MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTU UAL AND FAMILY JQUS 
:dlamms. pautmife jtvntr Jlo. 2B. 
WATCHING! BY THS BED OF SICKNESS. 
Who has not sat by the side of a sick 
friend, and watched with intense anxiety 
the various changes of disease—grasped at 
the slightest shadows of hope with an 
eagerness that defied all doubts of recov¬ 
ery, and construed the least favorable ap¬ 
pearance into a decided change for the bet¬ 
ter? And how lonely the watch,—what 
feelings throng around the mind as the 
moans of the sufferer break upon the ear 
—the reflections—the hopes—the wishes, 
doubts and fears that rise up and harrow 
the soul; and, more than all, the painful 
thought that perhaps these are the last 
offices of affection we can ever perform for 
the sufferer. Perhaps we are watching by 
the side of a fond parent, and as we gaze 
upon the brow over which the white locks 
are scattered — upon the pale sunken cheek, 
how cuttingly each unkind word we have 
ever spoken to him, comes piercing back 
to the heart, and how willingly would we 
live those hours over again, that we might 
never more pain them, or with harsh word 
with The Twenty-Second of December, an| 
anniversary Hymn: 
WM I v —; I m>■ j JjUM 
Moan-’.l JMd’v CM N’-'.v •! ; %P a3| 
Whrii iiu-'ii •ii” " ! 'h<- iflHHHHfl 
our l;i!.!vr- ir...l 1 C.-erl land. 
They li-i'V l”ire a 
IVi! h r.-. s■;■ ::;il!:"r :i-l :: > 
I!.. -Iio'il'l Hi- i- ■ ri-■ < .. 
How will'' a realm their nous should s\vaH|H 
Gr<v re Ihfiir bays; but greener stilt 
Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed, . . . 
Ami regions. now untrod. sin!! thrill i tlCUtlir about the matter Until ; 
With revcreuce, when their urines arc breathed. | , , , 
j happened to be spending a few daysHWM 
Till where the sun, with softer fires, * , ,i .< . . J 
Looks on the vast Pacific’s sleep, j COUntiy , U1C liiOUglit Struck me forcjJ^^I 
Tin 1 chililreu of the pilgrim sires , , 1 • , . , , , JHSjf 
This hallowed day like us shall keep.” j tout tllOllgii it might not be the plafl^B 
As a prose writer, Mr. Bryant’s merit village ladies, to take up the subject of 
s been obscured in a measure by his high nian s rights, it certainly teas that of the 
ik as a poet. But the popularity of his ladies of the country. I observed the girls 
has been obscured in a measure by iiis high 
rank as a poet. But the popularity of his 
WILLIAM CULLEN 
BRYANT. 
to the heart, and how willingly would we William Cullen Bryant, was born in 
live those hours over again, that we might Cummington, Hampshire, Mass., on the 3d 
never more pain them, or with harsh word 1794. His parents were persons 
or wayward deed, bring another tear to of education, in comfortable circumstances, 
eyes already dim with sorrow. 
And yet again the sufferer may'be a 
kind brother or sister—a favorite friend 
and playmate, one with whom our happiest Cc£s ’ P os ^* on ^ ie 110w 0CCU P^ CS ' n ^ 1C 
moments have been passed-and now mem- world of leltcrs best altesls - Tho scener >' 
ory is bringing back those l.oars-portray- of hls ™ uve P lacc > eminently majestic and 
ing with a faithful pencil each childish sport, beautiful, seems to have given him that 
and calling up with startling distinctness deep love of mountains, forests, and streams 
' tknn rrLf avra.-rl nnrl AooA raf ilmiiP — of the beautiful in nature — which SO Cm- All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, 
each thought, wold anu deed ot lliose . . Budded, and shook Iheir green leaves in thy breeze, 
V • o,,,] uroLnvc. oirrr uimmreil mently characterizes his poetry. He com- And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow, 
bright days — and it we nave ever wronged j ij whose birth was in their tops, grew oldand died 
rtf wnmnlr '1 tho fpclimrs nf the sufferer raenced Wilting at an early age, and a satire Among their branches, till, at last, they stood, 
or wounded the icumgs OI me suncrer, « / * As now they stand, massy, and fill, and dark, 
liotv bitter are the workings of conscience on the embargo was published by histriends Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold 
IU ‘ ~ P ,• , i . • , • r , ,, Communion vviili his Maker. These dim vaults, 
at this moment. Painful as are the vigils which tie wiocc in his louiteenth jear. These winding aisles, of human pomp or pride 
° . . Reportnot. No fantastic carvings show 
bv the couch of disease, vet in the silence Mr. Bryant spent some years in Williams The ho«st of our vain race to change the form 
y . , , , a ,1 . Of thy fair works. But thou art here—thou fill’st 
of the sick-room, many solemn lessons of College, and also studied law, being admit- The solitude. Thou art in the son winds, 
, , , • i , i A ,i , . t -,1 ,i • i r nn • That run along the summit of these trees 
truth are conveyed to the mind ot the ted to the bar at Plymouth, in 1815. Ilns in music-,—thou art in the cooler breath. 
watcher, and however careless and thought- was during an intermission in his college <V>nu's,^ 
less they'may be, they will there learn the studies, as he did not graduate until 1819. Ihee ' 
great truth that there is one mightier than It was in 1812, that the greatest poem ever ' El.joysSiy pSice" No^siy.^ound, 
mortals, that reigneth over man, and con- written by an American- Thanatopsis— yTcie.lr spr!ng!‘Zt b ,‘-midst its herbs, 
nit,. . ^ . n _ -r> _._ _• Ay, flame thy fiercest, sun! thou c.m’flt not woke, 
WlLLIAM Cullen Bryant, VcU3 boin in In this pure air, the plague that walks unseen; 
Onmminginn TTanarWhirp Mass on the 3d The maize leaf and the maple bough but take, 
Lummmgion, liampsillie, mass., oil uio oa From thy strong heats, a deeper, glossier green; 
-.f N7ov I T-Tis Tv a T*onts wptp tipi'SOTIS Uiie mouutniii wind, that I tints not in thy ray, 
01 nov., ms parents were pel sons Sweeps the blue streams of pestilence away. 
of education, in comfortable circumstances, The mou - ntaih willd! most spiritual thing of ail 
who early saw and appreciated the intellect- n Th , c wide earth knows—when, in the sultry tiny;, 
J 11 He stoops him from lus vast cerulean hall, 
ual endowments of their child, and sought He seems the breath of a celestial clime; 
° As it from I eaven s wide-open gales did flow, 
to train and develope them — with whatsuc- Wealth and refreshinent'on the world below.” 
cess, the position he now occupies in the For depth of moral and poetical senti- 
world of letters best attests. The scenery ment, read this extract from The Forest 
of his native place, eminently majestic and Hymn: 
beautiful, seems to have given him that “ Father, thy hand 
or wounded the feelings of the sufferer, menced writing at an early age, anti a satire 
how bitter are the workings of conscience on the embargo was published by bis friends 
at this moment. Painful as are the vigils which lie wrote in bis fourteenth jear. These winding aisles, of human pomp or pri 
. 0 . Reportnot. No fantastic carvings show 
by the couch of disease, yet in the silence Mr. Bryant spent some years in Williams The bo<st of our vain race to change the fori 
y , , , . „ ,, , . Of thy fair works. But thou art here-thou 
of the sick-room, many solemn lessons ot College, and also studied law, being admit- The solitude. Thou art in the son winds, 
, , 1 • 1 e .1 , 1 A , . -r,, .1 • , n, r nn • That run along the summit of these trees 
truth are conveyed to the mind ot the ted to the bar at Plymouth, in 1 815. Ihis in music;—thou art in the cooler breath. 
watcher, and however careless and thought- was during an intermission in his college cmn/s^ 
less they'may be, they will there learn the studies, as he did not graduate until 1819. iVc^'isco^ 
great truth that there is one mightier than It was in 1812, that the greatest poem ever ' 
mortals, that reigneth over man, and con- written by an American— Thanatopsis — i*nsses I ; ,; am 1 i yon U cie.lrspring'.'una.'nni,iet in 
trols his destiny, and that although to-day was produced by Mr. Bryant. He was ) ) r c [!a,p'foJ^ 1 \lf u ,,„ roots 
they are living in health and. happiness, to- then eighteen years of age. Few poems VhyscifMv wimcJi'in u'Vse sirui'S 
Letters of a Traveler, prove him to possess m many places with their milk pails in one 
the power of writing interesting, valuable Imnd and a paii of some kind of food for 
and beautiful prose, worthy of bis fame as *h e cow in the other, marching towards the 
a poet and journalist, and full of agree- ; barn, through snow and half frozen mud 
able pictures of scenes be has encountered under foot, and a plentiful supply of snow 
in his numerous journeys over both the old and rain descending from the upper regions, 
and new world. ^ r - Editor, the thought of the propriety of 
Mr.” Bryant has just entered upon his those ladies appearing at the polls, at once 
58th year. The “Evening Post” with pressed upon me; why would it not be as 
which he has so long been connected, is only proper for them to join their fathers and 
eight years his junior. May he long live bothers in saying who should make laws 
to lend his vigor to its columns, and yet find for them to obey, as to join them in doing- 
leisure for adding to the claims which be work at the barn. 
already has on his countrymen, to be con- 1 am aware, Sir, that some of our sex, 
sidered the first of their poets. who never thought of blushing before, will 
T>ora nuw narne ^ Immediately if this subject be 
- presented to their view, and harangue at 
The following beautiful passage, by length by asking, “If there is curiosity to 
Washington Irving, in the “ Home Book gratify who goes behind? If there is too 
of the Picturesque,” might almost make a much company for the first table who eats 
November day cheerful: at the second?” And a million more of 
And here let me say a word in favor of the same import, and quite as flat. I am 
those vicissitudes oi' our climate which are astonished that there are any who call them- 
too often made the subject of exclusive re- se ] ves men> vvll0 shou]d so disgrace their 
pining. If they annoy us occasionally by 
changes from hot to cold, from wet to dry, 
they give us one of the most beautiful cli- 
race as to take up this subject and discuss 
it in this manner. Suppose a few ladies 
morrow may find them prostrate upon the in tho world surpass this well-known and or Any perfections. Grandeur, sreiiRtu, unci grace 
J r 1 1 _ Are here to speak of thee. This mighty o ik— 
bed of sickness, and only through the mer- oft-repeated one, yet all will excuse us will- 1! y whose immovable stem i stand ami seem 
J ° 1 Almost annihilated—not a prince, 
cy of the All-ruling Power can they ever ingly for here repeating a passage therefrom: in ail the proud old world beyond the deep, 
^ J J xoio E’er wore his crown ns loftily as he 
hope to rise again. ‘‘The hills Wears the green coronal of leaves with which 
1 Q Rock-ribbed and ancient 11 s the sun—the vales Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root 
Truly are tho workings of God’s hand Stretching in pensive quietness between; Js I eauty, such as blooms not in the glare 
J ° ' The venerable woods—rivers tnat move Of the broad sun. That delicate forest-Howcr 
mysterious, and the heart at times rebels In majesty, and the complaining brooks With scented breath, aifd look so like a smile, 
- # _ That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Seems, ns it issues from the shapeless mould, 
against the justness of that power that Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste— An emanation of the indwelling Life; 
° J 1 Are but the solemn decorations all A visible token of the uphol ling Love, 
all unawares enters the happiest homes and Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 
. . 1 ‘ The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, 
severs the barest blossoms from the parent- Are shining on the sad abodes of death, 
. . , Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread 
stem — blasting tile lend hopes that were The globe are but a handful I 0 the tribes 
. , . , . . , . . That slumber in iisbosorn. Take the wings 
centred there, and crushing the bright ex- Of morning—and the Barcan desert pierce, 
, , ,, . ... , i c i b i , Or lose thyself in the continuous woods 
pectations by the chill hand OI death J but Where rollsthe Oregon, and hears no sound 
c ■ , , , • ' i * ,i <"i Save his own dashings—yet—the dead are there; 
it is far wiser to bend resigned to the Ure- And millions in those solitudes, since first 
ator’s will, and though afflictions cup be fill- m^cifiasu^ 
it is far wiser to bend resigned to the Cre¬ 
ator’s will, and though afflictions cup be fill¬ 
ed to overflowing, exclaim with the Psalm¬ 
ist, “ he doeth all things well.” 
Bristol Centre, N. Y., Dec., 1851. R. M. A» 
POWER OF A WORD. 
How much there is *in the power of a 
single felicitous word in poetry, toward ma¬ 
king a perfect picture to the mind of the 
From Great Barrington, Mr. Bryant re¬ 
moved, in 1825, to the city of New York, 
where lie has ever since resided. He soon 
became connected with “The New York 
Evening Post,” a daily newspaper, of which 
he is now, and has long been the editor.— 
Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak— 
By whose immovable stein I stand and seem 
Almost annihilated—not a prince, 
In all the proud old world beyond the deep, 
E’er wore bis crown as loftily as tie 
Wears the green coronal of leaves with which 
Tby hand has graced him. Nestled at his root 
Js I eauty, such as blooms not in the glare 
Of tne broad sun. That delicate forest-Howcr 
With scented breath, an'd look so like a smile, 
Seems, «s it issues from the shapeless mould, 
An email ition of the indwelling Life; 
A visible token of the uphol dug Love, 
That are the soul of this wide universe.” 
The effect of reading poetry like this, on 
a denizen of the city —one whose childhood 
was passed in the country, is to bring back 
those scenes most vividly, so that “the 
woods in which we had dwelt pleasantly 
wave their green leaves in the song, and 
our streams are there with the sound of all 
their waters.” 
Mr. Bryant’s powers are not limited to 
felicitous description of natural objects.— 
“There are some nice touches in the lines 
To a Mosquito, particularly the reply to 
the unsophieated insect’s objection to bleed¬ 
ing the cheek of beauty : 
• What say’st thou—slanderer!—rouge makes thee sick ? 
And China bloom at best is sorry food ? 
And Rowland’s Kalydor, if laid on thick, 
Poisons 1 i.e thirsty wretch that bores for blood? 
king a perfect picture to the mind of the He has written much for other publications, u .uptnuHeu msect s oojecaon 10 meea- 
reader. Itoften invests an inanimate object both in prose and verse. As a journalist, ln g 11(3 c ie(; c ot beauty. 
> with almost actual life, and makes the land- he has obtained a high reputation for his 
) Scape a sentient tiling. llcie arc a few nonot* nnilino* usefulness and tliirnifv with Rowland s Kalydor, it laid on thick, 
5 lines that live in our memory—from Proctor, umt,n g ^elulne.s and dignity with Jo; = i,.yw 
; Barry Cornwall, if we do not mistake- influence in polities, commerce and soaety, crime ~ 
] which are eminently an illustration of this. ant ^ evcr * n advance ot his party, on the r phe advice to the mosquito, as to the 
; The poet is sitting, at nightfall, upon a green great questions which have moved the mind most popu h lr vein f )r bim t0 suck> is vory 
! “ ead ? w , bai ? k ’ iittle daughter by 0 f his country. But it is his poetry, rather judicious, and more worthy a political econ- 
) lus side, looking at the setting sun, and the tban j ds politics, that we would now bring om j st ,L. m ., nnpl . 
! twilight exhalations colored by its evening , . 1 . 0 omi&nnan a poet. 
> beams’ before our readeis. ‘Try some plump alderman, and suck the blood 
,, , Enriched by generous wine and costly meat; 
„ TI ... . ■ 1 he “Boston Museum,” from which we On well lilledikins, sleek as thy nativemud, 
( , Here will we sit, , . 1 Fix tby light pump and press thy tVe kled feet: 
The while the sun goes down the glowing west, condense, a portion Ot tills biographical Go to the men for whom, in ocean’s hails. 
mates in the world. They give us the d° g e t together and talk over their rights 
bnl ant sunshine of the south of Europe, there is no danger of their getting any 
with the fresh verdure of the north. They more than belongs to them; or doing anv 
float our summer sky with clouds of gorge- 1 , ,, , a 
, /. , Pj b thing desperate it we Jet them alone, 
ous tints or fleecy whiteness, and send down n ,7 tXT „ 
J ’ . . Butternut Manor, N. Y. RICHARD, 
cooling showers to refresh the panting _ _ _ 
earth and keep it green. Our seasons are the COUNSEL OF WOMEN. 
all poetical; the phenomena of our heavens -- 
are full of sublimity and beauty. Dr. Boardman, in his admirable work. 
Winter with us lias none of its prover- “Hints on Domestic Happines,” inculcates 
bial gloom. It may have its howling winds, this i.octrine, which we cordially endorse: 
and chilling frosts, and whii ling snow storms; in a conversation I once held with an 
but it lias also its long intervals of cloud- eminent minister of our church, he made 
less sunshine, when the snow-clad earth this fine observation: — “ We will say nuth- 
gives redoubled brightness to the day; ing of the manner in which that sex usually 
when at night the stars beam with intensest conduct an argument; but the intuitive 
lustie, or the moon floods the whole land- judgments of women are often more to be 
scape with her most limpid radiance; and relied upon than the conclusions which we 
then the joyous outbreak of our spring, reach by an elaborate process of reasoning.” 
bursting at once into leaf and blossom, re- No man that lias an intelligent wife, or 
dundant with vegetation, and vociferous who is accustomed to the society of educa- 
with life! —and the splendors of our sum- ted women, will dispute this, 
mer—its morning voluptuousness and eve- Times without number you must have 
ning g’ory—its airy palaces of the sun gilt known them decide questions on the iqstant, 
clouds piled up in a deep azure sky; and its and with unerring accuracy, which you 
gusts of tempest of almost tropical grand- had been poring over for hours, perhaps, 
eur, when the forked lightning and the bel- with no other result than to find yourself 
lowing thunder volley from the battlements getting deeper and deeper into the tangled 
of heaven, and shake the sultry atmosphere maze of doubts and difficulties. It were 
—and the sublime melancholy of our au- hardly generous to allege that they achieve 
tumn, magnificent in its' decay, withering these feats less by reasoning than by a sort 
down the pomp and pride of a woodland of sagacity which approximates to the sure 
country, yet reflecting back from its yellow instinct of the animal races; and )et there 
forests the golden serenity of the sky, surely seems to be some ground for the remark of 
we may say in our climate “ the heavens a witty French writer, that, when a man 
declare the glory ot God, and the firmament has toiled step by step up a flight of stairs, 
showeth forth his handiwork; day untoday he will be sure to find a woman at the top; 
uttereth speech; and night unto night but she will not be able to tell how she got 
showeth knowledge.” 
FREEZING UP! 
To put cut five hundred dollars at inter¬ 
est, have yourself packed in ice, and stay 
there. 
How she got there, however, is of little 
moment. Il the conclusions a woman has 
reached are sound, that is all that concerns 
us. And that they are very apt to be sound 
on the practical matters of domestic and 
“-Ilcre will we sit, ' _ ’ 
The while the sun goes down the glowing west, condense, a portion of this biographical 
Exhaling from tho meadows; the nectarous breath sketch, remarks. llie love of natuie, not 
Which Earth sends upward, when her Lord, the Sun. ‘ a bl[ nd admiration, blit the affection of a 
Kisses her cheek at parting.” . . 
* Try some plump alderman, and suck the blood 
Enriched by generous wine and costly meat; 
On well filled skins, sleek as thy native mud, 
Fix thy light pump and press thy freckled feet: 
Go to the men for whom, in ocean’s hails. 
The oyster breeds, and the green turtle sprawls. 
Which Earth sends upward, when her lord, the Sun, ‘ a blind admiration, but the affection of a are < ! riven ’ an dthcred vintage flows 
»-• . - 1 ,-./, u ttuiminuuu, uui me, nucwivii vi a 1 o till the swelling veins lor thee, and now 
ixisses net cnee/c at j, g. noblest work's of God is The ruddy cheek and now the ruddier nose 
,, - wise man ior me nooiesi wonts oi uoo, is shall tempt thee, as thou flittest round the brow; 
I here is action as well as vitality in this tbe mos t striking peculiarity of Mr. Bay- An* 1 , when the hour ot sleep its quiet brings, 
beautiful simile. Shakspeare paints similar- . , ,, , . „ , No an^ry baud shall use to break thy wings. 
frozen, with suspended life, ull it amounts scol ,lar life, notliino but prejudice or self- 
to u fortune, seems now becoming a possi- conceit c , m prev ent us from acknowledging, 
ble resource, fhe scientific men of trance The i Qforen ‘ ce> therefore, is unavo.dable, 
arc, at present, speculating on a recent that , he ma|1 w|w thi „ ks it Uneath his 
instance of a young man brought to lye dignity to take counsel with an intelligent 
after beny froze* vp eleven months, on the stands in his own light, and betoys 
Alps, n nas yiven rise to a revived belief i„ . . , . . . 
■ f, ., °. . . .. , , i that tack ot judgment winch he taculy 
in the theory that hie can be suspended ^ t t j J ° J 
ly when he says: A ' V1 B IIe has written of natural 
„ , objects all the better from having passed so 
“ How soft the moonlight sleeps upon yon btinkl” J . . . . , . 
much of Ins life in cities, and amid the roar 
Now, suppose he had written tests upon nnd biistle of practical, every-day life. A 
von bank,” how tame in comparison would , , . „ , . . 
the word have been; and yet it would be ra!m mus J linow soc,et y w ‘ U . bofore 1,0 can 
etjually “correct.” What is it that gives S^ ve us pictures of it; but it is equally true 
to the following line from Campbell’s “ Bat- that he must know artificial life familiarly 
tic of Hohcnlinden” its almost terrific force before he can thoroughly appreciate nature, 
but a single word ? or p ] ace before us her thousand hues and 
“ Far flashed the red artillery.” shades so that the impression shall be last- 
That little word of one syllable sets the ing. The contrast between rural life and 
distant horizon all a glow with the bursting that of the cit is weU givea hy Mr . Bry- 
flames from tho deep mouthed ordnance. r . r, ■ 
, iri r _ • __ ii . ant lnmself, in his Lines on lievisitina the 
Wherefore, ye minor bantlings, look to your ’ J 
accessories.— Harper's Magazine. Country: 
---- •• || erei i have ’scaped the city’s stifling heat, 
TT i,i i-i L r i , Its horrid sounds, nnd Its polluted air"; 
lie wllO fakes Ills character trom what And where the season’s milder fervors heat. 
Others say of him, will be ignorant of his And gates that sweep theaoresl-t.order hear 
J , . i i “ ip i J he song of bird, and sound ol running stream, 
l’Cal self, which can only be self-known. Am ?oine awhile to wander and to deeatn. 
ant’s poetry. He has written of natural ... • *• . • m 
* J . . ‘I here are manv majestic stanzas m The 
objects all the better from having passed so A w 4l “ •, 
J . .. bl Ayes. We copy lliose with winch the poem 
much of his life in cities, and amid the roar , , m a . ■ ,, , * 
, , , , . ’ , closes. I he first is as literally true now as 
and bustle of practical, every-day life. A , ... , , , . .. 
* 5 J J IV h ATI it mritfon aiizi urn u.rm tliot lin 
but a single word ? 
Far flashed the red artillery.” 
that of the city is well given by Mr. Bry¬ 
ant himself, in his Lines on Revisiting the 
Country :— 
“ Here, I have ’scaped the city’s stifling heat, 
Its horrid sounds, and its polluted air; 
And where the season’s milder fervors heat. 
And gales, that sweep the lorest-horder, hear 
The song of hint, and sound of running stream, 
Am come awhile to wander and to dream. 
when it was written, and we hope that the means a 
l ist was written in the the spirit of prophee^: living m 
Europe is given a prey to sterner fates, ^ 1 l>/jt 
And writhes in shackles; strong the arms that chain Tile eXl) 
To earth her struggling inultitudeof states; , , 1 
Site, too, is strong, and might not chafe in vain Hare, Il'U 
Against them, hut shake oil the vampire train plete SU< 
That fatten on her ldood, and break their net. ” 
Yes, she shall look on brighter days, nnd gain 
The meed of worthier deeds; the moment set Amon 
To rescue and raise up, draws near—hut is not yet. 
caped p 
But thou, my country, thou shalt never fall, p. . ' 
But with thy children—thy maternal care, 1 aiace v 
Thy lavish love, thy lucssings showered on all— thg slufi 
These are thy fetters—seas and stormy air .. 
Are the wide barrier of thy holders, wtiere, Smallest 
Among tby gallant sons that guard thee well, . nronfM'tv 
Thou laugh’st at enemies: who shall then declare piupci 
The date of tby deep-founded strength, or tell had St’nl 
How happy, in thy loss, the sons of men shall dwell?’ ” ^ w\% 
Closing, for want of space, our quotations h av e sei 
from his poetry, we can do it no better than Lilliput 
at pleasure, and criminals are about to be 
demanded of the Government to be frozen 
on experiment. The reader will already 
have inferred what relief this offers to such , p] 
unhappy ladies as find themselves not con- d 
temporary with the hearts they sigh to win. ^ 
They have only to be iced till overtaken! ‘ 
We should add that the above is by no ‘ 
means a joke, however. The blood of a ^ . 
living man was infused into the veins of ^ no . 
the frozen youth, and he moved and spoke. ® 
MODESTY. 
There is a resistless charm in a modest 
demeanor, which is worth more than all 
the aits with which designing women seek 
to captivate the opposite sex. Meretricous 
attractions may chance to please to-day; 
but native excellence, with the simple set¬ 
ting of modesty, will delight to morrow and 
next day, and so on, without interruption. 
1 He experiment was afterwards tried on a J . , ... f . 
. ,. 1 c j , Moreover, the pleasure which we derive 
hare, frozen for the purpose, and with com- f „ 1 , ,, , , 
, . Tr r y ; troni spurious or shallow charms is almost 
plete success.— Home Journal . . , c ,, , , , , 
r . . . certainly followed by disgust, when we 
Amongst many things which had es- t0rne hi see we ^ een ' I0 P°sed 
caped previous inspection in the Crystal u P on ’ U J 3 not a greeable to our amour 
Palace was a small glass case containing P™P r * ,1° know and feel that we have been 
the stuffed skin of “Tiney,” certainly the chea L ted - The old paradox about;*beauty 
smallest full grown dog in the world, the unadorned’ has much truth in it and u 
property of Sir Archibald M’Laine, who PO'ntedly and prettily rendered in the 
had sent it rather late for the Exhibition. 1° lowing epigram: 
It was not three inches long, and might “ As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, 
have served as a lap** for the Queen of 
! Lilliput. And she who means no mischief does it alU” 
