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Year: 1859

BLACK AND WHrrE-The Mountain
Democrat is Mortified and disgusted that
seventy-two white females were married
to negroes last year in the State of Mas
sachusetts. We verify believe the
seventy-two are guilty of a crime against
nature. AT any rate their taste is not
to be admired. But the publication of
the fact by the Mountain Democrat is
doubtless for the purpose of casting
odium upon the people of the glorious
old commonw ealth of Massachusetts,
Before parading such evidences against
State and her people. we would advise
our cotemporary to prove satisfactorily
that the million of mulattoes at the South
are the actual product of black and
'ohite ourang- outangs, legitimately pro-
duced, as simon pure niggers are of the
black.
Year: 1859

ITALIAN NEwsPAPER.-An organ for
the Italians has made its appearance at
San Francisco. There are enough of
that sort of people in the State to sup
port newspaper of the kind if they
wouid
Year: 1859

CONVENTION TO REVISE THE CoNsTI
TUTIoN.-A motion towards constitu-
tional convention has been made in the
Legislature. 1t is just in time. The
people can vote upon the question at
the next election, and the Legislature
of next wintermake provision for calling
the convention in 1860. AS the census
of the State is to be taken next year by
the general government, and as the elec
ton of 1860, comes off in November,
there is time to get the census returns
for the basis of an apportionment before
the assembling of convention, which
can complete its labors in ample time to
elect officers under the new constitution
at the general election of 1850. Should
a new constitution be formed the reform
government can commence one year
from the first Of January next and much
expense be saved the State.
Year: 1859

CRoooDLEs.-After buryng the eggs in the
soil, there to be matured by the sun, the female
visits, from time to time, the place in which
they are secreted and just as the period of hatch
ing is completed, exhibits her eagerness for her
offspring in the anxiety with which she comes
and goes, walks around the nest of her hopes,
scratches the fractured shell, and by signs
which resemble the bark Of dog, excites the
half-extricated young to struggle forth into life.
When she has beheld, with this sort of joy, fear
and anxiety, the last of her offspring quit its
broken easement, she leads them forth into the
plashy pools away from the river, and among
the thick underwood, to avoid the predatory
visits of the father, whose palate delights in
nothing more than the favor of his own young,
which he eats remorselessly on every oppor-
tunity. In this season of care and watchtul-
ness over them, she is ferocious, daring, and
morose, guarding with inquietude her young,
whenever they wander. She turns when they
turn ,and by whining and grunting shows pecu-
liar solcitude to keep them in such pools only
as are much to shallow for the resort Of the full
grown reptile,
Year: 1859

A fellow who married a termigant who drove
him to desperation, and finally to death, just
before dying, requested friend to have the
following brief yet pungent inscription upon
his tomb Slain by a inw-bone "
Year: 1859

BRoADCLoTH THE ENEMY OF IlEALTH-
Professor Hamilton. in an able address on
hygiene to the graduates OF the Buffalo
Medical College, denOunces broadcioth as
an enemy to eSercissr and therefore to
health His remarks are pointed and SEN
sble. He says:


American gentlemen have adopted as n
national costume, broadcloth-a thin, tight
fitting black suit OF broadcloth. TO To-
reicners, we seem always to be IN mourn
ing: we travel in black, we write in black,
and we work in black The priest, the
lawyer, the doctor, the literary man. the
mechanic, and even the day laborer,
choose always the same unvarying. mono
tonous black broadcloth; Il style and ma
teral which never ought to have been
ador:ed out of the drawing room or the
pulpit because ii is a feeble and expensive
fabric: because it is at the North no suita-
bic protection against the cold, nor is it in
deed any more suitable az the South. 1t is
too thin to be warm in the winter and too
black TO be cool in the summer; but esp :
ciailv do we object to ii because the wearer
is always soiling it by exposure. Young
gentlemen will not play ball, or pitch
ouoits, or wrestle and tumble, or any other
similar thing, lest their broadcloth should
he offended. They will not 20 out into the
storm, because the broadcloth will lose its
lustre if rain falls upon it; they will not
run because they have no confidence in the
strength of the broadcloth; they dare not
mount a horse, or leap a fence, because
broadcloth, as everybody knows, is SO faith
less. So these young men, and these old
er men, merchants, mechanics, and all,
learn to walk, talk. and think soberly and
carefully; they seldom venture even to
laugh to the full extent of their sides.
Year: 1859

A CORRESPONDENT writing from Niagara
Falls says that where thcsuspension bridge
originally sagsed only two or three inches
under the weight OF a train. it now says
nearly twenty inches. The general inn
preston in the neighborhood is that this
great work of art will one OF these days
give way and fall into the river. Visitors
now walk over the bridge. instead of cross
ing in the trains as formerly.
Year: 1859

1t would appear from the following extract
from the Italian correspondence of the Philla
delphia Bulletin, that the demented king o.
Prussia has not been permanently improved
by his residence at Nice:


The king, before coming to Italy, for
about three hours every day was quite crazy,
but since his arrival, he has mnch improved
and there were great hopes that the pristine
vigor of intellect for which he had previously
been celebrated, would be quite restored.-
Every day the alterations were less decided
and finally he was so much better, that the
Doctors allowed a small dinner party. The
Royal patient was perfectly sane all day, re-
ceived his guests, chatted laughed and was
quite jolly; the dinner was announced, the
company marched in, the King of course took
his place at the head of the table, and every
body waited for him to set the example to
put their spoons in their mouths. But instead
of doing what was expected of him, his Ma
jesty deliberately washed his face in the soup,
and then sat complacently smiling on his
friends, the long strings of vermicelli hanging
down over his eyes and nose, and his hair and
moustache. You may imagine the effect no
one dared to laugh, however, and they had to
sit out the dinner with this ridiculous figure
head covered with gravy, (for he sternly re-
fus ID towels talking to them al. the while.
Some Central American traveller relates that
the dandies in an Abyssinian U thinkit was)
town, used tOput pound of butter on their
heads, and then walk in the sun but think
my story is the best.
Year: 1859


How shall know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we treads
For shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain,
If there | meet thy gentle presence not;
Nor hear the voice love- nor read again


In thy serener eye the tender thought.
Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?
That heart whose fOndest throbs to me were given
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,
and must thou never utter it in Heaven?
In meadows famed BY Heaven life breathing wind
In the resplendence OF that glorious sphere,
And larger movements of the unfettered mind,
Wilt though forget the love that joined us here
The love that lived through all the stormy past
And meekly with my harsher nature bore,
And deeper grew, anu tenderer to the last


Shall it expire with life, and be no more?
A happier lot than mine, and larger light,


Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will
In'eheerful homage to the rule of right, t I :
And lowest all, and renderest good for ill.
For me, the sordid cares in which dwell.


Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll
And wrath has left its scar-that fire of hell
Has left its frghtful scar upon my soul.
Yet though thou wear st the glory of the sky,
Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name,
The same fair, thoughtful brow, and gentle eye
Lovelier in Heavens sweet climate yet the same
Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,
The wisdom that learned 80 i'll in this
The wisdom which is love-till become


Thy ut companion in the land of bliss?
Year: 1859

Standing in shop-door with friend the
other morning, he wished to wager us that the
next three men who passed us would bear
straws in their hands,
Is there bale of straw lying upon the
sidewalk, up the street ~ we asked.
Laughing he answered.


eyes"


True enough, of the six persons who next
came along five had straws in their hands
which they were toying with or nibbing be.
tween their teeth. The sixth occupied with
his own thoughts pushed gravely on, paying
no heed to trihes, wisps or spears of straw
Here then was decided display of character
The first straw bearers were either men al
ease in mind and body,o they were such per-
sons as are easily directed from their course
by any chance allurement that crosses theil
path. .' '''S'


Number six Is more sure to look after
number one, and is more likely to succeed in
business ard affairs of the world, than either
of the others, but he may not be so happy a
heart. He is intent on some pursuit. HI
has no thought of pleasure or the bye play o
| life, and is looking strictly and straight for
ward after main chance .
Straws, it is said, show which ways the
wind blows, and the same little indexes n ay
point as clearly the bias and course of hu
man character. This is one morality by the
shop-door. ... .. 4.
Year: 1859


without-the young moon. pale as shroud
Climbs through the iringes Of the cloud,
That sivers in its light;
And underneath the purple sky,
The sound of small waves creeping by
Goes whispering through the night.
Within-a brooding sense of i'll
Hangs Der the room so strangely still,
Like shadows o'er a tomb.
Where heavy curtains, fold on fold
Shut in the silence weird and cold,


And two hearts in the gloom.
Two hearts, but one has found release,
One face hath caught the look of peace,
They wear beneath the pail;
And one with heavy throbs of dread,
Keeps watch above the shrouded dead,
And prays "God keep us ALL"
Two waxen limbs in quiet rest,
Two meek hands folded on the breast,


As if they clasped prayer;
All, better thus, than day by day,
Along weary sunless way,


4 heavy cross to bear.
White brow too calm for earthly bliss,
Dumb lips too cold for love to kiss,


Young heart of wealth untold,
Sweet eyes! that shone with changeless ray
How can we hide you all away


Beneath the staining mould.
Dear sleeper! when the daisies blow
In the old church yard, will you know


My footsteps, if | come?
Will you not feel the sunbeams creep,
Across your grave through all your sleep,


And hear the wild bees hum?
And when the toisome day is flown,
If 1 shall sit and sing alone,


The song we loved so much,
Will not your fingers, light as air,
Glide as Of old adOwn my hair,


With soft caressing touch?
Oh Life Oh Death in vain seek
To read the mystery that We speak,


Its meaning lies too deep;
So through my tears l look to Heaven,
And say, " Our Fathers hand hath given


His well-beloved Sleep"
Year: 1859

They found her dead
One snowy morning in the open street,
per ID cheek resting on the pearly sheet
.W' Around her spread ( 2.:1i
And on her lips quiet smile reposed.
As If in sleep life's weary dream had closed.


She slept the last, last sleep.
Death seal was on her brow and She had ra.sed
Tired and and suffering, to her home at last
Leaving no friends to weep,
No loving ones to come at sunset hours
To sprinkle on her bosom tears and flowers.


No warm and gentle hand
Clasp'd hers 10 tenderness, as in the night
She went out gently from this world ofight


Into the shadowy land.
No earthly watcher fingered at her side
To hear the last low murmur when she died.


But did she die alone?
No! not alone; one friend kept watch with her,
One gentle voice, one loving smile was near
- 7 The desolate unknown .... ID: -.-
One hand of mercy led her 'er deaths foam
Into the better land 10 friends and home, & &
Year: 1859

"A Western paper contains the following
advertisement


wants situation, practical printer,
who is competent totake charge Of any de-.
partment in printing and publishing house.
Would accept professorship in any of the
academies. Has no objection to teach orna-
mental painting and penmanship, geometry,
trigonometry and many other sciences. Is
particularly suited to act as pastor to small
evangelical church, or as local preacher. He
would have no objection to form small but
select class of interesting young ladies, to in
struct in the highest branches. To a dentist
or chiropodist he would be invaluable, as he
can do almost anything. Would board with
family decidedly pious. For further par
t,eulars inquire of Col. Buffalo, at Browns
Year: 1859

At twilight's soft and gentle hour


When shadows Ger the dull earth creep,
And nature feels the soothing power


Of coming night and balmy sleep
When the tired lab'rer hastens home


HIS wife and little ones TO kiss,
And the young beauty anxiously


Awaits loves hour of dream like bliss
When II est-ward HE both bird and bee,
Ny fondest thought is still for theel
Again at midnight's solemn hour,


When eyes are closed and lips are still,
And Silence, like spirits form, .. t.,
Rests sweetly on each vale and hill,
When Love and Grief sit side by side
Around some sinking sufferers bed,
Or Crime in shadow seeks to hide


A form to every virtue dead
Fen then in dreams thy form see,
Or waking fondly turn to thee
At rosy morn, when like gleam
From some lar brighter sphere than ours,
The sunlight with its golden sheen


AwakeS the world aud tints the MOWERS
When birds their tuneful numbers raise
And chant welcome to the dawn,
When Nature lifts her voice in praise,
And day, creation-like, Is borp-
Then. when are hymns from land and sea,
| bow TO Heaven and think of thee!





No hand to press-no voice to cheer,
No form to meet in Pleasures bowers,
No song to melt the soul to tears
No welcome home with looks OF JOY,


No gentle song to tell of love,
No day dreams of our cherished boy,
No child-like eyes to point above
No hand to soothe the ruff1ed brow,
Alas! how much miss thee now!
Pity the wretch, who, doomed to roam
From day to day this lowly sphere,
Unloved by any-loving none,


Still wasting on from year to year,
As lonely as some twinkling orb


That trembles in the distant sky,
4 watcher mid the hosts of night


With none to share its company
Unloved while living, and when dead,
With none heart-wrung tear to shed!
Alas how cold and desolate


The path of such a one must be,
How dim his hopes-hOw sad his fate,
How cherries his lone destiny!
No eye to mark each changing look,


No lip his fever'd brain to press;
No gentle one in whisper low,


With kindly words his ear TO Bless
To point his thoughts from earth to sky,
And paint some bright Futurity!
WHY do we live? Afections-ties
That swell and form within the breast,
That intertwine our sympathies


With hopes and joys that make us blest-
These point the painting spirit up


To mildcr realms beyond the skies,
And whisper to the trembling soul
New bliss awaits in paradise
Oh, what were life with love away,
Where earth its bOund-its limit clay!
Then soon return, fond one, return,
Thy greeting shall be Kind and true,
Loves lamp again shall brightly burn,
And life its purest joys renew
Oh absence, like the clouds that throw
Thick shadows Ger the summer sky,
But, passing, leave a brighter glow,
A deeper, purer blue on high:
So now wait the passing gloom,
That light again may gladden. home!
Year: 1859

Oft when ploughing the mighty deep,
I've beheld HIS grandeur in the placid ruff.
fling oil the waves-in the gentle breeze oil
Heaven that waited me to far off cline
in the fury of the tempest-in lound sound
ing bursts of thunder, amid vivid flashes oil
! lightning-aye,! at a time when fancy pic
tured 10 my imagination the jaws of the
ocean as my tomb, and my dirge the eter.
nal music OF its roar. Then again Fve
viewed it in the abatement of the storm
in the ceasing Of His anger-in the reno.
vated splendor of the sky--in the returning
brilliancy of the stars-in the unparalleled
beauty of the luminary of highland in the
tranquility of the winds.


Reader Dost thou think that man can
adequately portray the grandeur Of his Ma.
kerr Dost thou suppose that he can date
on that which is beyond the ken of mortali-
ty? The student, in the solitude of his lit
tie chamber, may trim and replenish his
midnight lamp and outwatch the slow. pa.
ced eve; the poet may call in requisition
his breathing thoughts, and array them in
the all powerful garb of burning eoquence;
the orator may summon 10 his aid the force
OF that mighty mind with which lie endow-
ed him; the learned divine, in the hallcw-
ed temple, may extend his hands, uplift his
eyes, and bend his knees in the solemn at
titude of prayer, and in accents of thanks.
giving and of praise. But tits all in vain 10
correctly discuss a theme, which is adm
fnitum, sublime and magnificent.
Grandeur Of Godl Ye can witness it in
the glorious gift Of intellect to man-read it
in the purer language of his brow-in the
splendor OF thought-in that victory of mind
which causes'the mighty of earth to recog.
nize the magnificent brightness of his name,
and the beautiful to hail the brilliancy of
his talents as a tailsman of love.


Contemplate 1t in the mechanism OF the
human heart-in the construction of the
casket by which it is enclosed-in that i'm.
mortality therein which will flourish in eter-
nal youth, long, long after the encircling
dust hath crumbed 10 that from which it
emanated.


Behold it in the pleasing melody of the
birds as they tune TO Heayen their songs in
the placid harmony of the air-in the love-
ly flowers as they throw around their rich
est perfume-in the rivulets as they leap
on their courses-in the glowing loveliness
and unmasked beauty of nature:


"ln every stream his bounty flows,


Diffusing joy and wealth;


In every breeze his spirit blows


The breath o. life and health"
Year: 1859

Did 1t ever occur to you TO endeavor 10
compute or realize 10 the mind the count
less myriads of living entities, that make
the numbers of Tie human race appear as
but "handful OF corn" 10 the harvest of
whole continents? Here is a little bottle,
containing about cubic inch of fluid it
is not a pleasant compound, being only an
infusion Of putrid flesh but it will answer
our purpose wonderfully. We will take
very minute drop of it on the poin: of
needle, and transfer it 10 the stage of the
microscope, and carefully, Ito avoid wet
ting the CLASSY bring down the one.eighth
OF an inch object glass 20 bear upon it. Now
look and you will see countless swarms of
moving creatures, loo small even under
this very high power TO allow their form 10
be clearly defined. You may see, howev-
er: that some are round, some oval some
pyriform, and some fnsiform. Wherever
you look they are so closely crowded TO.
gether that there is no interval between
them; each is perhaps on an average the
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tweaty.four thousandth of an inch in diam
erer; in one ordinary sized drop of water
there will be about eight thousand millions
of living beings; and in this little bottle


containing only one cubic inch, there are
so many that it would employ the whole of
the inhabitants of England and Wales a
fortnight 10 count them allowing each,
adult or infant, to count one hundred every
minute for ten hours each day in other
words, about fourteen thousand times as
many as the whole human Inhabitants of
the earth. In your field of view just now,
you have much less than the hundredth
part OF drop of the fluid; yet you try in
vain TO form any directly enumerative con-
ception Of the multitude Eclectic Magazine
Year: 1859

Michael Baird, (or Bear, as he was some
times called,) who lived near Little York,
Pennsylvania, was miserable miser. His
father left valuable iarm of five hundred
acres in the vicinity OF York, with some
farming and household articles. He kept
tavern for number of years-married and
raised four children. He accumulated an
immense estate which he reserved so tena-
ciously that he never offered dollar for the
education of his children. He was never
known 10 lay out one dollar in cash, for
any article he might be in want of he
would either do without it, or find some
person who would barter with him ior
something he could not conveniently sell for
the money. He tarmed largely, and kept a
large dislillery, which he supplied entirely
with his own grain. He kept team for
conveyance of his whiskey and -four TO
Baltimore, where, when he could not sell
for money at price to suit him, he barter
ed for neeessaries for his family and tavern.
In this way he amassed an estate worth
four hundred thousand dollars. Such was
his attachment to money that he was never
known to credit a single dollar TO any man.
Upon the best mortgage or other security
that could be given he would not lend a
cent. He never invested one dollar in pub
lie funds, neither would he keep the notes
OF any bank longer than he could get them
changed. He deposited his specie in an
iron chest, until it would hold no more. He
then provided a strong iron-hooped barrel,
which he also filled. After his death his
strong boxes yielded two hundred and thir-
ty thousand dollars in gold and silver


The cause of his death was as remarka.
bic as the course of his life. A gentleman
from Virginia offered him twelve dollars a
bushel for one hundred and ten bushels oi
clover seed; but he would not sell it fol
less than thirteen dollars, and they did moi
agree. The seed was afterwards sent to
Philadelphia, where it was sold Tor seven
dollars per bushel, aud brought in the whole
five hundred and fifty dollars less than the
Virgnian had offered for it. On receiving
an account of his sale, he walked through
his farm, went TO his distillery, and gave
directions TO his people. He then went to
his wagon house and hung himself.-Bd
mont Republican.
Year: 1859

SYMPATHY FOR THE ERRlNG.-Ofhow much
OF our indignation against even deliberate
wrong would we be disarmed, if we could
but know ourselves a tithe of all the sorrow,
and trouble, and disappointment the poor,
erring heart had passed through. What
efforts were made in youth 10 stand
up against the pressure of the world, and
how, when fallen from miscaculation, or
an over.confding nature, or want of tact, it
bravely rose up and tried again. and, when
hard necessity came and drove it to the
wall, how it looked around for help, and
waited, still striving to stand upright, and
fell with striving; and even, when fallen,
how it yearned for one more chance TO rise
and be man--how 10th at last TO give up
all for lost ! Could we but see thousandth
part Of these struggles, as they rend our
brothers. bosom, and almost break his heart,
how should it disarm us of our vindictive-
ness and incline US even to run to him and
raise him up, and stand by him, and, with
God.like forgiveness, bid him, "Try, try,
again %