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PosTHUMOUs BENEvoLEScE. John Nc
Donough, who died few years ago in New
Orleans, left an enormous fortune, which ho
had amassed through long life Of niscrly
toll. He allowed himself no indulgence,
had no society, no friends, no pleasure, in
telectual or animal. He was not scholar,
nor a man of taste, and he never even al
lowed himselfthe happiness Of doing gen.
erous action. lie never sought the reputa-
ton, while living, Of being benevolent or
charitable. To the day OF his death he de-
voted himself to accommodating money and
Increasing his possessions. He left lands
and property equal in extent and value to
many European principllity, and he died
totally unlamcntcd. His will showed that
his object in accumulating was to build up
n name for beneyolcncc after death. lie
could 10, carry his fortune with him, and
he bCquelthed The greater part Of il TO the
city OF Baltimore, where he was born, and
the city of New Orleans, where he resided.
The wonderful vanity OF appearing TO be
great man after he was IN the grave, made
him deny himself nll rational hnppiness in
life. The instances are very rare in which
large estates, leil for benevolent and chari-
table purposes, have been administered 80
as To fulfil the tcstator's wishes. a will OF
that kind can rarely be faithfully executed.
a great amount ofpropeny is always wasted
In litigation, and trustees always take a
wide license IN the management OF their
trust. This h!cDonOugh estate, which was
believed TO be worth many millions, has
been depleted and reduced by litigation,
and at length, after some years have elapsed
since the dcccasc Of McDonough, the Sn-
preme Court of Louisiana have substantial
ly declared the will n nuiiIy. The estate
Wi be distributed among number of
private hands. The cities of New Orleans
and Baltimore will obtain considerable prop
cry, which may become very valuable; but
II will not amount TO anything like what was
expected, aud the grand plans 1.-THE ,es,a,or,
which formed the dream of his misery life,
will never be carried out.-Phiid. BuLie!in.
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BIDDEFORD, Me. APRIL
tered wild, hysrerical laugh, and fell his

ltered q wild, hysierical laugh, and fell his
length, in convulsions on the floor.
He was, few weeks Afterwards, taken
from his prison, and tried for perjury; bu,
his reason forsook him, and instead of the
prison, he is now raving in mad. .house.-
Thus was avarice and parsimony, and indif.
ference to the suffering Of the poor, pun.
ished in this life. The acts Of this selfish
man show to all how that acquisiiiveness,
wrongiully directed, is fatal to its possess
ors.
Col. McHenry proved to be bachelor /;
and though little turned of,hirty, his heart
was keenly alive to all the finer sensibili,ies
of our nature. He could feel for the down.
trodden poor, and sympaihize with the un-
fortunate. To this truth none could more
positively attest than the young friend Of
the golden clasp; for ere two moons had
waned, che rcjoiced IN the euphonic title Of
Mrs. Col. McHenry, surrounded with all
the appearance of-wcalth that a grateful
heart could enjoy or even wish.
Her poor, afflicted mother was well pro-
vided for, when she soon recovered her
health, ana happiness and prosperity smiled
upon all.
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lIUMOR ~ THE PULPIT. - Old Bishop
Aymer, seeing his congregation pretty gem
erully asleep, took his Hebrew Bible from
his pocket and read chapter, which reused
attention, when the old minister sharply re-
bukcd them for sleeping when they might
have understood hin, and listening when
they knew not a word he said.
OF the witty DR.. Smith il is said that,
preaching before King Charles he saw that
po,entate asleep; he stopped short, and in
q loud and altered tone o. voice three times
called out, "Lord Lludcrdalc." His Lord.
ship stood up and looked at the preacher
who addressed him with great composurc,
"Aly Lord. am sorry to interrupt your re.
pose, but must beg Of you not to snore so
loud, lest you should wake the King"
Andrew Fuller, one Sunday afternoon,
saw the people, during the singing Of the
hymn before the sermon, composing them
selves for comfortable nap, and, taking
the Bible, he beat 1t against the side Of ths
pulpit, making a great noise. Attention
being excited, he said, ~ am often afraid
that preach you TO sleep, but 1t can't bc
my fault to-day, for you arc asleep before
have begun
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The Bride at the Altar.

"Shc stood before the altar, young, pure
and beautiful. Thought, intellect, and &c
Mus were stamped on that queenly brow
and in those flashing eyes. Never had she
looked so beautiful as on that bridal morn
A robe Of purest white encrcled her lovely
form, her only ornament white rose, placed
in her dark, luxuriant hair. What tide OF
emotions is swelling within her bosom us
thought after thought rushes through her
mind In quick succession! All that the
past has known Of happiness Is present with
her now. The joyous hours of childhood,
the youthful friends who have twined like
tendrls around the affections of her young
heart, mothers undying love and care, the
deep affection ofa veneratcd father, the pure
love Of noble brother, she feels keenly
that she is leaving perhaps forever. Should
he upon whose arms she leans prove unkind,
separated from those loved ones, to whom
can she look for love and sympathy? 1t
was but moment the painful thought filled
her mind, yet her bright eyes are sufiuscd
with tears. She raises them to the face Of
the noble, manly form at her side, and ban.
ishes the idea forever, and with woman's
confidence and unbounded love, pronounces
the VOW which decides her future happiness
or misery. Beautiful being! may the dreams
of thy young heart be realized! .Mdyest
thou nerer kuoW the misery Of biighied gbec-
ton! May he upon whom thy best atiec-
tions have been bestowed, fondly cherish
thee, and never wound thee with indifler-
ence or neglect! May the sunshine Of pros
pcrity beam upon thee! May you live holy,
useful and happy, and when death shall
separate you, may ycu be admitted to the
home Of the angels, where the roses Of love
forever bloom -
This piece was copied from the Ladies
Repository for August, 1850; its author
Miss A. Crofut.
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Woman In Sickness.

In no situation and under no crcumstan-
ccs does the female character appear TO such
advantage, as when watching beside the
bed of sickness. The chamber of disease
may indeed be said to be woman's home.
We there behold her in her loveliest, most
attractive point of view-frm, without be-
ing harsh; tender. yet no weak active, yet
quiet; gentle, patient, uncomplainlng, vigil
liant. Every sympathetic feeling that SO
peculiarly graces the feminine character, Is
there called forth-whie the native strength
OF mind which has hitherto sumbcrcd in In
activity, is. reused to It's fullest energy
With noiseless step she moves about the
chamber Of the invalid her listening car
ever ready to catch the slightest murmur
her quick, kind glance, TO interpret the un-
uttered wish and supply the half formed
want. She smooths with careful hand the
uneasy pillow which supports the aching
head, or with cool hand smoo,lfs the fovcred
brow, or profers to the glazed and parching
lip the grateful draughl, happy if she meet
one kind glance in payment for her labor OF
love. Hers is the low whispered voice
which breathes OF life and hope-of health
in store Tor happy days to come! or tells OF
better and of heavenly rest, where neither
sorrow nor disease can conc-wherc the
dark power of death shall no more have
dominion over the frail, suffering, perishipg
clay. Through the dim, silent watches Of
the night when all around are hushed in
sleep, 1t is hers to keep lone yigils, and TO
hold communion with her God, and silently
lift up her heart in fervent prayer, for the
prolonga,ion of life for which she would
cheerfully sacrifice her own. And even
when exhausted nature sinks to brief reposc,
forgetfulness is denied. Even in sleep she
seems awake TO the one great object OF her
care. She starts aud rises from her slum-
bers, raises her dropping head, watches
with dreamy eyes the face she loves, then
sinks again TO rest, to start with every chime
OF clock or distant sound, which formerly
had passed nnheard, or only served as lul
laby TO her sweet repose.
How lovely does the wife, the mother,
the sister, or the friend, become to the eye
of grateful affection, while administering
ease, comfort, nay, almost life itself, TO the
husband, the son, the brother, or the friend.
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daughter of the late DR.. Woodward, of thai
town. The services were in the church
performed by Rev. Rufus Ellis of Boston, q
former pastor. The writer says
The church was very beautifully decora'.
ed with flowers and everrreens, provided
and arranged by the mem9srs OF the Sunday
school. The center vase, in which were
twelve callas, a large number Of ,ca-roses,
and other white flowers, mingled with the
rich green Of the laurel, with full wreath
Of colored flowers at its base, was exceed.
ingly beautiful and the side vases were very
pretty. Brides are said TO be always benu,i.
iul, but the bride of ''our church." in her
white dress and veil, with no ornaments save
a few real and fragrant orange flowers, was,
to us, more than beautiful, for she is beloy.
cd by all who know her. ]; was altoge,he'
a scene Of deep interest and beauty
picture worthy the pencil Of poe, OF painter,
Impressed upon our memory forever.
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Vol. XIV-No. Is.

rotice here, and 90 out in the opened letters.
No now they are all sent TO a paper mill aud
manufactured as writing paper
We passed another room, where were
many lnemen,os of the good old days be-
fore the laws OF pre-payirg postage went
into effect. There were two or three huge
stones which had been sent for a joke In
yolylng an immense amount Of postage 10
be paid by some unfortunate, who luckily
never received the ponderous packiges-a
gigantic rag baby said TO have been sen, 10
some vincgar.faced old mcid-a neatly
manufactured night cap, which some indig-
nant old 5achclnr-namc not recordcd-rc-
fused in high dudgeon, to receive, .nd
which consequently, found lis way here, aud
a dlgucrcotypc of a young man, which had
cracked across the nose, and wrathlully
sent back by some fair damsel with whom
&. he had quAuclled.
= We asked the Postmaster General, 10
whom we were introduced, how II happened
that all the employees Of tho Dead Letter
Office were gray-hiircd old men.
Because they have more discretion, and
less curiosity he said, smiling. Younger
men could not be depended upon; they
would probably read the letters oitencr.'
And why don't you empoly ladies?
am sure they could discharge the duties adj
mirably.'
Indeed said the Postmaster General,
mischicvcusly, Il am afraid their curiosity
would be SO extreme that the department
would fall into incxplicablc confusion, to
say nothing of the number Of secrets they
would ferret out Of the dead letters
We were so indignant at this horrible
and heretical opinion that We asked no fur
thor questions, but took our leave much
gratiiied with our novel and interesting ex-
perience in the Dead Letter Office at Wash
ton.
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LiFE'S POETRY.

The proudest poetry Of youth
ls-"IYOUH Irers a man
The golden years that lie between,
Youth like dream would span
'Tis in its thought, tits in its heart
'Tis ever on its tongue;
But oh ! the poetry OF age
Is this -" WheR Irds yousg!"
Thus. in the morn Of life, our feet
Would distant pathways ind;
The sun still face TO face we greet,
The shddocs tai behind!
But when the morn Of life is DER,
And nature grows less kind,
The leugthning shadow ereeps before
TAs suaI,SAt falls behind!
With many a murmer slow and sad,
The stream Of life flows on
That which We priIed not tches tce lad,
Is doubly prized soAen gone!
And many a sad and solemn truth
Lies written on LIES page,
Between the Poetry OF fOHth "
And "Poetry Of Age"
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az GENTLE WITH THY WIFE.
Br FANNY FERS

De gentle for you little know
How many trials rise;
Although TO thee they may be small,
To her Of giant sine.
BE gentle though perehaAee that Lin
May speak . marmuring tone,
The heart may beat With kiudnsss vet,
And Joy to be thine own.
Be gentle weary hours Of pain
lis uoman's lot TO bear
Then yield her what support thou can,
And oil her souows share.
De gentle for the noblest hearts
At times may have some grief,
And even In . pettish word,
Nay seek 20 hnd relief
De gentle for unkindness now
May rouse an angry storm,
That all the after years Of life
In vain may strive TO calm.
BE gentle none are perfect
Thou'rt desrer far than life;
Then husband bear, and still forbear-
De gentle to thy wife.
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O. a certain man went TO a Dcrvish and
proposed three questions: First-"Why do
they say that God is omnipresent' ! do
not see him IN any place-show me where
hc-is. Second-Why is man punished for
crimes, since whatever he does proceeds
from God; Man has no free will, Tor he
cannot do anything contrary TO the will Of
God, and il he had power he could do ev-
erything for It's own good. Third-liow
can God punish Satan Ia hell fire, since ho
is formed of that element. and what i'm
preston can fire make on itself?
The Dervish took up large clod Of earth
and struck him on the head with it. The
man went TO Cady and said:
III proposed three questions to such
Deryish, who flung clod Of earth at my
head, which made my head ache"
The Cady having sent for the Der'ish'
asked of him:
"Why did you throw that clod OF EARN
a, bis head, instead Of answering us queS-
ton ~
The Deryish rcplicd;, ;.
,.Tbo clod Of earth was an answer 10 his
s,ccch. IIe says he has pain in his head
H., him show that 10 me and will make
CD visible to him. And why does he ex-
h,bit a complaint against me Whatever |
did was the act Of God, and did not strike
without the will OF God. What power DO
possess' And as he is compound Of tho
earth, how eau he suffer from that element.
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WHAT . LIVE FOR.

1 live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are Kind and true;
For Heaven that smiles above US,
And waits my spirit too,
For all the human ties that bind me
For all the task that God assigned me
For the bright hopes left behind me,
And the good that | can do.
I live TO learn their story.
Who suffered for my sake;
To emulate their glory,
And follow In their wake;
Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
The noble Of all ages,
Whose deeds crowd History's pages,
And Times great volume makes.
I live TO hold communion
With all that is divine
'Twixt natures heart and mine;
To profit by afilietion,
Heap truths from fields Of fiction.
Grow wiser from conviction,
And fulfill each grand design.
I live TO hail that season
BY gifted minds foretold,
When men shall rule by reason
And not alone by gold;
When man 10 man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted,
As Eden was Of old.
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FrOm the Atlantic Monthly.
TELLING the BEES.
nj y. O. WHITTIER.

Here Is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path i took
You can see the gap in the old wall still
And the stepping stones in the shallow brook
There is the house. with the gate red-baned.
And the poplars tall
And the barns brown length. and the eattle-yard
And the white horns tossing above the wall.
There are the bee-hives ranged in the sun;
And down by the brink
or the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'euun
Pansy and dafodil, rose and pink.
A year has gone, as the tortoise goes,
Heavy and slow;
And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows
And the same brook sings Of year ago.
There's the same sweet clover-smell In the breeze
And the June sun warm
Tangles his wings Of fire in the trees,
Setting. as then over fernside farm.
mind me how with n lovers care
From nv Sunday coat
brushed of the burrs. and smoothed my hair,
And cooled at the buookside my brow an'
throat.
Since we parted. month had passed.
To love, year;
Down thro' the beeeehes. looked at last
On the little red gate and the well-sweep near
OF light through the leaves,
The sundown's blaze on her window-pane.
The bloom Of her roses under the caves.
Just the same a. n month before
The house and the trees,
The barns brown gable, the vine by the door
Nothing changed but the hives OF the bees.
Before them. under the garden.wall,
Forward and back,
Went dre.riiy singing. the ehore-girl small,
Draping each hive with shred Of black.
Trembling. listened; the summer sun
Had the chill Of snow;
For knew she was "telling the bees OF one
Gone on the journey We all must go
Then said to myself. "My Mary weeps
For the dead to-day;
HAPPY her blind old grandsire sleeps
The fret and the pain Of his age away"
But her dog whined low; ON the doorway sill.
With his cane 10 his chin,
The old man sat and the ehore girl still
Sung TO the bees stealing out and In.
And the song she was singing ever since
In my ear sounds on
"Stay at home, pretty bees, ay not hence
Mistress Mary is dead and gone"
"a remarkable custom, brought from the Old
Country, formerly prevailed in the rural districts
Of New England. On the death Of a member OF
the family, the bees were at once informed OF the
event. and their hives dressed in mourning
This ceremonial was supposed TO be necessary TO
prevent the swarms from leaving their hives and
seeking new home.
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simple question: Shall Slavery, with al
its blighting and all its political power, be
extended over the free territories of the
Union? Not by my consent. Never will
| compromise upon one single point, SO far
as am individually concerned, that will al
low what consider to be death blow to
all the free principles of our institutions to
be extended over one solitary foot of free
soil beneath the circuit of the sun.
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SACRED Music. AT first il was whis-
per among the lowly in the dwellings OF the
poor. S,ealihily 1t afterwards was murmur-
ed in the palace Of the Caesars. In the
dead night, in the depths of the catacombs,
it trembled in subdued melodies filled with
love of Jesus. At length The grand cathe.
dral arose, and the stately spire, courts and
arches echoed, pillars shook with the thun-
der Of the majestic organ, and choirs sweet
ly altuned, joined their voices in all the
moods and measures OF the religious heart,
in its most exalted, most profound, most in
tense experience put into lyrical expression.
! know that piety may reject, may repel
this form of expression, still these sublime
ritual harmonies cannot but give the spirit
that sympa,bizes with them, the sense Of a
mightier being. But sacred music has pow
er without ritual. In the rugged hymn,
which connects itself, not alone with imnor.
tality, but also with the memory Of brave
saints, there is power. There is power in
the hymn our fathers joined. Grand were
those rude psalms which once arose amidst
the soIitudes Of the Alps. Grand were
those religious songs, sung in brave devo.
ton by the prosecuted Scotch, in the depths
Of their moors and their glens. The hun
dred,h psalm, rising in the iullness Of three
thousand voices up into the clear sky, brok.
ell among the rocks, prolonged and modu'
lated through valleys, sof,ehcd over the sur
face Of mounted guarded lakes, had .
grandeur and majesty, contrasted with
which mere art is poverty and meanness
And while thus rejecting on sacred music
we think with wonder on the Christian
Church--on its power and on its compass
Less than nineteen centuries ago, It's frs
hymn was sung in the upper chamber o
Jerusalem; and those who sung il wer,
quickly scattered. And now the Christian
hymn is one that never ceases--one that i
heard in every tongue; and the whisper o
that upper chamber Is now a chorus tha
fills the world.-Rer. Henry Giles.
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MARRIAGE OF A PASTOR IN his owS
CHURCH. The Northampton correspondent
OF the Springfield Republican reports the
marriage Of Rev. Mr.. Silsbee Of the Uni-
tartan church, to Miss Maria Woodward,
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III A memorandum is posted in the Liver
pool Underwriters Rooms, 20 the effect that
'thc ship Gertrude. from New Orleans 70
Liverpool. was spoken 10Th February, on
Key West, having put back 400 miles to s''o
up runaway negro.
The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1858-06-14

lMsrdsyI sssrrOor at hree ooiok, WithOu. rurhsr
tcs.
MURPHY At Port Jervts " Y OF rtursdas, yuae -
after lingering Illness, kAsr, wife fsacs D. Murray
aged % years
Der remains were taiea 70 Newark, N. J.. Tor iutr
meat
Newark, N j, aud Indiana pagers pssse JOY
PrryEsos % SUNDAY. Jure IL AGrEs Pr, sR3,s wife
Of the John fsserson, Of Forrsa socsan assa a
yea,s ard months
Ser frteros, ami scquartances OF family are re-
speCtfuy ipvikd Et1no the faoessi from 40 IT2 ges
Tsspsy ftx,h sre this (nord~y, srrerno1n at s~s
coloct without fu her notice Hsr remains viii he sR1
" Greenwood
psrrs Cu Friday, Jurs n CHARLES Bus,xR, only
child q Augustus and Sarah Fisher Pestbone, ageds
weeks.
RAsDotPB-on Saturday, June H. JouS l., son Of jon
y. arc Mary Randolph, ssed years ahd months.
Orareo county papcr pi~asc copy.
Rorf.-On Suncsy morning, June ID, ~ oousaupssos
ElzABsrH Aav0ror Rom. daughter Of DAnel md bornh
EcG. eyed fS years, moth AUD 10 caps.
The seiaves and friends n the family most respsot
Holy Commrnou Garner of Tseutiesb street aAd baaAb
avenue ~ nah pasttwo o'clock precA.Ay
ScRinsxn On Sa urdsy Juue H. Mr. Srsvgsy S0sDvus,
aee0 66 year,. months ana Gays
fhe relatives friends Of the family respectfu.U
invited 10 attend the funersi TUESDAY morning. aixAt
O'Clock, from hh late residence, No 264 Hiorh
His remains vii be asca ~ Wesechester county, n. r.
WYoEoFy.on Friday morning. June II, ions WYcxopv,
eldest son OF FERDINAND L. Wycson in the o0th yoar -
his age.
The iecds ~ the family invited attend tins ruus
raj this (koucayD aernoon 81 two O'Clock from lac
residence woodhaven, Dear Centrevllle Csarse, L. l.