A child beginning to read becomes delighted with a newspaper, because he reads of names and things which are familiar, and he makes progress accordingly. A newspaper in one year is worth a quarter's schooling to a child, and every father must consider that substantial information is connected with advancement. The mother of a fam

A MAIN POINT IN LAW.-When John Quincy Adams had about finished his law studies with Mr. Parsons of Newburyport, (afterwards Judge Parsons,) he was told by Mr. Parsons that there was one important thing he had not imparted to him, and which it was very essential he should know, but which he could not impart to him unless he would pay fifty dollars in advance. Mr. Ad-ily being one of its heads, and having more immeams hesitated at first, but finally handed over the money. Mr. Parsons pocketed the fifty dollars, and then said:

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"This important piece of information is this:the main point in law is good evidence."

Mr. Adams diseqvered no symptoms of chagrin. His features wore that same cold placidity for which they have ever been so characteristic. He doubtlessly inwardly resolved to make the most of his dear bought information. Time passed on, and the affair was apparently forgotten. Mr. Parsons and Mr. Adams were on terms of intimacy-they were good frfends. One day Mr. A. apparently in great haste, met Mr. Parsons in the street, told him that he had got to make out a hundred dollars and asked if he could lend him that sum for a few days. Mr. Parsons said he could, and let him have the money; no note or writing was given.Days and weeks had passed along, but Mr. Adamis had not offered to return the hundred dollars. At last Mr Parsons met him and asked him if he had not forgotten that he borrowed that sum of him, and had not returned it?

"Owe you a hundred dollars, asked" M Adams with emphasis, "have you any proof o it?" "No," was the reply.

"Well, Mr. Parsons," said Mr. Adams, "you know that the main point in law is good evidence!" He never again called for that hundred dollars.

diate charge of children, should herself be instructed. A mind amused by reading or study, is of course more considerate and more easily governed. How many thoughtless young men have spent their earnings in a tavern or grog shop, who ought to have been reading! How many parents, who have not spent twenty dollars for books for their families, have given thousands to reclaim a son or a daughter who had fallen thoughtlessly into temptation!

AN ANTHEM OF PRAISE." How happy would one half the honor and the praise lavished on an author after his death have made him during his life-time! Let the grave close over the hand that has labored through feverish midnights-over the warm heart that beat so painfully; let the ear be closed to that applause which was its sweetest music; and then how lavish we grow of all that was before so harshly denied! Then the marble is carved with eulogium; then the life is written; and thousands are lavish of pity and sympathy; everything is given when too late to give anything.

After hypocrites the greatest dupe the devil has, are those who exhaust an anxious existence in the disappointment and vexations of business, and live miserably and meanly only to die magnificently and rich.

"Real popularity," says Lafayette, "is not to Rev. Dr. Woods, Chaplain at the Rhode Island be tested by doing whatever will please the multi-State Prison, stated the other day, before the Sabtude, but by success which we have in persuading the people that they ought not to do that which is wrong, and the firmness with which, when necessary, we prevent them from doing wrong without losing any part of their favor.

A HINT TO WIVES.-Mrs. S. C. Hall has very well said "When a woman seeks to guide her husband, it should not be like one who breaks a horse to his own purpose, using bit and spur, now checking, and now goading his career, but, like the mariner who steers the ship, directs it by a single touch, while none can see the power that rules its motion."

Tom Hood, the author of "the song of a shirt," and the friend of the British poor, is dead. His wife receives the pension originally bestowed upon him by Queen Victoria.

bath Union, that "all the convicts in the prison whom he had questioned, (and this comprised all but two of those now confined there,) there was not one who was not a violater of the Sabbath at the time when he committed the crime of which he had been convicted."

A poetess who contributes to the Cincinnati papers under the assumed name of Kate Cleveland, it is supposed will equal the productions of Mrs. Welby, i. c. "Amelia."

An Irishman was asked the other day, how he could tell when a man was drunk? Faith," answered Pat, "I'd never be after saying that a man was drunk at all, without I saw him try to light his pipe at a pump."

Deal justly with all men.

The Crystal Fount.

NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 1845.

YOUNG MEN.

Some few evenings since we were returning from Brooklyn. As we stepped from the boat, a party of three young men were entering to cross over to the Brooklyn side. It was after 11, and they had evidently been in jovial company, for the loud laugh broke on the ear before their forms could be well discerned. As they entered the boat, the story of their evening's work, and the cause of their obsteperous mirth, were at once disclosed. One of them was drunk, and his two companions, apparently sober themselves, were guiding his staggering steps, and gaily laughing as he reeled. We stopped and looked at them. They were all genteel in personal appearance, and none of them had seen more than twenty-three summers. How early lost! for lost in all probability they were. They passed from view, and as we wended our homeward way, we strove to write in the book of our imagination the history of that young man. Perhaps it was his first debauch, and perhaps his friends who were now leading him home-themselves too long accustomed to the maddening cup to feel its effects so easily-had, amid mirth and laughter, lured him to drink. He

EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.

BOSTON, June 11, 1845. Dear Bro. Aikman:-I have at last found my way to the good city of Boston, the great Literary Emporium, par excellence, of our country. I arrived yesterday morning at 10 o'clock, by the Boston and Providence Railroad. The first object of interest which attracted my attention upon leaving the Depot, was the "Common." It is well laid out in pleasant walks, although not in so regular a manner as to detract at all from its picturesque character. The grounds are well stocked with stately and ancient trees-one of which, I particularly observed, was very carefully fenced in, being a particular favorite, for some cause or other. A friend and fellow-traveller intimated that it would be abont as much as a man's life woule be worth, to "touch a single bough' of that "good old tree." Passing up Tremont street, after a few turns, I found my way to Congress street, where with little difficulty I found at No. 39, the excellent Coffee Saloon of ou̟ worthy brother, I. JEWETT. His is what may be called a “tem. perance house"" and is kept in a style a little superior to any thing I have seen in my travels. Without wishing to draw invidious comparisons between Bro. Jewett's house of refreshment and any other that I have seen, I must say that I think it would astonish some of our "Gothamites" to see the way in

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and “setters" in the temperance cause here, I have not yet had an opportunity of seeing them. If any of our New York Temperance friends should at any time visit the goodly city, they would do well to find out I. JEWETT'S COFFEE SALOON, No. 39, CONGRESS STREET.

has tasted it once-he has felt that exhilerating flow of spirits-which they "do up" things here. If there are any "loafers" and now, with his moral senses blunted, he is ready for a second revel-for a third-for a life, short though it be, of revel and disgrace. Years pass over him-that fair face is red and bloated-that clear eye is blear and blood-shot-that buoyant soul is downcast and blighted. Who will stay his footsteps now? None! Those companions are drunkards like himself, or already in the drunkard's grave; and his boon associates now, are the vile and outcast beings whose touch would once have seemed to him pollution. Not alone at midnight does he return tottering to his home, he staggers at mid-day in the public streets, and sloops at midnight in a hogshead, the gutter, or the Tombs! Home?-poor fellow! he has none.

Was this all imagination? Would to Heaven it were. Bu take that outline, fill it up with a descending series of midnight debauches and crimes-tell of health failing-memory shattered-heart broken--of violated pledges-hopes all gone-and speak beside of a father and a mother mourning over a son's desolated prospects-and dress up the whole in habiliments of living woe—and then you will have a tale of real life, only the more gloomy because it is so real. Young man! pause, and dash to earth the cap; for though pleasure spreads green fields before your view, it is but an illusion-over the future hang clouds of disaster and woe.

I yesterday paid a visit to Bro. BURKE, of the N. E. Washingtonian. He is all sorts of a strong Washingtonian. His whole soul seems to be in the cause; and I am happy to learn that the people are acknowledging the value of his services by liberally subscribing for his paper. Our interview with Bro. Burke was of a very agreeable character indeed.

Who should I come across in the " Washingtonian" office but our old friend SANDY WELCH-as large as life, as jovial as ever, and twice as hearty and good-looking as ever we saw him before. He has been in this region for a week or two, and intends remaining in the vicinity of Boston for some little time. He is "the same old coon" here that he is at home.

Going into another room, I encountered our comical friend DODGE. You may depend there was considerable "shaking of bones" about that time. He looked extremely natural—and although not a little lionized in "these diggins," he has assumed none of the ferocity of that animal. He cordially invited me to dine with him at the "Washington Coffee House," (a first rate temperance hotel,) which I as cordially accepted; and upon proceeding to said hotel, I had the pleasure of meeting our wor

visiting Maine, for the purpose of exercising their vocal powers among the inhabitants of that region, where DODGE avers it is necessary to "pry the sun up with a crowbar." Success to

STRANGE. How happens it that those men who most strenuously oppose legal enactments on the subject of temperance are generally fond of the most violent expressions? Anti-thy friend COVERT. By the way, COVERT and DODGE are about penal-laws, and anti-moderate-terms, generally go hand in hand. If you want to find a man of harsh words, who coins his mother Saxon into mint drops of pure gall, just look for him in a nopenalty editor. Why are sentiments so bland and merciful, After dinner, accompanied by Bro. DODGE, (who admirably peculiar almost to men so relentless and unmerciful in lan- performed the office of cicerone,) I visited the celebrated “Craguage? We give it as a problem for some pseychologist to solve, and perhaps if some non-resistant friend cannot solve it, dle of Liberty," Fanueil Hall-the Exchange-the Post Office we will do it ourselves, for the especial benefit of one or two-the New Custom House-and the Market, which I think, in of our editorial friends at a distance. Who takes?

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point of convenience, splendor and extent, exceeds anything I

have ever seen.

Thurlow Weed says that it bears the palm among all the markets in the world, and I can readily credit his assertion. Having walked about considerably, and the weather being extremely sultry, we stepped into the Confectionary of Mr. BRADSHAW, No. 9, Marshall street, to partake of his delectable ice cream. It was a little the "tallest we ever luxuriated upon. Connected with this store is a curiosity which attracts the attention of strangers not a little. The following circular, issued by Mr. Bradshaw, more fully explains than I could, the nature of the curiosity.

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and cents is concerned. We have just been informed that a gentleman named Mr. John Osborn, of South Boston, who is fortunate enough to have a number of houses to let in that sec tion of the city, declines, most pecmptorily, that they should be used for any purpose involving the use of alcohol. Upon being informed recently that intoxicating liquor was sold in one or two of his houses, he immediately repaired to his tenants, and told them in plain terms, that in twenty-four hours they must turn out their liquor or leave the pre nises-a hint which was immediately taken, and the stimulus turned out of doors. A worthy example.

J. G. B.

"THE BOSTON STONE, which stands in front of Mr. Bradshaw's Saloon, No. 9, Marshall Street, has for many years exBOSTON W. T. B. SOCIETY.-This society held a meeting in cited the curiosity of the public. Its history was little known till recently. It is marked 1737, and was placed there in that the Tremont Temple, on Sunday evening last. The house was year. It is an old fashioned Paint Mill, and was imported from not so well filled as might have been desirable—owing to the op England about the year 1700, by the painter who occupied the pressiveness of the weather. The audience was addressed by old mansion at the end of Marshall Street, which in former years was used as a Hotel, and in front of which was an Englsh Coat Capt. Wm. Baxter, favorably known in Boston as one of the of Arms, inwrought with the last named date upon it. earliest Washingtonians, and Mr. Geo. Haydock, the ex-probuilding was removed in 1835, to make way for the more mod-fessional wood-sawyer, of Hudson, N. Y. The addresses were ern block which now occupies the spot, with the coat of arms replaced in front. The stone, which was turned upside down, listened to wich attention. Upon the same evening, a meeting is hollow, and holds nearly two barrels; the grinder belonging was held in the society's hall, in Court street, which was crowdto it has been found in the neighboring premises and is a per-ed to excess. Mr. O'Brien, and others, spoke upon the subject fectly circular stone, about 18 inches in diameter. It was of total abstinence, to great acceptance. We did not learn how soon after painted over with the American Eagle, inscribed with the date of the placing of the Mill in that spot, 1737- many signed the pledge. and fairly mounted upon the top of its old associate, the revo, lutoinized Mill; but in 1836 it was modified to its present form and position, where it is still attracting the attention of the public eye.'

Later in the afternoon, in company with Bro. I. JEWETT, I took a walk to see a few more of the curiosities. The first object of interest was an ancient building, bearing the date of 1680 on its front. It is situated at the corner of Ann street and Dock Square, and is occupied by Mr. John K. Simpson, as an upholstery store. Passing on a little farther, we came to the Brat

tle Square Church, in the front wall of which is to be perceived a cannon ball, which was fired over the city at the memorable battle of Bunker Hill, and struck against the church. The

force of the ball was not sufficient to imbed it in the bricks, but it caused quite an indentation, and such was the interest attach ed to the incident, that it was built into the wall, in the spot upon which it struck, and remains an object of curiosity to this day.

J. G. B.

FOURTH OF JULY AT ROXBURY, MASS.-The Washingtonians of this place and vicinity intend celebrating this day in an appropriate manner-procession-oration-collation, &c.; Rev. E. H. CHAPIN, of Charlestown, will be the orator of the day. An invitation has been extended to the Rechabites in Roxbury, and they in turn have invited the Rechabites of Boston to unite with them. A large turn-out is expected.

J. G. B.

RUM AND DEATH. Thirteen years ago the writer had a friend, a fellow clerk in a jobbing store down town, who be During the day I had the pleasure of an introduction and intercame addicted early to the bowl. Two out of three of our emview with Messrs. Viallee, Thomas S. Neal, E. K. Whittaker,ployers drank, and three of the clerks followed their example. Edwin Thompson, W. R. Stacy, Capt. Baxter, Samuel P. El-The one alluded to above, W, drank most deeply, and lis, R. K. Potter, P. Mixter, H. Hayward, Samuel Edwards, went to ruin most rapidly. As might have been expected, aland other prominent Washingtonians, Rechabites and Sons of though with admirable advantages for business the concern failTemperance of this city and vicinity. I also stumbled upon ed, and W- , with the rest of us, was thrown out of emBro. Geo. Haydock, the ex-professional Hudson wood sawyerployment. He had been the salesman, had a wide acquaina Washingtonian of the first water, and a lecturer of no small tance, and a complete knowledge of business, but he had now ability. The temperance cause progresses finely in this city. become such a sot that steady employment was out of the quesThe Washingtonians seem to pull as one man. I do not hear tion. A young wife was depending upon him, and an infant them slandering each other, endeavoring to throw stumbling- child, but rum had grasped him with its giant power, and he blocks in the way of each other's usefulness. More upon this had no strength to struggle with the monster. As fast as a lithead hereafter. I must close. tle money was gathered together it went for rum-his wife was beggared and her heart broke-but W- still went on. After the separation of a year I met W in Nassau st. His hueless face, bleared eye, and cadaverous cheek told of death near at hand. He recognised me, for he was sober at the time."Well W- -," said I, "how do you do." "Sick," said

JAMES G. BURNETT.

GOING THE WHOLE HOG.-It is gratifying to perceive, in the midst of this world of incongruities and inconsistencies, that there are some who are unwilling to lay themselves open to a charge of inconsistency, even where the potent salvo of dollars

he, "very sick, the Doctor tells me I cannot live long." "My dear fellow" said I "give up that cup of ruin and you will live again, live for yourself, live for your friends." He looked at me sorrowfully for a few moments, and then said, with a tone of hopelessness" No, I can't now, I must drink till I die, and the doctor tells me that it will carry me off before new-year's day." He turned from me and passed through the door of a tippling shop near by. It was then September; ere the winter set in poor IV- — was dead! Death looked him in the face, but he must drink till he die. What a terrific thing that appetite for rum is! How close and fital the connection between Rum and Death!

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way. Ah! rum is a great leveller! The writer heard of it and sought an interview; and in a poor tenement, where a poor woman had in charity given her a shelter, he met one whom he had last seen in so different circumstances. There was a little remnant of former beauty, but oh how little. The eyes were bleared, the cheek hollow, and the whole appearance so different. She signed the pledge, but broke it again, reformed and fell back,-and is now away from the city, we know not where, nor what.

So does rum level. Who cannot write such histories? We knew a merchant once in an extensive business down town, and there are not a few who could tell the story. He was in repuBut wine table life, and had wealth to a considerable amount. and rum broke down his morals and his business, and he died insolvent and in a brothel. A man never knows what he will become, save that he will never get higher, but always lower, when he drinks. Intemperanee is like the grave-in its domain

distinctions are lost

"There all are equal, side by side,

The poor man and the son of pride."

THE GREAT LEVELLER.-In our last we made some remarks upon intemperance among the High and Low. It may bo doubted, however, whether any such distinction ought to be made, when Temperance is concerned, as high and low; unless indeed it be a distinction in guilt. The poor wretch, who lies bruised and bloody on the public road, is indeed laden with guilt as heavily as with woe; but his crime is far less than that of the man who in the lap of affluence, and in the enjoyment of all earthly blessings, seeks for new gratifications amid scenes of COLLEGE COMMENCEMENTS.-It would surprise some of our revel and debauch. Riches and station bring accumulated resober-minded readers if they could but step behind the scenes sponsibility, and, when perverted to evil, spread wider desolaon commencement days, and see some of the literary exercises tion. It is not very strange that weak human nature, almost of some of the young gentlemen. In this city, (we will not untutored by education, and early familiarized with misery and speak very positively of other places, although they are all very perhaps with crim, should yield to the seduction of the exci- similar,) the usual and almost indispensable accompaniment of ting draught, and go by easy stages to the lower deep; but it is the church is the punch-room. Here the young gentlemen restrange that those whom education has enlightened, upon whom, tire to refresh themselves, and mere children can almost any station confers large obligations, and to whom all innocent plea-time be seen guzzling the strong potions, while their friends are sures are accessible, it is strange that they should trample upon in vain endeavoring to get them to a cab, so that they can reach conscience and dash aside restraint, and spread wide ruin round their homes-to walk being impossible. them when they lie down amid the wreck of all life's hopes.It is strange to think of, but terrible proofs in daily life show that it is not singular in fact.

If there is a distinction in guilt, however, and a difference in the influence exerted, there is often not much distinction in misery. The demon of rum is a great leveller. While fulfilling his malign mission he does indeed never level by elevation, but still he levels. He never raises the poor man to a level with the rich, but he often drags down the rich to the platform of the poor. He never gives to the simple the wisdom of the wise, nor to the plodding tongue of the clown the lofty diction and eloquent tongue of the orator; but he often makes the wise man a fool, and the orator a gibbering idiot. Ah! rum is a great leveller. We knew a lady once, of entire respectability in life, and of polite and easy manners; there are those living now who have mingled with her in the social circle, and listened to the music ef her voice; it was a pleasure we once enjoyed ourselves, and well do we remember the strains she sung, while those around listened in mute pleasure. Years passed away, and where was she? The writer after an absence of some years from New York came back, and learned that the demon of intemperance had laid his grasp upon her. Why tell her story? It is like a thousand others. Friends shunned her; her husband, after bearing for years the secret miseries of a home made woeful by a drunken wife, and public mortification when it became knowa abroad, deserted her; (this, this, woman never does) and she sunk lower, and lower, till that voice was heard stammering folly in thestreets, and that form was laid in the public

MARSHALL SOCIETY.-It will be seen, by our advertising columns, that our friends of the Marshall Society hold a public meeting in the hall in Grand street, on the evening of next Tuesday. The long and active life of this society give it a claim on public regard, and from the names of the speakers, we doubt not a good time may be expected. We commend our readers to a timely attendance.

By intemperance the rich man wastes his power of doing good, and alleviating the sufferings of the poor. The poor man wastes his peace, and brings on the partner of his life accumulated sorrows; and on his children poverty, rags, hunger and disgrace.

There are thousands who are ever ready to do the talking, but We want in the Temperance cause men to work.the number who are willing to work for the reformation of the drunkard is small.

TEMPERANCE TRAVELLERS.-The season for travelling is at hand, and it would be well if every temperance man would resolve that wherever he goes this summer he will be known as a temperance man. Many seem to thirk that when they leave their homes for a season, they leave behind them all obligations to advance the great cause. An intelligent traveller can do a vast amount of good, if he is willing to do his duty, by conversation and exemple. If but a few friends of temperance band together as they may be travelling the same road; the bar will be forsaken by a large portion of their fellow passengers.