Mt. Vernon Republican (Mount Vernon, Ohio : 1854), 1855-10-16

              . PL : if E ' MMI. , . H'i II jW fl I OFFICE Southwest end ) Kremlin Blook, 2d Floor, "IF A FREE THOUGHT SEEK EXPRESSION, SPEAK IT BOLDLY SPEAK IT ALL." ' i TMH8-f 2 00 per Annua J , if paid in Adranoe. MOUNT VERNON, OHIO, TUESDAY, MORNING OCTOBER 16, J 855. NO. 48. VOL. 1. 1 THE MOUNT TEEM REPUBLICAN IS PUDLISUID EVERT TUESDAY MORNING, T TBI "Republican Printing Company," Incorporated umUr the uentru mid, TERMS. In Advance $2,00; within six months, $3,25 ; after the expiration of sis months, 3,50; after the end of tne year, j uu. Subscribers in town, receiving their papers by carrier, will be charged 12$ cents auui tf.vn.1 Clubs often, $1,75 to be paid invariably in advance. , , . All communications for the paper and busl nsts letters should be addressed to WM H. COCHRAN. Secretary of the Bepublicau Printing Co. Sclcctcb Poetrg. From the Rochester Democrat- The Thousand Islands. , BY OALSI LTOW. The thousand Islands, The thousand Islands, Dimpled, the waves around them smiles, Kiss'd by a thousand red-lipped flowers, . Gemmed by a thousand emerald bowers, A thousand birds their praise wake By rocky glade and plumy brake, A thousand cedars' fragrant shade fall where the Indians' ch ildren played ; And fancy's dream my heart beguiles, While singing ye, Oh Thousand Isles I 5To vestal virgin guards their groves, No Cupid breathes of Cyprian loves, No Satyr's form at eve is seen, Ho Dryad peeps the trees between, No venus rises from their shore, Jfo loved Adonis red with gore, .No pale Endymion wooed to sleep, No brave Leander brests their deep, Ho Ganymede no pleiades 'Theirs are a new world's memories. The flag of France first o'er them hung, The Mass was said, the vespers sung, The fires of Jesus hail'd the strands As blessed Virgin Mary's lands. Next a banner floated with cross and crown, 'Twas Freedom's eagle plucked it down, And mingled with its crimson dyes The stars of its own native skies. There St. Lawrence gentlest flows, There the south wind softest blows, There the lilies whitest bloom. There the birch hath leafless gloom, There the red deer feeds in spring There doth glitter wook-duck'swiog, There leep the muskalonge at morn, There the loon's night song is borne- The (housand Isles, the Thousand Isles, Their charm for every care beguiles ; Tilian alone hath grace to paint The triumph of the patron saint, Whose waves return on memory's tide La Salle and Piquet side by side. Proud Frontense and bold Champlain There act their wanderings o'er again ; And while the golden sunlight smiles, Pilgrims greet thee, Thouiaud Isles- Yankes Inquisitiveness. One . of the last stories of Yankee inquisitiveness makes the victim give his tormentor a direct cut, . ... iP- l 1 I L- I. . .1 in telling nun ne wisuea 10 oe Bsseu, no further Questions. The inquisitor fell back a moment to take breath and change bis tactics, ine Dan- suppressed smile on the faces of the other passengers soon aroasea mm to lurtner ex-rtions, and summoning up more resolution, tie then begun again : " Stranger, perhaps you are not aware how almighty hard it is for a Yankee to control bis curiosity. xouu piease ex use me, but I really would like to know Tour name and residence, and the business jou follow. I expect you aint ashamed of either of em so now won't you just oblige tne This appeal brought out the traveler, who rising un to the extremes! neignt ai lowed by the coach, and throwing back his shoulders replied : " My name is General Andrew Wash ineton. I reside in the State of Mississip pi. I am a gentleman of leisure, and, 1 am glad to be able to say of extensive means. I have heard much of New York and I am on my way to see it ; and if I like it as well as I am led to expect, I intend to buy U!" Then was heard a shout of stentorian laughter ringing throughout the stage coach, and this was the last of that coover cation. Dial Gintlt with the Erring. Thai man possesses an extremely low and grov tiling mind, who rejoices at the downfall . i i i . j. oianomer. a nooie neari, wsieao oi denouncing as a eonsumate scoundrel, one who has erred, will throw around him the mantle of charity and the arms of love, and labor to bring him back to duty and to God. We are not our own keepers. Who knows when we shall so far forget ourselves as to put forth a right hand and sin. Heaven keeps us in the narrow path . But, if we should fall, where would be the end of our course, if in every face we saw a frown, and on every brow we read vengeance ; deeper and deeper would we descend in the path of infamy ; when if a different spirit were manifested towards us, we might have stayed our career of ruin and died an upright and honest man. Deal gently with those who go astray. Draw them back by love and pursuasion, a kind .word is more valuable to the lost than, a mine of gold. Think of this and he on your guard, ye who would chase to the con Ones of the grave an erring and unfortunate brother. . , We all have some frailty-, We all are unwisA And the grace which redeems US, Must come from the skies. WHT PA8SMOR1 WlLUAMSOR OuOBt TO t si Hoho. The Philadelphia correspondent of the Anli'Slavtry Standard relates - the following story, which he says is no made-up affair, but a literal fact. The time, place, and circumstances can be given if need be: -i . i "I have frequently during these discussions' heard the conduct of Passmore Williamson toward Col. Wheeler's servants, " characterised as "ill-timed," but I never, until yesterday, fully understood the import of this phrase. Two men were arguing this question, one of whom was a merchant of Church alley. The discussion was brought to a close by a declaration from the Tatter as folbws i "Williamson ought to be hunt;. Any msn who woulJ be guilty of such conduct just at the open- . Eg of the Fall trade deserves no pity.'. , FLORENCE EMERSON, OB, TBS IOUNQ WIDOW. " Florence I" cried Jessie Lawson, bursting into her cousin's boudoir one morning, " Florence Emerson, Harry says you are engaged to ueorge Langlord." " Well, cousin, if I were, have you any objections 7 " Objections ? Why, Floy, he is old enough to " " Just twenty-nine, cousin Jessie." "Twenty-nine ! and a widower with two children I But it is a mistake of Harry's ; you are not really going to marry him, are you ?" " X expect so," laid i lorer.ee, quietly. "Well, I give you up. You, Florence Emerson, the belle of the season, with a large fortune) you, the beauty and heiress, with lovers, beaus, offers without end or number, to throw yourself away upon a widower will) two children, and no fortune except In his profession. Oh, Floy ; I thought you had more sense. What are you tliinking-of ?" "Why, Jessie, you are wasting your eloquence. George Langford is handsome."" Granted." " Talented." " Granted, again." 'f He loves me." " So do fifty others." " And, last of all my strongest argii ment I love him." " Well, I suppose you will marry him in spite of my disapproval ; so I wish you joy, and hope he will never bold up Mrs. Langford nrst as a pattern to Mrs. Lang ford second." " If Mrs. Langford first was a model for me, I will follow her footsteps." " Well, there is one comfort. Willie and Edith are very pretty children, and too young to rebfll at a new mamma, I believe. How old are they exactly, Floy ?" " Willie is four, JSdith three." " Keep you busy the care of two such babies." Florence Emerson and Jessie Lawson were cousins, and had, until Jessie's mar riage, been almost like sisters. Jessie, who was two years the elder, was a gay, lively blonde, vain and pretty. Florence was a tall, stately beauty, with large, dark eyes, black hair, and features like a Greek statue. She was an orphan, and, as Jessie said an heiress. George Langford was a lawyer of some standing; handsome, talented, but grave and quiet in his manners devotely attached to Florence ; but he was twenty-nine, and a widower 1 Jessie's sentiments were echoed by all Florence's circle of friends when her engagement was known. She so beautiful, young, talented, and wealthy. She always was different from other girls, they said. So, after a few days, the mat ter ceased to be discussed, and some new wonder of the fashionable world took its place. Florence had been married but just two years, when it became necessary tor Hr, Langlord to go td Paris ; his stay was to be very short, so he concluded not to take Florence. She was fond of home, had won the love of both children, and in return loved them fondly; and with their society, her home duties, and a promised visit to Jessie, thought the time of ber hus band 8 absence might be made to pleasantly. But when the hour of departure came, when his trunk stood waiting in the ball, and he came to say farewell, the whole aspect of things seemed changed. Florence fell that her dearest treasure was leaving her ; all looked dark, and a vague presentment of evil filled her soul. "Why, Florence, you are as white as a corpse, said (ieorge, in a frightened tone. " 1 thought you bad arranged gayeties without number to occupy you while your grave old busbaiid was away. Ulieer up, Floy I shall be gone only a short time." " Oh, George, 1 did not realize it till now. What can I do without yu ?" " You will visit Jessie, take Wiliie and Edith in the country, and and oh. yuu had a-whole list of pleasure arranged. The carriage is bere. Uood-by, ilor ence." Florence tried to speak ; but the words died on her lips. She grasped his hand, while her eyes hlled mit tears, and then let him go. All her pleasures were forgot ten as she watched the carriage rolLng from the door, and she remembered now lonely she would be without him; she looked back upon two years of such perfect nappi nesa that it seemed less like reality than pleasant dream. Long she stood at the window watching as it she expected him to return, but the voices of the children roused her,' and she stifled her own grief, and went to amuse and comfort them. Willie thought papa was real unkind not while Jbdith clung close to Florence, and hoped papa would be safe on the " deep water," Jessie Lawson and Florence Langford were seated on the piazza of the pleasant country-house they had hired for the season, conversing. Edith and Willie were romping with Hover on the grass, while ever and anon their clear joyous laughter would make the ladies turn and smile. I forgive you now, Floy, for marrying George," said Jessie, fondly. "I think that if he had asked me, and I could have looked into the future, I should have done just as you did." At that instant. Jessie felt a hand laid on ber, shoulder, and, looking np, saw her husband; bis face was very grave, and his whole manner betokened that something serious had troubled him. " Jessie," ha said, in a low tone, " come into the parlor ; I want to speak to you." "He is jealous,", whispered Jessie to Florence, as she rose to obey. " Now for a matrimonial lecture." Close the door, Jessie,' said Henry, when tbey entered the parlor. " I do not wish Florence to hear what I have to say now. roor iloy I we must break it gently to her.!!. . i , " . Why, Harry," laid she, " what is the matter T George" " Yes. . The Eaglt, the vessel he sailed in, Was wrecked, and but a few escaped, a vessel from Calcutta, took t few of the tassengers, but the rest were lost, George angford'i name is among the missing." Harry hud forgotten tne open winuow, And was startled too see Florence now standing in front of it. She was cold and pale as marble, her bands were tightly clenched, ber teeth set, and her whole frame rigid and motionless. Harry sprang to her side, and took her hand to lead her in. The touch broke her stupor, and with a slight shudder she tell fainting to tne ground. For weeks Florence Langford lay between life and death ; fever and delirium succeeded her death-like trance, and her life was despaired of. A Btrong constitution, however, triumphed, and she recov eredbut eh, how altered"! : The pale, thin face, seen now under a close widow s J L t 1 J cap, was so wan ana saa mat iew wuum nave recognised lue once Diooming s ior- enoe. Her sole comfort now seemed to he in the children, his children. She would hardly allow them out of her sight; and her whole time was spent in instructing and amusing them. w w m w w Florence Langford had been a widow just one year. It was a orignt summer dav. and she sat in the same parlor wnere she had first heard of her husband's loss. Willi ami E.lith were seated on the floor: beside her, blowing soap bubbles. ' Flor-1 rose, picked up a small bundle, from which ence sat watching their innocent delight as ' she drew forth a coin, which she tendered the sun shone on the pretty globes and re-1 to the hardy sailor. He refused it, what-fleeted prismatic color, in (hem, and then ! ever it was, and lending her a hand, help-her thoughts flew back over the last three i ed her from the vessel to the dock, and ........ on, i sd,ihp n-.w t.l trnln from the dock to the bridge. By this time fnr ,,nti! Wiliift nnticed ii. and leaving his Dlav. went softly to her side ; Edith knelt beside him, with her face laid caressingly ... w against Florence's hand. " Tell us about papa," whispered Willie." When is papa coming buck ?" asked Hdith. " lie stays so long, " Hush Edith," said Willie, never come back ; he is dead.' But Edith shook her head. " Papa can 1 She bad al - ways maintained that as papa went away in a carriage, audsaid he would come back, and bring them pretty toys from Paris, he could not be dead. Florence drew Edith upon her lap, and throwing her arm around Willie, the three talked about oaDa for an hour ; how much longer they would have remained in that position 1 cannot ten. Jessie inierrupieu them, her whole face beaming with joy. " Floy," she whispered, kneeling on the stool at her cousin's feet, and untying her cap, " take this off a minute." " Why, Jessie ?" asked Florence, suffering her to remove it. " Because it. is stiff and unbecoming," said Jessie, who was loosening Kloy s hair, and twisting it over her fingers into old quietly, and in that soft sweet voice of .wo-curls. " You must never wear it again." j man which none can resist, inquired it she Dear Jesxie, give it back to me, I shall always wear it." " But I say you Bhall never put it on again. Dear Florence, a widow's cap is needless now 1" " Jessie !" cried Florence, starting up and looking eagerly into her cousin's face, while she trembled violently, " what do you mean ?" " Can you bear the best of news, Floy ?" j At this moment, a gentle rap was heard at the door, and Jessie said gaily, "Come in I" and in another momenl Florence was in her husband's arms, and the two children were looking in a kind of joyful aston ishment at their father. All was soon explained. George Lang ford bad been among the passengers taken to Calcutta, and had, from some mistake of the reporters, been put in the list of missing. Cold and exposure had brought on an attack of brain fever, and he bad been j verr ill. As soon as he was able, he; started for borne, butthe voyage had taken several months ; and, after reaching Eng land, he was detained some days before starting for America, lie was there at last, and a happier party never met than the one that evening at Uali liodge, Air. Lawson's country-seat. Gnoo BYE. How many emotions clus ter ar -und that word I How full of sadness and to us, how full of sorrow it sounds I It is with us a consecrated word. We heard it once within the year, as we hope ' never to hear it again. It was in ihei chamber of dunth, and the still hour of! night's noon. The curuins to the windows ; were all closed, the lights were an snaoea, and we stuod in the dim and solemn twi light, with others around the bed of the dying. The damps of death were on her fiale young brow, and coldness was on her ips, as we kissed her the last time while liv ing. " tiood-bye, my uaugter we wnispeiea and "Wood-bye taiher, came lainny iron her dying hps. We know not u she ever spoke more but "Good-bye" was the last we ever beard oi her sweet voice, we hear that sorrowful word often and often, as we sit alone, busy with the memories of the past. We hear it in the silence ot tbe night, in the houis of nervous weakfulness, as we lie upon our Deo minting oi me iov ed and the lost to us. We hear it in our dreams, when her sweet face comes back to us. We hear it when we sit beside her in the cemetery where she sleeps, alone, with no kindred as yet by her side. She wis the hope of our life, tbe prop to lean on when age should come upon us, and life should be running to its dregs, ine dope and the prop is gone, and we care not how soon we go down to sleep beside our darling, beneath the shadow of the trees in the city of the dead Albany RtginUr. Missionaries Nikoio at Home. A eol portuer in florin Uarolina, who louno in one quarter nearly one-third of the fami lies he visited destitute of all religious books except the Bible, and more than one-sixth without the word of God, visited two families one day one which consisted of seven persons, all grown, none of whom but the father could read ; the other had been keeping house eighteenyears and hit One member of the family could read. Neither of there families ever had a Bible. He also visited another family where tbe mother was eighty-seven years old, and had kept house sixty years, and brought tup nineteen children, but never bad Bible. ' v Scene in Real Life. We do no often indulge in the senli mental, but occasionally in our walks our attention is called to events happening be fore us, which leaves an Impression upon our minds, and leads us to thoughts and reflections which it is well we, as all other men, should indulge in at timef. We had been on the north side to see an acquaintance at his hotel, and returning by Clark street, found, as is generally the case when a man is in a hurry, one of those little busy inventions, a steam tug, had passed up the river with a small fleet of vessels in tow, one of which had been cast off, and had hauled in just west of the bridge. Seeing no hopes of getting to our office for some lime, and knowing that our compositors could not be In any worse-tem per an hour later than then, we resolved to bear it meekly, and find mental occupation by observing what was going on about us. We little exoected what did occur. The vessel we have mentioned had been moored, or made fast outside of several canal boats, and as we stood looking at the men upon her, one of them approached a female, who had been crouched upon the deck, and addressing her, pointed to the shore, then to the bridge, and then down towards the thronged and busy streets of living, moving, neaaiong umcago. one a large crowd of persons thronged thenorth ! end of where the bridge would be, if it was 1 always a bridge, and in contemplating the C. -I tl. .... C 1- new faces, and the representatives of the various classes there assembled, we had almost forgotten the incident we have re lated Uur attention was called trom a vain endeavor to discover some hope of a cessation of tugs going up and down, and schooners and bridges pulling in and out, ! by hearing a most audible sob from some one near us it was not the sob ot childhood, caused by some sudden change from gaiety to grief, it was the sob of some ma-turer breast, filled with a sense of loneliness and despair. It reached other ears than ours. A lady, dressed in a manner which bespoke a wealth that could gratify taste and elegance, and who lika ourselves, was detained at that place, stood near, accompanied by three children, whose desire to get at the extreme edge of the platform, she with difficulty repressed. With a woman's tenderness her heart recognized the stifled ebulition of sorrow, and approaching the person from whom it came, who was none other than the woman we had just seen land from the vessel, she stood in need, or was she ill, or was her sorrow such that it could be relieved ? A portion of the railing near us was vacant, and toward that, and almost at our side, these two women came to converse. The stranger was a fair, handsome girl, about seventeen years, neatly but coarsely dressed, with shoes not only worn, but heavy an I unsuited as mucb tor ber sex as tor the season. The poor girl in honest simplicity, and with an earnestness which despair alone could irnpart, related her history uninter rupted by a single observation from her companion, but often accompanied by tears from both. We nave not space for it at length, and we will give it, changing its order just enough to enable us to state it briefly. She said that she was born in Boston, she had no brother or sister now ; she re-remembered that she bad a sister, the eldest, whose name was Lizzie ; that sister, years ago, against her father's will, had been ba'nishtd the falher8 ht married, and with ber husband, having off, and had not been heard of since no doubt was dead. At the lime of her sister's marriage, her parents were wealthy ; the pride which drove away Lizzie had brought silent regrets, and after a while came melancholy complainings by the mother sighing for the embrace of her first born. These soon led to anger and criminations at home, and dissipation by the father abroad. Losses came upon them, and at last, gathering the few worldly goods they possed, they left the proud city of their birth, and settled, five years ago, upon land purchased of the Government in Wisconsin, Her brothers, some older and some younger than berself, one by one dropped and died ; and soon the mother, calling in agony upon her long exiled daughter, joined her boys in a happier clime. None were now left but the father and this poor girl. He too was humbled and stricken by that slow and certain disease which lights up the cheek, and fires the eye wi-b the brilliancy of health, even when its victim is on the confiness of eternity ; he would sit and tell to his surviving child the acts of winning love, and sacrificing devotion, which had made his Lizzie tbe ve ry object of his life. He would talk of ber sweet smiles, and her happy disposition until memory would lead him to the hour when he had bid her depart, and not let him see her face again. His decline was rapid, and this lone child saw the first flowers which tbe warmth of spring had called from the soil of her mother's grave, disturbed, unprotected, and thrown aside, that his ashes might mingle with those of tbe mother of his children. At bis death be chargetHier to pay off, as far as she might be ab" Vdebts incur-ed to procure the neces Jof life ; the land, which for want of culture, bad not increased in value, was sold, and left her but a few dollars. These she expended in rearing a few boards to mark the spot where she had seen buried, one after another, her beloved kindred. She had heard of Chicago. She had heard that in this city there was officers were strangers wishing employment could find work. She had onr foot traveled many miles, nntil she reached Milwaukee, and thence by the kindness of a poor sailor, who had seen her day by day on tbe dock, watching the! steamers depart, and inquired and ascertained that she wished to eome hitter, but had not tbe money. He brought her to CbioAgo on his own vessel, and bad told her that by crossing lie bridge she could find one of those planes where situations were given to worth v annlicanu. Sncii was her story. She had mentioned no name except that of father, mother, and the endearing appellations of brother George, Willie, Ac. Both of the women were crying bitterly. The fashionably dressed lady turned her face toward ten river, that her tears, at such a crowded and unusual place, might not be observed, one requested us to take her two boys, ueorge and Willie, she called them, bv the haud to keep them from danger, and then putting her arm around the neck of the poor friendless, wandering.' orphan strangor, said, "yon are my own sister. I am Lizzie I" These two beings, children of the same parents, how different have been their paths, and bow deep their sufferings I . We have seen them together in " Lizzie's" carriage, driving along Lake street. They are doubtless as hsppy as their bereavements, relieved only by the consciousness of duty faithfully performed, can permit. But while the suffering of that father and mother may be faintly known from the story of he daughter, what must have been the mental agony of that other daughter, unkindly banished from her mother's side, and driven out into the world without a father's blessing ? What must have been her grief, when her letters, written from a prosperous city, from the house of her wealthy and kind husband, telling them of her success, and the birth of her children, were unnoticed and unanswered ? She must have felt indeed, that the hearts of that father and mother, her sisters and brothers must have been hardened against her. We will say no more. That scene will live in our our memory while we can remember the holy love of father, mother and kindred. Chicago Timet. On Fretting. " Fret not thyself," says the Psalmist. Mankind have a great proneness to fret themselves. Ibeir business does not pros per according to their aspiration; customers do not pay promptly ; competition is sharp; those in whom tbey have confided prove treacherous; malice and envy hurl their envenomed shafts ; domestic atlairs go contrary wise ; the wicked seem to prosper, while the righteous are abased. In every lot there is ample material to make a goad of, which mav pierce and rankle in our souls, if we are only so disposed. Fretting is of the nature of certain dis eases, assuming various types. Disease is sometimes acute coming on suddenly in the midst of health, and with but little promotion, raging violently through the system, causing severe and racking pains ; imfin Mianliinn ia .vicia anil vanlrli., mm mng its course either to kill or to be cured. So with fretting. At times it overtakes the constitutionally and habitually patient and gentle. Strong provocations ast llieM unawares, throws them off their guard, upsets their equanimity, and causes an overflow of spleen that they did not know was in them to that degree. Even tbe gentle may thus have occasion for taking heed to the injunction, "Fret not." Diseases, however, often assume the chronic type, becoming embedded in the system, deranging its organs, interfering with the performance of the natural and healthful functions, and lingering year after year, like a vampire, to extract the vital juices. In like manner fretting becomes chronic Peevishness, irritability, censo-riousness, complaining, indulged in, assume a habit; gaining thereby strength and power, until the prevailing temper is frel-fulness. It argues a sadly diseased condition of the soul, when this distemper becomes one of its fixtures. To such an one everything goes wrong. The whole mechanism of society is thrown out of gear; instead of moving smoothly; as when lubricated by the oil of kindness and charity, its cogs clash, and its pivots all igrate harshly. Wht do Teeth Dkcat. All the theories that time and again have been advanced in answer to this inquiry, have long since vanished before the true doctrine of tbe action of external corrosive agents. The great and all-powerful destroyer of the human teeth is acid vegetable or mineral, and it matters not whether acid is formed in the mouth by the decomposition of par ticles of food left between and around the teeth, or whether it is applied directly to the organs themselves, tbe result is the same, the enamel is dissolved, corroded, and the tooth destroyed. Much, very much of tbe decay in teeth may be attributed to the corrosive effects of acetic acid, which is not only in common use as a condiment in tbe form of vinegar, but it is generated by the decay and decomposition of any and every vegetable matter. When we consider how very few persons, comparatively, take special pains to" remove every particle of tood from between the teeth immediately after eating, can we wonder that diseased teeth are so common and their early loss is so frequently deplored. Practical Deniitf. Privileged Members. The State of Maine is responsible for the following : A gentleman on visit to Washington one day very coolly opened the door of the Senate chamber, and was about to pass in, when the door-keeper asked , " Are you a privileged member V " What do you mean by that t" asked the stranger. The reply was " A Governor, an ex-Member of Congress, or a Foreign Minister." The stranger replied that he was a Minister." From what court or country, if you please?" asked the official. Very gravely pointing Up " From Heaven I sir." To this the door-keeper waggishly remarked . . " This government ht present holds no intercourse with that foreign power I" ' y A plain and unschooled msn, who had received his education principally beneath tbe open, sky, in the field ana the forest, and who had wielded (he axe more than the pen, while speaking of children, remarked with true and beautiful simplicity "The little chips are nearest the heart." An Angel In Every Home. There is an angel in- every house. No matter how fallen the inmates, bow de pressing their circumstances, there is an angel tbere to pity or to cheer. It may be in the presence of a little child ; or It may be enclosed in a stooping or wrinkled body treading the downward pain to the grave Or perhaps in a cheerful spirit looking np on the ills of life as so many steps toward heaven, if only overcome, and mounted with sinless feet. - , - i We knew such an angel once, and it was a drunkard s child. Un every side wnere- ever she moved she saw only misery and degredation, and ret she did not fall. Her father was brutal, and her mother discouraged, and her home thoroughly comfort less. But sho stroggledjalon j,wilu angel endurance, bearing with an almost saintly patience tbe infirmities of him who gave her existence, and then hourly embittered Night after niiht, at the hour of ten, twelve, and even one, barefoot, ragged, shawless, and bonnetlesa, has she been to the den of tlio drunkard, and staggering home with her arm around her father, Many a time has ber flesh been blue with the mark of his hand, when she stepped between her helpless mother and violence Many a time has she sat upon the cold curb stone with his head in her lap ; and many a time knew how bitter it was to cry for hunger, when the money that should have bought bread was spent for rum. And the patience that the angel wrought with made her young lace snine, so mat, though never acknowledged in the courts of this world, in the kingdom of beaven she was waited for by assembled hosts of spirits, and tbe crown of martyrdom ready, lay waiting for her young brow. And she was a martyr. Her gentle spirit went up from her couch of anguish-anguish brought on from ill-usage and neglect. And never till then did the father recognise the angel in the child ; never till then did his manhood arise from the dust of its dishonor. From her humble grave he went away to steep his resolves for the better in bitter tears ; and be will tell you to-day bow the memory of her much enduring life keeps him from the bowl ; how he goes sometimes and stands where her patient hands held him, while her cheek crimsoned at the drunkard's child. Search for the angels in your households, and cherish them while they are among you. It may be, that you unconsciously frown upon them when a smile would lead you to a knowledge of their exceeding worth. They may be among the least cared for, most despised, but when they are gone with their silent influence, then will mourn for them as jewel of great worth. . Personal Beautt. Just about the last inheritance which a parent should wish a child whether male or lemale is person al beauty. It is about the poorest kind of capital to stand in tbe world with. Who ever saw a beauty worth the first red cent? We mean what the world calls beauty, for tbere is a kind of beauty more than skin deep, which the world does not fully recog nize. It is not of that which we epeak. But the girl of whom all the fops and fools go into extracies over and about we would as soon a child of ours should be not quite so beautiful. And then your handsome young man over and about whom all the foolish school girls are in extracies, what chance has be of ever being anybody ? A sad destroyer of ambition is beauty. From being fitted for the shallow pates of the other sex, who can appreciate nothing else, they become content with a low standard of attainment, and happy only when dancing attendance upon those who are pleased with insipidity. A Nebraska Election. Purple, who is " the gentleman from Burt county" just at this time, informed a gentleman trom this State, at Chicago, a short time since, something how members are gotten up in Nebraska. He said : " Cummings, the Secretary, said to me one morning, "Purple, we want a member from Burt county." So I harnessed up and took nine fellows with me, and we started for the woods, and when we thought we had got far enough for Burt county, we unpacked our ballot box and held an election, canvassing the vote, and it was astonishing to observe hnw great was the unanimity at the first election ever held in Burl eounty. Purple had every vote I So Purple was declared duly elected, and here I am I" Detroit Advertiser. . : Pictcrb or Life. In youth we seem to be climbing a hill, On whose top eternal sunshine appears to rest. How eagerly we pant to attain its summit I But when we nave attained it how different is the prospect on the other side I We sigh as we contemplate the dreary waste before us and look back with a wistful eye upon the flowery path we have passed but may never more retrace. Life is a portentous cloud, fraught with thunder, storm and rain ; but religion, like those streaming rays of sunshine, will cloth it with light as with a garment, and fringe its shadowy skirts with gold. - Tht Will be Done. The late Mr. Kil-pin, of Exeter, writes, " I knew a case in which the miniter, praying over a ohild apparently dying, said, 'If it be thy will, spare.' The mother's soul yearning for ber beloved, exclaimed, " it must be his will. I cannot bear iff." The minister stopped. To the surprise of many the ohild recovered ', and the mother, after almoal suffering martyrdom by him while a stripling, lived to see him hanged before he was two and twenty I 0 1 it is iood to say, 'Not my will, but Hint be done." t3T Louis Napoleon, it is said, wishes to quarrel with tbe ' King of Naples, in which event he will put his eousln, Luoien Mural, formerly a Florida planter, on the throne of Naples, lhe bmV recommends tion of Murat to such a position,-1 the possession of a handsome, entrgetie and intelligent Yankee wife, who would play the Qaeea with as much dignity as if she had been bred to that distinction in a court, and not in the everglade of Florid. Horrible Boeues In Chinn. , The Cincinnati Commercial says : "t " If there were any doubt about tbe rotundity of the earth, we think the reception of California and European mails in our ofGoe, sometimes on the day, raoh bringing news from China, anl the news In each idontical would bo a satisfactory demon-straJon. The Atlantic arrived at .New-York Jast week from Liverpool, and from her mails, received tbere on Sunday last, we select among other thingJ, a harrowing account of the execution of rebels in Canton. Tha Northern Litrht with eighteen days later news from California, arrived at New-York on Saturday, and in the California paper we find the same shocking details, We quote the anexed paragraphs from tha Ban Franolseo Herald ;" ' I ... '" . - xoutwn qf Thirtjf-Fi wndnd, Chi' nut JUUli ntar t'fntoa.-rMr. , bilna . Burrows. Jr.. who has iust returned to this city, after an absence of nearly two years', the greater portion of which time be spent in China, was an eye witness to tbe execution of thirty-five hundred Chinese Rebels, who were taken crisoners in the battle near Canton in tbe month of March last,- The prisoners were taken to a low marshy island and there each was compelled to undergo a form of trial before tbe tribunal of Mandarines, and each was sentenced to death by decapitation. One by one they were led forth to tbe execution grounds a large space covered with Saw-dust to the depth of several inches. To give n greater degree of awful effect to the aeene, an elevated platform was erected consisting o( a single narrow plank, over which each unhaDDV victim had to pass in full viow of his fellow-captives, whose terms of exinU ence whether of an hour or a day, depend' ed entirely upon the will of their captors. The prisoners manifested the most stolid indifference to every thing connected with the scene, apparently as unconscious of their terrible fate as dumb brutes going to the shambles. Arriving at the execution ground tbe captives fell on their knees, and bending forward oalmly awaited the single, stroke of the executioner's sword that eev ered head and trunk body and soul.- Tbere were no shrieks of terror, no sup plications for pardon or mercy. tw We extract the following forcible remarks from a startling article, in a late t number of the New-York Mirror . ,, . At present the city is full of young , thieves, from 15 to 20 years of Bge, , who professedly live by robbery and plunder. 1 The prisons are all full ; yet crime increases. We may build a prison annually it. will . be immediately filled, Some new plan j must be tried. Every boy should be com- pelled to acquire some trade or profession, j The system of permitting boys, to act as 1 1 1 J (a fill mi nrlonna " peaiars, n uuuc wuiv v u f ;, than anything else. , . .. . Human Depravitt. The Christian can J never doubt the depravity of human natum 4 for he forms bis judgment from a profound" , knowledge of his own heart. So clear and , emDbatio has been the evidence upon this ' subject, given by the holy ones of earth, ( that we may justly conclude that progress ( in nietv is marked and measured by the degree in which the corruption of the heart ; is recognized and bated. J, iv. jvewpri". Horrible Sacrifice of Lif ok tbe ; Western Waters in Forw-foob ibars. From Lovd's forth-coming Steamboat Directory we learn that since the applica- ' tion of steam on the Western waters there have been thirty nine thousand six hundred and seventy-two lost Dy sieamooai Disasters, three hundred and eighty-one boata and cargoes lost, and seventy boats serious- ly injured, amounting in the aggregate to ,., the enormous sum of sixty-seven millions f of dollars. It is to be hoped that this forthcoming work will have the effect of ' arresting the attention of tbe Government -! to the importance of Western interests, so t far as our great rivers and lakes are con .j earned. Ex. .., ... Fiinnt. Professor Henry says that tha curious phenomenon of the blowing off of i the horse's shoes, during the lata terrible ,0 powder explosion on the Brandywine, waa : owing to inertia. The shoes were not blown away from the dead horses, but the ' horses were blown off the shoes the grav- ; ity of the shoe being seven, while the spe-cific gravity of the whole horse is but on. , This is a very scientific distinction. . ( "I remember once," says Lamartine,' " to have seen the branch of willow which' had been torn by the tempest from the parent trunk, floating upon the angry surges ..I" ,I.A nnoAnnn fiannA On t ft fP m I ft Ul H1C UTCiUV-i.g vnwuw. " - - y , nightingale still covered ner nest, as it drifted down the foaming stream; and tha male on the wing followed the wreck which, was bearing away the object of his love."' 2T About one hundred nascent church :.. I es, like stars in the darkness, mark tbe . , spota where Christ and his witnesses are shining in Asia Minor, Armenia, Kurdistan and Syria. In tbe city of the Sultan,1 congregations assemble every Lord's day if to hear the word of life proclaimed in Turk- 4 ish, Armenia Spanish, Italian, German, English, Greek and Hungarian. ' 1 " ' Thi English are casting shells for the o Crimea three feet through, , and weighing ,j over n ton each. Mr. Nasmyth, tha greai, i t founder, is also easting guns which, with, their carriages, wil weigh fifty tons each.' ri They reqnire 125 pounds of powder for obarge, will throw oaa of these immense balls, of ton weight, four miles. :-: j A Rab old Plant is the IvT Green. From the palace to tha cottage, in Ger- ' - ' many, there is scarcely ft room to be found which does jaot possess, its ivy- tree. . Aa' 'i yon walk through the streets and east your, eye upon the bousee,' there if scarcely a j window whieh is not twined Into 4 ver 4 bower by the graceful and grac;ouafe-' toons of ivy. ; J ' - " i : ft - ' , ' ll ,. XJr.".Thls war," said a emnuir'ial "'2 gentleman to a dant'.y, ' will he a tfln-iu'a !. hindrance to all kinds of buvjMw.' T n- dy "Dessay, d'lighted to 'ear it 1 ways 'ad grrol awrwoo fall IM of b -yr A.. -