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i ; 1 t: WILLIAM D. COOKE, EDITOR & PROPRIETOR. l A FAMILY NEWSPAPERNEUTRAL IN POLITICS. TERMS, 3 . TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUS. Betotrir to all fijt n taste of Cije Stmtf), gttttatmt, true ation, aculture, Ites, tfje ittatftets, &c. VOL. Ill XO. 30. RALEIGH, NORTH CAROLINA, SATURDAY, JULY 1, 1854. WHOLE NO. 134. JXMS3XAX , r SELECT POETRY. . -; THE FUTURE HIDDEN FROM OUR SIGHT- It was good, it was kind in the wise One above Toifling destiny's veil o'er the face of our years, That we dread not t e blow that shall trike atpnr : love, - , And expect not the beams that shall dry up our ; tears. . H Did we know that the voices now gentle and bland Will forego the fond word and the whispering tone ; Did we knew that the eager and warm-pressing hand . "Will be joyfully forward in casting the stone. Did we know the affection engrossing our breast, Will end, as it oft does, in madness and pain ; That the passionate heart will but hazardMts rest, And be wrecked on the shore it is panting to gain; Oh, did we but know of the shadows so nigh, The world would indeed be a prison of gloom ; AH light would be quenched in youth's eloquent eye. And the prayer-lisping infant would ask for the torn. For ,f hope be a star that may lead us astray i And "deceiveth the heart," as the aged ones preach, ' Yet, 'twas mercy that gave it to beacon our way i - Though its hale illuuaeV where we never can reach. f Though friendship but flit like a meteor gleam, ' Though it burst like a moon-lighted bubble of dew, Though it passed away like a leaf on the stream, Yet, tia bliss while we fancy the vision is true. Oh, tia well that the future is hid from our sight, , That we walk in the sunshine, nor dream of the cloud, ": That we cherish a flower, and think not of blight, That we dance on the loom that may weave us a shroud. 'SELECTED STORY. A HAPPY DILEMMA. "What a dismal night!" said poor M. Armand, as he looked hopelessly round in search of a fiacre. There was not one to be seen ; he must thereore walk to the nearest stand, and that was at no inconsiderable distance. He had just left a brilMant soiree in the Faubourg du Roule he had passed the preceeding evening at the Ball de TOpera on both occasions he had danced for many hours, and consequently he found him self overwhelmed with fatigue. The night was damp and foggy, and the wind blew keenly -in his face. The young man sighed, and resigned himself to fate. lie proceeded through the faubourg du Rule, and down the Rue du Fou bourg St. Honore ; every stand was deserted, arid the few vehicles, that he chanced to en counter upon the road were already occupied. At last, as if to crown his misery, some premon itorj'nakes of snow began to fall. "Tfcan go no further !" exclaimed M. Armand, .as staggering from fatigue, and half dead with cold, he leaned against a doorway. But stay ! On casting a last despairing look in advarice, he thought that he perceived a file of carriages before the door of a large mansion down one of the streets opening upon the Mad elaine. But his troubles were not to be so speedily ended. Among the twenty-five or thirty equip ages which he found stationed together, there was not a single hackney vehicle. All were private, and all were, of course, inaccessible. Any other man would have been daunted by this new disappointment; to M. Armand it sug gested -a bold and feliokous stroke of policy. At the head of the line there sat a coachman upon the box of a neat little Clarence. The man was almost hidden in the folds of an immense rail way wrapper, and seemed to be fast asleop. The 1 rest of the livery servants were assembled round a blazing fire in the vestibule of the hotel. M. Armand approached stealthily towards the carriage, opened the door softly, glanced once more around, to see that no one observed him, and glided in. It wos a delightfully comfortable little vehi. del cushioned, soft, yielding, and perfumed . withal by that soft scent of flowers and otto of ' rose's which seems to linger in the wake' of la- dies and their bouquetv . He had only intended to rest for a few mo ments till a fiacre should pass by or the snow cease from falling. Soon, however, overcome by weariness and the "luxury of his asylum, he fell into a profound and dreamless sleep. The ball shortly after this, broke up. The servants returned to their seats the file of carriages was gradually put in motion the visitors were de parting. Still M. Armand slept on. A lady appeared at the door of the hotel, sur rounded by a crowd of attentive escorts. She wore a rich velvet cloak trimmed with sables, and yet shuddered at the cold, damp night-air ; appearing, moreover, somewhat wearied of the pressing attentions of her numerous admirers. The carriage drew up ; the footman opened the door, let down the steps, and stood aside for his mistress to pass in. Still M. Armand slept on. It so happened that where he sat was in the . deepest shadow, and no one observed the in truder. The lady ran lightly forward, and sprang in an exclamation escaped her lips. " "What is the matter, Madam ?" cried one of the gentlemen, advancing immediately to the . door. The lady disengaged the mantle from her shoulders, and threw it over the sleeper in such a manner that he was completely hidden be neath the satin folds. " Nothing, thank you," she replied ; " I only stepped upon this cloak, and feared for the mo ment that I should fall. Good night ! " She extended her fair hand, closed the door hastily, and the carriage rolled away. - But M. Armand was asleep no longer. He had half awoke when the door was opened, and had seen, as if in a dream, the lighted hall, the lady, and the gentlemen who accompanied her. The danger of his position suddenly roused him. Were they all coming in ? Then the cloak fell upon his head lie blessed the protecting ssat in the door closed, and h& found himself alone with the lady. What was he to do ? He" dreaded to reveal his presence, for at the first word he uttered she might scream faint go into hysterics ! Poor M. Armand ! he had ner er been so embarrassed in his life. While he was thus debating and trembling, the carriage went on. All at once the la drew the mantle aside, and said " How imprudent of you to hide yourself in my carriage !"'...- When he felt the cloak withdrawn, the young man wished that he could sink through the bot-" torn of the vehicle ; but wheiu he heard these words, he was perfectly bewildered. The lady went on : " Had you no care of my reputation ? no fear of compromising me ? Happily I succeeded in throwing my cloak over ' you, otherwise But no, I will not be angry with you, Rodolph ; you have acted nobly, and I thank you ! " M. Armand had begun to think that he was mistaken for another, and these last words con firmed it. Fortunately for him, the withdrawal of the cloak did not violate his incognito. The collar of his paletot ,was up ; he wore his hat, and a large silken handkerchief covered his mouth. Besides, the night was very dark ; the carriage-lamps shed no light within ; and he was shrinking back into the farthest corner. Thus protected, he could at least continue to pass for Rodolph till he was obliged to speak, and then his voice must betrav him. " Well ! have you nothing to say to me ? " said the young lady, tenderly. M. Armand thought the fatal moment was' come. " Ah, I understand," continued his compan ion, in atone of gentle reproach; "you are ashamed of your conduGt of the cruel scene vou inflicted yesterday upon me ! Well, I par don you. You would not let the night pass over without a reconciliation. You have come to seek me as I left the very ball which you wished to prevent my attending ; how could I fail to be indulgent to a fault so speedily aton ed ? I fear, Rodolph, that I should not have been the first to seek a reconciliation I was too deeply wounded. But I was wrong, and I am readv to confess how much your course ex ceeds mine in generosity." Tne young man, who was thus usurping a confidence intended for another, began to feel that he must at all hazards put an end to thl? lady's error. But his courage deserted him, when the smallest and sofest of hands was laid upon his own, and in a caressing voice she con tiued : " I was wrong to doubt you ; but I have been cruelly deceived. Ah, if you but knew all that your enemies have said to me ! They have rep resented yon in the darkest colors restless, obstinate, jealous, violent in short, I forget half. But now I know that it is all untrue, for vou have come to seek me." And the soft hand gently pressed that of the false Rodolph. The young man was troubled, curious, and pleased. She must be pretty ; she had a charm ing voice, and seemed good, affectionate, and tender ! So M. Armand still kept silent. The -young lady, who fortunately seemed to be fond of talking, and had a great many things to say, paused for a moment, and then resumed. " I abjure my error," she said, " and you have made me quite happy. Do you pardon me as I pardoned you ? " M. Armand pressed her hand by way of re ply. Anything was better than to trust his voice with the answer. " You know I was obliged to go to the ball to please my rich uncle, whose heiress I am. It will never do to vex one's rich uncles, will it Rodolph!" Again a pressure of the hand, a little closer, more tender, in fact, quite a crescendo pres sure. Well, well, it is all over, then ! And will you promise me never, never to be jealous again ? And to be jealous of such a creature as that Monsieur Chapuis!" Monsieur Chapuis happened to be one of M, Armand's most intimate friends. He could not help smiling. We all, according to La Roche foucault, take a degree of pleasure in the mis fortune of our friends. " Such an absurd man ! The most absurd man anywhere. He knows nothing he can say nothing every one laughs at him ; but he has not even the sense to see that." "Chapuis!" thought M. Armand; "I wonder if she wall speak of me next !" But M. Armand was particularly careful not to think aloud. "But let us not talk of anything so tiresome. Let us talk about you. I do not think, after all, that you would make such a bad husband and and, at all events, I think I may as well run the risk, and take you !" An immense squeeze from M. Armand ex pressed the proper degree of rapture. " Come to-morrow, then, Rodolph, and we will talk over the necessary arrangements for the marriage." Here a pressure of the hand was not sufficient, and M. Armand added to it a sigh of passionate satisfaction. "What do you think of it? But you say no thing. It is true, you seldom speak much ; but I only ask you for a single word will you al- ways lege; ward & "ThisJtime. is ithout suddenly drew fviust as his head came lence, " Well, yes," she you ; and let our embrace nation. was performed to M. Ar- Seamtion. ned the lady, " we ?ach'ed the Faubourg St. Germain How will you escape from the carriage without being seen by my servants !" M. Armaud made a gesture of despair. " What is to be done? I would not have them know this for the world ! Ah ! an idea has occurred to me. Do you know w hat o'clock it is ?" M. Armand took out his watch and touched the spring of the repeating movement. " Excellent ! it is only half-past two, and the Countess de Blois will keep up her soiree till at least three. My sister is tere; I will ask to speak with her, and then you cai tescape. Here is the Rue de Bac, and the door of the hotel is yet surrounded with equipages." The lady stopped the carnage, the footman descended and approached the door. " Ask if my sister is still at this ball.' The. servant entered the hall, and the lady turned towards her supposed lover : " Xow fly ! adieu till to-morrow !" M. Armand sprang swiftly from the vehicle witliout having been observed by the driver, who was occupied with the care of his horses, and disappearud'aniid the carriages. The next day she waited long and anxiously for the arrival of M. Rodolph. Hours passed on, and he never made his appearance. A let ter came. It ran thus : " Madame la Comtesse, I need scarcely inform you that onir engagement must henceforth be ended. Doubt less it was to accomplish this purpose that you persisted in going last evening to that ball, despite my threats and my entreaties. It is no longer possible that we should remain friends still less lovers. Perhaps we neither of us have much to regret in the relinquishing of an union for which our dispositions are evidently unsuited, and which could only have proved a source of unhappiness and regret. " Deign, Madame, to receive the assurances of my con sideration and esteem. Rodolph de Mataxl." The lady was overwhelmed with amazement. The paper dropped from her hands, and the tears gushed from her eyes. " Is he mad '?" she exclaimed ; "after our con versation last night in the carriage, to treat me thus!" She forgot that in that conversation she had been the only speaker. She could not refrain from weeping. He had been so kind, so amiable, so affectionate last night, and now At this moment a servant entered the room with a visiting card upon a salver. Madame la Comtesse bent over a flower-stand and hid her tears among the geraniums. She took the card without looking at it. " Shall I show the gentleman up, Madam ? She nodded ; there were footsteps already on the stairs she dried her eyes, resumed her seat, and opened a book hastily A gentleman entered the room hat in hand. He was good looking, well dressed, and, per fectly unknown to her. " I hope," he said with a quiet smile, " that Madame la Comtesse de Chalon will pardon the intrusion of one who, although a stranger, has yet spent some short time most agreeably in her society, " You speak in parables, Monsieur," and here the Countess glanced for the first time at the card, " Monsieur Armand." " Yet, I beg to assure you, Madame, that we have met and not very long since." Of course, it was impossible to doubt the word of so gentlemanly a person she thought herself exceedingly forgetful not to remember him ; particularly as he possessed such fine, and really such expressive'eyes. She motioned hinl to a seat, resumed her own chair, and smiling graciously, " We have met, perhaps, at some ball t " she said; " but I am ashamed to confess that I can not in the least recall your features." i " Certainly, Madam, a ball was the occasion of our meeting" " What very beautiful eyes !" thought the voung lady, casting down her own with some little embarrassment. Madame la Comtesse was an admirer of beautiful eyes. " And pray in whose saloons had I the plea sure of dancing with Monsieur Armand ! " she quired. " T reoTfit t sav that I have never yet had the honor of dancing with Madame la Comtesse," replied the gentleman, with an air of profound deference, and yet with an amused expression hovering round his lips, which greatly puzzled her. " Was it at the reunion given by Madame St Croix? or atthe soirees of Madame du Nanter- I jh. An xiw s trawn sback. mand U- "Ah. fMii have alreaasfr re ? or at the balls given bv Madame la Mar quise de St Hilaire ? or Madame la Comtesse Duplessis ? " 4 f M. Armand. sljpok his head. " It was at none of these, Madame, although I have the entree at most of the houses you have mentioned. A ball given by Madam Delaunay first afforded me the delight of your acquaint ance." ' , " Ah ! I comprehend. It must have been a year ago, then Monsieur ; for Madame Delaunay has received but. once this season. Last night was the first of her soirees, and certainly it was not last night that I had the honor of being in troduced to vou." " Pardon, Madam : but we met last night for the first time." The lady looked completely amazed. "I am indeed overwhelmed with confusion not to remember " she began. But M. Ar mand interrupted her. "Before I proceed farther Madame, I must entreat your forgiveness for all that I am about to say. We did indeed meet last night I should rather say this morning and under most peculiar circumstances. Have I your permis sion to proceed, and your pardon for an indis cretion which was as tempting and delightful as I confess it was imprudent and rash." The lady bowed her head ; but she had turn ed very pale, and her heart began to throb like a caged bird. He told her all. He told her of his shame, his terror, his anxiety to speak, and yet his dread of a betrayal. He excused himself gracefully he urged his fear of alarming her he was frank, respectful, delicate. After he had concluded there was for some moments a painful silence. The lady, who had been pale and red by turns, sat nervously pluck ing a rose to pieces, leaf by leaf, with her eyes fixed upon the ground. The gentleman sat op posite to her, silent, and pausing for a reply. She felt his glance upon her, and she knew not what to say. At last, in a voice somewhat trem ulous and low, she spoke. " And pray, Monsieur Armand, how did you discover my name and address ?" " I found what I had before sought in vain. Madame, a fiacre. I told the driver to follow your carnage. 1 watched you enter your own door. I sent rav servant this morninor to ascer- tain your name at an adjoining boutique ; and now I am here to entreat your pardon and the permission to continue an acquaintance so pecu- i'arly, and, for me, auspiciously begun." Who could refuse a request so charmingly so icited ? Not Madame la Comtesse, decidedly, who was such an admirer of fine eyes. As for M. Rodolph, he repented of his letter, and sought a reconciliation with the beautiful widow He found a gentleman in her drawing room occupied in her service in a most interest- g and confidential manner. In fact, he was holding a skein of silk upon his extended bnds, and the lady's dainty fingers were rapidly twin ing it around an ivory reel. "Ah, M. de M avail," said Madame la Coun- tesse, with an amiable, smile, as she rose and in dicated a chair for the visitor. " I am delight ed to receive you. " Auguste," turning towards the gentleman, who yet held the silken threads, "this is one of my old friends. Permit me to introduce my friend, M. de Mayall M. Armand." " I hope," said M. Armand, "with the most winning politeness, " that M. de Mayall will hon or our wedding with his presence. I am charm ed to have the honor of making' his acquaint ance." Type Setting Machine. The type setting machine in the office of the Foedrelatidet, at Co penhagen, is described as follows. If its success is sure, it will be the first invention of the kind that has ever been of any value, and this is not a great labor saving machine after all, as it only does the work of two men. The economy of the affair is not quite apparent : Instead of the usual cases and composing sticks, and the compositor standing at his work, we see a per son sitting before a machine with keys like a piano, which he plays on incessantly, and every touch on the tangent is followed by a click ; the letter is already in its place in the long mahog any channel prepared for it. The whole is ex cessivelv ingenious : in fact it is fairy work. The most wonderful part is that it distributes the al ready used type at the same time that it sets the new page, and with an exactness perfectly sure ; no mistake can ever occur. The compositor by this machine does four times as much work as another workman, but as he requires an assistant to line and page the set type, this brings it to twice the amount of type set. The whole is so clean and pleasant that it will probably soon be a favorable employment for women. The ma chine occupies a very small space, not more than a large chair, and is beatifully made of hard woods, brass and steel. Its success is now beyond all doubt. The proprietors of the Fcedre landet are so gratified by the one they have that they have ordered another. The price is 2,400 Danish dollars. It will last apparently for a century or two without repair. Mr. Soren soh, the inventor, himself a compositor all his life, kindly shows the machine to any visiter. Of course a compositor cannot set with this ma chine at once ; it will take him a short time, a few, days, to become familiar with the details, but he is then a gentleman compared to his old comrades. Pleasure can be supported by illusion, but happiness rests on truth. MISCELLANEOUS From the Hillsboro' Recorder. N. C. RAILROADTHE SABBATH. Messrs. D. Heartt & Sox : I was pleased to see in your issue of May 17th a short communi cation from " An Old Subscriber " on the ob servance of the Sabbath by the N. C. R. R. Co., and still more pleased with the editorial obser vations elicited by that communication. To me it has always seemed strange that in a country like ours blessed beyond all others either in ancient or modern times settled by religious pilgrims who acknowledged God as their only King men who were prepared to sacrifice every thing for civil and religious liberty men of whom Europe was not worthy men who dared interpret for themselves God's holy word, and acknowledged him in all their ways, realizing his right to rule all his creatures, and impress ing their own sense of christian obligation on their children ; I say it has always seemed strange to me that in such a country as ours, the sons of such sires should ever have made a question of the propriety, duty, or profitableness of" observing the sabbath day to keep it holy.'' Why Christianity lies at the very foundation of our government, as the basis of our free consti tutions, the corner stone of our whole judicial system ; but Christianity divested of-the sabbath is no longer Christianity. And oan christian men, either individually or in joint stock com panies, entertain the question of the practical abolition of the principles underlying the chris tian system itself, as well as the happiest system of government ever enjoyed by man ? Christian men surely cannot thus act wittingly. And are not our Directors and Stockholders christian men ? I do not ask whether thev are all. or a majority of them, communing members of our churches, but merely whether they acknowledge the truth of the Bible and its divine orifrin. While many of them are doubtless church mem bers, and in scripture language " disciples in deed," it is fair to presume that few or none re pudiate the oracles of God. Then why should "An Old Subscriber" be moved to "submit the question in advance to the Directors," or your selves to indite such a commentary on his com munication, or I be pleased to see both in your issue of last month ? Simply, Messrs. Editors, because we would " stir up their pure minds by way of remembrance." Good patriots and good christians sometimes overlook, sometimes forget. It is but acting a brotherly part to remind them on important occasions of their duties and re sponsibilities, and in times of excitement and enthusiasm, such as one may soon anticipate, to awaken the monitor which may perchance be sleeping in their bosoms, or whose modest tones may be drowned by the shouts of joyous acclimation. Their attention thus drawn to the subject we may expect the staid sons of the " good old North State " to acquit themselves worthily of their mother and themselves. " A Word to the AVise." , From the Christian Observer. RAIL-ROADS THE SABBATH. A member of the General Synod of the Re formed Presbyterians, lately in session in this city, informed me that there are eight Rail-road companies whose cars come into Indianapolis and leave it, only on the six working days. And the statement has been since confirmed, that no cars are moved, in Indiana, on the Lord's days, either for the transportation of pas sengers or the United States Mail. The Ohio and Pennsylvania Rail-road Company, run their cars prosperously only on the six working days. Two gentlemen from London, Canada West, lately informed me that all the Railroads in the two Canadas, are free from Sabbath travel British law requires such public respect for the Sabbath. i When the great Empire State and the Key stone State are surrounded on every side iy Sabbath observing Railroad Companies in States and Provinces, will they not also yield to the influence of good example, and to the authority of Staje laws and the la'tfs of God? B. Spcxky Ladies. On the River Road; a few davs since, savs the Umcinnati tLnquirer, a couple of ladies were enjoying a healthful and invigorating ride upon a couple of beautiful and spirited bay horses. As they were cantering leisurely along, about a mile below Sedamville, a couple of dandy jacks, who evidently were bet ter posted in the tie of a cravat than in the man agement of a horse, came rattling along in a buggy behind them like insane curs. The la dies attempted to make way for them, but in' vain, for before they could move upon one side, a shaft of the buggy struck one of their horses, who immediately started with so sudden a bound, that he threw his fair rider, fortunately, however, without injuring her. Instead of immediately rendering such assis tance as was in their power, the precious pair eat in their vehicle grinning, with extended mouths, like tickled asses. The other lady, however, reassured upon seeing her companion arise evidently unharmed, rode to the side of the buggy, and exclaimed, " You unmannerly piip pies, take that, and that, and that," accompany ing each " that " with an appropriate cut of her riding whip. The pair looked astonished for half a minute, then suddenly lashing their steed, put him to the top of his speed, overjoyed to have escaped further flagellation from the en raged Diana. The runaway horse was captured at Sedamville, through which place the crest-fal len gentlemen whose names, from charity, we forbear mentioning, shortly after passed on their way to the city. SEWING MACHINES SEAMSTRESSES. " Oh ! dear," said a poor girl, as she held np a salt-bag to my view, " this was sewed by a ma chine. It is too bad. Poor girls will soon have nothing to do. I know sights and sights of girls who used to make their living by sewing these bags and other coarse things, and now they are all out of work. It is too bad." For a moment, my sympathies were all with Uie poor g?rls, and I thought it was " too bad," and fell to wondering what would become of them. But very soon there came a terrible necessity that I should have a dress made, and without a doubt of being able to obtain a dressmaker at every corner in a great city, where the universal cry is that laborers are many and labor scarce, I said nothing about it till I was all ready to be "fitted." Then, on applying to a friend, I was told that it was impossible to obtain a good one, without engaging her weeks beforehand. Be ing a green Yankee girl, quite unused to city ways and. wants, I was truly astonished. But thinking my friend might mean by a good dress maker, a fashioTdable one, which was not at all necessary to me, I applied to another. But here I met the same reply ; aud one lady asserted that she engaged hers six' months beforehand as the onlyf way to secure her. I marvelled and marvelled, and still doubted. But all inquiry resulted in the same way. A good dressmaker was not to be obtained for love or money. " Well," thought I, " that is a strange state of things. What does it mean ? Where are all these hundreds and thousands of poor sewing girls, who are in danger of starving !" Why, the answer is "There are plenty who-can sew bags and coarse shirts, and even plenty of indifferent dress makers the trouble is to get a good one; and there are many ladies, ladies of the " first fami lies," who make all their own dresses, because, they can find no one to make them nice enough. They would willingly ' pay the price any one would ask who understood her profession." After waiting two months, and inquiring al most every day, I found what my friend called a good dressmaker, and I could well understand why so many seemed indifferent compared with her. She was capable, in the first place, of tell- ing a lady what color would become her, what sort of boddice her figure required, and what trimmings matched, and how they were to be put on. She took the silk, or whatever material was furnished, and cut it economically and ex peditiously, speaking to nobody, and wishing nobody to speak to her, and accomplished more iu a day than any person I ever saw use a needle- She asked a dollar and a half a day be sides her board, and nobody thought it too much who saw her work. Now there are few men in any profession, lawyers, doctors, or ministers, compared to the whole, who are first-rate. So we should not ex pect any more of women ; but there should cer tainly be more good dressmakers. I do not think the time "will ever come when dresses will be cut and fitted by machines, and they grow altogeth er more and more elaborate in their forms and finishings. Let those who have been sewing V bags, and all manner of shop-work for a few pennies a day, set themselves earnestly to work to leain a better trade. Dressmaking should be considered one of the fine arts. Those who practice it should have a knowledge of anatomy and physiology, and their bumps of form and figure and color should be fully developed. As in every other profession, knowledge of every kind may be made subservi ent. Labor.can only be dignified by knowledge, and knowledge will certainly dignify every kind of labor. The more mind and energy and good sense enlisted in any occupation, the sooner it will be ennobled. Those who are sewing bags and coarse shirts, for almost nothing, will go on sewing bags for nothing unless driven into another path. There will be much suffering before they will have learned to eam their bread in another way ; but there is enough to do in a higher sphere, and those who are grovelling in poverty are ca pable of a higher kind of existence. They can learn, too, witliout spending six or three months at a fashionable dressmaker's. Three months at a good school would be better but a much shorter time spent in observing how things are done, and going resolutely to work to do them, would be sufficient. Practice would soon make them perfect. Minnie Myrtle. N. Y'. limes. The Late Death by Chloroform. In refer ence to the death of Mrs. Harriet N. Richardson, of North Adams, Mass., by chloroform, Dr. C E. Streeter, who operated in the ease, makes the following statement : " The amount of chloro form inhaled was about two-thirds the usual quantity, and the time of inhaling it was much less than usual, the breathing easy and the pulse regular, with no unpleasant sensations except the prickling of the hands, which is no uncommon thing. As soon as insensibility was produced I commenced the operation. I extracted four teeth, and was about to remove the fifth when suddenly the breathing ,ceased, the pulse could not be felt, the face became deadly pale, the eyes vacant, the hps livid. Instant dissolution ap peared inevitable. The face was wet, fresh air admitted by raising the windows ; artificial res piration was immediately commenced, when she gave two or three short respirations ; then to all appearances: life was extinct, without a struggle or motion of any part of the body, and all with in two or three minutes from the first symptom of alarm. Still artificial respiration was contin- ued. The physicians were called in, but all to no effect. Dr. Babbitt, the first one in, had no hesitation iu pronouncing her dead at first sight, and no power on earth could raise" her in about five minutes after the alarming symptoms came. Still, for the gratification of the friends and the people present, a battery and other meani were resorted to, but without any possible hdpes of raising her.. Signs of death were too apbarent to be mistaken." I WHAT CAN" BE DONE BY STEOjNG j, HINTING. Mrs. Ilogan and her husband were neither of then6ver fond of work. Thev were rerfectlv willing.txj li ve upon the generosity of their Neigh bors, which they were by no means backward in solicitinr. One day Mrs. Ilogan dropped into Mrs. Faril ham's her next door neighbor, just as the family were sitting down to supper. Of course she was invited to sit down. Your tea's very good," said she ; " Mr. Hogan was here. He's very fond I wish bf tea, but we're very poor and can't afford to get it it s so expensive. J This hint was considered rather a strong One, so Mrs. Farnhain handed Mrs. Hogan, just as she as going, a pound parcel. " Thank you," said Mrs. Hogan, " Fm lad to get the tea, but 'taint of much use without' milk." A quart of milk was consigned to her. charge. " Well," said she, " now if we had sdme su gar, we should be provided." ; . I Mrs. Farnham procured a pound and ! igave it to her. " Now," said Mrs. Hogan, " we shall itahd a chance to have a good cup of tea. There's no- thinsr felishes with tea like armle-meJ as Mr. -r -- r--i Hogan often says." This hint was strong enough to draw put the article desired. I " After all," said Mrs. Hogan, as she took the pie into her hands, " pie 'aint pie unless ja body las cheese to eat with it. If there's aiivthinjr love, it's-cheese." ' It was impossible to resist such an appeaT as this. An ample slice haviner been placed in her possession, she paused for a moment as 1 if con sidering whether there was not something else she might call for. Failing to think jof any thing, shewas about to move off, when a thought struck heri I "These things are rather heavy, and I ain't so strong as I used to be. I don't know as I shall be able to get home." ' Mrs. Farnham volunteered to send her son, John, to carry a part of the articles, ain offer which Mrs. Hogan accepted without tie least hesitation. When John had landed his load, Mrs. Hogan hinted that she had gojt some wood she should like to have split, but John didn't believe in hints, and left without taking it. Yankee Blade. Feom the Scientific American. "YOUR PAPER DID NOT COME, SIR." We recommend a carefuf perusal of j the fol lowing plain statement, both to post-masters and to subscribers, it is from a paper callejd "The Advance," published at Hernando, Miss. : "The uncertain arrival, or uncertain delivery of papers at country post offices, is often the ground of complaint against publishers and editors. Many of the offices are poorly supplied with conveniences for taking care of papers, no matter with what certainty they arrive The papers are jumbled into a few little pigeon holes, or piled upon a desk, box or barrel, to akait the call of subscribere in the midst of boojts, hats, bridles, horse collars, and other coarsa wares, which may be called for during the day by cus tomers. Country Postmasters, in most cases, being engaged in some mercantile business, ma ny newspapers find their way into some (obscure corner, where they are hid for a time from hu man eyes, as completely as if buried in a mount ain cave. In comes the man for his paper, and as it can't be found, of course it didn't come. The indignant subscriber consequently! abuses the rascally editor, and perhaps calls for jpen, ink and paper, to write a letter of complaint about not sending his paper punctually, whein, if the said paper were endowed with speech, lit would' cry out 'here I am, squeezed tc deathj behind this, box, or under this barrel.' We have seen just such things at many country post offices elsewhere as in this country. These remarks hae no reference to any particular office, but meant for all where they will apply." J . i Wouldn't Bite. A witty clergyman had been lecturing one evening in a country village, on the subject of temperance, and as ijsual, af ter the lecture, the pledge Was passed aiiound for signatures. " Pass it along that way," said the lecturer, pointing towards a gang of bloted and red nosed loafers near the door. "Pass it along perhaps some of these gentlemen would join our cause." " We don't bite at a bare hooV'jgruffly mut tered one of the rummies. " Well," replied the ready clergymam, "I be lieve there is a kind of fish called sucker, that do not bite." Ve are all creatures of one Creator -who has placed us upon this globe, and surrounded us with the meansHo sustain life and preserve health; or restore it when lost ; and given us minda. to investigate and ascertain the properties sand effects upon our organization, of the various substances and elements within our , reach sad under our control. , 1 ti C1 i . P V' U I' 'I 2 r. ? tc. r. V,-: ft. 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