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AMEBIC AM AGEIOULTURIST 
niand eo large an amount of needlework, that 
even those who among us are counted rich can¬ 
not afford to pay for it. Other avenues to com¬ 
petency are opening to our daughters, who must 
labor to live. The pen of tho editor, the types 
of the printer, the tools of the painter, the en¬ 
graver, and the designer, are already, partly, in 
female hands. Let us encourage the republican 
sentiment that labor is not degrading, and give 
employment to women, in whatever depart¬ 
ments of mental and physical toil she is found 
best fitted to fill. Let her teach in our schools, 
let her tend the looms in our factories, let her 
take the place of the dandies behind the counter, 
let her write in our banks and counting-rooms, 
and keep the records in our offices. Give her 
tho clerkships in our post-offices and other de¬ 
partments of the government, and do not longer 
drive her from fair competition with the other 
sex, and so depress the value of her labor, and 
keep her dependent and helpless. Let a good 
education and a pure character be to your 
daughter, as to your son, a capital, that shall 
insure an independent support. ’ 
While female labor is finding more profitable 
employment than sewing, no relief could come 
to ladies in charge of families except by the use 
of machinery. I am told that the common sew¬ 
ing for a family of eight persons would employ 
one sempstress constantly. Now this s in any 
part of our country, involves a great expense. 
At the South, where women are bought and 
sold, your living machines would cost, perhaps, 
a thousand dollars, and be very expensive to 
maintain. At the North, we cannot afiord the 
expense of hiring such labor, but, fortunately, 
we can now do what is far better than either. 
In my own house, in Exeter, we have in use one 
of “ Wilson’s Stitching Machines,” manufactured 
by Wheeler & Wilson’s Manufacturing Co. 
It has been tested long enough to justify us 
in confidently recommending it to those who 
have large families, and what most of us in New- 
England, have therewith, limited means of sup 
port. 
The price of the machine (from $100 to $125,) 
is to many quite startling. The man who can 
readily enough pay twice that sum for a piano, 
for a daughter who has no taste for music, or 
for an observatory, and a weathercock on his 
barn, or for a new carriage which he does not 
need, and has not room for in his buildings, 
cannot afford to pay so much for so small a 
matter as his wife’s health and happiness! 
But I will not, even in jest, thus wrong my 
brother men. When they have once seen this 
little machine in operation, when they have 
seen materials of all descriptions, from a cambric 
kerchief to a boy’s overcoat, rapidly (faster than 
half a dozen persons can fit the work,) beauti¬ 
fully stitched and finished, when the have seen 
the labor, which would have occupied the hands 
of the loved ones of their household the live¬ 
long day, performed in a single hour, they will 
be foremost in the experiment, and join in bless¬ 
ing the kind angel which has brought the unex¬ 
pected alleviation to the condition of New-Eng- 
land matrons. 
Exeter, JV. H., March 28,1854. 
Tea—Gunpowder— Beware. —Our readers 
may have heard the story of the Yankee shoe¬ 
maker, who purchased of a pedlar half a bushel 
of shoe pegs, all nearly sharpened at one end, 
and warranted to be the best of maple, and who 
found them on inspection to be nothing but 
pine. Not caring to be “taken in and done for” 
after that fashion, and being constitutionally fond 
of whittling, he went at them with his jack 
knife, and sharpening the other end of each peg, 
resold them to the pedlar on his next trip for oats, 
The Celestial^, whose imitative faculties have al¬ 
ways been notorious, have improved their recent 
opportunities of intercourse with the Yankee 
barbarians by learning a lesson or two out of 
their book, and are vindicating (heir capacity by 
beating the originals. This is seen in a portion 
oi'the return cargo of the ship Eaglewliiclireecnt-- 
ly arrived from San Francisco. In what partic¬ 
ular disguise the component parts were sent out 
we cannot learn ; but the shape in which they 
have come bach shows that the Chinamen are 
always shrewd enough to prosper by the side 
of the cutest Yankee in the land. We have 
before us a specimen of Gunpowder tea, said to 
be a fair sample of 60 tons, which arrived from 
San Francisco in the Ship Eagle to “ order.” 
There is not the least smell or taste of tea about 
it, but in appearance it is the most complete im¬ 
itation wc ever saw. It is probably made of 
thin paper rolled in mud; but in weight, color, 
peculiar to the shape of tho leaf and every 
thing else but the flavor , it cannot be distin¬ 
guished from the genuine article. Even the lit¬ 
tle bits of broken stone seen in good samples of 
gunpowder tea are imitated to the life—appa¬ 
rently all from the same material. Once mixed 
with genuine tea, the aldulteration could hardly 
be discovered, and it may be well lor dealers in 
this vicinity to keep a lookout as to the dispo¬ 
sal of this invoice. Meanwhile the San Francisco 
operators who have thus returned us oats for 
our fine shoe pegs can have their diploma.— N. 
Y. Jour, of Com. 
Selections for a Newspaper. —Most people 
think the selection of suitable matter for a 
newspaper the easiest part of the business. 
How great an error. It is by all means the 
most difficult. To look over and over hundreds 
of exchange papers every week, from which to 
select enough for one, especially when the 
question is not what shall, but what shall not be 
selected, is no easy task. If every person who 
reads a newspaper could have edited it, we 
should hear less complaints. Not unfrequently 
is it the case that an editor looks' over all his 
exchanges for something interesting, and can 
absolutely find nothing. Every paper is drier 
than a contribution-box; and yet something 
must bo had—his paper must come out with 
something in it, and he does the best he can. 
To an editor who has the least care about what 
he selects, the writing that he has to do is the 
least part of the labor. Every subscriber 
thinks the paper is printed for his own benefit, 
and if there is nothing in it that suits him it 
must be stopped—it is good for nothing. Just 
as many subscribers as an editor may have, so 
many tastes has he to consult. 
One wants something smart, another some¬ 
thing sound. One likes anecdotes, fun and 
frolic, and the next-door neighbor wonders that 
a man of sense will put such stuff in his paper. 
Something argumentative, and the editor is a 
dull fool. And so between them all, you see 
the poor fellow gets roughly handled. And yet 
to ninety-nine out of a hundred these things do 
not occur. They never reflect that what does 
not please them may please the next man, but 
they insist that, if the paper does not please 
them, it is good for nothing.— Banner of Indus- 
iry. 
-in- 
The Feelings of an English Sailor after 
He had killed one of the Enemy.— The Lin- 
conshire Advertiser has published a letter, ad¬ 
dressed to his wife, by a seaman now serving on 
board one of the vessels engaged in the affair 
at Ekness. In the course of the letter the 
writer says:—We were ordered to fire. I took 
steady aim, and fired on my man at about GO 
yards. He fell like a stone. At the same time 
a broadside from the - went in amongst the 
trees, and the enemy disappeared, we could 
scarce tell how. I felt as though I must go up 
to him, to see whether he was dead or alive. 
He lay quite still, and 1 was more afraid of him 
lying so, than when he stood facing me a few 
miuutes before. It’s a strange feeling to come 
over you all at once that you have killed a, man. 
He had unbottoned his jacket, and was pressing 
his hand over the front of his chest where the 
wound was. He breathed hard, and the blood 
poured from tho wound and also from his mouth 
every breath he took. His face was white as 
doath, and his eyes looked so big and bright as 
he turned them and stared at me—I shall never 
forget it. He was a fine young fellow, not 
more than five-and-twenty. I went down on 
my knees beside him, and my breast was as 
full, as though my o*vn heart would burst. He 
had a real English face, and did not look like 
an enemy. What I felt I never can tell; but if 
my life would have saved his, I believe I should 
have given it. I laid his head on my knee, and 
he grasped hold of my hand and tried to speak, 
but his voice was gone. I could not tell a word 
he said, and every time he tried to speak the 
blood poured out, so I knew it would soon be 
over. I am not ashamed to say that I was 
worso than he, for he never shed a tear, and I 
couldn’t help it. His eyes were closing when a 
gun was fired from the —— to order us aboard, 
and that roused him. He pointed to the beach, 
where the boat was just pushing ofi’ with the 
guns which we had taken, and where our mar¬ 
iners were waiting to man the second boat, and 
then he pointed to the wood where the enemy 
was concealed—-poor fellow, he little thought 
that I had shot him down. I was wondering 
how I could leave him to die, and no one near 
him, when he had something like a convulsion 
for a moment, and then his face rolled over, and 
without a sigh he was gone. I trust the Al¬ 
mighty has received his soul. I laid his head 
gently down on the grass, and left him. It 
seemed so strange when I looked at him for the 
last time. I somehow thought of every thing 
I had heard about the Turks and the Russians, 
and the rest of them; but all that seemed so 
far ofi’ and the dead man so near I When we 
rejoined the ship, we saw eight or ten of the 
artillery troop come out of the wood and carry 
the body away, with several others lying on th6 
bank. * * I hope you will write to me as 
soon as you get this, if you have not written 
before. Don’t think that I am at all discour¬ 
aged from this letter. I am as determined as 
ever, with God’s help, to stand by my Queen 
and country, for this I know is my duty.” 
A QUAKER’S LEXTER TO HIS WATCH MAKE ft. 
I herewith send thee my pocket clock, which 
greatly standeth in need of thy friendly correc¬ 
tion. The last time he was at thy friendly 
school, he was in no ways reformed nor in the 
least benefited thereby; for I perceive by the 
index of his mind, that he is a liar, and the 
truth is not in him ; that his motions are wav¬ 
ing and irregular; that his pulse is sometimes 
slow, which betokeneth not an even temper; at 
other times it waxeth sluggish, notwiths' anding 
l frequently urge him; when he should be on 
his duty, as thou knoweth his usual name de- 
noteth, I find him slumbering, or, as the van¬ 
ity of human reason phrases it, I catch him nap¬ 
ping. Examine him, therefore, and prove him, 
I beseech thee, thoroughly, that thou mayest, 
being well acquainted with his inward frame 
and disposition, draw him from the error of his 
way, and show him the path wherein he should 
go. It grieves me to think, and when I ponder 
therein I am verily of opinion, that his body is 
foul, and the whole mass is corrupted. Cleanse 
him, therefore, with thy charming physic, from 
all pollution, that he may vibrate and circulate 
according to the truth. I will place him a few 
days under thy care, and pay for his board as 
thou requirest. I entreat thee, friend John, to 
demean thyself on this occasion with judgment, 
according to the gift which is in thee, and prove 
thyself a workman. And when thou layest thy 
correcting hand upon him, let it be without pas¬ 
sion, lest thou should drive him to destruction. 
Do thou regulate his motion for a time to come, 
by the motion of light that ruleth the day, and 
when thou findest him converted from the error 
of his ways and more conformable to the above- 
mentioned rules, then do thou send him home 
with a just bill of charges drawn out in the spirit 
of moderation, and it shall be sent to thee in 
root of all evil. 
Be a friend to yourself and others will, 
