VALUABLE RULES, HINTS, &c. The following excellent WINTER RULES we copy from Hall's Journal of Health. Never go to bed with cold, damp feet. On going into cold air, keep the mouth resolutely closed, so that by compelling. the air to pass circuituously through the nose and head, it may become warmed before it reaches the lungs, and thus prevent those shocks and sudden chills which frequently end in pleurisy, pneumonia, and other serious forms of disease. Never sleep with the head in the draught | of an open door or window, Let more covering be on the lower limbs than on the body. Have an extra covering within easy reach, in case of a suddenand great change during the night. Never stand a moment out of doors, especially at street corners, after having walked even a short distance. Never ride near the open window of a vehicle for a single half minute, especially if it has been preceded by a walk; valuable lives have thus been lost, or good health permanently destroyed. Never put on a new boot or shoe in beginning a journey. Never wear India rubbers in cold, dry weather. If compelled to face a bitter cold wind, throw a silk handkerchief over the face; its agency is wonderful in modifying the cold. Those who are easily chilled in going out of doors, should have some cotton batting attached to the vest or other garment, so as to protect the space between the shoulder blades behind, the lungs being attached to the body at that point; a little there is worth five times the amount over the chest in front. Never sit for more than a minute at a time with the back near the fire or stove. Avoid sitting against cushions in the backs of pews in churches; if the uncovered board feels cold, sit erect without touching it. Never begin a journey until breakfast has been eaten. After speaking or singing in a warm room in Winter, do not leave it for at least ten minutes, and even then close the mouth, put on the gloves, wrap up the neck, and put on the cloak or overcoat before passing out of the door. Never speak under a hoarseness, especially if it requires an effort, or gives a hurting or painful feeling, for it often re sults in a permanent loss of voice, or long life of invalidism. POETRY. THE HOME VALENTINE. "Jeweder tragit in sich den Tod, Sat musing o'er the annual song His home's dear muse inspired: With all love's vernal glow, He paused, and with a mournful mein, And long upon its silvery sheen In pensive silence gazed: It were not strange to say, Just then a soft cheek pressed his own. And sweet words breathed in sweeter tone, Thus murmered in his ear: -teste ... "Ah, sigh not, love, to mark the trace, It was not manhood's outward grace, A dawn of silvery lustre mocks The midnight they have known: Yet shalt thou feel in my caress As nearer, and with tender kiss, To manhood's faded prime I should have felt, had'st thou been near, Our hearts, indeed, have nought to fear From all the frosts of Time." COMMUNICATIONS. For the Repository. WHAT ARE WE COMING TO? THE FULSOME PANEGYRIC OF CONGRESS. came to his death by violating the laws of God and man, we are led to exclaim, What are we coming to! Deeds of heroism and generosity are sometimes performed by pirates upon the high seas, or robbers upon the land, but such deeds can only excite commisseration, they cannot -ought not save a man from the punishment due to his crimes. Much less should the correct and honorable deportment of a man, from his youth, serve to screen him from condemnation, when at the ripest period of his existence, he deliberately places himself in a position to commit murder, or to be murdered. Such conduct would be bad enough for any man in a private station, but when men in high official position so far forgot their duty to themselves, their country and their God, as to violate the very laws which they had sworn to support, and the legislative body to which they belong, solemnly endorses their conduct, we, (I say,) are led to exclaim, WHAT ARE WE COMING TO!" That the Government of the country should present such an exhibition of fulsome eulogy upon a recent occasion, evinces that the standard of morals in the nation at large is very low, and deserves the censure so liberally bestowed upon us by foreigners. We are glad to notice that there was one Senator possessing sufficient moral courage to dissent from voting in favor of the "usual resolutions." The most consumate coward, impelled by pride and fashion will give or accept a challenge, and under the same influer.ces, reinforced by custom, will laud the duellist. It requires a moral courage which few possess, to confront wrong doing in any community, but such moral courage rises to a sublime virtue when it is brought to bear in a courteous, but firm and determined manner against error in high places. I had rather be that Senator to "do right," than to partake of the odium which always attaches to, and sooner or later will overwhelm wrong doers; and from which present popularity can afford no relief, X. L. MAIL ARRANGEMENTS. POST OFFICE, NEW LONDON, January 1, 1860.) NEW YORK AND SOUTHERN-[By Steamboat.] Closes at 8 P. M. Arrives at 2 o'clock A. M. NEW YORK AND SOUTHERN-[By Railroad.] Closes at 11 A. M., and 51 P. M. Arrives at 1 P. M. NEW HAVEN. Closes at 11 A. M. and 53 P. M. The mail closing at 5 P. M. is the way mail by which the offices are supplied between New London and New Haven; matter for offices beyond New Haven, however. is also sent by the mail which loses at 124 P. M. An additional New Haven mail is also received at 8 P. M.. bringing nothing from offices between New Haven and New London. BOSTON, PROVIDENCE AND EASTERN. Closes for the "Shore Line" R. R. Route at 12 M. Arrives at 11 P. M. .worthless Grocer's Bank, Boston...... .redeemed Western Bank, Springfield... Bank of North America, Seymour..... Closes for Steamboat and N &W. R. R. at 8 P. M. Litchfield Bank...... ALBANY AND WESTERN-[By Railroad.] Arrives at 6 P. M. 10 50 10 2 90 2 CALIFORNIA TICKETS -AND DRAFTS! Furnished at the Adams Express Co.'s Office. P. TURNER. DRAFTS on England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, and Passage Certificates to and from those countries Also, Drafts on all parts of Germany furnished at the Adams Express Co.,s Office. P. TURNER. Feb. 22-tf. 1860-Now is the Time to Subscribe!--1860. "The Country Gentleman," W Chicago Democrat, "is the name of, WITHOUT RITES the Hon. JOHN WENTWORTH in the QUESTION, THE BEST AGRICULTURAL MAGA- The Country Gentleman is published weekly-16 90 pages quarto, and entered upon its FIFTEENTH VOL UME with 1860-inaugurating at that time several improvements-among them an enlarged page, lar ger type, and an increased amount of contents. The Country Gentleman forms far the most com5 plete and practical Journal for the Farmer and Country Resident, published in this country. Terms, TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. Address with remit tance, or for sample numbers. LUTHER TUCKER & SON, Albany, N. Y. * Arrangement have been completed by which 75 the Publishers of the Country Gertieman are enablep to offer Merchant's Exchange Bank, Bridgeport.... 90 250 of the Best Strawberry Plants, Pahquioque Bank, Danbury... Agricultural Bank, Herkimer... Ontario Bank, Utica, Safety Fund....... 2 as a Premium for Five Subscribers, accompanied by the cash, ($10). Write for further particulars and 2 Prospectueses vnd Posters. 50 Jan. 24-tf. 5 1 5 25 L. T. & SON. STARR & FARNHAM, BOOK AND JOB PRINTERS, Corner of State and Main Streets, (Entrance on Main Street,) NEW-LONDON, CONN. 8. & F. having added to their former selections all the recent new and attractive styles of Type in use, together with improved presses, and other labor 5 saving machinery, would now invite the attention of Railroad, Steamboats, and other Corporations, Merchants. Manufacturers, and all others who have printing to be done, to their facilities for the execu tion of first class printing, which they believe to be 5 unequalled, and which are certainly unsurpassed in this section of the state. All work done in a satis actory manner, and at the time agreed upon. GEO. E. STARR, DEVOTED TO THE CAUSE OF TRUTH, VIRTUE, AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. NEW-LONDON, CT. Thursday, March 1, 1860. light, was heaped to the swallows high zenith with the spoils of the reaper and mower; the horses stamped in their stalls, and the cattle lowed to each other from the sheds. The pile of wood in the yard grew day by day, and the sound of the ax rang night and morning, with the beat of the flails between. The withered branches in the fire-place flashed up around the hearth. We looked out at the window at night; Yet it will fall upon the ear of him who tho't to die the clouds were angry and ragged and dark, and a "snow-bank" in heaven lay THE OLD FASHIONED WINTER. off in the uttermost east; and next morn BY B. F. TAYLOR, The prairies are covered with a tattered garment of snow. Not a week has gone since the heart and the Indian summer were out-of doors together, and this morning the white storm was driving out of the west. These eccentric movements of a prairie, recall as by contrast, the gradual approaches of the old fashioned winter in Northern New York; recall too, a former attempt to describe them, when we began where Fall did; when the rigid and rolling fields grew yellow and gray; the rusty ranks of corn shivered in the wind; the woods were stained with old sunsets; Indian Summer was washed away by the cold rain, and the mornings were crisp and white with frost. We began to see our breaths in the air, and silvery pines on the window panes, and the smokes from the chimney turned beautiful, and the flocks gathered close under the lea of the barn. Then the brown nests grew visible in the trees, and the apples that had resisted the great ague of the gatherers, came out of their leafy eclipse into plain sight, and the creek in the woods became more audible day by day; the yellow birds hurried away with the flying white down of the thistle; the sparrows and blackbirds had held meetings and gone; the clouds were sober and sad, and the winds wero full of great sighs. | ing, the meadow was white, and the hills a great drift, and the woods all in blossom with Winter. The schoolmaster came, to mend pens and board round; a call for the mufflers and mittens was heard ; the red and white mittens, the blue and white mittens, whose "C snow plastic touch should shape the man," and build the snow fort, and hurl the white tempest of balls. ONE DOLLAR A YEAR No. 2. our heads in the drift, Panting, breathless, joyous, on we plunged, and we shuffled paths to the barn and the wood, and we shook the white bars and the old-apple tree by the gate till it snowed again, and we got out sleds from the garret, and then, the old red sleigh, from the shed. And as the day went on, the roads were broken out, and the paths were trodden, and the music of bells was all abroad, and the corners of buffalo robes trailed over the snow, and the old red sleigh, that ark of summer hopes, was adrift upon the bosom of white Winter. That old red sleigh, with its long box that never was full, for down in the straw, wrapped in the robes, or on one or another of the four seats it contained, there was always room for one more. What grouping of bright young faces there used to be in it! Faces in hoods, in caps, and in blankets; hearts that have loved since; hearts that have broken; hearts that have moldered. And away we went over the hill, How the old fashioned storm used to and through the vale, under the moonlight set in! Thicker and darker gathered the and under the cloud; when the stars were feathery, clouds and gloomier grew the looking down; when the sun kindled the day;,then from morning to night, from bed-world into a great white jewel. But those time to breakfast, flake after flake it came noiseless as the foot-fall of thought; fell on the roof and crowned the dumb eaves; fell in the valley where the corn was waving; fell in the meadows where the reapers were singing: fell where the blue bird sung; fell where the flowers had been; fell where the graves were heaped; fell on our summer paths; fell where willows weep. Three feet on a level, six feet in the drifts-where was the lane, and where was the stream? Everywhere snow, and all the while we were asleep and a dream. Then we breathed a look-out through the frosty panes; then we cautiously opened the door, and the snow on the threshold fell on our little bare feet in the gray morning, and there was a cry for strings to tie out the winter around our ankles, and caps were in demand, and the tethered mittens were taken down from The barn that used to be full of moon- the wall, and out we bounded into the *From Beadle's Home Monthly. white harvest with a shout. Up to our waists we went; up to our ears and over days have gone forever away, and the sweet old necklace of bells, big in the middle of the string, and growing small by degrees, has lost its power over the pulses. In that old sleigh, brides have gone away before now-those that were married to manhood, those that were" married unto death." Great ships have gone over the waters with less of hope and happiness, than that rude craft has borne over the billows of winter; swan-like shapes now glance along the arrowy way, but give us, for its sweet memories of yesterday, the old red sleigh. on our way up with the sled in tow, ere the party had reached the valley below. And then it was, when the wind had swept away the snow from pond and stream, and the ice was glare, that we put on the "rockers," and darted hither and thither, and cut sixes and eights, and curves without number, and drew the girls that we loved, and whirled them like leaves over the highway of crystal. And the schools where we spelt each other down, and the schools where we sang Windham and Mear, and the schools where we ciphered and wrote and "went up; gone, all gone, teacher and taught, like the melting snows under the rainbows of April." And when, sometimes, after the great snow, the winds came out of the north for a frolic, what wreathings and carvings of the cold alabaster there were. What Corinthian adornings surmounted the fence posts; what moldings were fashionable beside the way; what fairy-like caves in the drifts; what flowers of rare finish and pen-ful, brave men, who, with vigorous arms, dants of pearl on the trees. lost in the storm? ever. Το HOW WE ABUSE OUR STOMACHS. A terse writern this subject remarks:No other civilized people, probably, are so accustomed to abuse their stomachs badly as we Americans of the United States. Our food is often badly chosen, still more frequently spoiled in cooking, and almost always eaten in utter disregard of dietetic rules. We eat far too much Our hot raised biscuit, hot griddle cakes, saturated Pies are an struggle to the shore, and, made wiser by Have you quite forgotten the footprints misfortune, try the ocean again, in soundwe used to find in the damp snow; as deli-er vessels, and with a more skillful helms-flesh meat, (and especially pork, in its cate, some of them, as a love-letter; the man. These are generally successful in most objectionable form,) and too little mysterious paths down to the brook or by their later enterprises. Some are ship-bread, vegetables and fruits. the old hollow tree, that we used to wan- wrecked through weak dismay in the hour der over and set " figure fours" by, if per- of danger; while others, more confident, chance, we might catch the makers there- courageous and self-possessed, succeed in of? Have you quite forgotten how sorry reaching port. There are men who give up you were for the snowbirds that fluttered at the first failure; there are others whom among the flakes, and seemed tossing and no reverse or disappointment can discourage. You see them fail to day; but toAnd there in the midst of that Winter, morrow they are on their feet again, as Christmas was set, and that made the hopeful and as vigorous as Thanksgiving last all through the night of these the world is always a debtor. the year, and what wonder the stars and "On this subject, a mercantile friend, fires burned more brightly thereof.- now retired from business, and in the enChristmas with its gifts and its cheer; its joyment of an ample fortune, and who carol and charm; its evergreen branch takes great interest in the dissemination and its bright morning dreams. Christ-of true doctrines on the subject of trade, mas, when there were prints upon the sends us the following paragraph, clipped chimney tops if we were only to see them from a southern paper. It is addressed Claus set his foot as particularly to young men : the clock struck twelve. Christmas, when "When a crisis befals you, and the stockings were suspended by hearth and emergency requires moral courage and by pillow all over the land; silken and noble manhood to meet it, be equal to the white; stockings homely and blue, and requirements of the moment, and rise sueven the red sock with a hole in the toe.perior to the obstacles in your path. The where Santa Blessed forever be Bethlehem's star. Then those evenings at home-those hours of legend and song-those hearts full of faith, love, and hope-those homes passed forever away. CONTENTMENT is true riches. He who is satisfied with what he has, is a wealthy man. universal testimony of men whose experi- *Arthur's Home Magazine. The describe it as very white and indigestible |