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New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-10-08

~ We are requested to state that it
". Hiram Purdy and not Ealsh Purdy who presided
M,ae NIIth District Whls Assembly Convention on
Weoneatay evening
New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-10-08

By Telegraph to The New-York Tribune.
Further as TO the Crescent City Mt Havana
The Action of Capt. Porter In the Matter.

gerts-s Telegraph Ocs Of Hanover Gad Beasers
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SATURDAY MORNING APRIL "a 1852

found sympathy, that ready yet bound
less confidence, all that charming aban-
donment of self, and that vlglant pres
cient fondness tiat anticipates all our
wants and all our wishes 1t makes the
heart ache but to picture such vicissi-
tudes to the Imagination. They are
images full of distress, and misery, and
gloom. The knowledge that such chan
ges can occur fits over the mind like the
thought of death, obscuring all our gay
fancies with its batlike wing, and faint
Ing the healthy atmosphere OF our hap
pincss with its venomous eXprations.
1t is not so much ruined cities, that
were once the capital glories OF the
world, or mouldering temples, breath
ing with oraces no more believed, or
arches of triumph, that have forgotten
the heroic name they were Pulled up to
celebrate, that fill my mind with half so
mourntul an impression Of the instablli-
ty Of human fortunes as these sad spec
tacles of exhausted affections. and, as it
were, traditionary fragments Of expired
asslon.--DISrseH.
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witness, 1he Dauphiness left Vienna. The
whole city crowded out; at first with a sorrow
| which was silent. She appeared you saw her
sunk back into her carriage; her face bathed in
tears; hiding her eyes now with her handker
chief, now with her hands; several times putting
out her head to see yet again this Palace of her
Fathers, whittier she was to return no more.
She motioned her regret, her gratitude to the
| good Nation, which was Crowding here to bid
her farewell. Then arose not only tears; bnt
piercing cries, on all sides. Mcu and women
alike abandoned themselves to such expressions
of their sorrow. 1t was an audible sound of
wall, in the streets and avenues of Vienna. The
last Courier that followed her disappeared, and
| the crowd melted away
The young imperial Maiden of Fifteen has
now become a worn discrowned Widow ofThir-
ty-eieht; gray before her time: this is the last
Procession: Sew minutes after the trial ended,
the drums were beating TO arms in all Sections;
ut sunrise the armed force was on foot, cannons
getting placed at the eXlremities of the Bridges,
in the Squares, Cross-ways, all along from the
By ten O'Clock, numerous patrols were circulate
ng in the Streets; thirty thousand foot and horse
drawn up under arms. AT eleven, Marie An
toinettc was brought out. She had an undrcss
of pique Jianc: she was lead TO he place OF exc
cution, in the same manner as an ordinary Grim
inal; bound, on a Cart; accompanied by Il Con-
stitutional Priest in Lay dress; escorted by nu-
merous detachments of infantry and cavalry.
These, and the double rows OF troops all a long
her road, she appeared TO regard with indiilcr-
ence. On her countcnance there was visible
neither abashment nor pride. To the cries Of
lirc 1t Hcpub!ique and Dorm Nth 7'yranny,
which attended her all the way, she seemed to
pay no heed. She spoke little to her Conicssor.
The tricolor Strcamcrs on the housetops accu-
pied her attention in the Streets du Route and
Salnt-Honore she also noticed the Inscriptions
on the house-lronts. On rcachin. the Place dc
la Revolution, her looks turned towards the
Jayiia National, whilom TniIcricS, Der face at
that moment gave signs oflvcly emotion. She
mounted the Scailold with coura re enough: at IA
quarter past Twelve, her head fell; the Execu-
toner showed it to the people, amid universal
longconlinucd cries IF Iire In RcpubHgue.'
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FIRST LOVE.

Whatever be the lot Of man, however
unfortunate, however oppressed, if he
only love and be loved, he must strike a
balance in favour of existence, for love
can ilume the dark roof of poverty, and
can Tighten the ietter of the slave.
But, fthe most miserable position of
humanity be tolerable with its support,
so also the most splendid situations Of
our life are wearsome without its inspi-
ration. The golden palace requires a
mistress as magnificent; and the fairest
garden, besides the song Of birds, and the
breath of flowers, calls for the sigh of
sympathy. 1t is at The foot of woman
that we lay the laurrls that, without
her smile, would never have been gain
ed; it is her image that strings the Tyre
Of the poet, that animates our voice in
the blaze Of eloquent faction, and guides
, our brain in the august tolls of stately
councils.
But this passion, SO charming in its
nature, so equal in its dispensation, so
universal in its influence, never assumes
power so vast, or eXerts an authority
SO captivating, as when 1t is experienced
for the first time. Then it is truly ire
sstable and enchanting, fascinating, and
despotic; and, whatever may be the
harSher feelings that life may develope,
there is no one, however callous or con-
strained he may have become, whose
brow Wi not grow pensive al the MEM
DRY FIRST LOVE.
The magic of first love is our igno-
rance that it can never end. 1t is the
dark conviction that feelings the most
ardent may yet grow cold, and that
emotions the most constant and con-
firmed, are, nevertheless, liable to
change, that taints the feebler spell of
our later passions, though they may
spring from a heart that has lost little Of
its original freshness, and be offered to
one infinitely more worthy OF the devo-
ton than our first doatry. To gaze
upon face, and to believe that forever
we must behold it with the same alora-
ton; that those eyes, IN whose light we
live, will forever meet ours with multi
al glances of rapture and devotedness;
to be conscious that all conversation with
others sound vapid and spiritless, com
pared with the endless expression of our
affection; to feel our heart rise at the ia
voured voice; and to believe that life
must hereafter consist of a ramble
through the world, pressing but one fond
hand. and leaning but upon one faithful
breast;-O! must this sweet credulity
indeed be dissi pated =! Is there no hope
for them so full Of hope mo pity for
them so Astounding with love?
And can it be possible that the hour
can ever arrive when the former vota-
ries of a mutual passion so exquisite and
engrossing can meet each other with in
difference, almost with nnconsciousness,
and recall with an effort their vanished
scenes Of fslicity-that quick yet pro-
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MISUNDERSTANDING powerful pas


sage quoted below. from recent speech
Of J. Il. Stevenson, Esq, Of Boston, one
of the opponents OF the present bill,
should (says a Boston papcr) be printed
in capitals and spread far and wide, as a
startling and forcible, and not over-col-
ored dclineation of the simple truth.
To say that the community has no right,
in any constitutional and legal way that
promises to accomplish the object, to
protect itself from the abuse OF traffic
whose inevitable tendencies are to make
such picture as this daily and hourly
reality, in thousands of cases, is to say
that the community is bound to let any
and all plaques and curses do their dia-
bolical work unchecked and unmolested.
There may be difference of opinion as
10 the best methods Of preventing the
terrible evil; but as to the right and ex-
pediency Of doing something, and the
most effective that can be done for its
cur,ailment or removal there can be no
question.
"Portray the evils of intennperance !!
did | say! He does not live who can
tell the whole story of its woes. Exag-
geraton there Is impossible. The fati-
gued fancy falters in its eight before it
comes up to the fact. The minds eye
cannot take IN the countless miseries of
its motley tram. No human art can put
into that picture shades darker than the
truth.
"Put into such picture every con-
! celyable thing that is terrible or revolt
ing; paint health in ruins, hope destroy
ed, affections crushed, prayer silenced-
paint the chosen seats Of paternal care,
ti!ial pjety, of brotherly love, Of mater.
nal devotion, all, all vacant; amt all the
crimes OF every stature and OF every hue,
from murder standing aghast over a
grave, which it has no means to cover,
down 70 the meanest deception still con-
fident OF success; paint home desert, and
shame a tyrant, and poverty, the legiti-
mate child of vice in this community;
and not its prolific mother; paint the
dark valley OF the shadow Of death, peo-
pied with slaves; paint a landscape with
~" h'"~ i'hit 10 Ioipoit oid W iiOsc
shade is death, with mountain torrents
tributary to an ocean whose very waves
are fire: put in the most distant back.
ground the vanishing visions OF blessed
past, and into the foreground the terri
bic certainty an accused future; paint
prisons with doors that open only in.
wardly; people the scene with men
whose shattered forms are tenanted by
tormented souls, with children upon
whose lips no smile can play, and with
women into whose cheeks burrows have
been burnt by tears wrung by anguish
from breaking hearts. Paint such pic
ture, and when you are ready to show
it, do not let in the rays of the heavenly
sun; but illume it with the glares OF the
internal fires, and still you will be bound
to say that horrible picture falls short of
the truth"
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Mr.. TwoMBLEY's MlsrAKE.-Mr. T.
Twombley had drank but six glasses of
brandy and water, when being a man of
discretion, he returned home at the sea-
sonable hour Of 1, A. NJ, and went So
berly to bed. Mrs. Twombly was too
we'll accustomed to the comings and 60
Ings of said Thomas, to be much dis
turbcd by the trifing noise he made in
entering; but when she discovered he
had his boots on, she requested him to
remove them Or keep his feet out Of the
bed.
"My dear" said Mr.. Twombley, in
an apologize tone, "skuse me! How
came to forget the boots | cannot can
not conceive, for Pm jest as sober as
ever was in my life"
Mr.. Twombley sat on the side Of the
bed and made an effort to pull off his
right boot. The attempt was success
full, though it brought him to the floor.
On regaining his feet, Mr.. Twombley
thought he saw the door open. AS he
was sure he shut the door on coming in.
he was astoniShed; and, dark as it was
in the room he couldn't be mistaken
he felt certain.-NIr. Twombley stag
gered towards the door TO close it; when
he saw, to his great surprise, figure ap-
proach from beyond. Twombley stop
ed; the figure stopped. Twombley rais.
ed his right hand, the figure raised his
left.
"Who's there I" roarsd T. beginning
to be frightened. The object made no
reply. T., raised his foot in a menacing
attitude; the figure dehed him by shak.
ing similar object.
"By the Lori" cried Mr.. T., 'Pll find
out who you be, you sneakn' cuss!"
He hurled the boot full at the head of
the mysterious object when-crash!--
went the big looking glass, which
Twombley had mistaken for the door.
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WHOLE No $50

AUNT HErTy on MATRlMoSy.--Now
girls, said Aunt Hetty, put down Your
embroidery and worstrd work, do some
thing sensible, and stop building air.
castles, and talking of lovers and honey
moons; 1t makes me sick, it's perfect
antimonial. Love is iarce--matri-
mony is a humbue; husbands are domes.
tic Napoleons, heroes Alexanders,
signing Tor other hearts to conquer after
they are sure of yours. The honey
moon is as short lived as a lucifrr match;
after that you may wear your wedding
dress at the wash tub, and your night
cap to meeting, and your husband
wouldn't know it. You may pick up
your own pocket handkerchief, help
yourself to chair, and split your gown
across the back reaching over the table
TO get piece Of butter, while he is lay
ing in his breakfast as if it was the last
meal he should eat in the world; when
he gets through he will aid your diges.
ton, (while you are slipping your first
cup OF coilee,) by inquIring what you'll
have for dinner, whether the cold lamb
was all ate yesterday; if the charcoal is
all out, and what you gave for the last
tea you bought. Then he gets up from
the table, lights his cigar with the last
evenings paper that you have not had
chance to read; gives two or three whills
of smoke, sure TO give you headache
for the afternoon, and Just as his coat
tail is vanishing through the door, apol-
ogiSes for not doing "that errand for you
yesterday '-thnks it doubtful lfhe can
to-day-"so pressed with business"
Hear of him at II o'clock, taking ics
cream with some ladies at Vinton's,
while You are at home new lining his
coat sleeves. Children by the ears all
day, can't get out to take the air, feel as
crazy as fly in a drum; husband comes
home at night, mods show dye do,
Fam" boxes Charley's ears, stands little
Fanny in the corner, sits down in the
easiest chair in the warmeSt corner, puts
his feet up over the CRATE, shutting out
all the fire.
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An Interesting Husband.
A lady-most probably such an one
as Byron thus describes in Don Jun:

A lady-most probably such an one
as Byron thus describes in Don Juau:
tia hcadlong, headstrong, downright she,
Young, beautiful, aud darng-who would risk
a throne, the world, the universe, TO be
Beloved in her own way, and rather whisk
The stars from out the sky, than not be free
As are the pillows where the breeze IS brisk. :"
gives the Editor of the Olive Branch
the following history of her miseries.
Mr.. Editor: If you could only see
my husband, Solomon StiIIwealher
Its my firm conviction he will be the
death Of me. am naturally happy,
bright, energetic, warm-hearted, chain
lightning, impulsive woman-born af-
ter stages were exploded, and in the day S
of railroads and steam engines. Pve the
most capacioui heart that ever thumped
against siIken bodice; can hate like
Luciier, and love in pr oportion, and be
eternally grateful to any one who is
kind to me. Now Solomon Is a
perpetual calm. Nothing ruilles him,
nothing disturbs him. Mount Nesuvius
couldn't make him hurry; he does every
thing, mercantile and matrimonial, by
rule, square and compass.
When the proper time arrives, 1t
"comeS of, and it don't a fraction of a
second before. Were the house on fire
he would stop to take the Int Off his
coat, and brush histeeth before starting;
If | ask him question at breakfast,
never get an answer till after tea; he
walks around the house with noise
lessly velvety tread, like superannua-
ted cat. Should the children in their
play knock over the tca-lable and its
contents, he looks quietly up from his
book and says: affinity -t-h-e-r
u-d-e-c-h-i-l-d-r-e-n.
One summer evening in the country,
as lie sat on the grass smoking a cigar,
it occurred to me whether anything
ShoH OF ali earthquake acould start him
up, so | placed long string of crackers
directly behind hlm, and touched them
off, and as Pm living woman he never
so much as winhed. You should see
him getting ready for church, as he pairs
and dishes his finger nails, lays every
hair Oh his head over its appropriate
bump, sprinkles a drop of cologne on
the northwest corner of his pocket
handkerchief, and ties the bow of that
cravat for the tor-tieM time. | never
saw Solomon excited.
l never heard him laugh; he don't
know the luxury OF tears. Now if /
could only get up a domestic squabble !!
0hunder clouds clear the atmosphere
you know,) but it's no use. Pve tried
to stir him upon politics, but he's con the
fence, had as lief jump one way as an
other," and is quite Indifferent as to
"glutton." Pve put on the sulks and
been distant and dignitied, tell you he
likes ii; besides, you couldn't freeze
him colder than he is; I've been loving
and petted him; its a waste of ammuni-
ton, he can't be thawed out. It's my
solemn belief he was originally intend
ed for an old maid, but by some horrld
mistake-he's my husband. | could
double Cape Horn while he says Only
d-e-a-r." o, oh, when the coroners
jury sits on me won't the verdict be
''ded of excess of still weatherl'
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ny 0. c. wHITTLESEY.
Man was not meant TO live like flowers,
Like daisies drink the dew;
Nor idly while away the hous-
There's work for him to do.
Who, this brief span ofbreathing, deems
Mere loan for idle love;
A drama ofdisaslrous dreams
His little life will prove.
Each monent, vapor of a day,
Gone quite as quick as given,
And hours, that drcam-like Drift away,
Are Telegraphs to heaven.
Oh, let us then each aim and end,
To lrulhtulneSs attach
And strive increasingly 10 TO send
A dutilul despatch
Aierandrid, Ia
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G-Some constablcs in Maine, hunt
ing for rum, entered house and found
woman rocking cradle, and singing
blush a-by-baby." Not finding "'he
critter," one of them more cunning than
the rest, made dash at the the baby
clothes, enchanting "Sweet little baby
how much it looks like its father!"
And sure enough, so it did-for 10 and
behold, the little offspring turned out to
be heg ofrum with nightcap on.
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A LAST LooK.-There is a fpelins

A LAST LooK.-There is a feeling
that resembles death in the last glance
we are ever TO bestow on a loved object.
The girl that you have treasured in your
secret heart as she passes by on her
wedding day, it may be happy and bliss
full, lifts up her laughing eyes, and leaves
in that look darkness and desoation to
you for ever.-The boy your father
spirit has chung to, like the very light
of your existence, waves his hand from
the quarter deck, as the gigantic ship
bends to the breeze; the wind is play
ing through the locks your hand had so
often smoothed; the tears have dimmed
his eyes, for mark, he moves his fingers
over them-and this is last look.
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A SISTERS VALuR.-Have You Sis
ter! Chen love and cherish her with
all that pure and holy friendship which
renders . brother so worthy and noble.
Learn to appreciate her sweet influence,
as portrayed in the following words:
He who has never known sisters
kind minstration, nor felt his heartwarm.
ed by her endearing smile and love.
beaming eye, has been unfortunate in.
deed. 1t is not 10 be wondered at if
the fountains of pure feeling flow in hi.
bosom but sluggishly, or if the gentle
emotions of his nature b. lost in the
sterner attributes OF mankind.
"That man has grown up among a.rtc-
tionate sisters once heard lady of
much observation and experience re-
mark.
'And why do you think 80 = said I.
Because of the rich development of
all the tender feelings Of the heart
A sisters influence is felt even in
manhood's ripper years; and the heart of
him who has grown cold in chilly con-
tact with the world, will warm and thrill
with pure enjoyment, as some accident
awakens within him the soft tones, the
glad melodies of his sisters voice; and
he will turn from purposes which IA
warped and false philosophy has reason
ed into expediency, and even weep for
the gentle influences which moved him
in his earlier years.
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The HYruEN.-Mr. Doabin, lec,uring
some time back on physical education
in Hull, condemned the practice OF tight
lacing as extremely injurious to the sym.
metry and health OF the female sex, and
jocularly proposed the formation Of an
"AntI-killing-young- women-b -linger
ing-death-society. This was gravely
reproduced IN other parts Of this coun.
try and on the continent as sober mat.
ter of fact, the Germans giving the hy-
phenated title NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS.
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MR. CLAY.-The Washington Tele-
graph says: Mr.. Clay is feeble, ard
subject to frequent changes, generally
produced by the varying weather. He
passes most Of his hours in the day in
sitting up, or promeAading his chamber.
1t is only occasionally that he is obliged
to keep his bed in day time. When the
weather continues favorable 10. any
length of time his improvement is al,
ways very manifest.
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GJ".uen and acomen," says an ex-
change, "have become oxtinct; they
died about sixty years ago, and left no
heirs. LadieS and Gentleman have now
a days sprang up and usurped their pla-
ces."
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JUVENILE SIMPLIclTy.-A friend says
the following story is fact. 1.-TWO
boys of tender years, who went by the
names of Tom and Jack, became mem
bcrs OF 4 district sch ool in a certain
New England town. In making their
appearance the teacher called them up
before the assembled school and pro-
ceeded to make certain Undergraduates
concerning their names, age, etc.
"Well, my fine lad," said the teach
err to the first one, "what is your name?"
"Tom," promptly answered the jul
venile.
"1om - said the teacher, "that does
not sound well. Remember always TO
speak the full name. You should have
said IAom as. Now, my son." Cturn.
ing to the other boy, whose expectant
face suddenly lighted up with the salts
faction of a newly comprehendcd sdea,
'now, then, will you tell me what your
name is 7"
"Jack-ass" replied the lad, in a tone
of confident decision.
Never be idle If your hands cannot
be uSeluIiy employed, attend TO the cul-
Liya!ion OF your mind
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LINES
On II SnOvv-StOrnl in Spring.
by ASSIASTHyUS

by ANsIANTHYUs.
Blow on We chilling winds, and strew
The green earth DER with snow again!
Hide all the lovely flowers from view,
That late beneath the balmy reign
Offspring, in beauty deck'd the plain.
All tickle snow! so pearly white,
Long on the earth We may not stay;
Emblem of all that's fair and bright,
As quickly you will fade away,
AS earthly joys, Or victor's bay.
Yc winds. We may not ever blow,
Thus rudely in The lime of spring!
Cold winter to the grave will 30,
And natures mlnstrels sweeily sing
His icquicm,,- old stormy king.
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The silence Of a person who loves
to praise Is a censure sufficiently Sc.
we're.
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ny o, c. wHITTLESEY.

For The Cecil Wing.