'Prom the Sunday Mercury.
' SHOUT PATENT SERMON.
, '- BY tDOw' JR.'-'.
The following stanza, by H. T. Tuckerman,
will compese my text for the present occasion:
Give me the boon of love!
Fame's trumpet strains depart;
But love's sweet lute breathes melody
Tnat lingers in the heart;
And the scroll of fame will burn
When sea and earth consume,
But the rose of Jove in a happier sphere,
-Wfll'live in deaihless bloom !
TVTtr huororc mi ro Invp lnvp wilhfitlt liCeQ-
. y A J V U 1 V 0 - -
tiousness or"sensuality, is manufactured by the
angels in heaven expressly for this terrestrial
market. It is a glorious thing for us that a
friendly intercourse is still maintained in rela
tion to this indispensable commodity;for, with
out love, we should'be as morose and misera
ble as'an old maid without tea. It keeps the
heart moist with,. the genial dews of affection
renders soft and pliable the putty of pity
and calls up spirits of compassion from the
vasty deep of human selfishness. I know there
are some, who prefer fame to love who had
rather plunge headlong into perdition with the
world's applause, than push for paradise alone
and unnoticed. But my friends, "why should
they make a fever in the brain and set their
blood boiling for the sake of gaining a wreath
whose green leaves shall but decorate a with
ered, brow, and wave above a bosom barren in
peace and comfort? Give me the boon of love!
I had much rather May cff' and bask in the
sunshine of affection, than be led by crazy am
bition to the top of the mountain, where cold
winds rave and everlasting snows encompass.'
Ob, I had rather lean upon a breast that beats
responsive to mine, and feast upon kisses, than
sit pavillioned upon a kingly throne, and be
pricked by the pins of care, an object of fear
and favor, but.not of love.
My friends renown is but a hollow sound
that echoes through the silent halls of death,
where it dies away, and is heard no more.
The path of fame is a dreary one now lead
ing through a gloomy vale of disappointment
and now bordering upon precipices and dange
rous chasmsdown which one may tumble ere
he is aware of it, and break himself into so
, many pieces, thai while one eye was hunting
after his nose the other could go to sleep for
au hour and wake up in tjme to see it properly
adjusted. Onejsingle wild flower plucked from
the path of love no matter how lowly or hum
ble it may be looks prettier and smells sweet
er than the brighest blossom ambition ever
culled from the hot house of fame. There is
as much difference the two as there is between
a toad stool and the handsomest hollyhdeks
that grow spontaneously? onV the outskirts ol
heaven. O, then give me the boon of love !
The will-o'wisp of fame shines at a distance
with a cold, phosfurescent g!ov3 amid the fogs
of doubt and uncertainty; but the light of love
is near and cheering. It gradually warms5a
person. all oyer,-lrcm one extremity to, the x
ther thaws our feelings of tenderness that
have lain concealed in a long winter of misan-
imopy uuu, trvejy uuw uuu men urups a new
sDark On the tinder of Jus affections. One ten
der glance J from."-the .bright eye of beauty, in a
.coI4 day,' wJiPthrow caloric enough into the
souTlo keep.thq'.frody warm a week: and our
.themomettrs of :joy and pleasure will stand
uporjan average at fever heat. But the flame
of glory, myjriendsjf burns fitfully and scorch
ingly for a . few moments upon the funeral pyre
of man's happiness, and then leaves him sur
rounded by the midnight darkness of the tomb.
My dear Iriends give me but the boon of
love, and will ask no other. There is no.
moie music in the wild, harsh trumpet strains
offame than there is in' a woman's whistling.
They rewound for awhile over mountain and
plain, rousing toads, lizzards and .loafers to
peep from their holes in wonder and astonish
ment and then they depart forever : but the
soft, sweet late of love breathes heaven-born
melody, that lingers in the bosom when bereft
of all other enjoyment, and causes the heartr
stiings to vibrate with joyj eveaat the door of
the tomb. When the snows of age shall set
tle upon us, and life's landscape looks sad and
dreary when the songs of mirth and jollity
have ceased to please the recollection of loves
early music-will awaken such pleasing echoes
in our bosoms as shall oft cause us to forget
that we are old and are not able to properly ap
preciate what we so lavisfcly admire. Though
the winter of our existence shall have set in
upon us, and the trees of our youth shall have
been stripped of their verdure, the leaves of
love will start forth anew in the warm sun of
memory; and they will flourish for a short time
as fresh and fair as though they were not soon
to be destroyed by the frosts of forgetfulness.
My hearers seek not fame. Its scroll will
be burnt to ashes, when the dust of your bodies
shall mingle with its original dust; but seek for
love for that abideth forever. When this
world of ours shall be shipwrecked upon the
unknown shore of eternity when combustion
shall take place, and all things perish amid the
the sinful wreck of matter Love, immortal
Love, shall Phas nix-like rise from her own ash
es, and wing her way to those realms of giory,
where Honor has no seal where Fame is
stript of her laurels and where the steam of
Ambition is blown off forever. Look for the
rose of love, my friends, in the garden of vir
ture. Pluck it place it in your bosoms
waier it with the tears of affection, and it will
never fade. Its perfume will never be exhaust
ed its leaves will never lall and not a petal
will wither. It will continue in deathless
bloom through the countless ages cf eternity,
in abetter sphere than this; that is to say. if
it is never exposed to the storms of neglect,nor
wilted before the burning blaze of dissipation.
So mote it be !
WOMAN.
Amid the various scenes of this fitful exis
tence, the most delightful one is that which
wedded hearts and sympathising minds create.
In the morning of life man looks around for
one being in whose faithful and unchanging
bosom he may repose his future confidence,and
glide onward with, supporting and supported,
through all attacks of the world, disease and
pain. Our nature is never seen to a more
beautiful advantage than when enthralled by
such a care; it shows man in- his native and
ordained dignity of character, and woman in
all those blandishments ol an ingenious and
corrupted soil, accompanying and delighting
her lord in his summer hours of joy and sun
shine, nor shrinking from him in the 'elemen
tal war5 and earth's assaults ; she then shows
'the tender fierceness of the dove,' and the pla
cid, helpless being of peaceis neived beyond
her nature, and inspired by circumstance.vvith
the feeling of Apollo's priestess. In women,
confessedly, nature asserts her greater nobili
ty and power; the disposition of men may ad
mit of greater constancy ol decision, but it is
to the female character alone to employ .vitseli
with a feeling almost supernatural :to spurn
and rise above all circumstance in the decision
to attempt everything, and evince, bv the
"daring, 'the beautyy and the valuation of such
effort. "
Origin of the Honey Moon. Though the
words are in common use, their derivation is
little known, as nothing respecting them is
found in the dictionaries or" encyclopedias.
The origin is from a custom of the Teutones,
an ancient people of Germany, who drank
mead, or, metheglin, a beverage made with
honey, for thirty days after every wedding.
Rural life. Ax four. insthe morning, i dozen
cockrills in lfull cry under your windows.
The house dog, making his morning adoration
of the sun." . Four cows (who have just left
their cal ves) in 'full 'blast.' The spinning
wheel overhead.J.The .churn in the entry.
Two cats'; -atpsalrrody on the house tops. And
last,butnot least, the master with fiis two sons
beneath your windows ploughing an old. rocky
fleld ! As an offset. these miseries, vou mav
dig your own dandelions, and pick columbines
among the, rocksJiJor nothing. 4 But try it
there's nothiDg Ifkedyiog! We say no more.
' " " From the Picayune.
TEETHING.
The ancient saying is, that man
Is but a larger baby ! ytt:
And seldom ou: of leading strings, V
Tho' he may getting greybe, "' -Admitted,
and of all thcrilli,
Poor thing he whines beneathj
The longest, most vexatious, is
The dating of his teeth 1
Of course the're is a difference
Some cut 'em very early;
In boyhood, we have seen some mouths
With teeth as sharp as pearly !
And some precocious cases, more
Extraordinary yet,
Gel thro' the world provided with,
'Twould seem, a double set !
But these are the exceptions, each
Such case is a phenomenon,
A very learned word, and which
Signifies an uncommon un !
It's only now and then one meets
With such a gifted chap;
Most of us smell unto the last
Confoundedly of pap.
The larger baby shows his teeth
At first complacently,
In all the pride of a 'first set,'
Alas, for vanity !
But tougher dishes ev'ry day '
Experience for him spreads, r
And grosser grows his stomach, with , ,
Each early tooth he sheds. V
The "dog teeth," every jaw we know
Is furnish'd With a pair;
For human or canine, instinct
It is to "hold and tear;"
Tho' strong enough at first, they seem
To strenghten ev'ry day
The. awgs, in either species, still
The latest to decay.
The 'grinders' now, poor babes! at first
Our sentimental diet,
We swallow just" like 'mother's milk,'
And thrive on it in quiet;
Too early do we chew the cud
Of bitter rumination
Too eatly need we 'molar' aid
To help our mastication !
The 'wisdom teeth,' unhappy things!
How long do we complain;
What lancing, and what physicking,
Before the tooth tve gain !
How few. after the cutting, we
Can useful sages call;
How many kick the bucket with
out cutting 'em at all.
Oh life! but we wont moralize,
We're sick of it in sooth,
'Twould prove, what we ourselves suspect,
That we still want a tooth
The ueye tooth," an essential one,
If thro' the world you'd get
We wont despair a few more years
May add it to our set. Straws.
Droll, if true. A man was found asleep in
the channel of the Ohio, near Cincinnatti.
When seen, he was lying on his back, and his
ndse had burnt away all the water within boil
ing distance.
A reason for going to Church. Burger,the
German poet, satirizes the sleepers at church
in an epigram which we have not seen trans
lated. Here is a version of it:
'All the night long I have not slept a wink,
On Sunday morning,said a languid fair;
'Tis hard; but I will creep to church I think,
And possibly may doze a little there.'
t Shocking punning. The Buffalonian says:
Our jail must be in a sinking condition. It is
always more or less full, though people are
constantly bailing out.
The bumps raised on a man's head by a cud
gel, are now called ray-nological develope-
ments.
Let no man be-too proud to work. Let no
man be ashamed of a hard fist; or a rsun-burnt
countenance. Let himbe ashamed only of ig
norance and sloth. Let no man beashamed
of poverty. Let him only be ashamed of idle
ness and dishonesty.
: "SAM bXOPH. , .
A loafer of the old school, reclining on the
Levee philosophising -not like Diogenes in a
tub, but like Sam on a tobacco hogshead, and
it was evident from the smile that lit . up his -
features, that he was dw.elling.on the remin-
iscenses of by-gone" days," recalling from the -
store house of membrVj the recollection of ths :
many drinks he had imbibed without disburs-
ing the needful, the untold success hehad met ,v
in'his nightly search for quarters, and after a
careful survey Sam seemed to conclude that a
bright particular star bad thus far shone un
clouded upon his path. A new era had dawn
ed upon the woild and its effects bothered Sam's
calculations. Witn a peculiar toss of his head
which practice 'had made him expert at, he
threw his old silk hat from out his eyes,wiped
his nose' and bust out: 'WehVI've seen all t
kinds of times, but of all the times these ere. is
wu&aci. 1 1 u v . tut: iitfuuic a an uusuu uu.smu i
comin' into our perfession till, it's, bilin over.
Times wonst was before thev srot Temoerance
snfipf tfraf a fpllnw rnnlf! opt nlnnrr rtf npat
v . . . " - mw"o
cos tne people sympatnizea .wan mm, ana n
he looked bad giv'd him a drink ; but they tells
him now to jine a temperance society.: I hate
them societies, and I doesn't care who knows
if. As long as them societies is goin, people
must bust up, cos nobody will spend nothing
now as they used to, and in course it makes it
bad for them wot sells. People doesn't .fall
down any more, and give a fellow a bit for
picking them up; besides wots wosser again, the
fellers on the steamboats doesn't git teed any
more at night, and an enterprising indiwidual
can't git into a stateroom to nap. I'm a bust
up concern if these ere limes lasts, that's cer
tain. I wish I was a sleamboat, and there
aint much difference between a steamboat and
a man They have to feed a steamboat to git
it along, and so they must I she paddles her
way, and so do I she wants steam, and sodo
I she's got boarding and lodging oh, board
Ah! there's a wisible difference I aint got
neither on them, and 'their werry essential, 'as
the undertaker said about his coffins, to the
man wot was dying. There comes watchy
and it's essential I shouldmove according
ly Sam sloped. St. Louis Organ.
Grammatical. 'What ! at you-a studies so
early, Miss Angelina!' said the foppish, frip
pery Damon DarlingtOD,as he entered the bou
doir of a lady acquaintance, living in St.
street, yesterday, and, crossing over the car
peted floor to the sofa on which she sat, be
added !Awh ! what is it that attracts youi-a
attention? Bulwer's last Zanoni, I have nb .
doubt.' j .
'No sir,' said Angelina, cooly; T am study
ing my grammar.' r
'Awh ! capital! glorious!' said Damon, rub
bing his kid glove-cased hands in affected rap
ture. 'Now commence, my dear, and conju
gate for me the verb, 'to love."
'No, sir,' replied the spirited Angelina, but
I will decline the pronoun you? and walking
into the next rocm, she rang the bell, and when
the negro servant attended the summons, she
ordered him to conduct Mr. Damon Darlington
to the hall-door.' . ,
The negro instantly obeyed the commands
of his young mistress, and but a few ninutes
elapsed ere the accomplished Mr. Darlington
was. an illustration of the preter perfect tense
of the verb 'to go' he was gone I Pic.
A Tali Petition. The Chartist petition
lately presented to the British Parliament, is
said. to have been signed by three millions of
persons. The whole number who enjoy the
right of suffrage in Great Britain is probably
considerably less than one million.
A Pair of Monsters. A man and bis wife
living near Mount Holly, (N.J.) were lately
detected of having thrown three of their chii
dreo. into the fire, and there let them remain
till they were burnt to ashes. This was done
directly after each child was born for the third
successive year and ti e third will 'pay for all,'
according to the old proverb. They have since
disappeared. s 'WV' .
'I've thrown mvself avay vithout sufficient
caws,' as the crow said, when'he died in his
youth. "