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OBJECTS OF PITT. 
Our pity is often moved in behalf of rich 
men, and particularly those who belong to the 
upper ten. Instead of comforts, they have only 
the luxuries of life—instead of personal inde¬ 
pendence, a slavish dependence on the tyrran- 
ous fashions of the day. Summer comes, and 
most men of moderate means can stay in the 
city, and enjoy the privileges which summer 
much more than winter affords. The rich must 
lock up their mansions and be off. The “ sea¬ 
son opens in June or July—they must not be 
seen here a week to enjoy it. Fond as they 
are of music, crazy as they are for the opera, 
they must pack up and trudge at the very time 
that the concert and opera season opens. While 
they stay they cannot furnish their houses as 
they like. Fashion fits up their parlors to suit 
the taste of Mrs. Grundy, and upholdsters their 
tea-rooms just as Miss Upton orders. They 
cannot walk in the most pleasant avenues, nor 
take their children to the Eiysian fields, because 
it is common. They cannot go to see the 
Elephant, or take coffee where it is made better 
than any where else in the city, because admis¬ 
sion to the Elephant is only a shilling, and the 
coffee is sold so cheap that vulgar folks can 
afford to buy it. They cannot dress with free¬ 
dom nor carry a bundle in the street, though it 
would be a great convenience. Their children 
cannot go to the best schools because they are 
free. They cannot hear the best preaching, 
because the preacher has not the D. D., and his 
salary is only $1,000 a year. When the poor 
are all taken care of, and the Southern slaves all 
freed, philanthropists must take their case in 
hand and see what can be done for the misera¬ 
bly rich.—JV. Y. Times. 
OUR SANCTUM-CANARY BIRDS. 
We have in our office two beautiful canary 
birds that are allowed the liberty of the room. 
All day long, while we are busily engaged, read¬ 
ing dull political news, or writing dry political 
articles, these little, twittering, lively fellows 
are skimming round our head and ears, as 
briskly and joyfully as though there were no 
labor in this life, no wearied and troubled souls, 
and all were gay and happy. Sometimes, when 
one is a little mischievious, he will perch him¬ 
self in front of us, and, as we are cogitating, 
with an anxious countenance on the latest Eu¬ 
ropean advices, he will stretch out his little 
neck, and turning his tiny head from side to 
side, will look at us, first with one bright, 
roguish eye, and then with the other, as much 
as to say, “Come, sir, don't look so sober; 
leave those old papers and make merry.” We 
almost involuntary shake our head; the airy 
being flits away from our sight with a happy 
chirp, and we resume our labors. 
When the canaries can find no other way to 
attract our attention, they will light on the side 
of the wafer-box, and contrive to scatter its 
contents over the paper on which we are wri¬ 
ting. They also get among our steel pens, and 
make a rattling. We have not, as yet, detected 
them making any attempts at composition, 
though a friend who happened to see upon mu¬ 
table, the other day, a manuscript, on which 
we had expended more than usual care, asked, 
“Have these birds got into the ink, and been 
running over that paper with their dirty feet ?”— 
Detroit Daily Advertiser. 
Hannibal on tiie Rooster. —De rooster am 
de hen, and aldo he lay no eggs nor hatches no 
chickens, enny body would tink, by seein’ him 
strut around de barn-yard dat he laid all de eggs 
and brought up all the chickens. He does his 
best to make you tink he does it all, for no 
sooner does a hen drop an egg dan he sets up as 
loud a cacklin’ as de hen herself, in order to 
pull de wool ober de eyes of us silly fellers, and 
make us believe de done it, when he am no 
more capable ob doin’ the same than I am. 
How much like some lazy husband in dis kon- 
gregation I could menshun, who let der wives 
do all de work, and take care ob de family, 
while dey do all de cacklin’! 
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ENGLISH AND IRISH INNS. 
The following contrast between English and 
Irish inns, by a gentleman writing from Lime¬ 
rick, we extract from the Dublin Evening. Mail. 
There is something very refreshing in the 
plenty and courtesy of the Irish inns; yes, and 
in the cleanliness too, after the dirt, the boor¬ 
ishness and the starvation of those in England. 
I say nothing about the prices, which are 25 
per cent. less. English inns are a disgrace to 
the country. From the landlord down to the 
potboy, every face has an air of hungry wolfish¬ 
ness. Tou feel on entering that you are among 
enemies, and on leaving you do not know 
whether your pocket, your stomach, or your 
temper has suffered most. A dirty bed-room, 
without any of the necessaries for dressing, 
is 2s.; a ha’porth of bacon, under a huge tin 
cover, and a rotten egg are a “ breakfast, 2s.;” 
a biscuit and a glass of ale, “ lunch, 9d.;” a 
glass of beer at dinner is “ pale ale, 6d.;” a 
lump of a horse, called a beef-steak, and a 
penny tart, baked last week, are “ dinner, 3s. 
6d.;” a cup of tea at 3s. 4d. per lb., is “ tea, Is. 
6d.and if you don’t wish to enjoy all this in 
a foul-smelling, three-cornered cellar, called one 
day “ coffee-room,” and another “ commercial- 
room,” as suits, you have “fire, 2s.,” “wax 
candles (at seven pence per pound,) 2s.” One 
shudders as one goes in, and curses as one 
comes out.” 
The above is very different from our experi¬ 
ence in English inns. We have always found 
kind attention, neatness, abundance, and mod¬ 
erate charges taking every thing into consider¬ 
ation. Generally their charges are about twice 
as high as in America. 
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The Fast Men. —In his lately published vol¬ 
umes of lectures on “ the moral aspects of city 
life,” Rev. E. H. Chapin says of Young Amer¬ 
ica : “ There are young men, whose sole con¬ 
ception of enjoyment is concentrated in the 
word ‘ Fast’—who grow fast, live fast, go fast 
on the track of destruction, with their own folly 
for a locomotive, and champagne and brandy for 
the steam-power; converting themselves into 
liquor casks, propping up door-posts, hanging 
over railings, and startling the dull ear of night 
with rickety melodies and drunken war-whoops. 
There are others, half fob and half ruffian, who 
divide their time between the favorite racer and 
the pet pugilist, and whose idea of a millen¬ 
nium, probably, would be that of a protracted 
Fourth of July.” 
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What’s in a Name. —Mr. Frog, a tailor, 
who had left Charleston at the commencement 
of the war, returned after the capitulation, and 
got acquainted with a certain J. W. Gibbs, who 
was requested by Frog to stand as god-father to 
one of his children, which was agreed to by 
Gibbs, provided he should have the naming of 
the child. As they were going to the church, 
the father asked Gibbs if he thought of a name. 
“ Yes,” said Gibbs; “what do you think of 
our Lieutenant Governor Bull ?” 
“Very good,” said the father, “I approve of 
it very much.” 
The child was according named Bull. Frog 
did not immediately think of the drollery of the 
name, but when he did, he could have killed 
Gibbs for the imposition on his reliance and 
friendship. 
He thought to have recourse to the Board of 
police to get permission to re-baptize the child; 
but when he saw Lieutenant Governor Bull 
presiding there, he thought it would be an af¬ 
front to relate the story, therefore he postponed 
the matter, and the child retains the appellation 
of Bull Frog.— Conn, Journal, Feb., 1783. 
A Promise.— A promise should be given with 
caution and kept with care. A promise should 
be made by the heart and remembered by the 
head. A promise is the offspring of the inten¬ 
tion, and should be nurtured by recollection. 
A promise and its performance should, like the 
scales of a true balance, always present a mu¬ 
tual adjustment. A promise delayed is justice 
deferred. A promise neglected is an untruth 
told. A promise attended to is a debt settled. 
Small Piece. —“ You’ve destroyed my piece 
of mind, Betsy,” said a depairing lover to a 
truant lass. “It can’t do you much harm, John, 
for ’twas an amazing small piece you had any 
way.” 
The Talkers. —There are two classes of peo¬ 
ple who find their way through the world with¬ 
out eliciting serious notice—those who say too 
little and those who talk too much. There is 
still another class—a fusion of the above-men¬ 
tioned classes who talk a great deal, but say 
nothing. 
Selling Asses. — A peasant went into a large 
city, and, among other objects that struck his 
fancy, was arrested by a banking office, where 
he saw people go out and in, without getting 
any goods, apparently, as in other goods. He 
ventured to enter and ask the teller what was 
sold there. “Asses’ heads,” was the sneering 
answer. “What a business you must have!” 
said the rustic; “ I see you have but one left.” 
Not well paid. —It would often be better 
not to attempt to reward a brave action, than to 
reward it ill. A soldier had his two arms car- 
j'ied off at the wrists by a shot. His colonel 
offered him a crown. “ It was not my gloves, 
but my hands, that I lost, colonel,” said the 
poor soldier reproachfully. 
To Preserve Young Chickens. —Keep them 
in coops raised some inches from the ground 
until they are six or eight weeks old; if they 
droop after this, the next hour of warm sun¬ 
shine will bring them up again. A correspond¬ 
ent says the last time he tried to raise them on 
the ground, he lost 59 out of 60 ; he has often 
raised 60 or 70 at a time since without losing 
one, simply by cooping them away from the 
ground until six weeks old. 
Number of Eggs imported into Great Bri¬ 
tain, the month ending, May fifth, 1853, 
14,950,407; May fifth, 1854, 15,204,441.— 
Taken for home consumption in the month end¬ 
ing, May fifth, 1853, 14,999,967; May fifth, 
1854, 15,269,601. 
Cows Poisoned with Saffron. —On Wed¬ 
nesday last, Mr. Richard Greaves, farmer, near 
North wood-heath Gate, parish of Kings, Nor¬ 
ton, turned sixteen cows into one of his mea¬ 
dows, where a quantity of saffron grows. All 
the animals were immediately taken ill, and 
eleven died in the course of the same day. — 
Worcester (Eng.) Chronicle. 
As we were taking our usual morning prom¬ 
enade, yesterday, we noticed a sign stuck on the 
shutter of a grocery store which reads as fol¬ 
lows : “Hamsand cigars smoked and unsmoked; 
wholesale and halfsale by the quantity accord¬ 
ing to the price.” 
Tea in America. —The Dunkirk Journal 
says that a gentleman passed through that 
village, en route for Cincinnatti, with some 
twelve Chinese tea culturists, for the purpose of 
testing the practicability of growing tea in the 
vicinity of Cincinnati. 
If you have a friend that will reprove your 
faults and foibles, consider you enjoy a blessing 
which the President of the United States cannot 
enjoy. 
Son of a Gun. — When Falstaff calls his 
friend “ Mine Ancient Pistol,” does he intend to 
intimate that respectable individual was an old 
son of a gun ? 
