MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
AUTUMN. 
BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 
O with what glory comes and goes the year ! 
The buds of Spring—those beautiful harbingers 
Of sunny skies and cloudless times—enjoy 
Life’s newness and earth’s garnature spread out; 
And when the silver habit of the clouds 
Comes down upon the Autumn sun, and with 
A sober gladness, the old year takes up 
His bright inheritance of golden fruits, 
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. 
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now 
Its mellyw richness on the clustered trees, 
And from a beaker full of the richest dyes, 
Pouring new glory on the Autumn woods, 
And dipping in warm light the pillar’d clouds, 
Morn, on the mountain, like a Summer bird, 
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales 
The gentle wind—ai sweet and passionate wooer— 
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life 
Within the solemn woods of ash deep crimsoned, 
And silver beach, and maple yellow leaved— 
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down 
By the way side aweary. Thro’ the trees 
The golden robin moves; the purple finch, 
That oil wild cherry and red cedar feeds— 
A whiter bird—comes with its plaintive whistle, 
And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud 
From cottage roofs, the warbling blue-bird sings ; 
And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke, 
Sounds from the threshing floor the busy flail. 
O, what a glory doth this world put on 
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth 
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks 
On duties well performed and days well spent! 
For him the wind, aye, and the yellow leaves, 
Shall have a voice and give him eloquent teachings. 
He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death 
Has lifted up for all, that he shall go 
To his long resting place without fear. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GLIMPSES FROM THE BAY STATE. 
BY MRS. M. W. II. 
Passing by many institutions of note, in 
and around Boston, that are moro frequent¬ 
ly described and commented upon, I will 
invito the roader to spend an hour with mo 
in tho 
PUBLIC LIBRARY AT CAMBRIDGE. 
Gore Hull, which contains the main part 
of the CoIIoko Library, is 120 feet long and 
50 wide, fmishod in a beautiful and elabo¬ 
rate style of architecture. Tho hall thro’ 
tho centro is about twenty feet in width, 
with compartments on each side, and a 
gallery running around tho whole building, 
which contains a numbor of busts of ex¬ 
quisite workmanship, likenesses of some of 
tho most eminent men who have at various 
times been connected with tho Collego. 
One of those compartments contains 5,000 
vols. relating to tho history of America, 
including Indians, South America, West 
Indies, British and Russian Provinces.— 
Gore Hall contains about 02,000 vols. This 
constitutes the Public Library, which is un¬ 
der tho care of Dr. Tiiaddeus M. Harris, 
to whoso civility I am indebted for a sight 
of somo rare and interesting curiosities. 
Belonging to tho Collego is a Modical Li¬ 
brary of 10,000 vols., which is kept at tho 
Medical College in Boston, for tho better 
convenience of tlioso who aro attending tho 
Medical Lectures. A Theological Library 
of 3,500 vols. at Divinity Hall, and a Law 
Library in Dane Hall of 14,000 vols. To 
thoso has boon recently added by purchase, 
tho Library of Prof. Agassiz, making over 
100,000 volumes to which tho students can 
have access. 
I believe this Library contains some of 
tho most ancient literary productions in tho 
United States. Wo w r ero shown an illumi¬ 
nated Latin Vulgate in manuscript, that 
dates back a thousand yeai’s. While exam¬ 
ining this wonder of patient application, I 
was lost in astonishment at tho amount of 
labor necessary to produco a single copy of 
tho Scriptures in those times. This w r as 
tho work of ono of tho old Monks, of whom 
this single copy is probably all that remains 
to toll that he ever lived. Many of tho 
illustrations would vie with modern engrav¬ 
ings in tho regularity and beauty of their 
execution, while tho coloring is fresh and 
bright as if applied but yesterday. Tho 
writing is almost as uniform as if dono by a 
printing press. But wbat is oven more re- 
markablo, I noticed that some of the im¬ 
plements in the illustrations aro identical 
with thoso used at tho present day. I there 
saw a Greek copy of the. Lord’s Prayer, 
about 800, and an illuminated Missal or 
Prayer Book, about 500 years old. There 
is a manuscript vol. by Thomas Aquinas, 
who lived in the twelfth century. “ Ho was 
descended from tho kings of Anagor and 
Sicily, and was called tho angelical doctor. 
He lived in Italy, and bccamo Divinity 
Professor to several Universities.” This 
hook is literally “ bound in hoards,” tho 
parchment being placed botwoon oak boards 
of a quarter of an inch in thicknoss, and 
tied through the backs with stout strings. 
Well may “ old Harvard ” be hold in ven¬ 
eration by every American. Since its com¬ 
mencement in 1640, it has sent out from its 
walls about <54,000 graduates. When we 
consider the influence exerted by that num¬ 
ber of educated men, on tho past, present 
and futuro of our country, wo aro lost in 
the magnitude of tho thought. Within tho 
last twenty years this University has fur¬ 
nished to tho world about four hundred 
Doctors, about tho samo number of Law¬ 
yers, and about three hundred Divines; 
somo to make their mark on tho age for 
good, others to squander their intellect and 
talents in pursuits unworthy of enlightened 
humanity — let us hope a majority of them 
belong to the former class. It is to ho 
hoped that before the next twenty years 
shall have expired, a Collegiate education 
will bo of as much consequence to tho far¬ 
mer’s profession as to any other; when law, 
medicine, and divinity shall cease to be the 
learned professions. With the yearly in¬ 
creasing facilities that all our literary insti¬ 
tutions, including tho common schools, pos¬ 
sess, we may bo justified in expecting great 
results. 
Leaving tho “ Academic Groves of Old 
Cambridge,” a few momonts ride brings us 
to the loss figurative groves of tho ama¬ 
teur Agriculturist and Horticulturist, John 
B. Cushing, Esq. Wore I to undertake a 
particular description of this princely es¬ 
tablishment, I should utterly fail of doing 
justice to it. I will, therefore, only mention 
a few things of most general interest. The 
house and garden aro approached by a 
labyrinthine carriage way, planted on each 
sido with evergreens, and covered a part of 
tho distance with asphaltum, which renders 
it perfectly smooth; no woods can ponotrato 
this coating or water remain on it, being a 
littlo rounded in the centre, the water 
readily runs off. Tho grounds allotted to 
fruits and flowers, aro completely sheltered 
from tho chilling blasts of our climate, by a 
growth of evergreens, impervious to every¬ 
thing but birds and very small animals. I 
havo nover seen grounds cultivated with 
such peculiar neatness and taste; not a weed 
was visible on tho premises. I havo no 
means of ascertaining tho precise extent of 
tho greon-houses, but it seemed to mo tho 
glass might ho measured by tho acre. On 
one sido of tho enclosure, in tho centro, is a 
half-circular “rose-house,” rising in a dome¬ 
like form, covered with - glass, and filled 
with roses. I noticed two rose l'' e es either 
ono of which was six or eight inches thro’ 
where it came out of the ground; the 
branches of these are trained so as to com¬ 
pletely cover the inner sido of tho domo, 
and at tho timo I saw them (the last of 
June) woro literally “Eoso-trees in full 
bearing,” loading the air with their delicious 
perfume. On one side of the “ rose-house ” 
is a succession of grape-houses, exhibiting 
that delicious fruit in every stago of growth, 
from the blossom to tho luscious ripe clus¬ 
ters, tho least of which would grace a Hor¬ 
ticultural Exhibition. Ono entire green¬ 
house is devoted to nectarines, which at 
that early season, were two-thirds grown; 
another to pears,&c., &c. I noticed a plan¬ 
tation of dwarf poars in tho open air; the 
trees looked finely, and were bearing plen¬ 
tifully of fruit in an advanced stage of 
growth. I believe nearly every climate in 
tho world has there a representative. The 
proprietor of all those objects so rifo with 
pleasuro and delight to tho beholder, has 
loft his grounds free to the inspection of all 
visitors, till somo unprincipled vandals havo 
obliged him in self-defense, to institute somo 
restrictions; thus, those who can enjoy and 
appreciate the beauties of such a placo, aro 
unavoidably embarrassed by tho crimes of 
others — a consequence quite too common 
in all tho departments of life. 
Being still a “ former’s wife,” I could not 
leave tho premises without visiting the 
stable, which is in keeping with tho mag¬ 
nificent mansion, and highly cultivated 
grounds. Of all tho fine animals belonging 
to the place, but few were at that timo in 
the stable. I noticed two Hungarian cows, 
which, to my taste, possess as little beauty 
as any animal of their species. Unless they 
can lay claim to somo excellence not indi¬ 
cated by their exterior, I presumo they will 
never bo bred to any extent. In tho ad¬ 
joining stalls were three Jersey cows, that 
exhibited quite a contrast to tho Hungarian. 
They oxhibited in their general forms, but 
particularly in their boautiful heads, nocks, 
gazello-liko eyos and soft, yellow skins, un¬ 
mistakable signs of good milkers. This 
character was fully confirmed by the herds¬ 
man, who produced a pail of milk, drawn 
from ono of tho cows a short timo before; 
tho cream, which had already began to form, 
was richly suggestive of golden butter.— 
Ono of tho cows, tho mother of a boautiful 
calf fivo weeks old, had not ceased to yield 
a good supply of milk since tho birth of a 
former calf—this, tho hordsman said, was a 
characteristic trait. Thore were a male 
and female Zebra, I presume kept as curi¬ 
osities morolv, as their unamiable disposi¬ 
tions seem to forbid their ever becoming 
pets. 
It is always gratifying to soo men of 
wealth devoting their means to tho advance¬ 
ment of an improved taste, and creating 
objects for tho innocent enjoymont and 
gratification of those less fortunate in 
worldly position; and tho individual who 
would abuse the privilege accorded to him 
of onjoying all these beauties, without be¬ 
ing subjected to any of its attendant labors, 
is unworthy the name of a man. 
CHINESE DINNER AND EILL 0E FARE. 
We wore yesterday invited, with three 
other gentlemen, to partake of a dinner a 
la Chinese. At three o’clock wo were wait¬ 
ed upon by our hosts, Iveychong and his 
partner, in Sacramento street, Peter Ander¬ 
son, now a naturalized citizen of the United 
States, and Acou, and escorted to tho crack 
Chinese restaurant, on Dupont street, called 
Hong-fo-la, where a circular table Avas set 
out in fine stylo. 
Course No. 1—Tea, Hung Yos, burnt 
almonds—Tong Ivons—dry ginger—Sung 
Was,—preserved orange. 
Course No. 2—Won-Fo—a dish oblivious 
to us, and not mentionod in tho cook book. 
No. 3—Tong-Song—ditto likewise. 
No. 4—Tap-Fan—another quien sale. 
No. 5—Ko-Yo—a conglomerate of fish, 
flesh and fowl. 
No. G—Suei-Chon—species of fish ball. 
Here a kind of liquor was introduced, 
served up in small cups, holding about a 
thimblo full, Avhich politeness required avo 
should empty botAveen every course, first 
touching cups and salaaming. 
No. 7—Becbo-le-mer,—a dried fish, re¬ 
sembling India rubber, worth ono dollar 
per pound. 
No. 8—Moisum—havo some ? 
No. 9—Su-Yum—small balls, as bills of 
lading remarks, “ contents unknown.” 
No. 10—Hoisuigo—akind of ried oysters. 
No. 11—Songhai—China lobster. 
No. 12 — Chung-so—small ducks in oil. 
No. 13—Tong-Chou—mushrooms, Avortb 
$3 per pound. 
No. 14—Sum-Yoi—birds’ nests, Avorth 
$60 per pound. 
And somo ten or twelve more coui’ses, 
consisting of stewed acorns, chestnuts, sau¬ 
sages, dried ducks, stuffed oysters, shrimps, 
pemvinkles, and ending with tea—each 
course being served up with small China 
bowls and plates, in tho handiest and neat¬ 
est manner ; and avo havo dinod in many a 
crack restaurant, where it would bo a de¬ 
cided improvement to copy from our Chi- 
neso friends. Tho most difficult feat for us 
Avas tho handling of tho chop sticks, which 
mode of carrying to tho mouth is a practi¬ 
cal illustration of tho old proverb, “ Many a 
slip ’tAvixt tho cup and the lip.” 
We came away, after three hours’ sitting, 
fully convinced that a China dinner is a 
very costly and elaborate affair, Avorthy tho 
attention of epicures. From this timo 
henceforth avo are in the field for China 
against any insinuations on the question of 
diot a■ la rat, Avhich avg pronounco a talo of 
untruth. , 
We beg leaA’o to return our thanks to our 
host, Iveychong, for his elegant entertain¬ 
ment, Avhich one conversant Avith a Chinese 
hill of faro informs us, must havo cost over 
$100. Yive la China!— San Francisco Whig. 
WELL TURNED. 
jfk % fafe 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE VENETIAN’S SERENADE. 
BY HORACE PHELPS, M. D. 
“ And tuned the softest serenade 
That e’er on Adria’s waters played, 
At midnight to Italian maid.” 
[Byrons “ Siege vf Corinth.” 
Lo! night hath settled far and wide 
O’er gay Venetia’s streets of pride, 
But there is one delightful star, 
Which throws its radiance from afar, 
And seems the best and brightest gem 
That sparkles on night's diadem; 
The star of love—the star of love, 
Whose native ray is from above: 
Look out Italian maid and see 
Its mild and mellow brilliancy— 
Milder than morning's early beam, 
That sports on Adria’s azure stream, 
Ere the bright snn with orient ray, 
Has ushered in the welcome day. 
Milder than evening’s farewell glow, 
AVhen vernal zephyrs softly blow, 
And the tired sun has gained a rest 
In the sweet bovvers of the west. 
Milder than the rainbows dress, 
Of gay and youthful loveliness. 
When forth she walks with step of pride, 
O’er the fair heaven, a blooming bride; 
But not so mild its varied dye, 
As tlie bright glance of that dark eye, 
When wakes thy lover’s serenade, 
My own, my loved Italian maid. 
O 1 wake thee now, in midnight hour, 
The zephyrs kiss the moonlit flower, 
And fondly brush with frolic wings, 
Thy minstrel lover's sounding strings, 
And bear upon the ear afar, 
The music of his blithe guitar, 
Its lay will hush the broken sigh 
And chase the tear from sorrow’s eye; 
Not Petrarch’s lyre could wildly wake 
A softer strain on Vaucluse lake— 
When, like the am'rous nightingale, 
He gave to love his gayest tale, 
And each proud rock reflected long 
The echo of his magic song. 
Oh! wake then, now 1 the fountain spray 
Is wreathing in the moonlight ray, 
So light, so clear, its chastened dew, 
The #ye may mark the moon shine through, 
Time turns to spray': awake 1 awake 1 
Ere morning’s dawning splendors break, 
And list thy lover’s serenade, 
My own, my loved Italian maid. 
Middletown, Ky., Oct., 1853. 
THE RAG. 
A young lady, over the signature of 
“ Kate,” sends the following spirited article 
to the Now Orleans True Delia. She gives 
fashionable young men a well merited re- 
buko. She entitles her article—“How to 
educate Young America.” 
I read in a paper, she says, the other day, 
that somo now ornamental branches in 
young ladies’ education Avere coming out 
soon— Cook- ology, Spin- ology and Weave- 
ology.” All honor to tho pi-ojector of so 
happy an improvement; but, allow me to 
ask, when our young Misses become such 
pattei’n housewives, in Avhat “circles” they 
Avill look for suitablo companions ? Not in 
upper-tendom could they bo found. Just 
fancy one of tho be-Avhiskcred, he-scontod, 
moustachioed exquisites, in companionship 
with one of Solomon’s maidens, who layeth 
her hands to tho spindle, or plyeth tho fly¬ 
ing shuttlo, or compoundeth rare cookery. 
What affinity Avould thore bo between them? 
The same that exists botween a butterfly 
and a honey bee—ono all glare and glitter, 
and frisking movements, tho other all pa¬ 
tient industry and sobrioty. 
I cannot think of a moro useless article, 
or ono moro out of place, in a room Avhero 
Avork is progressing, than a tashionablo 
young man. Ho knows so little about mat¬ 
ters and things, I feel in pain until he is 
safely lodged in the parlor among other 
things “ moro for ornament than use,” an¬ 
nuals and bijouterie. 
It Avill nover do to commence the work 
of roform entirely on ono sido. I propose 
three branches moro to bo added to the list 
of studies for finishing young gentlemen 
fashionably :— Sau>-o\ogy, Chop- ology, and 
Split- ology, and that, in addition to tho re¬ 
quisite number of “ sheets, towels, spoons, 
and napkin rings,” each promising pupil be 
furnished Avith a new woed-saw and axe, 
well sharpened, and daily exercise with 
thorn be practiced. It will supersede tho 
necessity for gymnasiums. 
In our onward march to perfection, and 
in taking up tho accomplishments of our 
grandmothers, wo earnestly beg that some 
provision be mado against being cut off from 
“ tho host society,” and such would bo tho 
result, unless the lords ot creation aro wil¬ 
ling to keep pace Avith us. Their lily hands 
Avould scarcely, Avith presont vieAvs, bo wil¬ 
lingly united Avith thoso which boar marks 
of labor ; and what a dreadful state of af¬ 
fairs Avould occur in upper snohdom, if one 
of tho first families were to marry beneath 
thoir dignity. 
Hasten, then, tho glorious era, when Avalk- 
ing sticks shall be com-erted into hoe-han¬ 
dies, crotchet hooks into knitting needles, 
and quizzing-glasses and flirtation be known 
no more. 
“Wiiat did you throw that in the fire for, 
Kate ?” inquired undo Ned of his little 
niece, avIio was SAveeping the kitchen and 
putting things to rights about tho house. 
“ It Avas nothing but a rag,” sho answered, 
turning her rosy face with its big, round 
blue eyes upon the old man, “ a dirty, 
worthless rag, Avhich Sue washed the win- 
doAvs with yesterday. It is so worn out as 
to bo of no further possiblo use.” 
“ It is a Avorn out rag, I admit, and dirty 
too, but not Avorthless,” responded uncle 
Ned. “ Rags are as absolutely necessary to 
civilization, as they are themselves the re¬ 
sults of it. Without civilization there Avould 
be no rags; and Avithout rags thore would 
bo no civilization.” 
“I would like to havo you prove that, 
uncle Ned,” observed the littlo gjrl, opening 
her eyes vory wide, and looking up into his 
foco Avith wondering curiosity. 
“ Do savagos manufacture cloth ?” he in¬ 
quired. 
“ No.” 
“ Civilized men do,” ho continued, “ and 
Avithout cloth there would be no rags; so 
tho first part of the proposition is proved. 
Noav for the second. Books and papers, 
manufactured out of rags, aro the principal 
medium through Avhich ono man’s thoughts 
aro transmitted to another. The pen and 
tho typo are, by the aid of paper, mado 
swifter and more potent servants than tho 
wing-footed messenger of the gods. An in¬ 
dividual, an editor for instance, Avrites out 
his thoughts on paper, which the compositor 
(as they call the type setter) puts in type; 
and then tho stoam press forthwith trans¬ 
fers the words to sheet after sheot, as fast as 
you can count, and to an indefinite extent. 
In this way ono man, instead of speaking to 
a foAv hundred persons who may bo able to 
stand Avithin hearing of his voice, is able 
to address a hundred thousand, scattered 
all over the world; and his words will be 
preserved long years after his OAvn lips are 
silent in the dust of the grave. Sages, 
Philosophers and Poets; men of Science 
and Teachers of Religion : the good and the 
great of past ages, are as familiar to us at 
this day, and their thoughts, inventions and 
discoveries, are as AA*ell known now, as if the 
men themsolves were at this moment walk¬ 
ing in our streets. Men’s works, if they aro 
worthy, remain for the benefit of futuro 
generations: and rags, dirty and worthless 
as the one you havo just destroyed, aro the 
materials out of which they build thoir most 
onduring monuments; monumonts to ele¬ 
vate and enlighten, and not like tho pyra¬ 
mids of Egypt, simply to excite the specu¬ 
lation and wonder of mankind. 
“Paper is made of rags, and without 
paper in some form, no books or newspapers 
could be printed, letters written, or tele¬ 
graph messages transmitted. The world 
would then speedily relapse into barbarism, 
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and even rags, the exponent of civilization, 
would disappear from tho face of tho earth. 
You said that rag was a dirty one, which is 
true; but the paper-maker is not very par¬ 
ticular about that. Tho dirtiest and worst 
looking heap of rubbish anywhere to be 
seen is that in a paper-maker’s rag room; 
hut pure Avater, and tho. chemicals in his 
cleansing department, speedily chango the 
color of the dingy mass to tho whiteness of 
driven snow. I would not, however, rec¬ 
ommend you to throw such a dirty rag as 
that Avas into the bag, for it would not bo 
an evidenoo of neat housewifery. Give it a 
pounding in some of your waste suds after 
washing, which Avould cleanso it of all offon- 
siyoness, but nover in any instance burn or 
destroy it. The increasing demand for 
paper ronders it highly important that 
overy rag should be preserved; for ship 
load after ship load of tho cast off garments 
of Europoan paupers is imported into Bos¬ 
ton and New York in order to supply tho 
paper-makers of this country. Even tho 
infected clothing of tho dead, A\ho perished 
by tho yellow fever this summer at tho ' 
South, was sent to Northern sea-ports on 
similar consignments. Tho more a rag is 
worn the hotter, for the mill must cut it up 
completely before it is fit for paper. 
“ There are now manufactured in France 
seventy thousand tons of paper annually, 
and sixty-six thousand tons in Great Britain. 
In our own country there is probably an¬ 
nually manufactured the enormous amount 
of one hundred and fifty thousand tons.— 
Not all of it is mado of rags, but thoy enter 
very largoly into its composition. The 
ragged linen shirt bosom, which somo 
frilled dandy, without a cent in his pockot 
and in debt to tho tartor for his coat, has 
Avorn until he can keep it on no longer, may 
come out ®f a Bank next year in the shapo 
ot a clean, new fifty dollar bill, good at sight 
at the counter of the Bank for fivo golden 
eagles. Tho next number of the Rural 
New-Yorker, which you say will be in to¬ 
morrow’s mail, will bo printed on clean 
white paper, manufactured out of just such 
a rag as that you threw into the fire. 
“ In a singlo ward of the city of New York 
are now living some tAvo or three thousand 
persons called Chiffoniers, Avho get their 
liA’ing and lay up money too, by picking up 
rags, bits of paper, pieces of bone and other 
odds and ends. They are a ragged, dirty 
and wretched looking sot of people, to all 
appearance fit only to be stuffed into their 
oavu sacks. They go around tho streets 
with bags on their backs, and a hook in ono 
hand, with which they rako over the heaps 
of refuse in the streets. They hover in tbo 
vicinity of places Avhero scavengers dump 
their carts, like a flock of carrion crows. 
Now and then they find articles of value, as 
a lost Avatch, or a diamond ring; but rags, 
paper, broken glass, pieces of rope, and 
bones aro the chief items. Many a swell in 
Broadway, whom you might possibly mis¬ 
take for a millionaire, has less money in his 
pockets than some of these rag pickers.” 
“Ah, uncle Ned!” exclaimed the littlo 
girl, “ Avhat a story you are making out of a 
rag!” 
“It is true though,” rospondod the old man, 
“ notwithstanding, for I have seen it all and 
more; and what I say to you I would say 
to all of my coufitryAvomen and girls,— bo 
sure and preserve all the rags. They aro 
good any day in exchange for tho indispen¬ 
sable articles of needles, pins and tape, or 
even for cash; and besides, they are Avork- 
ing missionaries in the cause of civilization 
and Christianitv.” 
A STREET SWEEPER. 
Not long since a gentleman Avas crossing 
one of our streets, Avhero a little girl Avas 
SAveeping off the mud. Her little hand Avas 
opened as ho passed, and he placed, as he 
supposed, in haste, a penny therein. Sho 
immediately folloAA’ed him, calling.—“ Gen¬ 
tleman, gentleman, see what you havo given 
me.” The gentleman stopped and she 
handed him an oaglo, saying she did not 
think ho meant to give her more than a 
penny. He asked her Avhy she did notkoep 
it. She replied, “ That Avould not have boen 
right.” Ho looked at her with astonish¬ 
ment, and inquired of whom sho learned 
that. “ In the Sunday school,” Avas her re¬ 
ply. He then inquired her name, age and 
residence. Her mother, sho said Avas very 
poor, and lived in an obscure street. While 
ho was talking Avith her, some fifteen or 
twenty persons wore gathered around them 
and a contribution was proposed, which re¬ 
sulted in the sum of about fifteen dollars. 
The gentleman called to see tho little girl 
and her mother, and finding the statement 
he received vorified, placed the mother in 
a tonoinont of his own, free of rent, and has 
taken the little girl to educate. 
Addison has loft on record the following 
important sentence:—Two persons who 
have chosen each other out of all the spe¬ 
cies, with the design to be each other’s mu¬ 
tual comfort and entertainment, have in 
that very action bound themselves to be 
good humored, affable, joyful, forgiving and 
patient, with respect to each other’s frailties 
and imperfections, to the end of their lives. 
