MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A RAP FOR THE RAPPERS. 
BY DIANTKA. 
Tub spirits a rapping, came forth one night, 
And down to this earth came they; 
O’er hill, vale, and woodland, coursing their flight, 
To town, sure enough, their way. 
There merry lights glancing, 
And eyes quite entrancing, 
Full flashed in the circle of social cheer; 
“ To set them a thinking, 
Those merry eyes blinking. 
We’ll rap, rap, rap, as soon t’will appear.” 
A matron was sitting among a group, 
Tick, tick, ’mong her ear locks grey; 
“ What vipers that near me—O look! friends look I” 
And down on the floor her cap lay. 
An eloquent lawyer, 
Unto his employer, 
YVas proving it plain, that what’s black is'nt grey, 
“ Now sir but just listen, 
To my proposition, 
Grey black would he”—rap, rap, rap—“ what do you say?’’ 
Then on up the street by the moonlight pale, 
Our spirits flit on their way; 
Just pausing to list to a lover’s tale. 
Then onward and on far away. 
“ Ha 1 ha! here’s a gath’ring, 
’Mong all the good breth'ren, 
We’ll step in to hear what the good folks say; 
And with a light tapping, 
Tick’ tick, and a rapping, 
Respond as the breth’ren sing and pray.” 
An old man in dreams was passing the night, 
A child on his mother’s knee; 
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap—he roused in a fright, 
Call out—“ what is wanted of me r” 
And lo 1 on the table, 
But no! we’re notable, 
To follow the awful developments through; 
Suffice it “your guardian, 
Your angel, your warden, 
Is Mary, your mother, who's rapping to you.” 
A wide gaping circle, all gathered round, 
In silent expectance sat; 
With ears far distended, to catch a sound, 
As the medium commenced to rap. 
Our spirits wore peering, 
So then nothing fearing. 
Quite boldly they come, and with magical power; 
In Greek, French, and Latin, 
They autographed hand in. 
All wonders, which could not be told in an hour. 
Oh ! age of all ages, this age is best, 
Oh ! who could more favored be; 
The sewers, the reapers, steam cars and press, 
News telegraphed too, we see. 
But strangest of wonders, 
And saddest of blunders, 
That spirits should deal out, the mysteries of Heaven; 
Thus virtually making, 
A telegraph station, 
By spirit electrical influence driven. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
SLANDER, 
The child was grieved. Ho had been 
prosent at an inquisition, tho details of which 
filled his little, sensitive heart, with pain ; 
and ho hastened to lay the burthen of his 
sorrow before his worthy grand-siro, who 
was always the source of relief and comfort. 
Tho aged parent listened with oager atten¬ 
tion to his pitiful story—the fair name of 
an esteemed friend had been assailed, and 
tho tongue of slander, and lying, and ovil, 
had been sot against him. And tho child 
sobbed aloud. 
Tho old man spoko kindly and said :— 
“ Mv noble boy, thou art too young to un¬ 
derstand those things—I am older than thou, 
and have learned many excellent truths.— 
Como with me.” 
And so saying tho vonorablo fathor arose 
and wended his way towards tho orchard, 
leading tho child. It was early autumn. 
At sigHt of tho rich fruit that hung in clus¬ 
ters high amid tho luxuriant foliage, joy 
leaped out from those little eves, and tho 
smilo of gladness beamed through tho largo 
tear-drops which had gathered thero as to¬ 
kens of a wounded heart. The shadow that 
had fallen upon his soul was forgotten, and ho 
was impatient to bo away. 
“ But stay my child,” said the old man, 
leaning upon his staff, “ wo came to learn a 
losson. Seest thou those trees? Somo are 
laden with choice fruits—others barren.— 
Somo yield poars, somo apples, somo peach¬ 
es, and somo only leavos. 
“ Look again, my son. Soost thou those 
boys? They aro stoning and boating somo 
of the trees. But mark, now, my boy,— 
they stone and beat those trees only which 
bear fruit.” 
Tho little boy grasped that trombling 
hand more warmly than ever beforo, and 
with a faco radiant with joy and satisfaction 
exclaimed,— “ It's the fruit, then, they seek!” 
“ Thou art wiso to day, my son,” slowly 
articulated the vonerablo patriarch. “ Treas¬ 
ure up this in thine heart, and bo comfortod.” 
Tho serpent tonguo of slandor may oft 
bo set against us. Tho ambitious may envy 
us our birthright, and essay to despoil us 
of our good name, and rob us of our charac¬ 
ter, by the circulation of falsehood. But it 
is all for tho “• fruit.” Mankind work for 
pay. If wo aro obstacles in tho way of am¬ 
bitious schemers—barriers to tho aggran¬ 
dizement of others—wo may expoct abuse, 
and trials, and troubles. No one will beat 
an empty bush, or spend his force in cast¬ 
ing stones at a barron tree. Tho fruit they 
covet may be hiddon even from our own 
eyes, and discovered only by the ken of 
ambition—it may be yet green, and hang¬ 
ing high, or too long in ripening, and the 
integrity of our own character must be im¬ 
peached to allow them to reach forth with 
rudo hands to pluck it. The tree is shakon 
and beaten, and bruised. And when, as is 
too often the case, the “fruit” is thus ob¬ 
tained—tho apples beforo tho laws of na¬ 
ture, and tho “ emoluments,” beforo cir¬ 
cumstances havo matured them, they prove 
no moro indigestible and injurious to the 
boy who oats them, than tho latter to the 
man who obtains them by tho foul moans 
of slander. S. Furman. 
UNION VILLAGE SHAKERS. 
Tiie Dayton Gazetto has a very interest¬ 
ing article giving the history, manners, sen¬ 
timents, &c., of the singular sect called 
Shakers. The following sketch of ono of 
their flourishing settlements will bo read 
with much interest: 
Tho Society at Union Village, Warren 
county, Ohio, is worthy of particular note. 
It is one of the largest Shaker Societies in 
the world. It was founded in the year 
1805. It now numbers near GOO persons 
and owns upwards of 4.000 acros of land, in 
one body. Tho soil is remarkably fertile, 
and the surfaco and scenery bcatuifully 
diversified, and tho locality remarkably 
healthy. Tho Society here is divided into 
four different “ families,” located in differ¬ 
ent parts of their domain. The largost 
family numbers near 200 persons, and is 
called tho Centre, it being the residence of 
their Elder and Eldress and where their 
church is located. Tho “ dwolling ” as it is 
called, where this family eats and sloops, is 
an immense brick structure, four stories 
high ; it fronts 88 feet, and is 108 feet deep ; 
it is divided into dining, sleeping and kitch¬ 
en rooms. In the large cellar underneath 
is kept the milk, and the butter and cheese 
apparatus. Their butter is churned and 
cheese made by horse power ; their bread 
is also kneaded in the same way. Their 
bread is certainly the best wo over tasted. 
In fact, the dinner they generously prepar¬ 
ed for our party, was one of tho most palat¬ 
able wo ever enjoyed. The fine fruit and 
other seasonable delicacies with which our 
table was loaded, were such as princes 
might feed upon and be glad. They live 
upon plenty of tho very best of everything 
that is good and healthy. They cultivate 
none but tho best of fruits of which they 
sell large quantities. 
They havo tho finest stock we ever saw. 
Their cattle aro altogether incomparable.— 
Some of their cows give daily, from six to 
eight gallons of the richest milk. Such 
cows they readily sell at from $150 to $200. 
Calves, from two to four months old, they 
sell from $60 to $100. They have an ani 
mal that weighs nearly 3,000 pounds. They 
have a botanical garden of about twolve 
acres, in which they cultivate all the medi¬ 
cinal plants and herbs of this climate, which 
they gather and remove to the chemical and 
medical laboratory, whore they are dried and 
prepared in tho form of extracts, powders. 
&c., ready for market. Theso medicines 
are tho purest and best of tho kind that 
can be had. Tho celebrated “ Shaker Sar¬ 
saparilla” is manufactured here and affords 
the principal source of their revenue.— 
Their mechanical shops aro kept in the 
noatest order and their work is done in the 
most systematic style. 
They excel in the manufacture of carpots, 
wood-ware, leather, blankets, and various 
kinds of trinkets and fancy articles. We 
were shown somo silk handkerchiefs which 
wore mado by them from silk of their own 
production, which wero quite equal to the 
European silks. 
Their seed gardon is also note worthy.— 
Thoy annually put up and sell about 1,400 
boxes of garden soed, each box containing 
200 packages of seeds. 
They have now in their domain about 
3.000 head of sheep, 500 cattle, 100 horses, 
countless numbers of poultry, but no hogs 
or dogs, tho former being to them unclean, 
and tho lattor useless yelpers. All their 
buildings, shops, stables, &c., &c, are built 
of the best materials ; and in fact every 
thing about them is done just as it should 
bo dono. A visit to their village will well 
repay a long ride. They aro exceedingly 
hospitable and affable, and those who visit 
thorn will never regret the time or trouble. 
KEEP YOUNG. 
There is no suror destroyer of youth, of 
youth's privileges and powers, and delights 
than yielding the spiret to the empire of ill- 
temper and selfishness. We should all bo 
cautious, as we advance in life, of allowing 
occasional sorrowful experience to over¬ 
shadow our perception of tho preponder¬ 
ances of good. 
Faith in good is at onco its own rectitude 
and reward. To boliovo good, and to do 
good, truly and trustfully, is tho healthiest 
of humanity’s conditions. To take events 
cheerfully, and promote tho happiness of 
others, is tho way to ensure tho enduring 
spring of existence. Contont and kindli¬ 
ness are tho soft vernal showers and foster¬ 
ing sunny warmth that keep a man’s nature 
and being fresh and green. If wo would 
leave a gracious memory behind us, there 
is no way bettor to securo it than by living 
graciously. A cheorful and benign tomper. 
that buds forth pleasant blossoms, and 
boars sweet fruit for thoso who live within 
its influence, is sure to produce an undying 
growth of groon romombrancos that shall 
flourish immortally after tho present stock 
is decayed and gono. 
Flatterers only lift a man up, as it is 
said tho eagle does the tortoise, to got some¬ 
thing by his fall. 
ANECDOTE OF DANIEL WEBSTER. 
Ebenezer Webster, tho father of Daniel, 
was a farmer. The vegetables in his gar¬ 
don suffered considerably from tho depreda¬ 
tions of a wookchuck, whose hole and habi¬ 
tation wero near tho premises. 
Daniel, somo ten or twelve years old, and 
his brother, Ezekiel, had sot a trap, and fi¬ 
nally succeeded in capturing the trespasser. 
Ezekiel proposed to kill tho animal, and end 
at onco any further trouble from him ; but 
Daniel looked with compassion upon his 
meek, dumb captive, and ottered to let him 
again go free. Tho boys could not agree, 
and each appealed to their fathor to decide 
the case. 
“ Well, my boys,” said tho old gentleman, 
“I will bo tho judge. Thero is the prisoner,” 
pointing to tho woodchuck, “ and you shall 
be the counsel, and plead the case for and 
against his life and liberty.” 
Ezekiel opened the case with a strong ar¬ 
gument, urging tho mischievous naturo of 
the criminal, the great harm he had already 
done; said that much timo and labor had 
been spent in his capture, and now, if he 
was suffered to livo and go again at large, 
ho would renow his dopredations, and bo 
cunning enough not to suffer himself to bo 
caught again, and that he ought now to be 
put to death ; that his skin was of some 
value, and that, to make the best of him 
they could, it would not half repay the dam¬ 
age he had dono. 
His argument was ready, practical, to tho 
point, and of much greater length than our 
limits will allow us to occupy inrolating the 
story. 
The fathor looked with pride upon his son, 
who became a distinguished jurist in his 
manhood. 
‘•Now, Daniol, it is your turn; I’ll hear 
what you have to say.” 
5 Twas tho first case. Daniel saw the plea 
of his brother had sensibly affected his 
father, the Judge, and his large, brilliant 
black eyes looked upon the soft, timid ex¬ 
pression of the animal; and as ho saw it 
tromble with fear in its narrow prison house, 
his heart swelled with pity, and ho appeal¬ 
ed with eloquent words that the captive 
might go free. 
God, ho said, had made tho woodchuck; 
he made him to live, to enjoy the bright sun¬ 
light, the puro air, the free Holds and woods. 
God had not made him or anything in vain. 
Tho woodchuck had as much right to live as 
any other living thing; he was not a destruc¬ 
tive animal as the wolf and fox were; ho 
simply oat a fow common vegetables, of 
which thoy had a plenty, and could well 
spare a part; ho destroyed nothing but the 
little food he needed to sustain his humble 
life ; and that little food was as sweet to him 
and as necessary to his existence, as was to 
him tho food upon his mother’s table. God 
furnished them their own food ; ho gave 
them all they possessed; and would thoy not 
' spare a little dumb creature, who really had 
as much right to his sharo of God’s bounty 
as thoy .themsolves had to thoir portion ?— 
Yes, moro, the animal had never violatod 
the laws of his nature, or iho laws of God, 
as man often did ; but strictly followed the 
simplo, harmless instincts he had received 
from tho hand of tho creator of all things. 
Created by God's hand, ho had a right from 
God, to life, to food, to liborty; and they 
had no right to doprivo him of either; he 
alluded to tho mute but earnest pleadings 
of the animal for that life, as sweet, as dear 
to him as their own was to them ; and the 
just judgmont they might expoct, if in self¬ 
ish cruelty and cold hoartedness they took 
the life they could not restore again, the 
life that God alone had given. 
During this appeal the tears had started 
to tho old man’s eyes, and were fast running 
down his sun-burnt cheeks ; every feeling 
of a father’s heart was stirred within him ; 
he saw the future greatness of his son before 
his eyos, he felt that God had blessed him 
in his children beyond the lot of other men; 
his pity and sympathy wero awakened by 
his eloquent words of compassion, and the 
strong appeal for mercy; and forgetting tho 
judge in tho man and tho father, ho sprang 
from his chair (while Daniel was in tho 
midst of his argument, without thinking ho 
had already won his case) and turning to his 
oldest son, dashing the tears from his oyos, 
exclaimed — 
“ Zeke, Zeke, you let that woodchuck 
go !”—Boston Traveler. 
NAMES OF NEWSPAPERS. 
The number of newspapers now printed 
in this country (not including monthly 
magazines) is according to a statement of 
tho Philadelphia Register, about 3.500, and 
there is a remarkable samonoss in thoir 
names. The Inquirers, Advertisers, Tran¬ 
scripts, Mirrors, Advocates Recorders, 
Chronicles Republicans, Whigs, Palladiums, 
Tribunes, Heralds, Patriots, Observers, 
Mossengors, Journals, Couriers, Sentinels, 
Reporters, Registers, Morcurys, Flags anti 
Banners, constitute about two thirds of the 
whole. Besides the above, thoro are 1 G 7 
Democrats, and 129 Gazettos. 
As an offset of this wo may notico a few 
of the unique names, such as the Pleasure 
Boat, Life Boat, Yankee Blado, Rough 
Notes, Rough Ilower, Almighty Dollar, Old 
Oaken Bucket, Locomotive, Screw Driver, 
Busy Martha, Young America, Nonpareil, 
Straight Forward, Sun Beam, Rainbow, 
Fact, Acorn, Plaindealer, Tho Wonder, 
Homo of Mirth, Cataract, Tempest, Old 
Settler, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, All sorts, Da¬ 
vid’s Sling, Circumstance, Una, Budget, 
Lantern, Pick. Castigator, Yankee Nation, 
Prairie Bird, Uncle Sam, Boston Notion, 
Gem of tho Prairie Land, Ram’s Horn, Bu¬ 
gle, Chronotypo, Golden Rule, Old Colony, 
Pine Knot, Whip and Spur, Blue Hen’s 
Chicken, Hornet’s Nest, Livo Giraffe, Beo- 
bachter, Anzeigor, Kladdoradatsch, and 
somo jaw-preaking Norwegian and Gorman 
names which wo do not remomber, somo of 
them among our most valuable papers. 
Jfur % Jabies. 
SHE IS THINE. 
She is tliine—the word is spoken ; 
Hand to hand, and heart (o heart! 
Though all other ties are broken, 
Time these bonds shall never part. 
Thou hast taken her in gladness, 
From the altar’s holy shrine; 
Oh, remember in her sadness, 
She is thine, and only thine! 
In so fair a temple never, 
Aught of ill can hope to come; 
Good will strive, and striving ever, 
Make so puro a shrine its home. 
Each the othei’’s love possessing. 
Say what care should cloud that brow, 
She will be to thee a blessing, 
And a shield to her be thou! 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
A MOTHERS LOVE. 
A CUSTOM WORTH IMITATING. 
It is a custom, among certain tribes in 
Siberia, that, when a woman is married, she 
must prepare the wedding dinner with her 
own hands. To this feast all tho relatives 
and friends, both of hor own family and of 
that of tho groom, aro invited. If tho vi¬ 
ands are well cooked, her credit as a good 
housewife is established. But if the dishes 
are badly prepared she is disgraced in that 
capacity forever. Tho result is that a Si¬ 
berian wife is generally a good housekeeper, 
whatever else sho may be, and thus is com¬ 
petent, beyond her sex generally, for the 
practical duties of life. 
Wo are accustomed to call tho Siberians 
semi-barbarous, and incapable of furnishing 
an example, in anything, to a people as 
civilized as ourselves. But wo might imi¬ 
tate thoir custom to considerable advantage. 
Since tho days of our grandmothers, the 
education of Amorican females, considered 
in a practical view, has greatly deteriorated. 
In their timo girls were instructed to be¬ 
come good housewives. Now they are 
_ ‘ come good housewives. Now they are 
Who does not feel that there is no gift in J? l '°, u . ght »P to chatter French or study the 
,,.... . 8111111 fashions. Sixty years ago tho aim of a 
this wide universe, so precious as a mother’s young woman was to fit herself to be a good 
lovo 1 Who has not treasured many a toy, wife. At tho present day young ladies think 
which would itself bo trifling and valueless, an Y how to catch a husband. 
were it not linked with dreams of other Y°. aro „ not °PP 0Sed to cutting the fe- 
j.,_, m (.• • ... . malo intellect, or to adorning woman with 
days,-thepledgeof affection,given in child- accomplishments. We repudiate the idea 
hoods hour of joy and bliss ? Who has not that she is merely tho slave of man. Her 
thought love’s simplo song that pleased our destiny is higher, nobler, moro divine. Sho 
infancy, tho sweetest ever heard ?—and tho was designed, by the Great Author of all, to 
prayer our watchful mother gave, and bade b ° t0 \ dp m f e i° f Q man > in tho {u] J ™ e ? n ~ 
„ 0 lie . i u i x ln g of that good old Saxon term. It is her 
us sp, as suiely boino on angels wings to mission to sharo his sorrows, to participate 
heaven. Even passing years tell us, that in his joys, to cheer him in his moments of 
our cherished hopes, aro mockery, and tho depression, to be his confidant, his counsel- 
gay smiling world, wo deemed an opening * or> k ' s kest oartdd .Y friend. That sho may 
paradise, is vile and treacherous. ° bo « om P et f t for all this, she should have 
, a wise head as well as a loving heart. If 
v\ hen wo havo seen so much vanity, that her intellect is uncultivated, she may bo- 
wo bccomo as cold, and almost heartless as come a pretty play thing for a while, but 
tho throng we mingle with, then, even then, nothing more ; and when her youthful love- 
the song, the prayer, or but our mother’s liness lias departed, her influence is gono 
name, will waken deeply smothered tho’ts, th ,? f " ° f histOT Y. 
. . 1 J ’ even the most beautiful, who have exerci- 
and bungs to consciousness foolings that sed power, have owed their success to the 
had been cherished or hid so long wo scarce- intellect. A hjindsomo fool married to a 
ly know they yet lingered thero. But when man of ability, can scarcely escape being 
long days of tedious weariness have passed do ®P^ scd - even an ordinary face, it 
a , ,, , united to sweetness, sense, and a cultivated 
away, and again wo hear a mothers well mind> not only win ’ esteem , but retains it 
known voico wolcomo our coming footsteps, to tho close of lifo. A wife, in a word, can 
cheering our burthened hearts, as soothing- never be truly the companion of a refined 
ly as whon it hushed our childish grievan- kus hand, unless her intellect is improved 
ces-when tho same hand binds up our als °’ And if there were more such com- 
. . , . , , , 1 , pamons for men, there would bo fower 
fevered brow, and by a thousand nameless brutes among the male sex. 
acts of tenderness, tells of a love, by languago But women shoud nevertheless remem- 
undefined,—them wo fool that, though all her, tdafc a wife has many duties to fulfil, 
other things of earth aro changeable, our an< * tbat *° cultivate the mind alono is not 
° ? nrnnavinfr tnr fhoir InfnvA 1^4- A a mnn 
Mother’s Lovo will never chango. r. 
Maple Valley, 1853. 
HUSBANDS AND WIVES. 
Mrs. Denison, in one of her capital edi- 
preparing for their future lot. As men 
must learn a trade, acquire a profession, or 
fit themselves to earn a livelihood in somo 
other way, so should women render them¬ 
selves competent for tho position of a house¬ 
wife, in case they should bo called to fill it. 
torials for the Boston Olive Branch, presents Anc l as , n .° e * cuse for a husband, who 
. ... , r | neglects his business, or refuses to master 
the following striking contrast between two 
homes and two husbands: 
its more unpleasant details, that he is a 
capital Greek scholar, a critic in tho fine 
“ I wish I could see a pleasant face when arts, or a capital amateur musician, so it is 
I come home. Tired ! Yes ! that’s always no palliation for a wife who is ignorant of 
the cry. I never get tired — oh, no? Cus- household affairs, or scorns to supervise 
tomers to please — clerks to overhaul, ac- them, that she sing like a Son tag, dress her- 
counts to cast up! Hush ! I hate that self to look like a princess, or even do as 
child. Now, walk the floor ixnd spoil him. 
Bill, hunt up my slippers. Mary, draw up 
my rocking chair. Other men have their 
much good among the poor as a dozon lady 
Bountifuls. 
But the majority of women cannot afford 
things ready for them. There’s Saunders, to delegato their household duties to ser- 
ho takes comfort. His wife is as hadsome vants. That so many do it, whoso husbands 
as sho was tho day sho was married. If are still comparatively poor, is one of the 
there’s anything I hate, it’s a faded woman, social evils of the age, especially in great 
Light the lamps, and give ine my newspaper, cities. While, therefore, every female ought 
If I can’t road here in peace, I’ll go over to to cultivate her mind, and even learn as 
Sauuders.” many accomplishments as possible, she 
7 should remember that a knowledge of house- 
“ Mary, dear, how tired you look. Give wifery should attend theso acquisitions, if 
mo that great strapping boy. No wonder sho expects to fulfill her duties in life.— 
your arms ache. Oh ! nover mind mo. The Siberian custom might be introduced 
l m always O. K. at home, you know. Take hero without injury .—Phil a. Ledger. 
the rocking chair yourself, and just be com- --—,-- 
fortable. Ain’t I tired ? Why yes, I am a FEMALE SOCIETY. 
little—but then I’ve feasted on fresh air and T . . - 
sunshine to-day, which you havn’t. Besides, society is more profitable, because 
fortable. Ain t 1 tired ? U by yes, I am a FEMALE SOCIETY. 
little—but then I’ve feasted on fresh air and T . . - 
sunshine to-day, which you havn’t. Besides, society is more profitable, because 
I don’t havo such a lump of perpotual mo- none more refining and provocative of virtue, 
tion as this to manage. than that ot a refined and sensiblo woman. 
“ Bless my soul — how do you live these God enshrined peculiar goodness in the 
hot days ? ‘'Never mind the room ! Every form ot> woman , that her beauty might win, 
thing looks well enough—you included— her gentle voico invite, and tho desire of her 
except that you aro looking a trifle better ^ avor persuade men s souls to leave tho 
than well. How do you manage to keep so P ath of sinful strifo for the ways of pleas- 
young and pretty, bonnv wife ?” antnoss and peace. But when woman falls 
\ Well might tho smiling answer be, “ the from hor blessed eminence, and sinks the 
freshness and fullness of my husband’s love guardian and tho cherisher of puro and 
keeps my heart green.” 
-> Marrying and Remarrying. —In 1849 
rational enjoyments into the vain coquette 
and flattered idolater of fashion, she is un¬ 
worthy of an honorable man’s admiration. 
Mr. James Austin was married to a young Beauty is then but at best, 
lady of this city. Subsequently he went to i>eain.ic-^it > ” efcty playtIling » 
Europe on business, whore he was detained -r, T . L ', u . ‘ , , „ , 
longer than his wife thought necessary.*- . We honor the chivalrous deference which 
From tho insidious misrepresentations of “ P aid our . land f° w0 , man - I* prpyeB 
interested parties, she was induced to charge thatourm ™ bn0 '' h , ow ,"Mpe« virtue 
her husband with infidelity. A suit for Si- “" d Pure affect,on. and that our women are 
vorco was instituted, and she and her infant I*' y °,l • , ' C reSpeC .‘; Y WOmaD BhouUl 
child were allowed *5.000 allimonv, tho in- b ? som ? th ; , , n S th “ mere to 
forest to bo paid as it accrued, and'the prin- « ,0 , f°£* 0,,rc ,°?'P an - 
»,l when sho attained the’ J L _ ">■» thoy shoud be fitted to bo OUr friends J 
child wore allowed *5,000 allimonv, tho in- • ™ “ 
forest to bo paid as it accrued, and'tho prin- “ t0 i \ '""•compan- 
cipal whon sho attained the age of 21- l 01 ’ 8 hoy Sh e 0ud , l,e .? tted '° ^“-friends; 
Yesterday sho cams into Court asking that ? ruI ° 0Ur 1 ? arts , thoy sl "?“i d 
sho bo paid tho *5,000, as sho was n°ow of the W^on ot our minds. Ihore are 
ago, which was granted and hero tho Court “S u t n0 * ll m# S’ “ 
of law dropped Iho case. But tho misjudged n “J Cr ‘’a 0 j aul L °‘ n “? ° S6X , tl ’““ 
husband, who had since returned from Eu- °,'™ ; i and des P 1 , i ? aU the un ”? nl f B . ca “ Jals 
rope, took tho case in hand, and was again that ha ™ b ,t° n thr0 »V u P° n t bam . ®.P™» 
married, and mado a happy husband and VCT , S0 ' ‘hey would rather share m the 
tv.r „ at v /it- 1 1J rational conversation of men of sense, than 
father. JY. Y. Mirror. listen to the silly compliments of fools; and 
• ^ , a man dishonors thorn as well as disgraces 
An honest man is behoved without an himself, when he seeks their circle for idle 
oath, for his reputation swears for him. pastimeS) and not the improvement of his 
Forget not that human virtue is a pol- mind and the elevation of his heart, 
ished steel, which is rusted by a breath. 
The sun produces life, or causes death, 
according as its rays fall. 
The sun produces life, or causes death Good Manners. Good manners is the 
according as its rays fall. ’ art of makin g t hos e people easy with whom 
we converse. Whoever makes tho fewest 
It is happy to havo so much merit, that persons uneasy, is the best bred in the com- 
our birth is the least thing respected in us. pany. 
