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Crossing (he Alps in a Balloon. 



.Marseilles, Sept. 11. — M. Aiubuti, the aeronaut, 

 ascended in 1 1 i .-> balloon from tlie Clititeati de 

 Fleurs (the Vnuxhalj of this place) at hall' past 

 mx in the evening of the 3d instant, and alighted 

 at the village of Pion-Forte, near Turin, the fol- 

 lowing morning, at half-past hit), having accom- 

 plished the distance, about 400 miles, in eijilit 

 bonis. The particulars of this voyage are relat- 

 ed by M. Araban himself, in one of our morning 

 papers, as follows: — 



" I ascended from the Chateau tie Fleurs on the 

 3d instant, half-past six. At eight, I was over the 

 Wood pf Fsleret, where I ascertained 1 was at a 

 height of 4000 metres. The temperature of the 

 uir Wits cohl, hut dry ; toy centigrade thermome- 

 ter marked lour degrees below zero. The wind 

 was southwest, and sent me over Nice. For 

 Dearly two hours surrounded by very dense 

 clouds, my cloak no longer sufficed to keep me 

 warm ; 1 suffered much from cold feet. ) never- 

 theless determined to proceed and lo traverse lite 

 Alps, from wh ; eh I knew I was not far distant. 



"My piovision of ballast was enough lo raise 

 me above the highest peaks. The cold gradual- 

 ly increased, the wind became steady, anil lite 

 I tnoon lighted me like Ihe sun (comme le soleil en 

 plein jour.) I was at the foot of the Alps; the 

 snow, cascades, rivers, all were sparkling; the 

 ravines and rocks produced masses of darkness, 

 which served as shadows to Ihe gigantic picture. 



"The wind now interrupted Ihe regularity of 

 my course. 1 was occasionally obliged to ascend, 

 in order to pass over (he peaks. 1 reached the 

 summit of the Alps at seven o'clock, anil as the 

 horizon became clear, and my course regular, I 

 began lo think of supping. 



* ; Iwas now at an elevation of 4fi00 metres. 

 It was indispensably necessary for me to pursue 

 my journey and reach Piedmont. Chaos only 

 was under me, and to alight in these regions 

 was impossible. Alter supper, 1 threw my empty 

 buttle into the snow beneath, where possibly 

 some adventurous traveller will one day find it, 

 and be led to conclude that another before him 

 had explored the same desert regions. At half- 

 past one in the morning 1 was over .Mount Missn, 

 w Inch 1 knew, having explored it in my first jour- 

 ney to Piedmont. There the Durance and the 

 Po take their source. I reconnoitred the position, 

 mid discovered the magnificent plains of the 

 mountain. Before this, certainly a singular opti- 

 cal delusion, occasioned by the shining of the 

 moon upon the snow, was like to make me think 

 myself over the open sen. But as the south-west 

 wind had not ceased to blow, 1 was convinced by 

 his fact, as well as by others I had noticed, that 

 I could not be over the sen. The stars confirmed 

 he accuracy of my compass, and the appearance 



of Mount Blanc Batisfied me that I must be ap- 

 proaching Turin. Mount Blanc to my left, on a 

 I vi I with the spot' in which 1 was, being far 

 above the clouds resembled at: immense block 



of crystal sparkling with a thousand fire's. 



" At a quarter to three, Mount Vise, which was 

 behind inr, proved to me thai I was in ihe neigh- 

 borhood of Turin. I determined to alight, which 

 I did without any difficulty, having ballast enough 

 to go much further. 1 alighted near a huge farm 

 yard, where 1 was surrounded by several watch 

 dogs, from whose caresses 1 wus protected by 

 my cloak. Their barking awakened the peas- 

 ants, who were more surprised than frightened 

 tit seeing me. They admitted me to llieir house, 

 informed me that it was half-past two, and that 

 1 was in the village of Piuti-Forle, near Studini, 

 six kilometres from Turin. 



"I passed ihe remainder of the night at the 

 litrni house, and in ihe morning the peasants ac- 

 companied me to the mayor, who delivered me 

 a certificate, attesting my arrival, &c. 



"After packing up my lialloon and cor, I sel 

 out for Turin, where I arrived at nine in the 

 morning. I immediately set down to write to 

 the director of ihe Chateau de Fleurs, in order to 

 relieve the anxiety of my wile, friends, and the 

 Marseilles public who might he interested aboui 

 me. 1 then repaired to M. Bois le Cotnte, the 

 French Ambassador, who gave me a passport. 

 At 11 the same morning, 1 attended the church 

 of la Madre di Dio, where a funeral service was 

 performed in honor of Charles Albert's death. 

 This ceremony "as followed by a review of the 

 National Guard. 1 could hardly believe that the 

 evening before I was at the Chateau de Fleurs, 

 at Marseilles, one hundred and forty leagues off." 



Every Man a Farmer. 



The cultivation of the earth is congenial to the 

 nature of mankind ; and a very large proportion 

 of men, during some share o( their lives, either 

 do, or have a desire to, become fanners. Be- 

 sides those who, in civilized countries, are bred 

 to (he culture of ihe soil, and make it their sole 

 pursuit through life, there are thousands of 

 others who retire from the bustle and anxieties 

 of Hade, the vexations of a professional, or the 

 turmoils of a public life, to rural quiet and the 

 undisturbed cultivation of a few acres of land. 

 The merchant, whose youth has been spent be- 

 hind the counter, whose prime of hie and middle 

 age have passed between the leger and the 

 slrong-hox, between the hopes of gain and the. 

 lears of loss, having at length realized n plum, 

 retires, from the crowded city and the anxieties 

 of trade, to the pure air of the country and the 

 peaceful cultivation of a farm. The lawyer, 

 having acquired wealth and professional fame, 

 abandons his causes for a more, templing cause, 

 — ihe pursuit of agriculture, — or mingles with 

 bis professional labors the exercise of the spade 

 and the plough. In like manner, the physician 

 and the divine, the ctuers of physical and moral 

 diseases, consult their own health and quiet, tiud 

 find a balm for body and mind, by snatching a 

 few hours from the calls of professional duty, to 

 apply them to the grateful pursuits of tilling the 

 earth. Why should we mention the statesman 

 and the warrior? They, too, are inclined lo be- 

 come farmers; the one leaving the field of am- 

 bition, the oilier his harvest of laurels, both geek 

 a soil more congenial to the best feelings of man, 



and end ihe career of life, like Cincinnalus, at 

 the plough. Even the mariner, the adventurous 

 son of Neptune, whose home has been for many 

 years, professionally and practically, on the deep, 

 — who has sailed to nil lands and visited every 

 sea, bringing with him the rarities of every coun- 

 try and the products of every clime— purchases 

 a home on the land, transphuiis his exotics into 

 his native soil, and prefers thai his lust rest 

 should be in the rural church yard with bis kind- 

 red, to finding a bed in the bosom of ihe deep. 

 The mechanic, loo, is smit with (lie love of farm- 

 ing, and exchanges ihe dust of the shop for the 

 furrows of the field, the confined air of crowded 

 rooms for the free atmosphere of the heavens, 

 and the noise of machinery for the music of 

 birds. 



Nor is this prevailing love of agriculture, which 

 sooner or later in life discovers itself) to be won- 

 dered at, whether we consider it us implanted in 

 our nature, or whether it be the result of reason 

 and experience. If it be innate, it is merely kept 

 down for a while by the engrossing pursuits of 

 wealth, the c'alls of ambition, or the strife of glo- 

 ry. But, these being satiated or disappointed, 

 the mind, set free, returns to its native desires, 

 and applies its remaining energies to their peace- 

 ful gratification. But reason and experience may 

 well be allowed their share in bringing so large 

 a portion of mankind ultimately to the culti- 

 vation of the earth. Who, that values his- native 

 dignity and independence, would not prefer to 

 be lord of a few acres of land, with nobody's 

 humors to consult but his own, and nobody to 

 please but his Maker, to the cringing, the fawn- 

 ing, and lying that are apt to enter so largely in- 

 to political, professional, mercantile, and me- 

 chanical hie? If any man on earth can say, "/ 

 ask no favors" it is the farmer. Skilful and hon- 

 est labor is all that the earth requires, and it 

 yields a due return — no favors dearly bought 

 with the surrender of independence, of honor, 

 of truth, and of all noble and manly feelings ; 

 no truckling for office, no fawning for popularity, 

 no lying for gain. No man can say of farming, 

 " 1 have served u faithless master! I have sacri- 

 ficed honor, and conscience, and independence 

 of mind ; and what have I gained?" Among 

 farmers there are no deserted Wolseys, and no 

 Belisarius lives a reproach to agricultural pur- 

 suits. The choristers of the field never sing to 

 deceive, the flowers of the mead never bloom to 

 hide a deformity, and nature never smiles to be- 

 tray . — Berksh ire Jlmerica n. 



Insanity. — Miss Dix, the distinguished phi- 

 lanthropist, in a memorial to Congress, by which 

 she asks a grant of land for the benefit of the 

 insane of our country, shows that in ihe New 

 England Slates lite proportion of the insane to 

 the whole population, is about one in GOO ; that 

 in the Middle Stales it is one in i»00; und that in 

 the Western States it is one in 1300. The worst 

 Stale is Rhode Island, where there is one to eve- 

 ry 503; and the best South Carolina, where 

 there is one to every 6158. In some of these 

 States there is comparatively excellent provision 

 for ihe insane ; but in others little or nothing 

 has been done. 



