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as one. Ah, if many a young pair had on 
their wedding day known this secret, how 
many marriages were happier than—alas !— 
they are. y 
TO A NEWLY WEDDED COUPLE. 
1 saw two clouds at morning, 
Tinged with the rising sun ; 
And in the dawn they floated on, 
And mingled into one ; 
I thought that morning cloud was blest, 
It moved so sweetly to the west. 
I saw two summer currents 
Flow smoothly to their meeting, 
And join their course, with silent force, 
In peace each other greeting; 
Calm was their course thro’ banks of green, 
While dimpling eddies played between, 
Such be your gentle motion, 
Till life’s last pulse shall beat I 
Like summer's beam and summer’s stream, 
Float on, in joy, to meet 
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease— 
A purer sky, where all is peace ! Brainard. 
JOHN RANDOLPH OF ROANOKE. 
Sitting one day opposite a gentleman at a 
hotel dinner-table in Richmond, he observed 
that he was eating one of those luxurious 
soft crabs of that region, and that, as was the 
custom of the hotel, a glass of milk had been 
placed near his plate ; looking up from his 
own, he said in a thin piping voice : 
“ That’s a singular dish ofyonrs, Sir, very 
singular; crabs and milk ! Juba, bring me 
a bowl of milk, and crumble some crabs in 
it!” 
At the same hotel, he said to a waiter, in 
the temporary absence of Juba, handing to 
him at the same time his cup and saucer : 
“ Take that away—change it.” 
“ What do you* want, Mr. Randolph 1” 
asked the waiter respectfully. “ Do you 
want coffee or teal” 
“If that stuff is tea,” said he, “ give me 
coffee, if it is coffee, bring me tea; I want a 
change.” 
Most readers have heard, perhaps, of his 
reply to a well known and highly respectable 
gentleman of the south, who introduced him¬ 
self to him while standing and conversing 
with some friends, with— 
“ I should be pleased to make the acquaint¬ 
ance of so distinguished a public servant as 
Mr. Randolph. I am from the city of Balti¬ 
more—my name is Blunt.” 
“Blunt, eh 1” replied Mr. Randolph, “I 
should think so, Sir;” and he deigned him 
no further notice. 
Equally familiar to many, it may, will be 
found his reply to a gentleman who rather 
forced himself upon Mr. Randolph’s notice, 
while engaged in conversation wvith others 
in a hotel in Virginia. 
“ I have had the pleasure, Mr. Randolph, 
recently of passing your house.” 
“ I am glad of it,” said Mr. Randolph; “ I 
hope you will always do it, Sir.” 
On one occasion, at Washington, a brother 
member of Congress was enlightening Mr. 
Randolph as to the manner of “ shopping” 
at the capital. “ The merchants,” said he, 
have two prices—an “ asking price, and a 
taking price.” 1 used to send my wife to 
make all the purchases for the family, by 
which we made a saving of fifteen to twenty 
per cent.” 
“ I had rather my wife,” said Randolph, 
bitterly, “ should make a living in any other 
way but one , than that!” 
Being a confirmed old bachelor, the re¬ 
mark was no less comical than severe. 
A western editor, who is a bachelor says : 
“ We never cared a farthing about getting 
married, until we attended a bachelor’s fu¬ 
neral.” 
A ROMANTIC INCIDENT. 
A correspondent of the Manchester Mirror, 
relates an interesting incident, which he says 
occurred in Manchester. He states that in 
the fall of 1847, a young man came to the 
city in quest of employment. After weeks 
of unsuccessful search he found himself 
without prospect of work, and considerably 
in debt for board. In despair, he had made 
arrangements for disposing of his clothes by 
auction in order to defray his debts, when a 
letter was sent to him containing a twenty 
dollar bill, and directing him to apply for the 
situation of card-stripper to the overseer of 
one of the corporations. The letter also re¬ 
quested him to sign a note of hand for the 
amount loaned,and to place it in a certain 
unoccupied box in the Post Office, when it 
would be called for by the lender. The young 
man did as requested, and received the situ¬ 
ation for which he had applied, the over¬ 
seer stating that it had been procured for him 
by the earnest solicitations of a young lady. 
Years passed away, and all attempts to dis¬ 
cover the name of his creditor were unavail¬ 
ing. The young man prospered in business, 
and at length plighted his affections to an 
estimable young lady with whom he had ac¬ 
cidentally become acquainted. On the day 
before their marriage he received a letter 
requesting him to call at a certain place, and 
pay the note for twenty dollars, with interest, 
which he had signed some years before. 
Anxious to settle an indebtedness which, 
from the mystery of the whole affair, had oc¬ 
casioned him many hours of unhappiness, he 
hastened to the place indicated, and was 
ushered by a domestic into a parlor where, 
to his infinite astonishment, he discovered in 
the person of his unknown benefactor, the 
lady to whom, upon the next day, he was to 
unite his earthly fortunes. She was await¬ 
ing him with the note in her hand. It was 
her first business transaction, and the part¬ 
nership which followed bids fair to continue 
happily through life. 
Curran’s Ingenuity.— A farmer attending 
a fair with a hundred pounds in his pocket, 
took the precaution of depositing it in the 
hands of the landlord of the public house at 
which he stopped. Having occasion for it 
shortly afterwards, he resorted to mine host 
for payment. But the landlord, too deep for 
the countryman, wondered what he meant, 
and was quite sure no such sum had ever 
been lodged in his hands by the astonished 
rustic. After ineffectual appeals to the re¬ 
collection, and finally to the honor of Bar- 
dolph, the farmer applied to Curran for 
advice. 
“ Have patience, my friend,” said Curran, 
“ speak to the landlord civilly—tell him you 
have left your money with some other per¬ 
son. Take a friend with you, and lodge 
with him another hundred in the presence of 
your friend ; then come to me.” 
He did so, and returned to his legal friend- 
“ And now I can’t see how I am to be the 
better off for this, if I get my second hun¬ 
dred back again. What is now to be done'?” 
“ Go and ask him for it when he is alone.” 
“ Aye, sir, asking will not do, I am afraid, 
without my witness, at any rate.” 
“ Never mind, take, my advice,” said the 
counsel; “ do as I bid you, and return to 
me.” 
The farmer returned with his hundred, 
glad to have that again safely in his posses¬ 
sion. 
“ Now, sir, I must be content; but I don’t 
see as I am much better off.” 
“ Well,” said the counsel, “now take your 
friend with you, and ask the landlord for the 
hundred pounds your friend saw you leave 
with him.” 
We need not add that the wily landlord 
found he had been taken off his guard, while 
our honest friend returned to thank his 
counsel, exultingly, with both hundred in his 
pocket. 
One Happy Heart. —Have you made one 
happy heart to-day ? Envied privilege. How 
calmly you can seek your pillow! how 
sweetly sleep! In all this world there is 
nothing so sweet as giving comfort to the 
distressed, as getting a sun ray intp a gloomy 
heart. Children of sorrow meet us wherever 
we turn; there is no moment that tears are not 
shed, and sighs uttered. Yet how many of 
those tears, those sighs, are caused by our 
own thonghtlessness ! How many a daugh¬ 
ter wrings the very soul of a fond mother 
by acts of unkindness and ingratitude! How 
many husbands, by one little word, make 
a whole day of sad hours and unkind 
thoughts ! How many wives, by angry re¬ 
criminations, estrange and embitter their 
loving hearts ! How many brothers and 
sisters meet but to vex and injure each other, 
making wounds that no human heart can 
heal! Ah ! if each one worked upon this 
maxim day by day—“ strive to make some 
heart happy”—jealousy, revenge, madness, 
hate, with their kindred evil associates, 
would forever leave the earth. Our minds 
would be so occupied in the contemplation 
of adding to the pleasures of others, that 
there would be no room for the ugly fiends 
of discord. Try it, ye discontented, forever 
grumbling devotees of sorrow, self-caused ; 
it will make that little part of the world in 
which you move as fair as Eden. 
Sacredness of Tears. —Dr. Johnson ob¬ 
serves : There is a sacredness in tears. 
They are not a mark of weakness, but of 
power. They speak more eloquently than 
ten thousand tongues. They are the 
messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep 
contrition, of unspeakable love. If there 
were wanting any arguments to prove that 
man is not mortal, I would look for it in the 
strong convulsive emotions of the breast, 
when the soul has been deeply agitated, 
when the fountains of feeling are arising, 
and when the tears are gushing forth in 
crystal streams. Oh, speak not harshly to 
the stricken one, weeping in silence. Break 
n t the deep solemnity by rude laughter Gl¬ 
int. ’sive footsteps. Despise not woman’s 
tears -they are what made an angel. Scoff 
not if the stern heart of manhood is some¬ 
times melted to tears—they are what help 
to elevate him above the brute. I love to 
see tears of affection. They are painted 
tokens but still most holy. There is a pleas¬ 
ure in tears—an awful pleasure. If there 
were none on earth to shed a tear for me, I 
should be lotfi to live ; and if no one might 
weep over my grave I could never die in 
peace. 
Remarks. —For the first time in some 
weeks, we quote a small advance in Flour, of 
25c. to 50c. per bbl. on the different grades. 
This, however, has resulted from a tempora¬ 
ry short supply, as the old stock on hand is 
pretty much exhausted, and the new has not 
yet come in. There must be enough for the 
current demands of retailers and consumers, 
and then there were several coniracts 
for delivery the first week in July, made 
from one to three months since, and consid¬ 
erable quantities have been required for the 
settlement of these contracts. These causes 
have produced the present advance. That a 
