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'''' ' " ' ' FNN 3fS Bgas. fe SjT WEEKLY : &8& ASilBKk VOL. 1. GKEENSBOROUGH, FRIDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 21, 1836. NO. 21. RAIL-ROAD SONG. How gallantly wc ride O'er thfe Smooth and c on rail, Flying on war J as tliough tied To a fire-breathed Jragon's tail '. And he springs along the way Like a l'rcc and eager stood, And, though laboring all the day Neither food or rest dot'.i need "Kss, k," "drink" his only cry "Give mo water I am dry." O'er the viaduct we fly, And it trembles as we go, And the travellers wc espy Toiling .slowly down below; Then through trverhtnging rocks With an. arrow's tpeed we dah, And we fright the gazing llucks With the echo and the crash, " Ksa kss," along we fly. Like the eagle through the eky. SUBSTITUTE.. FOR WATER. In the West Indies, and oilier hot coun tries of South America, where, rain some time dots not fall for a great length of time; a kind of plant called the Wifd-pine grows apon the b ranches of the trees, and also on the bank of the trunk. It has hol low or bag-like leaver, so formed as to make little reservoirs of water the rain falling inkTthcm through channels which close at the top when full and prevent evaporating. The seed of this useful plant has small floating threads, by wh'ch, when carried through the air, it catclu-s any tree in the way, and fulls on it and grows. Wherever it takes root though on the under side of a bough, it grows straight upwards, otherwise - the leaves would not buld water. It.liolds in one leaf from a pint to a quart ; and although it must be ofgreat use to the trees it grows on, to birds and other animals its use is e- Tefrfwatef!t----'-Wbcn wo find these pines.", says Dajnpicr, the famous navigator "wc stick our knives into the leaves just above the root, and the water gushing out, wc j tatch it in our hats, as 1 myself have fre quently done to my-great n lief." Another tree, called the Water-wit h in Jamaica has similar usrs: it is like a vino in size and shape, and though growing in riarched districts, is yet so full of clear sap or water,' that, by cutting a peace two or lhreeyards Jong, and merely holding it to In the E.'st t'.icrc is a plant " somewhat of the same kind, called the Bcjuco, which grows near other trees and twines around them, with its end b ulging downward, but so full of juke, that on cutting it,' a good stream of water spouts from it; and this is only by the stalk touching the tree so close ly must refresh it, but affords a supply to nntmals, and to the vtary herdsman on the mountains.'' Another plant, the iViryxvi thes Distillatorid, is found in the same re gions, ' with a yet inure singular construe tiire. It has" natural mugs or tankards hanging from its leaves, and holding each from a pint to a quart of very pure water. Two singular provisions arc to be marked in this Vegetable. There grows over the mouth of the tankard, a leaf nrarly in sire and shape, like a lid or cover, which pre vents evaporation from the sun's rays: and .....thuJviULcr, is perfectly sweet and clear, al though the ground in which the plant prows is a marsh of the most muddy and t...lie'.!linil.' " Tli'C process f vege tatiori filtrates or distils the liquid, so as to prodtee, from the. worst, the purest water. The Palo dt Vica, or cow-tree, grows in Jouth America, upon the most dry and rooky soil and in a climate where for months hot a drop of rain falls. On pier cing;the tronk,'4iowevcr, sweet and nour ishing milk is obtained, which the. natives gladly receive in bowls. If some plants i thus furnish drink, where it might least be expected, others prepare, as it were,, in the desert, the food of man in abundance. A single Tapioca tree is said to afford, from its pith, the whole sustenance of several men for a season. From the Saturday Courier. TRIPLETS, &c. BY A CORRESPONDENT. No. 2. Boston, 130. What a wonderful labyrinth is Boston ! There is nothing straight about it not a right angle, I do believe ; though as Phil (heVa Philadclphian, by the tray,) observes, u Jc "riirht laneled enough, and quitc-triA- out a parallel !" Poor Phil : he has no "no tion" of mouse traps, or perpetual motons wheel within wheel but comes reeling Immo ten times a day, " dizzy as a lly witli in adrum," to unwind his yarn, (street yarn) main an observation," and proceed upon "his "winding way" again.. , By the by, it -would be a curious subject to enquire into the effects of crooked ways upon character: we all know how much the straightforward ness arid right-angularity of a certain city, that shall he nameless, has to do with the " march of mind" of its upright sons stiri", cold and perpendicular ! and why may not the high-ways, by-ways ups and downs, turns and r-turns, one good turn de serves another, the broad-ways and narrow ways of certain other nameless city way shuos, with the twisticelucss of their wise fathers? "Train -up a child in the tcay he should go, and when, he is old he will "go it," gay a Solomon I say nothing." Nev ertheless, this much I must say for the Literary Kuioriuin, " like if" and if they will only fence out their poisonous east winds, ami deed me a six feet by two lot at Mount Auburn, I'll make myself a Bos ton boy again forlh-with. To. return. The architectural taste of the Bostonians is exquisite; and a morning walk in any of their streets is a perpetual surprise of pictu resqueness every turn forcing some new beauty uoii the eye, or new-lighting the old ; till they seem no longer familiar. The soft gray seinite, always cool, and harmo nious 10 the sense ; the ever gay shops, and their glittering crowd of gazers; the far reaching bridges, threading the busy bay, and the "silver shield of the sea" shilling in the horizon, and blending, oh, so softly with th : sky above. Reader, I wish, I was a painter, for your sake for then should these en audi ink -lings" blush in colours not their own !" The scenery about Boston is the pretti est possible, (the Wissahicon and therea bout always excepted,) and a drive through Dorchester, Brooklin, Jamaica Plains, Cam bridge, Vc. is exquisite! the worst of it is, that iio oh" seems to fjrcl how fine it u," or to preceivo "That this fair scene, unsought by human cyr. Wastcth like light when clouds obscure the skv" We met not a solitary equestrian during-' the whole afternoon! these lazy omnibus es are ruining the health, and therefore the. happiness of the world! There lias been so little rain ofUtc that all -rcc things look red, and even the "common looks most uncommon comrrion and the mall, maupre its mal apropos little iron fence, I no comparison ro mai rounu wasumgion Square, is quite deserted by the fair sweet souls! perhaps 1 1 is " unfashionable ! A granger niay ow an(l then Se a troop. of What appear to be children, creeping slowly round the frog pond or big elm, but a-s they laugh not, it would not be lady like! neither do they romp, it might mash their " stineners," he is soon undeceived: they have put away childish things and are now serving as the "walking advertise ments" of some fashionable boarding school. C rowing up thus, and neglecting all phvsi- cal culture, what won ler if the Boston bel les are not (let go my hair) "pretty." 'I hey lack taste, style, svmotry; you sec the od dest mixture f incongruous colours, (pair ed not matched) in a single dress w ithout reirard to season, comfort, or the complex ion of the wearer. A hurried, unsteady gait the reverse of grace or self-respect ; Phil swearcs there is not a pretty foot down east! and a miserable, mania for lit tle leftists; thit seems totally at war with the fine inti TlcciualTorthead every where observable, and the fair fame of the Litcr ary, Emporium. As to the "gentlemen," 1 say nothing t.4o the -pale,, narrovJiste.4 stooping Peter Sfhrmipes, who pulsates through Washington street, I should say, " go to a gymnasium go!" Thus much for external the day-light mood of things : by and by, as there are here "No cWo shuttered windows, thut tell, Of the selfish, the distant, the frightened : Of the tortoise encased in bis shell.' ' V That the letters of man ot the man of let ters cannot open, I will seat you by a fire side, and scan the little " warlike world within." The " Lions'" here are such very tame animals that they are hardly worth the hun ting; I will not worry you with their an atomy. Visited the picture galleries yesterday the Atheneum is not particularly attractive this year, arjd a less number of tickets than usual have consequently been sold. Still between two and three thousand season tickets, and a crowd of visitors, indicated no lack of "patronage." The old masters still occupy the sides of the room with their " glorious obscurities," and hidden excel lencies. Trumbul's best (the sortie) is as good as ever and Nest s tear, (worth a dozen Pale Horsea,) holds its own in m? affections. Neagle's " Lyon" and Sully's " Perkins " still grace the walls but 1 see nothing new from the pencil of either what arc they about f Iho Landscapes by the voting masters are only so so trees ' reduced by pitching hay into a stubble-, and water, made nobody knowi how, are j not particularly rcircshing. One or two portraits were Very good kmc by young Shelby, (now in Paris) first rate there is an air of ease, and a cool, quiet colouring, worthy of all praise. As no one pretends to study the figure in these benighted re gionsHistorical and cabinet Pictures are out of the question. Alexander has done well in one head: (the best is bad,) but by far the finest thing we saw was at his own room was a Roman girl. , It was no picture, but life itself! Others-were clever, a gay laughing face of miss Ir , wicked and w it ty, particularly so, but this I have i ot the organ of language,. roader, so pray x ciise the climax it was " right nice." Courteous reader! thou who hast borne with me thus far without a frown turning neither to the right, to the column of deaths and marriages nor to the left, to the more leaded matter! verily thou shalt have thy reward wilt tjhou fetch a ride with one whose soul clingcth to thee, as clingeth a ' story teller to a button hole? - My gir is at the door, , A"d my hand is on .the " V." And before I go once more There's a welcome Beat for thee ! And now for Mount Auburn (all Boston goes there, sooner or later,) we will take the free bridge Charlestown route. There, to the right, is Bunker's Hill, with its "Monument," looking for all the world like a snuif box diable upon a green pum kin. Charlestown is nothing particular, Yondcfc is the hill where the " most intel lectual people on earth" set fire to the con vent,," just for fun!" Its scorched walls still stand and long may they a "glori ous" monument to our. fKee .institution ! Pretty Fiousea these in Cambridge and old Harvard amid its shadowy old walks (when will people learn that ell trees arc bjeautiful ?) lobketh rihl vche'raWc;-----' And: so this, is tno.j'un.Qd'jlssdlloleA granite gate way, ("the sham thing") Ten, twenty, thirty carriages -plenty of company and gay enough for the occasion, " con- siderin." Beautiful ! what tate what va riety tho very store house of nature and these ouiet little pools the mirrors of earth, and air, and sky no storms can reach them here. In these sheltered retreats one iniirht well feel that he " Could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care," That the "Irnpfora Pace" could not here be uttered in vain. This " garden of graves" is the very lovc icst of this lovely globe. But it must be seen no discription can convey a just im pression, and it were useless to attempt it. The monuments arc already quite numer ous some painfully interesting. Who can stand beside the tomb of Spurzhcun, and not feel indeed that The good die first, and they whose hearts Arc dry as summer dust, burn to the socket." . Yours, (Sec. Z. E. B. OLD MAIDS. The old maid looks buck upon her youth ful desires and hopes as upon the memory of an intoxicating dream, filled with visions of happiness and unutterable delight, and which the -waking realities of life have long since convicted her were indeed but vis ions. ' She looks abroad upon those who entered tho career of existence with her, and she: beholds -a-nungUDd -jicturo of joy and woe. On the one hand the emacia ted check," the totiering step and the hol low and sunken eye, proclaim the victim of indulged happiness. On the other the compressed lip, and the contracted brow speak of blighted affbetion, or dispiscd love. On a third the young mother Jiangs over the couch of her first-born, and best loved wearying heaven, with vain prayers, that the innocent sufferer may be spared to her doting heart, tillhe is borne away frantic and insensible from the death-bed of her darlinff child. On another she beholds love turned to the most inexplicable hatred, her friend converted into a fiend, the bus band into a crual and tyrannous master; or dark suspicion and unfounded jealousy riving both heart and brain, and rendering love a horrible curse " Oh jealousy thou raging ill. Why hast thou found in lovers' hearts! Afflicting what thou canst not kill, And poisoning Love himself with his own darts." If she does not taste those delights which flow from happy marriage, (and there are many such,) when two individuals with mod erate desires and virtuous and well-tempered wishes, combine tor produce "one har mony of bliss," she invariably shows how correctly she estimates so delightful a con summation for, where household harmony does reign, there inay the oldtnaid be found in all her glory, mingling sweet with sweet, and her heart and affections expanding be- ncath its genial influence. Domestic strife is a Tartarus from which she flies, if is a plague-spot, warning her to depart but if a father or mother has readied the extreme verge of senility, there she may be seen hovering like a guardian angel ; developing in this trying emergency all her treasured affections, and lavishing them on insensible or querulous old ager with all the vigour, the tenderness, and devotednessof a young bride, watching over the shattered health of an adored husband. e Dear amiabilities! can wc wonder that you arc kind nurses or that you are fond of cats, dogs, parrots, and Chinese mon sters I Is it not thus that you are forced to display your pent-up 'sensibilities'? Somes, thing you must love your hearts are over flowing with milk and honey ; but mankind, blind to your amiable qualities, meet your advances, as if their most deadly enemies were making covert approaches to destroy their sanctuaries. i This is prejudice -fata! and perverse pre judice and it is our task to display you in your natural colours ; we will show you as beings to be loved and cherished; the screen that has seperatcd you from th world shall be removed you shall assume your place in society stainless and pure as you are, ille sceurs de lachiratr ;' old and young shall welcome you, and hencefor ward, no tinge of shame shall steal over your checks at being greeted as old maids. Does a voluntary old maid hear of some unhappy friend, whom tho fates have un kindly driven to destitution, her innocent temper suggests no inquiries :u to whether the sufferer is the victim of h?r own faults, or the faults of others ; but she wases up on her, relieves her condition, goes abroad into society, details her account of the un fortunate, and is met with exclamations of wonde.aiid liplifted tiands and hears, to her dismay, a history of iinprrle1ie7 ami is lucky if she escape invendoa herself. Again, some one of her early admirers, whom her dignity and pride of self had re jected, having married another less high minded and chaste, has f:rllen into distress a joung family, a sick wife, a ruined for tune, and impending poverty threaten to crush him to the earth, and scatter his fam ily as outcasts and miserables upon the cold and calculating world. She learns all Uns.t visits the houses of w oe, sees hirn who in the days of hi prosperity deemed him self little less than a god, now grovelling in the dust, and embraces the entire .fami ly. The beautiful woman becomes a saint she was worshipped once as a creature of clay, fitted for earthly love she is worship ped now as a superior being, possessing angelick attributes. But, again, society upbraids her and imputes false motives to her actions. Base slander her motives are as pure as unsunned snow, and originate in the impulses of "the spirit of love, which exists in undiminished splendour within her." "- To him that dares Ann his profane tongue, with contemptuous words, Against the sun-clad power of chastity," wc throw down the gauntlet of moral de fiance and tell him to' his teeth that he knows nothing of the " high mystery' of ohiiflaidism. . " So dcas to heaven is saintly chastity , .Tht when a. soul is found sincerely so, ' 'A'thtmsand HverieJ angiel4ueky her, -Driving-far off etch thing of guilt and sin; And in clear dream and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants, Begins to cast a beam on th' outward shape, The unpolluted temple ot the mind, And turns it by degree s to the souls' essence, Till all be made umnortaL ' Look, gentle reader, on this picture of an old maid. Acknowledge that thou nast done her great injustice in viewing her as a selfish, envious, ill-natured, affected, credulous, and curious creature, a'fit object L for mirth, a standing family jest, and-hav- ing none of tho finer sympathies which thou supposest to be locked up in thine own breast. Look upon her in future as one 1 1 y . wno nas necotnc ireeu trom tno grosser passions and influences of common i. jrtali ty : amd w ho year after year, is lifted near er and nearer to angelic erfecUon THE FAMILY DINNER. A SKETCH TROW LIFE IN VIENNA. " I wish you would come and dine with me some time in a friendly way," said, con tinually to me, a young man whom I used to meet at. the coffee houses and at the the atres, and who fastened himself upon me in every place, offering me civilities which I did riot feel much inclined to accept. He was just such a personage as we see hundreds of every day ;. and therefore I shall not describe him more particularly, lest my readers should fix upon some onb of their acquaintance as the original of tho portrait. " Yoa must" said he, " come to my house, and be acquainted with my wife, there are not ten like her in the whole world ; and my children, too though I say it who should not say it such children as mine are real blessings. I must shew 3'ou how I live. I am the happiest maslcr of a family alive, and a proper example for young men w ho don't like matrimony. Come and dine with me once. We shall treat you without ceremony, and give you only a fa mily dinner; but I will answer for it, you will be pleased." Although I am by no means averse to splendid tables, sumptuous viands, and nu merous guests, yet there is nothing Which I enjoy more than a quiet family dinner, particularly when invited by an old friend, for the purpose of having a little tranquil conversation. It is refreshing to the mind, to leave for a few hours the tumult of the great world, to be a transient partaker of the unostentatious pleasures of domestic intercourse and in such circumstances, a glass of old Rhenish tastes better than tho Bouidcaux, Saiitcrhe, and Champagne at tables where I hear no conversation but that relative to the opera of yesterday, and sec nothing but artificial faces, and still more artificial manners. 1 met my above-mentioned friend in tho street a few days ago. The moment he saw me he ran up to me, laid ho!d of my arm, and asked me where I was going. "To dinner," was my reply. "Good! good!" replied he : " now I have caught you, and I shall not let you go ; you must take a fa--mil y dinner with me. It was in vain that I pieuded a pricr invitation as an exeuse my too hospitable fiieiid would not admit it, and I was obliged to follow. I consoled myself with the, hope that perhaps I might fara better than I expected, and that tiif froit mfghtmlfy behaved children, and a good table. Wc reached the house, which was in tho suburbs, and ascended to the third story. As we went up stairs, we were greeted by the noise of children crying and fighting. "Ah!" said my conductor, laughing, "do you hear my littlu darlings i 1 hcjtoor sweet fellow's are hungry, and have bee waiting for me." Now, thought I, if the little dar lings make as much noise during dinner, I shall have 1o repent rny weakness. . We knocked: a thmv opened the door, and on seeing me, started back, with mark of no very agreeable sur prise. " my dear,' said my host, " this is Herr C , my old friend w hom 1 have eo often mentioned to you he is going to take !ns chance with us ot a family dinner." The lady's long visage became still longer at these words ; she made me a curtesv which resembled a contortion of anwr, and drawled out, "Happy to see you," in so gloomy a tone, that it sounded very much like "I wish you were hanged." Nothing can bo more disagreeable than to feci our selves unwelcome in houses whither wc' came against our inclinations. I wished myself fen miles off; but my new acquain tance said " Now let us leave the mistress to make her preparations," and led me into an adjoining room, to shew me his dwelling. UI have not many apartments," continued he, perfectly self-satisfied, "but every thing is neat and orderly.' stoop. to get into a. cabinet, whi-cli Ji;q dir ty little brats seemed to have been turning topsy-turvy. The floor and furniture were covered with snips of paper, knives, spoons, pictures, and toys of all kinds, " This is the only true happiness to be a father!" said my ho?t, while he cleare d a chair to offer to me. " Hey, Charles ! Loui ! como and -ask the gentleman how he does."----' I shant," said Charles, and the father whis pcrcd in my ears, "Full of sdUite a character. -Come to me directly," contin ucd he to the hryr, somewhat more severely. The boys laughed, and remained still. Tho father went and pulled them towards me by the ears, assuring me all the time of their obedience. " Now Charles, have you learn ed your lesson ? repeat your fable. Tho boy muttered I was resolved one day to go, To see the wild beast at the show." and ran off directly to his play. ' " Very well," said the father; " Now it is your turn Louis. Ah ! you shall see the boy's a genius : he says such things, they arc quite surprising. Tell me, Louis, what is the greatest wonder in the world ?" " A mince-pie !" answered the boy pertly. Tho father laughed long and loudly. " Did I not say so? you did not expect puch a witty answer, did you? I shall bring him up to politics." A t last the pale-faced mistress thrust her head in at the door, squeaked out, " Din ner's ready!" and immediately shut thV 1 i .-'-I--i-..-- i.nws.iS(,Lat
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