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NEW ENGLAxND FARMER. 



Auifiist 3, lS3i. 



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ISCELtANY 



From Ihe Hmtrord Review. 



THE STRANGER. 



I saw him, Lucy, only once-as Hown the lighted hall 



We nmve.l to music playfully— a stiangier to u. aU— 



A stiansci- with a pale white brow, and dark and inean- 



Whichflaslfed' nUe lightning on my own whene'er he 



passed me by. 

 That soul like eye ! it haunts me still '.-so passionately 

 Like those which sometimes beam on us in visions of our 



So sad ^5 i'f some shadowing grief had o'er his spirit 



gone, , . 



Yet brightening strangely as it caught the answer ol my 



own ! 

 I kneiT him not— yet eyen when I turned me from the 



dance 

 I saw his dark eye follow me— it could not be by 



chance— 

 I knew him not— and yet his tones were breathed upon 



my ear 

 So sweetly low and musical, I could not choose but hear. 



He spoke of sunny Italy— of Venice and her isles— 

 Of dark mustachioed cavaliers and fair Signora's smiles. — 

 Of music melting on the sea— of moonlight upon bowers, 

 Of fair hands wreathing silken curls with gay and pleas- 

 ant flowers ! 



And when lie spoke of lovely ones— or praised a soul 



like eye, 

 His deep full glance was fixed on mine, as if it sought 



reply, 

 The flush was deepened on mychee'u — my voice grew 



faint and low, 

 I trembled at his earnest gaze — 'twas foolishness, 1 know. 



We parted at my father's door — the moonlight sweetly 



shone. 

 And I was standing at his side — my arm was on his own ; 

 He sighed, dear Lucy, how he sighed I my eyesgrcw 



strangely dim. 

 It pained my heart to hear his sigh — I could have wept 



for him I 



He spoke of disappointed hope — of dreams that faded 



soon. 

 The dew drops of life's joyous 



its noon — 

 He spoke of loneliness of heart — of weariness and pain- 

 And murmured that a life like his was desolate and vain 



ous bleedinf, it may often be cured. The Prince of I The Baltimore and Susquehanna Rail Road still con- 

 Conde at tlfe height cf his attachment to a lady of,tinue3to be thronged with passengers-Tlie seats in 

 great merit, was obliged to join the armv ; but re- ! tl>« -^.^^ "P frequently taken more than an hour before 

 membrance and constant correspondence kept the "'" '""'' " sUirtinc^ 



sentiment alive. A dangerous malady reduced'him 

 to the last extremity ; tlie remedies wliich effected 

 his cure, carried off also his love, and he arose a 

 smie man. 



Tlie Olden Time. — The following fourth of July 

 oration was delivered by Mr Timothy Dexter, in N. 

 Hampshire in 1793: 

 Ladies and Gentlemen : 



This day, the eighteenth year of our glorious in- 

 dependence commences. Justice, order, commerce, 

 agriculture, the sciences, and tianquillity reign tri- 

 umphant, in these United and happy States : — Ame- 

 rica is an asylum for the afflicted, persecuted, and 

 tormented sons and daughters of Europe — our pro- 

 gress towards the glorious object of our revolution, 

 is unparalleled in t!ie annals of mankind. 



What is Aiustockact? — In ri'|)ly to the ques- 

 tion of nn iiltrii, uliat is aristocracy ? Gen. Foy, 

 a distinguished orator in the French Clinmbere, 

 gave the following definition: — I can tell you 

 what it is,' said he, 'aristocracy of the 19lh cen- 

 tury, is the coalition, the league of those who 

 would consume without working ; know everything 

 without learning anything; carry away all the 

 honors without deserving them ; and occupy all tlje 

 places of government without being capable of fill- 

 ing them.' 



Sailor's Veracity. — A son of Neptune Siiid the 



other day to n brother tar. Jack, you never caught 



nie in a lie in your life. Very true, replied Jac!;, 



Permit me then, my friends and fellow citizens, to j bm^ i,iast yon", I have chased" you from ono lie to 



congratulate you on this joyful occasion. Let our | m,y(ijer „|i d^y^ 



deportment be suitable to the joyful purpose for 

 which we are assembled. Let good nature, good 

 breeding, concord, benevolence, piety and gratitude, 

 understanding, wit and vivacity — grace, bless, adorn, 

 and erown us henceforth and forever. 



rn, which vanish ere 



He said his father's castle frowned upon a foreign 



shore — 

 (A castle, Lucy, think of that — he is a Count or more') — ■ 

 Thatsolitude was in its halls — chill, prison-like and lone, 

 Ungladdened by the smile ot love or woman's kindly tone. 



And then dear Lucy, blame me not, we wept with one 



another. 

 You would yourself have pitied him and loved him as a 



brother. 

 So handsome and so sorrowful — so haughty yet so kind, 

 O dear — I cannot keep his look one moment from ray 



mind. 



He pressed my hand at_ parting, and tonight he will be 

 here, 



While Pa is at his game of chess, ami Ma is nowhere, 

 near ; 



Excuse me, dearest Lucy, now — indeed 1 cannot write. 



Tomorrow I will tell you more— lie will be here to- 

 night. 



Why is the life of an Editor like the Book of 

 Revelations? Because it is full of ' types and 

 shadows,' and ' a mighty voice, like the sound of 

 many waters, ever saying unto him — Jl'rite.' 



Consolation. — An old huly once being very 

 sorely afflicted with a disorder usually denomi- 

 nated hysteric.", imagined she cotild not breathe, 

 and a])pealed to her liusbanil on the occasion, 



witli ' Mr , I can't breathe.' ' Well, my dear,' 



returned the affectionate luislmnd, ' I would not 

 try, for nobody wants you should.' 



A GocRMAND at an ordinary had eaten so 

 enormously, that the company were nstonisheil 

 and disgusted with his gluttony. The gentleman 

 at the head of the table ironically pressed hira 

 to take another plateful, observing he had actu- 

 ally eaten nothing. Tlie gourmand ileclined taking 

 any more, observing t!iat his stoniatji was quite 

 gone. Upon which an Irish gentleman ojiposite 

 e.vclaiined, ' Is it your stomach that's gone, my 

 QpACKERY. TTie ScriUunulury Case. — A lady on | honey ? you mean the bottom part of it.' 



Long Island, N. Y. conskierably advanced in age, ' 



having been for some time afflicted with an affection i ^'"''"^ Eloquence.— The following is extracted from 

 of the nerves, and the neighboring physicians havin<r a late speech before the Governor and Assembly of Penn- 

 <• 1 It „ir .11 1 11 .-. .■ svlvania, by the Chief ol the Menomonies. It has all 



faded to effectually repair her broken constitution, ^,_^ f UL energy of Indian Eloquence: 

 hearing ol one of the quack order.slie had bim call- , . Brother-Wc see your Council House. It is largo 

 ed. Alter he had for some time examined her pulse „„(] beautilul. But the Council House of (ho Red Man 

 slie inquired, ' Doctor, do you understand my com- is much larger. The earth is the floor— the clear sky is 

 plaint.' He answered, ' xMain, it is a scrutunulury ' the roof— a blazing fire is the chair of the Chief Orator, 

 case.' ' Pray, Doctor,' inquired the lady, 'what is and the green grass the scuts of our Chiefs. You speak 

 that.'' 'It is a dropping of the nerves, mam, the by papers, and record your words in books ; but we speak 

 nerves having fallen into the pizarimtum, and the ftom our heart, and memory records our words in tha 

 head goes tizarizen, tizarizen !' 'Ah! Doctor,' e.\- hearts of our people.' 



The worst of all. — A zealous, and in his way a ve- 

 ry eminent preacher, happened to miss a constant 

 auditor from his congregation. Schism had already 

 made some depredations on the fold, which was not 

 so large, but toapractised eye the reduction of even 

 one was perceptible. ' What keeps our friend, far- 

 mer B. away from us ?' was the anxious question 

 proposed by our vigilant minister to his clerk; 'I 

 have not seen him among us these three weeks ; I 

 hope it is not Socinianism that keeps hiin away.' — 

 ' No, your honor,' replied the clerk, ' it is something 

 worse than Socinianism !' 'God forbid it should be 

 Deism.' ' No, your honor, it is something worse 

 than that.' ' VVorse than Deism ! Good heavens! I 

 trust it is not .'llheisni.' ' No, your honor, it is some- 

 thing worse than that.' '\Vorse than Atheism ! im- 

 posible : nething can be worse than Atheism.' ' Yes 

 it is, your honor — it is Rheumatism.^ 



claimed the lady, you have described my feelings 

 e.\actly.' 



P. S.- 



pUy 1 



Incident at the Siege of Ancona. — A woman of An- 

 cona,heart-broken by the exhaustion of her two sons 

 and hopeless of other relief, opened a vein in her 

 left arm ; and having prepared and disguised the 

 blood which flowed from it with spices and condi- 

 ments (for these luxuries still r.boiinded,as if to mock 

 the cravings of that hunger, which had slight need 

 I really think I'm ' °^ ^"y further stimulant than its own necessity) pre- 

 sented them with the beverage — thus prolonging tlie 

 eyes are red with , existence of her children, like the bird of which sim- 

 j ilar tenderness is fabled, even at the price of that 

 tide of life by which her own was supported. 



iiketches of Venetian History. 



—Oh, dearest Lucy 



dying— 



My heart is like a heart of lead — 



crying.— 



But yesterday the Bank was robbed, and of a lartre 



amount, " 



My father tried the robber, and oh God \—it was my 



Count. 



A Frenchman, wishing to take stage for Buffalo, 



#-„„„ T • . 1 , ^ ■ . was asked by the driver if he had any extra baa:- 



hodn;";:.! T 1 r ""c '^^ ^ ["/"'?' ^ffef ""' b"t •>■ gage ' Extra baggage ! what you call dat ? I ha^e 



Siea n,/nt I ''f " ^^ 'f^^'a'^ *°i"'"'°- "° ^'SS'^S^ !>"' ""^ ^^^e trunks, five dogs, and von 

 dical treatment, such as strong sudorifica and copi- black girlt' ' s i 



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