AND RECHABITE RECORDER. Organ of the Independent Order of Rechabites, and devoted to the Cause of Temperance in general. BURNETT & AIKMAN, Publishers, No. 192 Fulton Street, New York. For the Crystal Fount. A TRIBUTE In memory of a highly esteemed brother and P. D. C. R. of Central N. Y. District, I. O. of R. He who sits Alas! a Chief has fallen. Know ye not Alas! a Chief has fallen! One whose worth And yet to certain poverty allured; That told of many friends, and length of day But ah! those friends were foes, that life was death, That death almost attained. Thus almost gone, Restraining grace-for grace it was to himArresting him amidst his mad career, Woke up his reason. Then with firm resolve He changed his course-the saving pledge he signed," And buckling on the Temperance armour, stood From that time, foremost in the Temp'rance ranks, And labor'd hard and constant to reclaim, To aid, and save the poor inebriate: This was his daily practice. But two years Their moons had numbered, when at Rechab's shrine I see him now, No. XV But wise, urbane, affectionate, sincere, Alas! a Chief has fallen. His tongue is still- His loss we mourn, A TALE OF A DISAPPOINTED MAIDEN. "Now mind, I shall expect a slice of cake and a pair of kid gloves from you when you are married, Mr. Denison, that I certainiy shall; and I should think you would not forget me.' These words were addressed by a good looking maiden, (perhaps she might have been rather on the shady side of maidenism,) to a fine-looking young fellow, in the well-known library at SThe female, Miss Norris, was the respected proprietor thereof, and the gentleman addressed was one of her frequent visitants. A greater intimacy might have existed between the pair than between Miss Norris and the generality of her customers; but the lady was on such good terms with all who knew her, that joking and being joked with on the delicate subject of matrimony was no very unusual thing with her. The reader, then, may wonder why we introduce our little tale with so common-place an observation. Let him wait awhile, and we will show him. Hel:s Miss Norris, as we have said, was fast approaching the confines of that period which is usually allotted to young ladies to get a husband in; though what the limit of that period really and tangibly is, we do not pretend to say. We never yet knew of the precise period being fixed at which juvenility ended and old maidenism began. The line of demarcation between these two states was never yet definitely settled, and we fear it never will be generally agreed on; and yet all the world admit that 226 CRYSTAL FOUNT AND RECHABITE RECORDER. there is such a line, and further, that it is so exceedingly perspicuous that it is immediately discerned even if a lady has one leg across it. However, it matters little to us; we may refer the reader to the ideal line, without seeking to trace its visionary continuations or fix its existence. * # * and attentive when ir Miss Norris' company than in that of any one else. So reasoned these good folks, while, in the meantime, the two parties immediately concerned might, for aught that they exhibited, be the only persons unconscious of the matter. Truth, however, will compel us to state-especially since we have let the reader into the gossip affecting Mr. Dennison-truth compels us to state that an accurate observer might have detected a little emotion in the countenance of the lady, whenever Mr. Dennison entered her shop-that there was a little more cordiality in his reception-a little more hearty shake of the hand though it was so little that few except those who were watching for such indications would have remarked them. Indeed, there was also a little more animation in her really pretty dark eyes, and occasionally when alone, there was an abstract edness about her the like of which she had never before ex hibited; yet, as this might have been connected with matters of business, it is, perhaps, hardly fair to introduce it here. How ever, one fine morning our hero entered the shop as us, and extending his hand, said We declare, we have got to the end of one paragraph and the commencement of another without progressing an inch in our simple story. We have diverged from the narrative itself towards a certain very indistinct visionary something, and are obliged to return to the very tangent from whence we started without accomplishing anything except diverting the reader's attention, and almost losing the thread of the story. Miss Norris, then "Yes, yes, 1 under stand," says some kind reader. Thank you, sir, you have saved us a deal of trouble and yourself the perusal of a few lines of tautology, Well, having settled what Miss Norris's age. was, permit us to tell you what were her circumstances. The lady, then, was comfortally settled as the principal proprietress of a large stationery shop and reading room in the populous parish of STwo or three sisters somewhat younger than herself assisted her in the business, and. I dare say, shared in the profits, whatever they might be. 'Tis true, Miss Norris herself would often complain of the badness of the times, but as this observation happened usually to be addressed to some frequenter of the reading room rather in arrear with his subscription, it was supposed to be rather uttered as a hint so than a complaint. Indeed, some persons who professed know the worldly circumstances of every one in " roundly declared that Miss Norris had no gro about pecuniary matters, seeing that f drawn a very pretty income fi was somewhat swelied It was matter of 46 Miss Norris, I am come to wish yon · obiged these ri 다 ongst e Miss. N. an charitably hinted that to business, and paid such ..atters, that she was slipping into the ..e been talking about, without thinking of -pt those things which fell within the scope of her . you again before ave to bid my rela ne to see you before that shall not bid you good bye now," said at why-why-how came you to think of leaving, Dennison? I am sure I did not dream of such a thing; I thought you would spend your days here; I could not have imagined it. Bless me, how surprised people will be." Mr. Denison exhibited a little confusion, but answered in a jocular manner; and, having penned an address where he might be written to "in case any wanted him," he suddenly espied a friend on the opposite side of the street, shook Miss Norris heartily by the hand. and made a rapid exit. ..y avocations-viz: sorting and doubling newspapers, direct-strained to add, a pettishness of manner strongly at variance ing magazines and periodicals, and serving pens, ink, paper and wafers to namerous customers. Be the reason what it may, Miss Norris, at the time we are speaking of, had not any one to whom she could look as a future husband; and, indeed, she appeared so careless of the matter that, as we have shown she could, even when not engaged in business, talk and joke about it quite unconcernedly. The young man to whom she addressed these words, had been just engaged with her in a discussion upon matrimony, to which they had been led by the perusal of a flaming marriage in the pages of the " Morning Post." The gentleman had descanted rather warmly and glowingly upon the happiness of the marriage stage, but had some difficulty in making the lady as believing as himself. She had expressed herself skeptically upon the point, and had at last told him roundly that she thought a woman much happier in celibacy than amid the cares and the troubles, the discords and the fears of wedded life; and when the gentleman talked of connubial bliss, she only laughed and muttered "rubbish," and said that she had never seen any of it, although she knew hundreds of married couples. It was in vain for Mr. Dennison to combat her, and he therefore brought the conversation to a close by very warmly asserting that he would get a wife himself soon, to which the lady replied in the words we have quoted. All that day Miss N. exhibited a restless, and we are conwith her usual quiet conduct. She had evidently been greatly surprised, for she would stop in the midst of her duties to her customers and mutter, "Well, I could not have thought it; how strange-how very strange!" And that some unpleasant feeling was at work in her bosom was evident from a very unusual abstractedness, and from something like a sigh occasionally escaping from her bosom. Time waits for no man or woman either, and though the old gentleman at one time appeared to Miss Norris to be very dilatory (this was during the week,) and at another (and this was when Monday and Mr. Denison arrived) to have been striding on at a most inconscionable pace, yet still the veteran paid no attention to the thoughts or wishes of the thousands whose destiny he could so powerfully effect, but continued to proceed on his long journey with the same measured, restless step as ever. Monday arrived in due course, and with it, as we have intimated, came Mr. Denison, with carpet-bag in hand, and attired as if for a long journey. He was full early, for the coach was not to start for more than two hours. "Well, Miss Norris," said he with forced cheerfulness, "I am off on my journey; do you not wish it may be a pleasant one?" He extended his hand and looked into her face with an expression that said as plainly as if it had been uttered"Oh! why will you let me go." Now, some of the gossips in S- would go out of their The maiden took the proffered hand, and a thrill of anway to discuss the fitness of Mr. Dennison as a matrimonial guish passed through her whole frame. It was that feeling of partner for Miss Norris; and all agreed that he was a vastly fit utter loneliness and misery which those who are bidding adieu and proper person. First, he was so good-looking, and then he to a much loved being, perchance forever! have-God help was so affable: his conversation was so polished that he could them!-felt the full bitterness of. It lasted but a moment-but sustain his part in any company, and yet so simple that the what a moment was that! Its duration had needs be short most meanly-educated could understand it; his gait, his man- when its influence was so tremendous! But her pride came to ner, his dress, were all so gentlemanly, that really it was a her relief; she stook off the feeling, and, in a tone of firmness wonder what Miss Norris was about that she did not set heray, of almost unconcern-she wished him prosperity and cap at him, especially as Mr. Dennison was even more affable trusted he would be happy. She then shook his hand heartily, MARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY FROM THE HEIRS OF 1 and, in the midst of a repitition of the most common-place compliments he took his departure. Should any of our readers not immediately perecive the lesSon which The Bride cake" conveys, let us be permitted to He had not been gone five minutes before he came back for apply it. There are so many of both sexes who, like Miss his umbrella, and entered the shop so suddenly that he nearly | Norris, tamper with their affections from a reprehensible pride, struck down Miss Norris, who was behind the door looking or, worse by far than all, from interested feelings, that we canthrough its little glass window. He searched in vain for the, not think the simple history of Ann Norris altogether uncalled article for some time, during which the confusion of the pair almost painful. At length he suddenly recollected that it was packed up with the rest of his luggage; and apologising for the trouble, he had given, shook her hand again as heartily, and yet in a more tender manner than he had done before. Once only did she raise her eyes to his face, and then she saw that it was flushed, and that his eye was moist; but not a word beyond simple expressions of friendly feeling and good will escaped her; and when he withdrew his hand, it was relinquished without an effort to retain it. It is not essential to our story that we should state what the feelings of each were after that parting. The reader can readily imagine what were those of a young man of limited income and great bashfulness of manners, who felt himself obliged by his worldly circumstances, to leave an object of affection in utter hopelessness. He can also readily picture the uncomfortable state of a lady who must have felt that her misery was of her own making. for. The best and purest feelings of our nature are often stifled at the moment when, perhaps, they would be productive of a life of consummate happiness; and repentance comes at a time when it is ineffectual-when those who would have made fit and loving helpmates for life have sought in others the pleasures which we desired, and are sharing with others the happiness which might have been ours. CHARITY OF NEW YORK.-The following were the New York subscriptions to the Pittsburgh sufferers; one of $600; seven of 500; three of 250; two of 200; fifty-one of 100; secventy-three of 50; two of 30; one hundred and twenty-nine of 25; forty-five of 20; sixteen of 15; one hundred and fortyfour of 10: eighty-seven of 5. The collections in churches, and of individuals whose names are not recorded, amounting, with the above, to the sum of twenty-two thousand two hurdred and eighteen dollars. Having again assisted us in our narration, he must do us the UNPARALLELED LIBERALITY.-A youth named John Honas, kindness to take our hand (we hope we are not too unreasona- at the risk of his life, during the recent fire in Zanesville, saved ble) and jump with us over five long years; and all that we the Court-house from destruction. The act is spoken of as one can tell him of what happened in that period is, that Mr. Den- of noble daring. The commissioners of Muskingum county, at ison got safely to his new abode, and that he had during all their late session, passed a vote of thanks to Honas, and directthat time steadily fulfilled the duties of his sitnation. That ed the Auditor to cause a silver medal of the value of five dolMiss Norris was Miss Norris still, and that as such, she was lars, with suitable inscriptions, to be prepared, and then preevidently on the other or wrong side of that line which has puz-sented to him in the name of the county. They then proceedzled us so much; and that increasing years had brought with them a slight infirmity of temper. At the period where our readers and ourselves have just arrived, Miss Norris had arisen at her usual early hour, and had hardly remarked to the sister next in seniority on the beauty of the morning before she exclaimed-"Well I declare, this very day five long years since Mr. Denison left us; poor fellow, I wonder how he is getting on." She thrust her head farther through the opened casement as she spoke, and bestowing a sigh upon the fragrant creeper that was climbing up to the window. Then followed a cross word for her sister and a scolding for the maid; and expressions of pettishness escaped her till till they sat down to breakfast. The second cup of bohea was poured out, and with her favorite dish Miss Norris's temper was gradually attaining its equanimity, when the servant entered with the morning letters. A packet of rather unusual size caught her eye, and induced her to depart from her usual custom of finishing her meal before attending to business. "Why what have we here?" said she. 66 Dear me, what can it be? Why it bears the Npost mark, and surely, surely I know the hand-writing." She was so excited that she could hardly stop to break the seal; she almost tore the envelope open, and there lay a small piece of bride-cake, decorated with white satin bows, and embossed card bound with silver lace, and on which was neatly written With Mr. and Mrs. Denison's best respects." Poor creature! The hope that had so long animated her the fancy sh: had so dearly yet so secretly cherished, were annihilated in a moment. That alone which could have made life desirable to her was lost for the want of asking. She was a being by herself in the world, and all hope of peace or comfort was gone forever. She pressed the parcel convulsively between her hands, until its rich contents fell in crumbs at her feet. and mingled with the scalding tears of bitter sorrow which she plentifully shed. "Oh!" cried she, in the bitterness of her soul" oh! had I known it would have come to this! had I ever dreamt that my foolish, wicked pride, or my desire to make a prudent match, would have lost me Edward Denison, I would have gone on my knees to him ere he left the town. But I am a lost and hapless creature. Henceforth the world will have no pleasures for me; I have no friends-no one to care about me-none to pity or comfort me; I am left alone to myself, alone." ed, with all due pomp, and in the name and behalf of the coun ty, which is one of the richest in Ohio, to vote him the sum of five dollars in money! TECHNICALS." It is but little matter, how much I have done to-day," said a poor specimen of a typo, after standing ten hours at his case, "Stick to it, Jim," said another," and you'll get up a day's work by midnight." "It's a hard case, Jim," exclaimed a third, “but if you didn't get your ideas knocked into pi by the girls, you wouldn't so of ten get out of sorts." Jim found before long, that he couldn't be a printer and a beau at the same time, and he finally quit printing and went to preaching. At the last accounts he had a fine family growing up around him.-Printer. SYMPATHY.-There is nothing, perhaps, which contributes more to the happiness man than sympathy. It is the sweetener of existence, and the whisperings of consolation is like the balm of Gilead to the wounded spirit. It is in these dark days of adversity, when fortune frowns and friends forsake, that the heart yearns for one with whom to sympathise-one to whom it can unbosom itself, as it were, and pour forth its hopes and and its fears, its disappointments, and in return receive those words of kindness which give rise to new hopes, and stimulate to renewed exertion. Barren and bleak indeed would life be if there were no kindred spirits who sympathise with each other. Existence would be like a barren waste, stripped of every thing that is calculated to please the eye or make the soul glad. In no other way can the sympathies of men's nature be drawn forth in as great a degree as by those with whom he is connected-by those to whom he is bound by every feeling of honor and love. It is in the family circle that noble and generous emotions are cailed forth, and it has been asked by an eminent writer: "Is there to be found a gift of heaven more precious, more worthy of our ardent gratitude, than that of possessing a family, a home, where virtue, kindness and enjoyments, are every day guests, where the heart and the cyo sun themselves in the world of love, where the thoughts are lively and enlightened, where friends not only by action say to each othea-Thy joy thy sorrow, thy hope, thy prayer aro mine?'"-Del. Republic. 229 SONG OF THE RIVER. BY C. H. DELEVAN. I spring from the rock, from the mountain side, And I gather strength as I rapidly glide Riches I bear to land and tree, Beauty to hill and dale; Beast and bird delight in me, Drink and are strong and hale. Fresh are the flowers that deck my banks, The sod is greenest there; And the warbling winged ones sing their thanks, I am the only drink that was given MRS. CAUDLE'S CURTAIN LECTURES. it? dreadful! you nothing to do with it. I am talking of decent clothes for the children for the summer, and you want to put me off with someHow can you thing about the church; but that's so like you, Caudle! I'm always wanting money for clothes? I'm sure there's no children in lie in your bed and say that? the world that cost their father so little, but that's it; the less It's the wives a poor woman does upon, the less she may. who don't care where the money comes from who're best thought of. Oh, if my time was to come over again, would I mend and stitch, and make things go so far as I have done?No-that I wouldn't. Yes, it's very well for you to lie there and laugh; it's easy to laugh, Caudle-very easy, to people who don't feel. "Now, Caudle, dear! What a man you are! I know you'll give me the money, because, after all, I think you love your It's only natural children, and like to see 'em well dressed. that a father should. Eh, Caudle, eh? Now, you shan't go to How much money do I want?— sleep till you've told me. Why, let me see, love. There's Caroline, and Jane, and Susannah, and Mary Anne, and-What do you say? I Ha, that's needn't count 'em, you know how many there are? just as you take me up. Well, how much money will it take? Let me see; and don't go to sleep. I'll tell you in a minute. You always love to see the dear things like new pins, I know that, Caudle; and though I say it-bless their little hearts!— might be proud of 'em. Now, don't swear at noblemen of the they do credit to you, Caudle. Any nobleman of the land Well, I think land, and ask me what they've to do with your children; you know what I meant. But you are so hasty, Caudle. How much! Now, don't be in a hurry? wife who can pinch closer than I can-I think, with pinching, Twenty with good pinching-and you know, Caudle, there's never a can do with twenty pounds. What did you say? What? You won't give half the money?fiddlesticks? Very well, Mr. Caudle; I don't care; let the children go in rags; let them stop from church, and let them grow up like You gave me twenty pounds five Beheathens aed cannibals, and then you'll save your money, and, I suppose, be satisfied. months ago? What's five months ago to do with now? Ten pounds are enough? Yes: just What do you say? sides, what I have had has nothing to do with it. you men; you think things cost nothing for women; but They only want bonnets and frocks? How do you know what they you don't care how much you lay out upon yourselves. want? How should a man know anything at all about it?— And you won't give more than ten pounds. Very well. of it. I'll have none of your ten pounds, I can tell you. I dont want to dress you may go shopping with it yourself, and see what you'll make sir, no; you have no cause to say that. the children up like Countesses! You often fling that in my teeth, you do; but you know it's false, Caudle, you know it.I only want to give 'em proper notions of themselves; and what indeed, can the poor things think when they see the Briggses, the Browns, and the Smiths-and their fathers don't make the money you do, Caudle-when they see them as fine as tuthink yourself nobody,-depend upon it, Caudle-isn't the way lips? Why, they must think themselves nobody; and to to make the world think anything of you. "What do you say? Where did I pick up that? Where I know a great deal more than you supposedo you think? Husbands seldom yes; though you don't give me credit for it. do. However, the twenty pounds I will have, if I've any—or not a farthing. 66 like Then No "There Caudle! If there's anything in the world I hate I am sure, for and you know it-it is asking you for money. myself, I'd rather go without a thing a thousand times, and I do-the more shame for you to let me, but-there, now! there Why, you must What do I want now? you fly out again! know what's wanted, if you'd any eyes-or any pride for your What's the matter-and children, like any other father. Oh. nonsense, Caudle! As if what am I driving at? of my own, I'd never didn't know! I'm sure if I'd any money ask you for a farthing, never; it's painful to me, goodness knows! What do you say? If its painful, why so often do Ha' I suppose you call that a joke-one of your club jokes? I wish you'd think a little more of people's feelings, and less of your jokes. Ha! as I say, I only wish I'd any If there is anything that humbles a poor money of my own. woman, it is coming to a man's pocket for every farthing. It's "Now, Caudle, if ever you kept awake, you shall keep awake to-night-yes, you shall hear me, for it isn't often I speak, and then you may go to sleep as soon as you like. Pray do you And did you see how the children know what month it is? What was the Poor looked to-day-like nobody else's children? Ob, Caudle!-how can you ask? matter with them? things weren't they all in their thick merinos, and beaver What do you say? What of it? What! you'll bonnets? tell me that you didn't see how the Briggs' girls, in their new And you didn't see how chips, turned their noses up at 'em? the Browns looked at the Smiths, and then at our dear girls, as much as to say, 'Poor creatures! what figures for the month The more shame for youYou didn't see it? of May !' you would, if you'd had the feelings of a parent-but I'm sorry to say, Caudle, you haven't. I'm sure those Briggs' girls-the little minxes!-put me in such a pucker, I could have pulled What do you say? I ought their cars for 'em over the pew. No, Mr. Caudle, the to be ashamed of myself to own it? "No sir, no. I don't want to dress up the children like shame lies with you, that don't let your children appear at No. church like other people's children, that make 'em uncomfortbe other peacocks and parrots! I only want to make 'em respectable You'll give fifteen pounds? and-what do you say? able at their devotions, poor things! for how can wise, when they see themselves dressed like nobody else? "Now, Caudle, it's no use talking; those children shall not Caudle, no-not a penny will I take under twenty; if I did, it cross over the threshold next Sunday, if they haven't things for would seem as if I wanted to waste your money, and I'm sure, Now mind-they shan't; and there's an end of when I come to think of it, twenty pounds will hardly do.teen, and wanting to go to sleep. You shan't close an eye until Come, Caudle, love!-twenty, and it. I won't have 'em exposed to the Briggses and the Browns Still, if you'll give me twenty-no, it's no use your offering fif again; no, they shall know they have a mother. if they've no A good you promise the twenty. What do you say, Caudle? father to feel for 'em. deal I must think of church, if I think so much about what then you may go to sleep. Twenty-twenty-twenty"we go in? I only wish you thought as much as I do, you'd be a bever man than you are, Caudle, I can tell you; but that's the summer. "My impression is," writes Caudle in his comments, "that I fell asleep, sticking firmly to the fifteen; but in the morning! Mrs. Caudle assured me, as a woman of honor, that she would not let me wink an eye, before I promised the twenty; and man is frail-and woman is strong-she had the money." MISCELLANEOUS. PATHOS AND BEAUTY.-In an article in the March number of Blackwood's Magazine-a work which probably falls under the eye of but very few of our readers-we find the following beautiful and touching passage, which we transplant to our columns. It powerfully, yet naturally, describes the impression produced upon the writer's feelings by the death of a beloved sister; and to him who has stood by the side of a departed friend, and seen the eye that once beamed on him with tenderness unutterable, now dim in death-who has felt that the form which insensibly entwined itself around him till it had become linked with his very being, must soon be wedded to "darkness and the worm"-the following passage will recal to mind a vivid recollection of his emotions. "After stealing up to the chamber where my sister lay, from the gorgeous sunlight I turned to the corpse. There lay the sweet childish figure, there the angel face; and, as people usually fancy, it was said in the house that no features had suffered any change. Had they not? The forehead indeed, the serene and noble forehead, it might be the frozen eyelids, the darkness that seemed to steal from beneath them, the marble lips, the stiffened hands, laid palm to palm, as if repeating the supplications of closing anguish, could these be mistaken for life? Had it been so, wherefore did I not spring to those heavenly lips with tears and never-ending kisses? But so it was I stood checked for a moment; awe, not fear fell upon me; and whilst I stood, a solemn wind began to blow-the most mournful that ear ever heard. Mournful! that is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of earth for a hundred centuries. Many times since, upon a summer day, when the sun is about the hottest, I have remarked the same hollow, solemn, Memnonian, but saintly swell; it is in this world the one sole audible symbol of Eternity. And three times in my life I have happened to hear the same sound in the same circumstances, viz: when standing between an open window and a dead body on a summer day." not. ASSURANCE OF FAITH.-You tell me that you dare not take it upon yourself, frail and imperfect as you are, to feel assured of a perpetual service of Christ and a corresponding oneness and peace with the Father-you therefore deprive yourself of repose in God. Every little cloud of life obscures his face from you-I wish you could look at this subject in the same light that you regard the earthly filial relation. Are you not morally certain you will never cease to respect the wishes of your earthly parents-never cease to love them and seek their happiness? You can be just as certain and fixed in your mind and heart to love and obey God forever-to abstain from every known sin and do everything to please him. A native of the Emerald Isle, on coming to London, engaged a lodging with a feather bed, expecting a great luxury; but was bitterly disappointed, and complained to a friend that it was harder than a straw bed. "Perhaps," replied his friend, "there are but few feathers in the bed." Faith," rejoined Pat, if a few feathers are so hard what must a great many י? be AARON BURR AND JACOB ASTOR.-Many years since, when Aaron Burr was about to leave for England, he sold his mansion and about twenty acres of the pasture and woodland, to Mr. Astor, for $50,000, subject to redemption on his return, by paying the interest. Burr was Mr. Astor's lawyer. Years elapsed, and he came back. In the meanwhile, it had been graded, streets laid out, many improvements made, and consequently the prsyerty greatly enhanced in value. Burr told Mr. Astor he proposed to take the property and refund the money with interest, to which Mr. Astor of course objected. The writings were examined, and the stipulation struck Mr. A. with surprise. The matter was compromised by paying Burr an additional $50,000. The same property now is worth many millions of dollars. In the Netherlands, as soon as a girl has given a promise of marriage, her apartment and all the furniture in it are decorated with garlands of flowers. Every thing belonging to the bridegroom elect, even his pipe and tobacco box, are thus decorated. All the wine and liquor at weddings is called the Brides Tears. There is in the heart of man a native sense of beauty, a latent sympathy, a harmony with all that is lovely on the earth, which makes him unconsciously seek out spots of peculiar sweetness, not only for his daily dwelling but also for his temporary resting place, and for the mansion of his long repose. PENALTY. It was one of the ancient laws of Britain, that if any one should kill or steal a cat belonging to the king's household, having charge of the royal granary, the cat should be suspended by the tip of the tail, its head touching the floor, and grains of wheat should be poured over it until the wheat was as high as the tip of her tail, which pile of wheat should be forfeited to the king. A rather costly job in those times to kill or steal a cat, more especially if the cat had a long tail, The force of habit was remarkably exemplified recently in Kentucky, on the occasion of a funeral. The bereaved wife and a few neighbors, sat waiting the arrival of the people, all solemnly idle. The widow becoming very impatient after sitting idle a few minutes, cried out, "Betty, bring me my knitting, I may as well take a few stitches while the crowd is gathering.” "I'll pay you for this!" cried a man to a rogueish little boy, who had stuck up a ludicrous handbill on his door. "Oh no, sir, I don't charge nothing," said the lad very innocently. JOHN WESLEY.-We said in our last, that the Society of Friends or Quakers did not receive into their communion any one who engaged in the traffic in ardent spirits, and that they also discountenance the use of it as an immorality. Long ago, that great and good man, John Wesley, declared aud publish ed to the world as follows: "The men who traffic in ardent spirits, and sell to all who will buy, are poisoners-general, they murder by the wholesale, neither does their eye pity or spare. And what is their gain? Is it not the blood of these men? Who would envy their large estates and sumptuous palaces? A curse is in the midst of them. The curse of God is on their gradens, their walks, their groves a fire that burns to the nethermost hell. Blood-blood is there--the foundation, the floor, the walls, the roof, are stained with blood. And canst thou hope, O man of blood, though thou art clothed in scarlet and fine linen, and farest sumptuously every day-canst thou hope to deliver down the fields of blood to the third generation? Not so there is a God in heaven-therefore thy name shall be rooted out.— Like as those whom thou hast destroyed, both body and soul, thy memorial shall perish with thee."-S. C. Temperance Advocate. Small things often decide a man's destiny, as the rudder of a ship directs her course. |