AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
THE LADY-BUG AND THE ANT. 
There is a beautiful moral iu the following lines 
by Mrs. Sigourney : 
The Lady-bug sat in the rose’s heart, 
And smiled with pride and scorn, 
As she saw a plain-dressed Ant go by, 
With a heavy grain of corn. 
So she drew the curtains of damask around, 
And adjusted her silken vest, 
Making her glass of a drop of dew 
That lay in the rose’s breast. 
Then she laughed so loud that the Ant looked up, 
And seeing her haughty face, 
Took no more notice, but traveled on 
At the same industrious pace ; 
But a sudden blast of Autumn came ; 
And rudely swept the ground, 
And down the rose with the Lady-bug bent, 
And scattered its leaves around. 
Then the houseless Lady was much amazed. 
For she knew not where to go, 
And hoarse November’s early blast 
Had brought with it rain and snow ; 
Her wings were chilled, and her feet were cold, 
And she wished for the Ant’s warm cell, 
And what she did in the wintry storm 
I’m sure I can not tell 
But the careful Ant was in her nest, 
With her little ones by her side ; 
She taught them all like herself to toil. 
Nor mind the sneer of pride ; 
And I thought, as I sat at the close of day, 
Eating my bread and milk, 
It was wiser to work and improve my time. 
Than he idle and dress in silk. 
A DOLLAR OR TWO. 
With cautious step, as we tread our way thro’ 
This intricate world as other folks do, 
May we still on our journey be able to view 
The benevolent face of a dollar or two ; 
For an excellent thing 
Is a dollar or two, 
No friend is so true 
As a dollar or two ; 
Through country or town. 
As we pass up and down. 
No prospect so good 
As a dollar or two ! 
Would you read yourself out the bachelor crew 
And the hand of a pretty young female sne, 
You must always be ready the handsome to do, 
Although it will cost you a dollar or two. 
Love’s arrows are tipped 
With a dollar or two, 
And affections are gained 
With a dollar or two ; 
The best aid you can meet 
In advancing your suit, 
Is the eloquent chink 
Of a dollar or two ! 
Would wish your existence with faith to imbue, 
And enroll in the ranks of the sanctified few ; 
To enjoy a good name; a well-cushioned pew. 
You must freely down with a dollar or two.' 
The gospel is preached 
For a dollar or two ; 
And salvation is reached 
By a dollar or two ; 
You may sin sometimes, 
But the worst of all crimes 
Is, to find yourself short 
Of a dollar or two. 
Theology in a Nutshell. —A very young 
child, whose kind and pious mother had early 
taught him the being and power of God, was 
asked. “ How many Gods are there ?” 
“ One,” said the little boy. “How do you 
know that V inquiredhis sister. “ Because,” 
replied he, “ there is no room for any more, 
for He fills everywhere." 
A Queer Fee.— A young lawyer took for his 
first fee a Newfoundland pup, whereupon the fol¬ 
lowing correspondence ensued between him and 
another “ limb ” : 
“ Of a lawyer’s first fee, if you’ll tell me the name, 
Which backward or forward spells always the same, 
And do it correctly, I’ll bellow and holla, 
‘Tu semper eris mihi Magnus Apollo.’ G.” 
ANSWER. 
“ Your riddle, received just ere going to bed, 
Was a long time in getting through my stupid head. 
Till weary and worn, and about to give up. 
‘Parturient montes et nascitur ’—pup 
A HASTY WORD. 
Guard well thy lips ; for none can know 
What evils from the tongue may flow ; 
What guill, what grief may be incurred 
By one incautious, hasty word. 
Duelling. —Geo. D. Prentice, Esq., of the 
Louisville Journal, while on a late visit to 
Little Rock, Ark., received a letter from M. 
B. Hewsen, Esq., demanding satisfaction for 
some remarks he had made in a newspaper. 
Mr. Prentice disavowed any intention to of¬ 
fend Mr. Hewson, and very sensibly added : 
“ I am no believer in the duelling code. I 
would not call a man to the field unless he 
had done me such a deadly wrong that I de¬ 
sired to kill him, and I would not obey his 
call to the field unless I had done him so 
mortal an injnry as to entitle him, in my 
opinion, to demand an opportunity of taking 
my life. I have not the least desire to kill 
you or to harm a hair on your head, and I 
am not conscious of having done anything to 
entitle you to kill me. I do not want your 
blood on my hands, and I do not want my 
own upon anybody’s.” 
Angelic Theory of the Stars. —Beyond 
and greater than ourselves, we see and know 
no other objects but the heavenly bodies ; 
but there is a general belief that between 
man and his Maker there is a great succes¬ 
sion of beings; and what can they be ? what 
are the angels of heaven—of whom, from our 
very childhood, from the beginning of the 
existence of men upon earth even, something 
has been said and heard—if they be not these 
planets’and stars moving so majestically and 
worshipping so silently, so regularly, so 
obediently l Why should not that movement 
in them which we recognize be called life— 
for us, endless magnificent life, as our own 
irregular movements, or the still more ir¬ 
regular and yet more limited movements of 
an ape, are called life'? [Literary Jour. 
The Moon. —The new Lord Mayor of Lon¬ 
don, is named Moon, and he affords, of course, 
an inexhaustable mine of material for jokes 
on his name. Punch issues an edict to all 
the wits of the world forbidding them to 
make any pun on the Lord Mayor’s name 
for a year, and more particularly prohibiting 
the following offenses. 
If the Lord Mayor should not attend upon 
any occasion, when his lordship has been 
expected, no one is to say that the Moon is 
eclipsed. 
If the Lord Mayor’s health is drank, no 
one, as his lordship proceeds to reply, is to 
say “ Rise, gentle Moon.” 
If the Lord Mayor goes to Windemere 
next autumn, no country journalist is to 
head his account of such excursion, “ The 
Moon’s on the Lake.” 
If the Lord Mayor makes a remark, no 
one is to call it a Lunar Observation. 
If the Lord Mayor requests Miss Catharine 
Hayes to sing at the Mansion House, no per¬ 
son is to predict wet weather from the fact 
of there being a Haze near the Moon. 
If the Lord Mayor is upon any particular 
occasion more witty than usual (if possible,) 
no person is to remark “ The Moon shines 
to-night.” 
In 1817 Lady Franklin produced and pub¬ 
lished a poem, from which the following is 
extracted. It is said that this poem brought 
about her acquaintance and final marriage 
with Sir John. There appears a strange 
agreement between his ultimate sad fate and 
the ideas expressed in the production : 
“ Oh has their sight 
Been strained o’er growing realms of dreary white. 
While each clear iceberg floating o’er the main, 
Seemed a white sail and waxened hope again ; 
Till fancied outcasts both of heaven and man, 
E’en to their hearts the piercing coldness ran ; 
O’er blasted fields they rolled their suffering eyes, 
And sank the victims of the unpitying skies.” 
The following lines, says the Rochester 
American, may be seen on an old clock in 
Scrantom’s auction store. The clock was 
made by “Tobias & Co., Liverpool and 
London,” and is a hundred years old ! Still 
it is “ going,” “ going,” like the auctioneer, 
and is likely to be “ going” long after the 
auctioneer has been “ struck off ” and 
” gone !” 
“ I am old and worn as my face appears, 
For I have w-alk’d on Time for a hundred years 
Many have fallen since I begun, 
Many will fall ere my course is run ' 
I have buried the world with its hopes and fears, 
In my long, lone march of a hundredyears ’ 
Very Ungallant. —The last Knicker¬ 
bocker has the following upon a poetess 
with red hair : 
“ Unfortunate woman, how sad is your lot— 
Your ringlets are red, and your poems are not.” 
ARRESTING A LOCOMOTIVE, 
On Monday evening last, we happened to 
be one of about a dozen passengers upon the 
down train of the Sandusky and Mansfield 
railroad. Nothing occurred to disturb the 
weariness of the journey, until the train ar¬ 
rived at Plymouth. Here we found a Con¬ 
stable waiting for us, who demanded the lo¬ 
comotive, to satisfy a claim, for which he 
held an execution, of the amount of $15 ! 
He made his demand upon the conductor in 
the most pompous manner, and for a time, 
it appeared that we poor “ pilgrims ” ‘were 
destined to remain on the “rock” for the 
night. The conductor, who appeared to be 
used to such, obstructions, immediately set 
his persuasive powers to work, and rolled off 
an amount of blarney and soft, soap that 
would have thrown any one but a Plymouth 
constable off his guard ; that functionary, 
however, remained immoveable, and it was 
found that the only way fo escape the loss 
of the engine, and the consequent detention of 
the train, was to get out of town as quick as 
possible. A lucky thought entered the brain 
of the engineer. It was but a few rods to 
Huron County, and once there, he would be 
out of the jurisdiction of the constable and 
back he went. After a few moments deten¬ 
tion, the train was again put under motion, 
and it fairly flew as it passed on through the 
town, the whistle of the locomotive belching 
forth its.loudest notes, as much as to say to 
the constable—“you can have me, if you can 
catch me.” In a little while we were safely 
landed at Shelby, where we thanked our 
stars that we had no further to travel on a 
railroad that was liable to have its cars seized 
for a fifteen dollar debt. 
Milan Free Press. 
The best thing to give your enemy is for¬ 
giveness ; to your opponent, tolerance: to a 
friend, your heart; to your child, a good ex¬ 
ample ; to a father, deference; to your moth¬ 
er, conduct that will make her proud of her 
son; to yourself, respect; and to all men, 
charity. 
