taxman agui - j
..n ;f l5o-ht cptilincr on his own countenance, showed
the hao-rard, yet ferocious expression of a man capa
ble of witnessing murder. Hej stole into the cham
hor did the fiend into Paradise, to bring evil, sin
and death, where beauty and innocence found their
place of repose.
Thousrh the lamp was darkened by his hand, on
cominc to the foot of the bed, Coello, raised it, and
ooked upon the, sleeping children. The night was
sultry ; they had thrown off the clothes, leaving bare
their limbs, as the two innocent beings lay twined in I
each other's arms. Their senses were fast locked in 1
sleep, their Cheeks red as the sweetest blossom of the
rose, their skin so soft and white, with their little
hands dimpled in the beauty of infancy, all pre-.
sented an image of such perfect loveliness, yet so
lelpless, so endearing, that even Coello turned aside
die lamp, as if feaful to trust himself to contemplate,
a sight that was likely to awaken feelings of tender
ness within him.
As he turned away, the rays of the lamp fell on
the couch that stood near the bed. Coello shuddered.
His fleshed seemed to crawl upon his bones as he
caught the first sight of the unhappy mother of the
children. She was sleeping, it was wnat ne naa
desired; yet now, in spite of himself, he repined to
witness the unconscious security of her repose at such
a moment. Her hair hung loose about her neck;
and there were a few bnght drops upon her cheek
that showed she had wept even in her sleep. One
arm was motionless by her side, the other partly ex
tended beyond the couch; the hand was open; no
sculptor could have chiselled nner proportions man
that hand and arm displayed, j
As Coello looked urxn Ines, so still, so beautiful
and placid, that, but for the" softlow breathings which
came upon his Car, he could almost Have fancied he
beheldan image of marble, a .masterpiece of art.
The thought, too, how soon she would be no better
than a thino- so cold and inanimate, forced itself on
his mind, but could not awaken his conscience.
F.vpn Onnsalez lingered a moment, and looked
noon her: for there is in beauty and in the helpless
ness of sleep, a charm that will be felt even by minus
least alive to images of excellence or pity. And
Coello, cold, selfish, hardened as he was, could not but
acknowledge, as he contemplated tne loveliness oi
the being before him, that it was a pity it was doomed
so soon to pass away, so soon to tall like a witnerea
and broken flower, to be no more than dust. "Yet,"
ie thought, "death is but like sleep, and the dead
and the sleeper are the same." Comforted by this
poor attempt to revive his sinking courage to witness
a -deed so wicked, he stole back gently to close , the
door, that had opened again, by the spring not catch-
ing the lock, atter he iirst came into the cnamber, ant
liaving secured it, glided up once more to the si,de o
Gonsalez, who stood bending over the sleeping vie
tim's couch.
From the American Monthly Magazine.
CAPTAIN THOSEPSOX.
I was unfortunate enough, one bright July morn
ing in my senior year, to receive an expressive note
rom my Tutor, which rendered a journey ot some
hundred and fifty miles quite necessary. I was in
the coach in less than an hour with a travelling cap
nulled, aver a jvrerv long face, partly to avoid recog
nition oy my cTassmaiesasT-i?vfmTPcrTry incrcoi-
eges, and "partly with an indefinite feeling that a
pretty woman who sat in the opposite corner oi the
coach would observe a tear that was coquetting very
capriciously with my eyelids. 1 The rumbling echo
of the wheels from the broad front of East Rock-
roused me from a very bitter fit of reflection, and re
collecting that there were now two miles between
me and certain official gentlemen, I raised my cap
and took a long breath and a look out of the window.
The lady on the back seat had a child on her lap.
We three were the only passengers. :
It is surprising iiow " it's all in your eye" whether
beautiful objects seem beautiful in this world. I do
not think there is a sweeter gem of scenery in New
England than the spot upon which my eye fell at
that moment the little hamlet of Whitney ville at
tne loot ot iast Kock. 1 had rambled all over its
wild neighbourhood, and threaded for hundreds of
truant days its deep passes I knew, and loved as a
romantic colleger wilt love, every stn king tree and
sheltered moss-knoll from its base to its summit T
had stood on the romantic bridge many a moonlight
hour thinking of you, dear j (eKem !) and star
gazing in the black mirror of the tide below and
now, as I hoped to be recalled, J thought it the most
exquisitely dismal spot I ever looked upon the trees,
ugly and distorted, the "fine old trap-rock" the Pro
fessor's epithets were as good as an apotheosis to it)
desolate and naked, and the pretty buildings below
(the only factory that ever adorned a stream abso-
Jutely insulting with their peaceful picturesqueness.
" vnat a desolate place said 1, m a soliloquizing
tone as the coach rolled out from the covered bridge
(a new one, by the way, that was not half as pretty
asrthe "old one) and toiled slowly up the steep hill
beyond.
" Sir !" said the lady. She did know how a sud
den start for home in the middle of the terra, affects
the moral sensorium. I should have called Diana a
hag.
u! mean, madam r I beg pardon and
then I went into a long rhodomontade to explain
away my apparent want of taste, and the lady told
me her son's name was John, and that he was named
after his father, who was CaDtain Thomnson of the
brig Dolly, that had just arrived in Boston after a
Uiree years voyage, &c. &c. &c. : ending in a
request that 1 would assist her with my knowledge of
locanues wnen we arrived at the end ol our journey.
In ten miles, I was on very sociable terms with
Mrs. Thompson. In ten more, by dint of ginger
bread and good humour, Master John was persuaded
into my lap, and in ten more but travellers have a
reputation for a long bow, and I shall not be be
lieved. The day was divine, and the season was
June, and if it had not been for an occsional sight of
the mail-bag under my feet, which I presumed con
tained a simple j explanation of iny journey, I could
have contrived to forget the imminent peril in which
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i siooa oi losing my graauaie s sneepsKin and my
father's blessing! The coach, however, rolled on,
and would have rolled on just as it did, probably, if I
had been ten times as miserable (I know nothing
more provoking than the indifference ot such vehi
cles to one's feelings) and by and by, what with now
and then a very sweet smile from Mrs. I hompson
and a disastrous discomfiture of my sham sjiirt-bosom
by Master John, I think I may flatter myself that I
was tolerably resigned to circumstances.
Have I described Mrs. Thompson ? - She was not
delicate as Seadrift, nor as bluff as Moll Marlin
spike. Her cheeks were red, and her lips to match,
Vvu 6 had "two eyes with lids to them" according
to the inventory in the nW hut when the lids were
up the eyes were blue (and very soft, and gentle,
and dangerous eyes they were)and if it had not
been for a very thin, snirit an,l n Pm.
sion like a cocked nicti i x.Z2 i uf r
I a"uulu i"ugnt Bhe was made for a Niobe. Her
name was Julia (1 asHed her as it grew twiUght; the
second day) and that name always sounded tome,
r t tt t i li- 7ir,.
oy sure lmonna- : as u. a. Li. wouia say,cauuig iorucr cut uc juw- ,
, that I leads down : seUine) like a ffushmg tear ! 11 she was not senti-
hapel stands, we mental, there is no truth in symptoms. At any rate
I was tender to her unon suspicion. The chain oi
circumstantial evidence would have borne me out, I
think. - j
Travelling after twilight, I have always remarked,
makes one very affectionate. The forty miles be
tween Worcester and Boston on the mail route (they
used to Dass it before the "reform" between sunset
and midniD-ht i Rhmili he sacred to sentiment. Ji
there were "tongues in trees," or if the crooked
lences could tell straight stones, a pedestrian tour over
that part tf the highway would be highly interesting.
lean answer for its enect upon myseii-ana jvirs.
Thompson. '
We were aroused from a deep metaphysical dis
cussion of elective sympathies, by the rattling of the
wheels on the pavement ; and at the same moment
the city clocks struck twelve. The streets were all
deserted, and the lamp-posts and watchmen per
formed their duties m dismal silence. Captain
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Thompson, so said Mrs,
mm-m m- i II
a . was at the Marirough
Hotel ; and singularly forgetful as his lady had seemed
to be of his existence for tne previous six hours, she
grew very arhiably anxious about him as the coach
rattled on to Washington street. A crack of the
wmp, brought us to the door alter a turn or two, and
the half-dressed bar-keeper peered out with his flaring
candle, and ave us the gratuitous information that
he house was full.
" Is Captain Thompson here ?" said my companion
in an eager voice from the coach window.
The sleepy mixer oi liquors wet his thum and nn-
ger, and snuffed two huge coffins from the wick of the,
candle, then sheltering it with his hand, he walked to-j
wards the lady with his head protruded inquisitively
and looked Ifct her a minute in perfect silence.
"Is Captain Thompson here?" thundered 1, en-
forcing the question with a smart slap on the shoul
der, lor 1 thought he was notlully awake
" He sure !" said the bar keeper, tmt still he stood
holding the candle to the lady's face, not all disturbed
either-by the emphasis of my question or the pathos!
of Master John, who was crying lustily to get out
The driver by this time had got off the big trunk,;
and the little trunk, and the band-box and the bag,
and the two baskets, and stood beside the heap very
impatient ot the delay
" What the d rl do you mean i " said I, getting
into a passion. " It Captain Thompson is here, take
your candle away from the lady's face, and go up
ana ten mm nis wue ana enna nave arrivea.
"Wife and child!" echoed the fellow, backing
slowly into the house, with an incredulous grin crawl-.
ing slowly over nis dull tace 'wile ana ennar ,
And he coolly drew his slipshod leet over the tnres- ;
hold and bolted the door. The driver looked at me, '
and I looked at Mrs. Thompson.
You are sure'- 1 saw a tear m her eye, and
left the sentence unfinished. I could not doubt her.
The bar-keeper must be drank,' said the driver op
portunely ; and believing in my soul that the diver
was right, I thumped away once more at the door.
In a few minutes the master of the house answered
the summons from a chamber window.
Is Captain Thompson here ?' said I. ,
' Yes sir.1
Will you be kind enough to tell him his wife and
child are at the door V
'Wife and child!' said Boniface, repeating my
words very slowly: 'I have always understood that
Captain 1 hompson was a bachelor.'
Mrs. Thompson leaned back in the coach, and sob
bed, audibly.
' It's no consequence what you have always under
stood, Sir will you convey that message to Captain
1 hompson, or not P
He withdrew his head, and came down presently to
the door. I have no objection to showing you Captain
Thompson's room, Sir.' said he, 'and you may carry
your own message;-but I assure you he'll be very likely
to' pitch vou over the banisters for your intelligence.'
I took the caudle, and mounted after him three flights
of stairs. lie stopped at the landing, and i?ointing to a
.lnnrnt iho Ttruif .tc nm? I cautinn
However, ana rappes DOioiy on the pannel.
A grutf 'Come in," was the immediate answer; and
opening the door, 1 walked up to the bed, and touched
my hat as courteously as 1 knew how.
'Havelth honour of addressing Capt. Thompson?'
As I qsked the question, I raised the candle, and got
a fair look at the premises. On a bachelor's bed, nar
row and well tucked up, lay a m&n of the heaviest iYain,
whiskered to the eyes, and with a fist as it lay doubled
on the coverlid like the end of the club of Hercules- A
fiery lock of hair, redder than his face (I feel as if I was
using a hyperbole) straggled out from a black silk hand
kerchief twisted tightly round his bead, and his nose and
mouth and chin, masses of solid purple, might have been,
for delicacy of outline, hewn with a broad axe from a
mahogany log. He looked at me just about as long as I
have been writing, this descriptiou . before he answered
my question.
' What do you want?' he bolted at last, as if the words
were forced out of his mouth w-ith a catapult.
'I am sorry to' disturb you, Sir, but ; but (1
topk a backward position as I approached the crisis of
my sentence, and stood prepared to run) Mrs. Thompson
and iittle John are at the door and and- ''
A loud laugh from the landlord in the entry cut off
the sequel of my explanation, and completed my dismay.
I looked at the Captain's fist, and stole a glance over my
shoulder to see if the door was o pen, and then the thought
of Mrs. Thompson in tears shamed my courage back
again, and I recovered my first position. The Captain
raised himself slowly upon his elbow, and lowering his
shaggy eye brows till they met his, whiskers, fixed bis
eyes upon me, and prepared to speak. If he had level
led two pistols at me, I should have been less frightened.
'I'll tell you what, Mr. Milk-and-Water," said he in a
voice as deliberate and decided as the fall of a sledge
hammer, (I was a slender student in those days, and paler
than usual of course,) ' I'll tell you what, if you are not
out of this room in two minutes with your Mrs. Thomp
son and little John, I'll slam you through that window
if I don't me!'
The threat was definite: I doubted neither his inclina
tion nor his power to keep it. My heart was grieved for
Mrs. Thompson; but if 1 was thrown down to her from
a fourth-story window, I reflected that I should proba
bly be in no situation to express my sympathy. It was
philosophy to retreat. I bade the Captain good night in
my gentlest ton ; and as I tnrned away with some ala
crity, he grasped a glass of brandy and water that stood
on the lightstand, and muttering Mrs. Thompson and
little John' between his teeth, drank it at a gulp. As J
passed through the door, the tbmbler whizzed past my
head like a shot, and shivered to atoms on the entry wall.
1 found." Mrs. Thompson and little John" in a very
inovinj slate of unhappiness They were decidedly on
my hands that was clear. If it had been at any other
hour, I would have taken them home till the mystery
could be cleared up; but to arrive fiom college unex
pectedly at midnight with a woman and a child I
thought it highly improbable that my motives would be
appreciated:
I say, Sir,' said the driver, as I stood pondering the
case, 'hadn't you better take her to the stage-bouse and
leave the matter till mdrniog.'
It was sensible advice, and I got in and comforted
Mrs. Thompson as we drove to Hanover street.
The first person that appeared on the step of the ta
vern door was another Captain Thompson, a stout, hand
some fellow, who took " Mrs. Thompson and little John'
into his arms at one clasp, and kissed them as one
might be supposed to do after a three years voyage.
I heard in the course of a day or two, that a rouh
old sea Captain at the Marlborough, who had been there
uu anu on, lor ininy years, and naa always sworn himself
a bachelor, had been awakened at midnight by the ani
val of a wife and child whom he had deserted in some
foreign port, and bad gone to sea very suddenly. The
last part of the communication was a great relief to my
mind.
SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI.
The End of Military Glory. It is estimated
that more than a million of bushels of human
and inhuman bones were imported last vear
from the continent of Europe into the port of
null, ine neignnorhood ol JLeipsic, Auster
litz, Waterloo, and'of all the places where
during the late Diooayjvar, me F"""
rrtun-ht have been swent alike oi ine
uea wwc iv"& ' . . 1 i i t: -
hnnM of the hero and of the horse which he
rode Thus collected lrom .every quaner.
they have been shipped to the port of Hull, ana
thence forwarded to the Yorkshire bone-grin-ders,who
have erected steam engines and pow
erful machinery, for the purpose of reducing
them to a granulary state. In this j condition
they are sent chiefly to Doncastcr, one of the
largest agricultural markets in that part of the
country, and are there sold to the farmers to
manure their lands. The oily substance
evolving as the bone calcines, makes a more
substantial manure than almost any other sub
stance particularly human bones. It is now
ascertained, beyond a doubt,.:by actual experi
ment upon an extensive scale, that a dead sol-
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dier is a rnost valuable article oi cumuicx,
auu lur auui we Know iu . -jr
5 r e v.i.i,;m aw in a crreat mea-
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i - w s-a - v r n t aa w aa iii r. i . a .. -
Sure, liiucuicu iu uic uuuvs , , i
Wnd It is ceTtainiv a singular
fact, that Great Britain should have sent out
o cKnnld then
nnnn flm nntinpnt. of EuroDe. and should men
imnnrt their bones as an article oi coramertc
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to fatten their soil. Anglisn paper
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From the St. Andrews (2V. B.) Herald.
About twenty years ago, Mr. urunoige, miu
then resided at the mouth of the River fhilip,
iHUM.cwueu onu vears
N. S. lost a promising son, aged four years
The child had been playing by the, river, ana
it was naturally supposed, had fallen in. r u-
merous parties of the inhabitants were on 1111-
mediate pursuit three days were spent. in
searchine: the river for miles in extent.
It was then comectured that the cmia "au
been lost in the wood adjoining
in the WOOd adjoining, and altnOUgll
all hope of his being yet alive was in a man
ner gone, the cries of the agonized parent
snurred them on. Week after week passed
awav in fruitless endeavours no trace of the
lost one appeared, and he was given up forever
In January last, a party of Indians entered
the villao-e. and anions' them there was a
voilnff man who bore a striking resemblance to
he Bnmdip-e familv. A neighbour first noticed
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mis aim communicaieu hiss suspiciuns iu
xiiev nasieneu iu uie camp iuuuu. wic m y o-
terious strano-er a mark on his face could not
bp rriistfikpn it wa bp the lnntr lost child of
their affertions
TTp ?nbprit nil the savafrP. manner and restless
, a f. . . I'll . 1 1 ,
O
ui3u3itiuii ui uic iiuiunii ui ""1
soeaKS toierame Einensn, unu is iiuvv piaceu ui
school at the Bay Verte.
By the information he has given of himself,
it seems he was made a perfect slave to the
whims and caprice of his red tyrants. He
often attempted to escape,vbut was overtaken
bytheir dogs & almost devoured by them. He
lias ucch iiiaiiy iimc vucuct, uut was 11c-
ver permitted to land,
and it was here he first
recollects seeing a white man. Many white
children were captured by the Indiansfduring
his-stay with them; girls were considered the
greatest prize, ana were intended as wives
for the rising generation. He has been also
at the river Philip, but had no prior recollec
tion of that place.
I may safely vouch for the veracity of the
above, having conversed with several gentle
men of known integrity, who have seen the
vouner man since his return to the bosom of
hl9 -airlcr f friends and connexions.
PULL IT UP BY TIlE ROOTS.
"Father, here is a dock," said Thomas, as
he was at wbrk with his father in the garden,
M shall I cut it off close to the root?
" No," replied his father, " that will not do,
I have cut It up myself many times, but it
grows again stronger than, ever. Pull it up
by the root, for nothing else will kill it."
I nomas pulled and pulled again, at the dock,
but the root was very deep in the ground, and
he could not stir it from its place ; so he asked
his father to come and help him, and his father
went and soon pulled it up.
"This dock root; Thomas" said his father.
" wjiich is an evil and a fast growing weed in a
garden, puts me in mind of the evil things that
grow so fast in the hearts of children. A bad
passion even when found out is hard to be re
moved, it is of ho use to trifle with it ; there is
no other way to overcome and destroy, but to
pull it up by the root."
"You have often seen in our garden, Thomas,
that when the weeds are allowed to grow, they
spoil all the! plants and flowers that gr6w near
them. So it is with evil passions in the heart
of a child. If a little. Joy is ill-tempered, he
must not expect to find in him good humour,
cheerfulness, thankfulness, and a desire to make
others happy. And a little girl who is idle, we
need not expect to be industrious, neat oi care
ful. As weeds injure the flowers, so bad pas
sions will injure good qualities. If a child is
undutiful to his parents, and despises the com
mandments of God, we might as well look for
a rose or a tulip in abed of nettles, as hope to
find in his heart those graces and good desires
that we love tp see growing there. Now this
is quite a sufficient reason why all bad passions
should be pulled up by the root.
i Every bad habit, every evil passion which
troubles you, you should try with all your heart
nd mind to overcome ; you should, if possible,
tear it up. Butyou will find your own strength
but weakness, and you must apply to that Al
mighty friend, who alone is able to strengthen
you, and assist you. He can tajte from
your heart the love of sin ; and this is the only
sure way of destroying it, as we have the dock,
by pulling it up by the roots.- Youth's Friend.
The last number of the Journal of Law re
lates an anecdote of an eminent Judge, who,
while holding a court on a sultry July day, being
oppressed by the heat, directed a door which
opened directly on the bench, to be left open.
The door was repeatedly shut, and the order
as often repeated. At length the Judge3 pa
tience being exhausted, he committed an un
fortunate fellow for shutting the door. Be
fore afternoon the weather changed, a cold
easterly storm blew up, and the Judge was more
annoyed than before, for every man, woman
and child who camp in, carefully; left the door
wide open. Vexed beyond endurance, the
Judge finally committed a man for leaving the
door open. The two delinquents met in prison
and the same room contained two prisoners,
both confined for contempt of court; the one
for leaving, open, the other for! shutting the
door. &
A more elegant compliment wasperhapanevpr-.
even in the peculiar land of politeness, than that in
vn vert in tne reniv oi tne celebrated Merrier
mouesL auuiorui u. very uitxuug u ogeuy, wno berrm,j
he would tell him what faults he observed in the work
" How could I see any faults? ' My spectacles w
always too wet for me to discern them." v
The Last Touch. The bucks have this year beat
every thing" that was ever done before in the way
fashion. The tippee article t for trowsers" this wiet
just from London, is stout twilled and checked flannel V
precisely the article of which the men in New En!
land make winter frocks, and the women wash apron?
If the Yankees don't believe it, let them come anl see
for themselves. W. Y. Jour, Com,
A Major Long -Bow. A friend from abm-
calling on me one morning, I enquired if he had sePi,
any tning very particularly liueresung m nis travels
No. with the exception, perhaps, oV;
curious moae tney nave in oioena oi procunno- tV.A
i cuQ cjoKi td r.iii'r. u,
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i - -1 . , . " "uuier
proceeds to tne iorest armea wun a pitcner ot watpr
and some carrion-meat ?- he deposites the bait at the
soon as the animal, attracted by the scent, arrives
j .f es,
the man drops some water on his tail, and it instan
taneously becomes frozen to the ground On which
descending from his situation wTith incredible rapidity
his pursuer with a sharp knife cuts lum transverselv
on the face. The Sable, from the excess of pain
".V .y uigwiwiuubwi, ana
viui 111 7.; tt"' 01
course, leaving it a prey to the hunter ! !" Upon ex-
to jj. 1
r p skinninff the animals, my friend assured
that he neyer have 1 it had he not j
quently beheld it himself."
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" v,. ..u,,,.. ,aucQ
. ,3u:"'
, hPW1innrl navnnrr? RrVJin :'ii'rl bp m.;r
why he declined paying 1 Because, said he, my wife
reads me a lecture every evening gratuitously.
Rogers observed, on seeing two officers in pursuit
of a distressed author, that it was anew! edition of the
" Pursuits of Literature" unbound and hot-pressed.
Porson. The late professor having once exas
P! r" Tl: " tTt?' lM
J! x .a 1 ii j
f , , 51.. c: .u.i .'
1 ueg icuvc iu ten ) uu, oir, umi my upmioti 01 you is
very contemptible." Porson replied, ' I never knew
An ignorant plebian having entered the apartment
where the late H,mperor JNapoleon was shaving, in a
SinaU l0W? in ne 1 anLt0 e your great
I H.mTpmr itrhot n ro umi tn him I' 'I hn M mnoivLi.'i.n
I ,iJ I'Vi . AAU i J IfUW W Ulil. . J. XJtUllUl ir
j pjjg(j " j shave
him,"
Cardinal Richelieu one ay said to M. de JL,ort, a
celebrated physician, ' I arh grey-headed, yet my
beard is black. Youf head is black, yet your beard is
grey ; can you account for these appearances, doctor TV
" Easily," replied de Lort ; " they proceed from exer-
have laboured hard, and so have my jaws."
tise j liuni luuour oi uie pans, i our eminence s Drains
The following curious advertisement is copied from
a shop window :
Sold Here
Bibles and Bacon,
Godly Books, and Gimlets,
Testaments and Treacle.
It is stated in French papers that a still born infant
was carried to M. Portal, of Paris, fdr dissection, who
conceived the idea of inflating its lungs. The expe
riment was tried for a, few minutes, when the air re
turned warm, the blood began to circulate, and the
child was sent back alive to its parents. A surgeon5
at Lyons recently made' a similar experiment with
complete success.
Lord Chesterfield says, "New-Year's day is a time
when the kindest and warmest wishes are exchanged
without the least meaning, and the most lyino- dav 1
in the whole year." r
Every man has in his own life follies enough in
own mind troubles enough in the performance of
his duties deficiencies enough in his own fortunes 4
evils enough without minding other people's busi-,
ness. .
Lorenzo de Medicis being asked who are the greatest
fools in the world, replied, " Those, surely, who put
themselves in a passion with fools,"
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Pat had been sent by his master to purchase half a
bushel of oysters, but was absent so long, that appre
hensionsvvere entertained for his safety. He returned
at last, however, puffing under his load in the most
musical style. " Where the devil have you been !"
exclaimed his master. " Where have I been ? why
Where would I be but to fetch the oysters!" " And
what, in the name of St. Patrick kept you so long?"
" Long! by my sowl I think I've been pretty quick,
considering all things." " Considering what things V
"Considering what things? why, considering the
gutting of the fish, to be sure !" " Gutting what frsh
" What fish why, blur-an-owns, the oysters, to be
sure!" " What do you mean ?" " What do I mane ?
why, I mane, that as I was resting myself down fore
iienst the Pickled Herring, arid having a drop to com
fort me, a jontleman axed me what I'd got in the
sack? 'Oysters,' says 1. " Let's look at them," says t
he; and he opens the bag. Och ! thunderand pra
ties," says he, "who sowld you these "It was
Mick Carney " says I, "aboard the Powl Doodie
smack." "Mick Carney, thethiefo' the world!" says .
he; what a blackguard he must be to give them to
you, without gutting." And ar'nt thev mitted?"
auu cuine, as you'll see," opening at the same time,
nis bag of oyster sheila, which were as empty as the
head that bore them to the house. If we had not thi?
from an Irish paper, we should doubt its authenticity.
NOTICE.
AT May Term of Craven Court of Pleas and
Quarter Sessions, Letters of Administra-
EstatC f the late Pin JOSHUA
DLLANO, were granted to the subscriber.
Notice is hereby given to all persons indebted
to said Estate, to make immediate payment,
and those to whom the Estate is indebted, are
required to present their claims, duly authenti
cated, within the time prescribed by law, or
they will be barred of recovery.
JOHN L. DURAND, Adm'r.
Newbern, May 13, 1831.
NOTICE. f
AT May Term of Craven CouFt of Pleas
arid Quarter Sessions, Letters of Admi
nistration oh the Estate of Mrs. FRANCES
. T ' ima
rmtr 'm mrtia
WICKER, deceased; were granteifto the sub
l&criber. All persons indebted to snid Fctnte
says i ? Devi o' one o' them," says he. " Musha,
hen," says I, "what will I do?" "Do," says he,
I d sooner do it for you myself than have you afcu-
unuwj, tie UiKeS em in rtnnrsnnrf
are requested to make speedy payment; nd
those having claims against it, are required to
present them for payment, within' the time
prescribed by law, or this notice will be plead
in bar of their recovery.
w - WM. BAILEY, Adm1r.
Newbern, May 13, 1831. .
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