The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1841-12-24 00:00:00

THE DEAF AND DUMB INSTITUTION

We have frequently had occasion to bring this admirable
Institution before the attention of our readers, and of all the
valuable asylums for the wretched with which our town
abounds, none has greater claims upon the sympathy and
liberality of the public than the Institution for the Deaf and
Dumb. Not only are the afflicted inmates of the establish-
ment clothed and fed, but they have the advantage of re-
ceiving a sound scriptural education, the results of which are
of the most satisfactory kind. We sometime since gave se-
veral evidences of the high state of moral feeling, presented
by several of the young persons in the institution ; and we
now subjoin another instance of the same kind in the shape
of reflections, written by an intelligent youth of the name of
Richard Williams, and penned, we may add, without the
slightest dictation, or any previous suggestion. We are only
able to give some extracts from the journal, but they will be
sufficient to give a tolerable conception of the bearing of the
whole. It is necessary to add that the remarks were occa-
sioned by a recent visit to the exhibition of paintings :
" When we were just entering by the door, we gazed at the
paintings with admiration and inexpressible surprisation
(surprise) at their beatitude (beauty). We looked at them
with earnest joy, and delight, and interest. We saw the
'rooms full of beautiful various paintings and portraits; I
can mention some of them : A large elegant portrait of his
Royal Highness Prince Albert, and another of James As-
pinall, Esq., a worthy gentleman of our committee. The
Smuggler's Return. The Idler was a girl loitering lazily
about, and losing her time; she seems that she knew not
that her precious time was losing, which never returns, never
any more. For time once past never returns. Catch time,
for (tempus Agit) time flies away swiftly. Let us not be
doing the part of an idler, time should not be lost, for it is
precious, and at length brings many to our grey hairs, and
then carries us to the peaceful grave. Tempus in agrorum
culta consumere dulce—ldleness is the root of all evil, and a
sinful waste of our time and talents. It seems an idler ge-
nerally becomes a vagabond, and clothed with (nice) ragged
clothes. Satan always strives to empty the pockets of an
idler who is in laziness of mind and body, and he is easily and
weakly tempted, and sometimes becomes a notorious person,
and then brought to the fatal gallows to be launched into
eternity by an awful death, and to appear at the tremendous
final tribunal. But as for the industrious, Satan will flee
from thee, and cannot hurt thee ; be watchful even of him,
who is very cunning. Let no man deceive thee by any means,
watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation. The
spirit, indeed, is willing, but the flesh is weak, says the
Bible. For Satan once got hold of Judas, who betrayed our
blessed" Lord. Satan prepares mischief for idlers. The
Houseless Wanderer was a woman with a babe in her arms.
What a pity it excites to look upon such a one wandering in
the open air, receiving the cold and rain all night, and
obliged to sleep on the empty, stony, temporary bed, any
where which welcomes her ! It lets the tear drop out of my
eye, as sympathy. She seems like a poor lost wandering
sheep, with her lamb in her bosom. The Jews are a wan-
dering people !—for they are found any where about the
wide world. Perhaps they were happy when they all lived in
unity with their brethren, in the land of their forefathers,
which the Lord swear unto Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob,
before they were scattered abroad. But through their in-
gratitude to their Maker, and ever to-be-beloved and re-
jected King, they were given up to their enemies, who took
many of them prisoners, and many were scattered on the
fale of the earth, like sheep now wandering from place to
to place without a shepherd. A picture of a
The picture represents a girl with a jug, at a
to drink to quench her thirst, or to make
able liquors. Perhaps it may make us
think of the woman of Samaria at Jacob's
our Saviour Jesus Christ. The few ye
pleasure in expressing here, are as Rill°

sat at the well, therg came a woman of
water out of the well, and when Jesus was
some water to quench his thirst, and said to the woman,d
Give me to drink, but the woman refused, and said to him,
How is it, that thou being a Jew, asketh drink of me which
am a woman of Samaria, for the Jews have no dealings
with the Samaritans ?' and Jesus said to her, If thou
knewest the gift of God, and who is it that sayeth to thee,
give me drink, Thou wouldst have asked of him, and he
would have given thee living water.' Then the woman said
to him, sir, thou bast nothing to draw it with, and the well
is deep ; from whence then bast thou that living water?'
And Jesus said, Whosoever drinketh of the water shall
thirst again ; but whosoever drinketh of the water that I
shall give him, shall never thirst; but the water that I shall
give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into
everlasting life ;' and the woman said unto him, Sir, give
me this water, that I thirst not, neither come hither to
draw' The Letter.—A letter safely arrived to a person,
and joyfully received to whom it is directed—perhaps there
is some bad or joy news in it. A letter is a writing or talk-
ing messenger, used in correspondence. The Widow—This
picture looks like a doleful and sympathising scene. The
widow was sitting on the deceased husband's tomb-stone ; I
think her husband was much endeared and affectionate to
her when alive upon earth—and what is now the widow's
hope ? Perhaps the widow's hope is of a full, desirous, and
happy expectation to meet him again above, of which, per-
haps, every pious earthly-created of mankind have a desire
when all their labour is done, to go to the land of promise
beyond the skies on high, to
,the Canaan of eternal sweet
rest, to dwell to all eternity with God, Jesus Christ, and the
Heavenly Host. Nobody can deliver our mortal bodies from
going down to the grave, only our Maker who created us, and
breathed the breath of life into us. As we are his property,
and He our Father, but death is the worst thing that dreads
many, and separates every one from all the affectionate ties.
Yea, death is sweet, and life is better to the pious and re.
signing who have faith in their God : for precious in the
sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. There are se-
veral verses in the Bible about widows, that God is a judge
of widows in his holy habitation, and that God said, " Leave
thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive, and let
thy widows trust in me," &c.

FUND FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT OF

LIVING ARTISTS

On Tuesday the appropriation of the above fund, accord-
ing to the usual plan. took place at the Exhibition-rooms;
when the under-mentioned persons obtained a right to the
values set opposite to their names, giving them the choice of
pictures of corresponding prices, or others of higher prices,
by paying the difference :

_
s. d.
George Armstrong 4O 0 0
Robert Scott
A. Anderson
Mrs. W. K. Couborough 25 0 0
H. Tweddle 2O 0 0
Thomas Frost
T. F. Marshall 2O 0 0
John Clow
John Thompson
Silvanus Fox
William Maddy
W. B. Colton
William Collingwood lO 0 0
Henry Forshaw
10 0 0

Thomas Winstanley
Thomas Jackson lO 0 0
J. H. Foulkes lO 0 0
John Okell
William Miller
Peter Cato

Miss Clegg
W. J. Bishop, Ist blank lO 0 0
Richard C. Allan, 2d ditto

Mrs. Wordsworth ..
James Muir, Jun...
B. Jackson
Richard Allison ..
Edward Griffin, Jun,

5 0 0
5 0 0
5 0 0
5 0 0
5 0 0

R. S. Henderson

5 0 0

Daniel Clarke ..
Benjamin Hick, Jun
Thomas Cook .
Stephen Baker

•5 0 0
.5 0 0
.5 0 0
.5 0 0

WALES.-By a letter from one of the largest iron masters
in Wales, it would appear that they consider the worst period
of depression past, and that from the orders on hand an im-
provement in the iron trade may be confidently anticipated.

MADAME LAFFARGE.—A letter from Montpellier, of the
13th inst., in the Gazette des Tribunaux, states that Madame
Lafrarge continues to be so ill, that her stomach rejects nearly
all kinds of food. When the gaol costume was presented to
her for the purpose of her putting it on, she exclaimed,
" Never will I wear this dress of infamy," and threw herself
on her bed, which she has not quitted since. She is not per-
mitted to sec any person from without, except some relations
whom she has at Montpellier, for a few moments on Sunday,
and some articles of furniture, which were brought to the
gaol for her use, were sent back. The cell in which she is
placed is the same as those of the other prisoners, and her
illness alone prevents the enforcement in her case of the
prison regulations as to labour.