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THE GENESEE FAR31ER. 



Feb. 5, 1831. 



HXSCEX*XiANE0U8. 



From the New York American. 



THE ORPHAN GIRL. 



I have no mother ! — for she died 



Wh»n I was very young ; 

 But her memory, still, around my heart, 



Like morning mists has hung. 

 They tell me of an angel form, 



That watched me while 1 slept, 

 And of a soft and gentle hand 



That wiped the tears I wept; — 

 And that same hand that held my own, 



When I began to wain. 

 And the joy that sparkled in her eyes 



When first I tried to talk— 

 For they say the mother's heart is pleased 



Whon infant charms expand — 

 I wonder if she thinks of me, 

 In that bright, happy land ; 



For I know she is in heaven, now — 



That holy place of rest— 

 For she was always good to mc, 



And the good alone are blest. 

 I remember, too, when I was ill, 



She kise'd my burning brow, 

 And the tear that fell upon my cheek — 



I think I feel it now 



And I have still some little books 

 She learn'd me how to spell ; 



And the chiding, or the kiss she gave, 

 I still remember well. 



And then she used to kneel with me, 



And teach me how to pray, 

 And raise my little hands to heaven, 



And tell me what to say. 

 Oh, mother ! mother! in my heart 



Thy image still shall be, 

 And I will hope in heaven at last 



That I may meet with thee. 

 January 26. T. K 



S. 



From the Albany Daily Advertiser 

 The unhappy husband looked out of the win 

 <low and his eye wandered through the deep 

 shadows of night. All was still, even in the 

 populous street in which was his own wretch- 

 ed abode. As he drank in the universal air, it 

 see nod to revive him. He called his wife 

 from the wietched pallet where she was re- 

 clining, and she came to him with tottering 

 steps. He clasped' her band, dr>-w her to the 

 open window, and they looked cut together on 

 the night. After a pause of bitter agony, he 

 addressed her. 



Four years have past away 



While we have lingered here, 

 When has a single day 



Eseap'd without a tear ? 



Look out, love, on the night ! 



Its freshness let us share : 

 Better to wait the light, 



Than seek our couch of care. 

 Haw strange has been our lot ! 



When shall we find our repose ? 

 All, all were soon forgot ; 



But the remembrance of thy woes ' 

 By the lamp's painful glare 



In vain Iv'e toil'd for bread, 

 I'd grapple with despair 



To raise thy drooping head ! 

 Would that another fate, 



A happier had been thine, 

 Tho humblest peasant's state, 



Were paradise to mine ! 



But do thy lips reprove ? 



O augcl, as thou art, 

 The rain diops of thy love 



Fall on a broken heart. 



WINTER ! WINTER '. ! 



" Old Winter is here again — alack ! 

 How icy and cold is he! 

 He cares not a pin for a shivering back — 

 He's a saucy old chap to white and to black, 

 And whistles his chills with a wonderful knack, 

 For he comes from a cold countiee !" 

 And old winter is indeed here again ! Moth- 

 er Earth has assumed her robe of spo'loss 

 white, and her sons and daughters are up and 

 active, partaking of or preparing for the "joys 

 of the sleigh ." We love to hear the merry 

 jingle of the bells as they pass our window, 

 and mark the flush of joy, the living glow of 

 animation, which lights up the countenances 

 of those who are thus smoothly and fleetly gli- 

 ding along the high road of enjoyment. 



Winter is indeed a season for enjoyment, and 

 comes laden with many blessings. Who a 

 mongst us has not felt that it is a period when 

 the heart throbs with unwonted pleasure, and 

 the bosom expands with the kindliest emotions 

 — that notwithstanding the glory of the sum- 

 mer has departed — though the rich verdure 

 has left the fields, and the gay flowers bloom 

 no longer in the valley and by the hill side — 

 though the murmur oi the stream is hushed 

 and the tuneful warblings of the birds are si- 

 lent — in short, though tne sceptre of the Frost 

 King has been stretched abroad, chilling every 

 object over which it has been extended — who 

 has not realized that the season is attended by 

 a thousand joys, a thousand peculiar gratifica- 

 tions which come upon the heart quietly and 

 stealthily, and beguile it into happiness ! 

 " He recks not of tho world without, 

 Who feols be bears a world within." 

 To the Farmer, Winter is emphatically the 

 season of happiness Possessing within the 

 limits of his plantation all that is essential for 

 his comfort and convenience, when the labors 

 of the day are over, he can seat himself by the 

 cheerful fire which blazes orj his hearth, and 

 whilst his wife and daughters ply the needle or 

 tho wheel, ho can calmly listen to the rough 

 blasts of wintry wind, as it fitfully rushes by 

 his dwelling. As sources of enjoyment, Ins 

 books are not neglected— The stores of intel- 

 lectual knowledge are unlocked, and the fue 

 of gonius and tno wisdom of experience are 

 called up ; aDd whilst the jocund laugh and 

 harmless jest goes round, emotions of grati- 

 tude to the Givei uf all good fills every heart, 

 and every tongue is eloquent with joy. 



But there are those to whom winter comes 

 arrayt-.o in terrors — those who grasped by tho 

 cold hand of penury, 



" shrink from the bitter blast, 



Si ill hover o'er their pigmy lire, 

 And fear it will not last." 

 To them Winter comes not a messenger of 

 joy, for the "cruise of oil" has failed — the 

 last crust has been eaten— and the last fag 

 got now sheds forth a feeble ray of warmth to 

 cheer and animate '.heir frames. Childhood 

 and innocence — age and decrepitude- -the bew 

 ed down frame of manhood, and woman's fra- 

 gile form, alike are suffering beneath the rever- 

 ses of fortune and the pressure of want — and 

 oh ? how littlo of the overflowing abundance 

 of those areund them, would it require, 1o rob 

 the season uf its terrors, and cause tbe hearts 

 of the widow and the orphan to rejoice and be 

 glad " with exceeding great joy" 



" The poor have yc ahcaya with you," said 

 the Saviour of men, and his followers cannot 

 better bring their conduct into an aceordanoe 

 with that of their Divine Mastor, than by fel- 

 ' lowing the bright examples oi feeding tho hun- 

 gry and clothing the naked, which lie tins h-ft 

 behind him in bis word. Liko '" bread cast u- 

 f>on the waters," these holy alms^will return. 

 after many days. And they who can thus 

 contemplate tho appearance of meritorious 

 actions and can feel tho consciousness, that 

 iliwr hands relieve the distress of the poor, 

 and soothe the sufferings of the unfortunate, 



ward to that period when they shall be called 

 to their reward, and 



" One unbounded Spring encircles all." 



HUMAN COMBUSTION. 



We extract the following singular case 

 of spontaneous combustion from the Ar- 

 chives Gende Medecine : — A gentleman 

 of a robust healthy constitution, and 

 temperate habits. 24 years of age, ex- 

 linguished with bis hands tbe burning 

 clothes of his brother, who had acciden- 

 tally set fire to them with sulphur, and 

 was immediately afterwards attacked with 

 acute pains in both hands, A woman 

 who came to his succor observed that 

 boih bands were surrounded by a blue 

 flame. This at first was supposed to be 

 occasioned by the sulphur adhering to 

 them, and an attempt waa made to extin- 

 guish the flame with cold water, but with- 

 out effect. The gentleman ran down 

 stairs to a cutler's shop, »nd plunged his 

 hands into a quantity of mud : from this 

 he derived very little relief. Alter suf- 

 fering in this manner much torture for 

 half an hour, he ran to the house of Dr. 

 R. de Bras, by whom the case is related. 

 On the way, both himself and the ,vo- 

 man who accompanied iiim, observed 

 distinctly the blue flame surrounding the 

 bauds. The physician met him at the 

 door, and observed the hands to be red, 

 swelled, and exhaling a kind of smoke ot 

 vapor. He directed his patient to plunge 

 his hands into a well, and to keep them 

 there until he experienced relief; on his 

 doing so the pain abated and ibe flame 

 ceased ; but he had not gone more than 

 150 paces homeward, when it re-appeai- 

 ed. On leaching his dwelling he imme- 

 diately immersed his hands in a bucket 

 of water, which as it got rapidly heated 

 he had repeatedly ienertod. As often as 

 he took them out of the water, he remar- 

 ked a soit of unctuous matter flow along 

 his fingers, and the blue flame re-appear- 

 ed. Tbe latter was not however, visible 

 except in a situation where the light of 

 candle was shaded. A gentleman who 

 remained in the room wiiti him, saw the 

 blue flame several times in the course of 

 the night ; towards day bieak only sparks 

 were visible. During the following day 

 the pain wa* severe, and large vesifica* 

 lions, filled with a reddish serum, bad 

 lormed on the fingers, indeed the cuti- 

 cle was entirely removed, and the cutis 

 greyish and corroded The vesications 

 being opened, cerate was applied to the 

 denuded surfaces, and th<- whole covered 

 with poultices. The inflammation which 

 followed tva-< moderate, the suppuration 

 nealthy, and in six weeks the ulcers cau- 

 sed by tlje burning were healed ; but the 

 -cicatrices wvre distinct, and several of 

 the nails dropped off 



ALABAMA. 



Tho free population of this Btate°amounts to are laying up for themselves sources of enjoy 

 199,221— The slave population ampunts to 112,1 ment which will cast beams of sonshine over] sent year uioro than one hundred thousand 

 025. ''their darkest hpors, and gild their passage on- hogs. 



MABV SWINE. 



A late Cincinnati paper calculates that there 

 will be slaughtoreo in that city during tbe pre- 



