THIRD ANNUAL CELEBRATION OF THE INDEPENDENT ORDER OF RECHABITES. we thank them for their presence upou the occasion of our cele bration. Being admonished by lack of space that we must not enlarge On Monday, August 4th, the Third Annual Celebration of upon this topic, we subjoin extracts from two of our city pa our Order came off pursuant to arrangements made by a com mittee appointed by New York District, No. 1, for that purpose. The day was fine-though rather too warm for comfort -but the turn-out was not so large, by a thousand or two, as it ought to have been-or as we had reason to expect. There were but about fifteen hundred brethren in the procession. It is unnecessary to advert to the circumstances which led to this result, but the extreme oppressiveness of the weather, and the absence of a vast number of our brethren from the city, may account, in some measure, for the fact that but half the membership of New York District united in celebrating that day. Those who truly love the Rechabite cause, and whose affections are not engrossed by other interests, have seen enough to put them on their guard, and will doubtless profit by the experience of the few past weeks. The arrangements as announced by the Committee in our paper of last week, were carried out in a satisfactory manner. Our worthy Brother, Col. W. JAY HASKETT, sustained his well earned reputation as an efficient Grand Marshal. The oration of Bro. ALEX. MING, Jr. is published in this week's paper, and speaks for itself-commendation from our pen were superfluous. Bro. PENFIELD, of Crystal Fount Tent, performed the duties of Chaplain of the day, and in the services at the Parade Ground, offered up a most fervent and impressive prayer for the Order. Much credit is due to Brothers Jenkins and Sweet, Special Aids to the Grand Marshal, and also the Marshals of the several tents, for the manner in which they performed the duties assigned them. There were five full Brass Bands in attendance-Dingle's, Dodsworth's, Shelton's, Willis's, and the Brooklyn Brass Band, all of which acquitted themselves most creditably. The array of banners displayed on the occasion were of the most beautiful description-many of them were flung to the breeze for the first time. Although our position in the line did not afford us an opportunity of noting them as particularly as we could have wished, our attention was particularly attracted by the banners of Washington Tent, painted by Mr. HamiltonArk, by Mr. Solomon Fanning, 200 Eighth Avenue-Mohegan, and Marion, by the same promising artist-Palestine, by Brothers J. H. Cafferty and C. Dennis-Knickerbocker, by the ne-National, by Ackerman & Miller-Eastern Star, by Bro. C. Dennis-Clinton (two new ones)-and those of Covenant and Atlantic tents, by whom executed we were unable to learn. There were some dozen other banners, which have been noticed in our paper on former occasions. Of the artistical execution of the emblems above alluded to, we need not speak; suffice it to say, that every one pronounced it the most brilliant display which has been witnessed in our city for a long time. same Among those who turned out in honor of the day, we were happy to observe a sprinkling of brethren from all parts of the country-Portsmouth, N. H., Boston, Providence, Norwich, New London, New Jersey, Troy, Utica, Buffalo, and even from Portsmouth, Va., and Wilmington, N. C: Their zeal will be remembered by the brethren of New York, and in their behalf, pers with reference to the celebration: the Re PROCESSION OF THE RECHABITES.-Yesterday, chabites, agreeably to notice, assembled in great force, in full regalia, and marched in procession through some of our principal streets, attended by their bands of music. The different W. Jay Haskett, Esq., marched through Varick to Laight, Tents met at Hudson Square, and there being marshalled by thence along Hudson, Chambers, Broadway, Fulton, Nassau and Chatham, up Chatham to the Bowery, down Fourth to Broadway, and thence to the Washington Parade Ground.Here, after appropriate music and a prayer, the oration was delivered by Alexander Ming, Jr. Esq., on the subject of Rechabitism.' It was a very creditable performance, and gave great satisfaction to the Brethren. After this, the different Associations returned to their respective quarters, cession passed our office, we noticed the following Tents:As the proWashington, La Fayette, Crystal Fount, Empire, National, Eastern Star, Mobegan. Amity, Ark, Palestine, Covenant, Bushwick, and the Brooklyn and Williamsburg tents. A large nember of others were present, whose banners and numbers we were unable to recognize. The whole affair was well managed, and passed off in a very satisfactory manner.-True Sun. ORDER OF RECHABITES-GRAND CELEBRATION.-The ad vocates of Temperance, known as the I. O. of R., celebrated their third anniversary yesterday. They turned out in great force, forming a splendid and imposing procession, with a magnificent array of beautiful banners. After passing through the principal streets, they halted at Washington Parade Ground, where an eloquent oration was delivered by Alex. Ming, Jr., Esq. We learn that the oration will be printed. Much credit for the precision with which the details of the programme was awarded to the Grand Marshal, Col. Haskett, and his aids, were observed throughout the day. Tents from neighboring cities and towns were represented by large delegations. This order is composed of some of our most respectable citizens, thousands monthly, and to distressed brethren from all parts of and is of a beneficial character, dispensing funds to several the country.-N. Y. Sun. We are compelled to omit a portion of the list of newly installed officers of Tents in New York District, owing to the press of other matter. They will appear in our next. OFFICERS OF TENTS IN N. Y. DISTRICT. NEW-YORK DISTRICT, NO. I. Washington, No. 1, Tuesday, corner of Bleeker street and Cottage Place. New York, No. 2, Monday, corner of Bleecker street and Cottage Place. Washington Marine, No. 3, Wednesday, cor Canal and Elm, Lafayette, No. 5, Friday, 193 Bowery, fourth story. Brooklyn, No. 10, Thursday, 309 Fulton street, Brooklyn. Fidelity, No. 12, Friday, Marion Hall, West Broadway. Fulton, No. 15, Monday, Wash. Temp. Hall, Jersey city. Atlantic, 16, Thursday, corner of Catharine and Henry sts. Clinton, No. 18, Wednesday, 193 Bowery. Crystal Fount, No. 19. Tuesday, 93 Third Avenue. Jefferson, No. 22, Friday, Mamaroneck, New York. Marion, 23, Tuesday, Portchester, Westchester county,N. Y. Columbian, No. 24, Thursday, corner of Bleecker street and Cottage Place. Knickerbocker, No. 28, Wednesday, Mariner's Hall, in Cherry street. Manhattan, 31, Thursday, corner of Avenue C and Third st. Empire, 35, Monday, corner of Catharine and Henry streets. National, No. 37, Friday, 28 Catherine st. Long Island, No. 42, Monday, Odd Fellows' Hall, Williamsburgh, L. I. Eastern Star, No. 49, Monday, Thalian Hall, 460 Grand st. Mohegan, No. 50. Thursday, Wesleyan chapel, in 16th street. Orange, No. 51, Thursday, at Chester, Orange co., N. Y. Amity, No. 53, Saturday, Hackensack, New Jersey. Ark, No. 61, Friday, corner of Canal and Elm sts. Palestine, No 62. Tuesday, corner of Canal and Elm sts. Covenant, No. 67, Thursday, Washington Marine tent-room. Bushwick, No. 72, weekly, Bushwick, L. I. Cataract, No. 74, Wednesday, Paterson, N, J. Mount Vernon, No. 76, Monday, Lafayette tent-room, 193 Bowery. Unanimity, No. 83-Wednesday, Flushing, L. I. Excelsior, No. 88, Thursday, Mariners' Hall, Cherry street. Huguenot. No. 91, Monday evening, at New Rochelle, N.Y. Eureka, 92, Friday, corner of Grove and Hudson streets. Marshall, No. 95-Friday evening, corner of Broadway and Grand street. Good Samaritan, 109, Saturday, Columbian Hall, Grand st. Harmony, No. 6, Monday, New London, Conn. Relief, No. 8, Thursday, New Haven, Conn. MASSACHUSETTS DISTRICT, NO. III. Corner Stone, No. 47, Wednesday, South Boston, Mass. Olive Branch, No. 81, Wednesday, Charlestown, Mass. Pawtucket, No. 101-Weekly, at Lowell, Mass. Charles River, 116,-Friday evening, Cambridge, Mass. CENTRAL DISTRICT, NO. IV. Central, No. 13, Tuesday, Utica, New York. NORTHERN NEW YORK DISTRICT, NO. VI. MAINE DISTRICT, NO. VII. Salmon Rock, No. 93, Saturday. Salmon Falls, Hollis, Me Lewiston Falls, 119-Thursday, Lewiston, Me. EMPIRE DISTRICT, NO. VIII. Madison, No. 25, weekly, at Munnsville, Madison co., N. Y. Eaton, No. 32, weekly, at Morrisville, Madison co., N. Y. Empire, No. 77, weekly, Hamilton, Madison co., N. Y. Lenox, No. 99-Thursday, at Wampsville, Madison Co. ESSEX DISTRICT, NO. IX. Naumkeag, No 36, Monday, Salem, Mass. Sagamore, No. 48, Monday, Lynn, Mass. Samaritan, No. 55, Thursday, Marblehead, Mass. Agawam, No. 63, Wednesday, Lynn, Mass. Granite, No. 71, Tuesday, Gloucester, Mass. Mechanics', No. 79. Tuesday. Haverhill, Mass. Rockingham, No. 84. Tuesday, Portsmouth, N. H. Howard, No. 87, Danvers, Mass. Strafford, 103, Wednesday. Dover, N. H. Cochickewick, 104,-Saturday, Andover, So. Parish, Mass Ocean, 105-Friday, Salem, Mass. HOWARD DISTRICT, NO. X. Halcyon, No. 14, Friday, Norwich, N. Y. Chenango, No. 64, Tuesday, Oxford, Chenango co., N. Y. TENTS UNDER THE JURISDICTION OF GEN. DIS. COM. Spring of Canada, No. 45, Monday, Montreal. Hope of Toronto, No 70, Tuesday, Toronto, U. C. Triumphant, No. 89, weekly, at Portsmouth, Va. Union, No. 96-weekly, at Montreal, L. C. Old North State, No. 97-weekly, at Wilmington. N. C. Perseverance, No. 107, weekly, Montreal, L. C. Ark of Safety, 115-Weekly, Coburg, U. C TOTAL NUMBER OF TENTS, 122. WORTH MAKES THE MAN.-Worth makes the man; not wealth, not dress, not parade. You will find more r al manlin 3s, more sound sense, more loveliness of character, in the humble walks of life, than was ever dreamed of in the circles of fashion, of pride, of wealth, of Chesterfieldian rules of politeness. When a man of sense-no matter how humble his origin, or lowly his occupation, may appear in the eyes of the vain and foppish-is treated with contempt, he will soon forget it; but will put forth all the energies of his mind to rise above those who thus look down in scorn upon him. By shunning the mechanic, we exert all influence derogatory to honest labor and make it unfashionable for young men to learn trades, or labor for a support. Did our young women realize that for all their parents possess, they are indebted to the mechanic, it would be their desire to elevate him and encourage his visits to their society, while they would treat with scorn he lazy, the sponger and the well dressed pauper. On looking back a few years, our most fastidious ladies can trace their genealogy from some humble mechanics, who, perhaps in their day were sneered at by the proud and fool sh, while their grandmother gladly received them to their bosoms.-Joseph C. Neal. SIMPLICITY. The more I see of the world, the more I am satisfied that simplicity is inseparably the companion of true greatness. I never yet knew a truly great man--a man who overtopped his fellow-men-who did not possess a certain playful, almost infantile simplicity. True greatness never struts on stilts, or plays the king upon the stage. Conscious of its elevation, and knowing in what that elevation consists, it is happy to act its part like other men, in the business and 'amusements of mankind. It is not afraid of being undervalued for its humility. What a singular medley a newspaper must be! In one column you will find a labored and swelling eulogy of departed greatness, apparently written with tears and inspired by sorrow; in the next appears the history of the crops; anon occurs a meagre witticism; next comes a circus puff, or a recommendation of ice cream, and then follow the deaths and marriages. All tastes, (and no tastes at all,) must be consulted. Sorrow and fun, business and nonsense, must all find a place in the folio of four pages, or people "will stop the paper." "Who goes there?" called out an Irish sentry of the British legion at St. Sebastian. "A friend," was the prompt reply. "Then stand where you are," cried Pat, "for you are the first that I have met with in this muthern country." An extravagant young gentleman having for a few days sported a pair of beautiful gray horses, asked a friend of his who happened to be of a serious cast, what he thought of his greys. Why, I confess, Ned," replied the other, "they look extremely beautiful; but, take my word for it, your greys will very soon be converted into duns.” BANGOR CONUNDRUM.-"Why am the Steamer Charter Oak like a fashionable novel-ha, Jumbo?” "Well, caze she's had a great run." "Dat's werry good, but 'taint it." "Well den Bill, I gibs dat up." "It's bekase she's from de Pen-ob-Scot." "George Washington Napoleon Hannibal Harrison.” 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. Farewell! farewell! is often heard The honest words, "Good-bye!" In the guise of courtly speech; The mother sending forth her child To meet with cares and strife, Breathes though her tears her hopes and fears, But the deepest sigh of anguish gives- Go watch the pale and dying one, When the glance has lost its gleam- A TOPER'S EXPEDIENT.-A gentleman having a bad leg vas told by his physician that he must not drink, or the liquor would run into it. One day the doctor called upon him, and ound him with his bottle before him, out of which he had been rinking pretty freely. "Ah!" exclaimed the physician, "what did I tell you?" "All right, doctor," said the invalid, pointing to his feet eleated upon a high table; "it cant run down my leg." The constancy of the wise, is only the art of keeping their isquietudes to themselves. No. XXIII. THE FAITHLESS WIFE, OR WOMAN NOT ALL EVIL. The evening sun shone freely into the room where Edward Murray sat beside his dying child. Her sufferings had been long and severe, but now she slept calmly as an infant, one hand clasped in her fathers, while her pale cheek rested in the other, half hidden by the long soft hair that floated over the pillow. God only could know the bitterness of anguish that wrung the father's heart as he looked upon that beloved face and felt that it would soon be hidden from him forever. He was a man of reserved manners, and few knew the story of his life. It was whispered that his wife whom he adored had left him years before, and was worse than dead: and it was well known that he seemed to care for nothing in this wide world, save the daughter whose infancy and youth he had watched with tenderness like a mother's. He had never left her even for a day; he had renounced intercourse with friends and relations to live only for her; and now there lay his idol, dying; he knew it, he felt it, and yet his eyes were dry, and his lips did not tremble as he murmured slowly, "God bless her! she is my all, and has been my good angel-God bless her!", He rejoiced in her calm sleep, and yet he watched for the time when she would wake and speak to him, for he felt her delirium had passed O! how cruelly the wandering of her pure and innocent mind had opened afresh the secret sorrows of her father! It was ever of her early childhood that she spoke, of her first home she remembered, of her long lost mother. Often would she start from her pillow, exclaiming that she was come, and mingling words of welcome and endearment with reproaches for having delayed her coming so long. Little had Mr. Murray dreamed of the fondness with which his Helen had clung to the name so long unspoken; little recked he till then of the deep and passionate affection that made her unconscious tongue eloquent in addressing the vision of her fancy. Hour by hour he sat listening to her fond details of long past events; how she sat with her mother in the shadow of the old lime tree watching for him; and again her joyous laugh rang out as she told of his coming, and of all he said as he clasped them both to his bosom; she told him she had knelt between them to pray, and again she uttered the very words of the first simple prayer her mother taught her. It was nearly sunset when Helen awoke. Her eyes rested long and sadly on her father's altered face; and at last, drawing him toward her, she laid her head on his bosom, and wept silently. "What ails you, darling?" he said; "you are better, surely." "Yes, yes, I am better; but I see it all. I have almost broken your heart." "No, Helen, it is not you, dear child you have been my comfort and joy," he exclaimed: "you are so still." "I have been delirious, I know," said Helen, "and have spoken of things that must have tortured you." "It matters not, my child. Do you think a day passes wherein do not think of these things? What else has made me what I am? I have been a sad companion for you, Helen, but God knows I have loved you well." It was after a long silence that Helen spoke again: "Let me," said she, " 'once, only once more speak of her. A day may come, when in bitter sorrow, she may ask your forgiveness. Sometimes I think of her-pale, dying, broken-hearted, -praying you to say one kind word to her before she dies. Oh, father!-dearest father! if that time should ever come, promise, for the sake of your child, who will then be in her cold grave, promise to forgive her." His voice was hoarse, but he replied, calmly': "Helen! I have long since forgiven her! but I promise you by all I hold most sacred, if ever I hear of her in trouble or sorrow, I will do all she has left me the power to do, to comfort and re lieve her." "God bless you for these words! I have prayed for her all my life, and now in my death my last thoughts are for you and for her. Father will you not pray with me?" He knelt down and covered his face, while his child, calling up all her dying strength-poured forth a fervent prayer for the erring wife, the lost mother. To Edward Murray her voice was as the voice of an angel pleading for the fallen one in whom his heart had once delighted. His frame shook with the violence of his emotions as that young voice, strong in the energy of faith and love, breathed its, last prayer, uniting one more their names that had long been sundered, ari asking blessings on both. Helen's prayer was done her spirit lingered awhile, and then led forever. At midnight when the servants ver tured to enter the room, the father still held the fair young head on his bosom: but he knew st was dead, and after he had laid her tenderly ca the pillow, and kissed her cheek, suffered them to lead him away without a murmur. His was a grief of which the world could know nothing. None heard him complain; none sa him weep; and yet there was in that face, betraying more grief than tears or words could have expressed; he did all that he was asked to do; bat it seemed that if left alone he would have musel on forever, unconscious of all that passed aroun him. He did not see the dead again; but he fl lowed her to the grave, and returned with a fire step to his solitary home. He had no A week-two-three weeks passed away, and still Mr. Murray remained in the same stupor of unspoken grief with which he saw his last earthly hope fade from his arms forever. friends, and all who loved poor Helen pitied him. dared not speak of comfort. Once the nurse who had attended Helen from her birth, came to beg he would rouse himself, but when he raised his calm, hopeless eyes, the words died on her lips, and she felt it would be but mockery to speak of comme consolation to one on whom had fallen the weight of sorrow like this. It chanced one evening, it might have been a month after his child's death, as he paced the large chamber which had been her favorite sitting rooL, his eyes fell on her desk. He started, and turned hastily away; but returning soon to the table on which it stood, began to examine its contents.— The first thing he touched was a paper covered with her own delicate hand-writing. He remem tered the day she had sat there, even where he stood now, and he observed that she was writing unconsciously while she conversed with him. Her own name and his were traced again and again on that paper, and he pressed it passionately to his lips. Then he found a copy of unfinished ve ses, sweet and full of promise, breathing the fresh purity of a gifted, yet half-developed mind. The there were some slight sketches made in the previous summer, and among them an attempted like ness of himself. He recollected the day she Li' him sit for his picture, how wit and genius, or what seemed such to him, flowed from her tongue, and lightened her smile. He could not bear b look at it, but turned over a few papers that remained in the desk. When he lifted the last, h found beneath it a small agate box, the first gift |