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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



Jan. 11, 1833. 



M 1 S C K L, L. A \ Y . 



The followina beautiful Hymn waswiitten by the Rev. 

 J. Pieiponl, ol Boston, lor the recent dedication of a new 

 House of Public Worship, in Plymouth, Mass. 



ORIGINAL HYMN. 

 The winds and waves were roaring ; 



The Pilgrims met for prayer; 

 And here, their God adoring, 



They stood, in open air. 

 When t*reaking day they greeted, 



And when its close was calm, 

 The leafless woods repeated 



The music of the psalm. 



Not thus, God, to praise thee, 



Do we, their children throng: 

 The temple's arch we raise thee 



Gives back our choral song. 

 Yet, on the winds, that bore thee 



Their worship and their prayers, 

 May ours come up before thee 



From hearts as true as theirs ! 



What have we. Lord, to bind us 



To this, the Pilgrim's shore ? — 

 Their hill of graves behind us, 



Their watery way before. 

 The wintry surge, that dashes 



Against the rocks they trod. 

 Their memory, and their ashes — 



Be thou their guard, God ! 



We would not, Holy Father, 



Forsake this hallowed spot. 

 Till on that shore we gather, 



Where graves and griefs are not : 

 The shore where true devotion 



Shall rear no pillared shrine, 

 And see no other ocean 



Than that of love divine. 



Stiivard. — Yes, poor geiitleiiiaii, lie took to his 

 bed as soon as lie heard of it. 



Mr G.— Heard of what ? 



Steward The bad news, sir, and please your 



honor. 



j[]r G. — What ! more miseries ? more bad 

 news .' 



Stetvard. — Yes, sir; your bank has failed, and 

 your credit is lost, and you are not worth a shil- 

 ling in the world. I made bold, sir, to come to 

 wait on you about it, for I thought you would like 

 to hear the news ! 



HOW TO TELL BAD NEWS. 



Scene. Mr G.'sRooin, at Oxford. Enter, his Father's 

 Steward. 



Mr G. — Ha ! Jervas, how are you, my old boy ? 

 how do things go on at home .•• 



Steward. — Bad enough, your honor, the mag- 

 pie 's dead. 



Mr G. — Poor Mag I so he 's gone. How came 

 he to die ? 



Steward. — Over-ate himself, sir. 

 Mr G. — Did he, faith .•' a greedy dog ; why, 

 what did he get lie liked so well ? 



Steward. — Horse flesh, sir ; he died of eating 

 horse flesh. 



Mr G. — How came he to get so mucli horse 

 flesh? 



Steioard. — All your father's horses, sir. 

 Mr G. — What ! are they dead too ? 

 Stctoard. — Aye, sir, they died of over-work. 

 Mr G. — And why were they overworked, pray ? 

 Steioard. — To carry water, sir, 

 Mr G. — To carry water .' and what were tliey 

 carrying water for ? 



Steward. — Sure, sir, to put out tfie fire. 

 Mr G. — Fire ! what fire ? 



Steward. — Oh, sir, your father's house is burned 

 do\vn to the ground. 



Mr G. — My father's house burned down ! and 

 how came it set on fire ? 



Steward. — I think, sir, it must have been the 

 torches. 



Mr G. — ^Torches ! what torches ? 

 Steward. — At your mother's funeral. 

 Mr G. — My mother dead ! 

 Steward. — Ah, poor lady ! she never looked up 

 after it. 



Mr G.— After what ? 



Steioard The loss of your father. 



Mr G. — My father gone too ? 



A CHINESE BRIDE. 



The greatest rarity, however, after this feast, 

 was the sight of a Chinese bride. The son of our 

 host having been married a few days before, we 

 were honored (according to the usage of the coun- 

 try, during the honey-moon) with permission to 

 look at his wife, as she stood at the door of her 

 apartment, while we were passing out. The l»dy 

 was surrounded by several old women, who IkUI 

 tapers and lamps above and about her, that we 

 might have a more complete view of her figure 

 and attire. She was a young person, (perliaps 

 seventeen years of age,) of middle stature, \Tith 

 very agreeable features and a light complexion, 

 though she seemed to us to have used paint. She 

 wore a scarlet robe, superbly trimmed with gold, 

 which comidetely covered her from the shoulders 

 to the ground. The sleeves were very full, and 

 along the bottom ran a beautiful fringe of small 

 bells. Her head-dress sparkled with jewels, mid 

 was most elegantly beaded «ith rows of pearls, 

 encircling it hke a coronet ; from the front of 

 which a brilliant angular ornament hung over her 

 forehead and between her eye-brows. She stood 

 ill a modest and graceful attitude, having her eyes 

 fixed on the floor, though she occasionally raised 

 them, with a glance of timid curiosity, towards 

 the si)ectators. Her hands, joined together, but 

 folded in her robe, she Ufted several times towards 

 her face, and then lowered them very slowly. — 

 Her attendants, presuming that the guests would 



Partiamentary (Qualifications. — A ramlidate by 

 the name of Chadwick, in standing for a seat in 

 the British House of Commons, sums up his ipiali- 

 ficatiuns thus : 



' I am a man of family ; I am a man of no busi- 

 ness — I have never been used to it ; Init I ciui 

 shout, laugh, hawk and spit ; and cough, stamj), 

 hiss, hoot and huzza ; and what more can be 

 wanted from an M. P. ? I do not doubt but my 

 stam])iug, shouting, &c, would have as much ef- 

 fect in the House of Commons as most speeches 

 generally have,' 



.Mr Fessenden — At a meeting of the Framingham 

 Lyceum this week, the question for discussion was — ' Has 

 a man a moral right, under ordinary circumstances, to 

 lead a single life ?' 



On this question the inclosed communication was read 

 by the Vice President. You are at liberty to give it a 

 place in your poet's corner in the New England Farmer, 

 next week. W. B. 



ON MATRIMONY. 

 Pray let a young lady, sir President, speak. 

 Though not versed in logic, or Latin, or Greek. 

 I 'ra sure you 'II excuse if for once we come out 

 On a subject where boys that are beardless will spout. 

 The question is this — ' Shall a man be excused. 

 If, waificard, or restive, he will not be noosed.' 

 Now who ever heard such a question as that .■' 

 You might just as well talk of noosing a cat. 

 Your sex would all marry, there 's not the loast doubt. 

 Could they get our consent to nose us about. 

 But not having got it, if we can unite, 

 I 11 tell you what rules we intend to indite. 

 First, — none shall consent to quit single bliss 

 Except on condition of something like this : 

 We jesolve to expunge that base term — obey, 

 For we think we can govern as wisely as they ; 

 But still, to keep peace, we' 11 consent to divide. 

 While they hold the helm, we 'II sit close beside : 

 Then, when we are bridled, they cannot complain 

 If we give them the bit, and hold fast to the rein. 

 And as to the whip, — h hen we ride for a dash. 



be gratified with a peep at that consummatiop of '^'*'; '""'^''= »"= '" keep,-but we 11 give them the lasl. 



Chinese beauty, the lady's feet, raised the hem of 

 the mantle from her's, for a moment or two. — 

 They were of the most diminutive kind, and re- 

 (Utced to a mere point at the toe. Her shoes, hke 

 the rest of her bridal ajoparel, were scarlet, em- 

 broidered with gold. In justice to the poor crea- 

 ture, during this torturing exhibition, (as we 

 imagine it must have been to her,) her denie.aiior 

 was natural and becoming, and once or twice 

 something like half a smile, for an instant, showed 

 that she was not entirely unconscious of the admi- 

 ration which her appearance e.xcited, nor much 

 displeased by it. — Tyerman and Bennefs Journal. 



Lord Broufrham. — There lives in England a 

 man whose daily labors last for twenty hours out 

 of the twentyfour, who presides in the House of 

 Lords and in a Court of Justice, who attends at 

 the Comicil, who gives audiences each day to 

 Barristers belonging to both kingdoms, and who 

 still finds time to write articles on politics and 

 jurisprudence in the Edinburgh Review, besides 

 elementary works, which are distributed gratis 

 throughout the kingdom, and who is the Director 

 of at least ten associations for the diffusion of use- Portsmmuk. N. H. 



ful knowledge amongst the working clasess. We Port/aiirf.Jt/e. — Samuel Colman, Bookseller 

 need hardly to add that the person herein alluded L/^^J^°-pjg1 p"j Ho^.^land, Esq. Recorder Oflice 

 to is no otlier tlian Lord Brougham. Montreal, Ij.C — Henry Hillock. 



So in all other matters — divide, and we 'II choose — 

 We will not unite if they dare to refuse. 

 Ill one thing we'll give them exclusive control, 

 And, standing aloof, we'll leave them the whole : 

 Should they sigh for a halter, we 'II never claim half. 

 One rope won 't accommodate more than one calf. 



Belinda. 



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