MOORE’S RIJRAi NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
NOY. 
CONDUCTED BY AZILK. 
®jpiicf iJwellatty. 
PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE. 
tnTT . Dn . KrB ° : , r , , V 7 Voyager upon life’s sea, 
THE WIFE s throne. ner partv in the dim old woods ! To yourgelf ^ tr ue, 
n ; ~ YVe plaited coronals of leaves, and wove them And whate’er your lot may be, 
_ with Kate Graham’s dark braids and Milly Paddle your own canoe. 
A throne l yes I have a throne, my friend, Vincent’s sunny, shining curls; and the boys Never, though the winds may rave, 
And be ter than ever a king s made dnnking-cups, and carved their nam.s on But upon the darkest wave 
Though It has no canopies overhea , the trunks of trees ; and we watched the squir- Leave a shining track. 
Swinging from golden rings; , ... ,, . , . , , .. ,7 6 
Though crown and sceptre encumber it not, rL 8 ’’ 1 el1 on §> 118 ads and cunning Nobly dare the wi'dest storm, 
Nor the gems of glory or art— little fore*paws—as fearless and free as our- Stem the hardest gale ; 
’Tis the noblest throne in the world’s wide realm, selves—until the shadows had grown long, and Brave the heart and strong the arm, 
And it stands in my husband’s heart. our feet had grown weary. And with the pur- Yoa wil1 never fail - 
Yes, there I am queen, and 1 reign supreme, pie sunset lighting np the tree-tops, and kiss- W’hen the world is cold and dark, 
VittoriaTe’er°had alobler sphlre, Ulg th ®. dlStaUt blUs ’ the da Y P assad into our And toward the beacon mark 
Though ruling the British wave ; memories—embalmed and charmed—to be re- Paddle your own canoe. 
For when troub esome subjects, or sorrow, or c*re, viewed years after with thoughts unutterable, Every wave that bears you on 
Thro Jg thick from their gloomy mart, perchance with tears. To the silent shore, 
I tell them to come (with a frown) if they dare! The Pegtaj Years of Life have all gone by From its sunny source has gone, 
Near the throne in my husband’s heart. and ^ nuttillg .p arty o{ 6even is stra f To return no more. 
O ! tell me thou, wife, that art loyal and true, scattered. Some are treading a foreign shore Th ph !? DOt h ° Ur ’® deI * T 
And bright is thy smile I ween, 0 , „ 1 , . , ° L T * 8UOl e » Cheat yon of your due, 
Wouldst thou want a prouder victory d some bav e passed to The Land of the But, while it is called to-day. 
Than to be so rich a queen ? Hereafter.” Fred. Graham’s name has a prouder Paddle your own canoe. 
Ah ! no— there are miues of priceless worth, carving than the trunk of the old maple tree, If your birth denied you wealth 
And cities of princely art, and Kate is the magnificent fulfillment of her Lofty state and power, 
But f/iey could notbuy -nor the rich wide earth, early girlhood. Years after that golden autumn Honest farae and hard P health 
That throne in thy husband's heart. , ° u a ^ 
r Olive Branch da J 1 saw sweet Milly Vinoent, and the bridal „ Are a better dower - 
| uuve uranen. J But if these will not suffice, 
-- veil floated above her shining curls : affi once Golden gain pursue ; 
For the Rural New-Yorker. again I saw her, before the orange-blossoms And to reach the glittering prize, 
A GLANCE BACKWARD. bad been a twelvemonth withered, as they Paddle your own canoe. 
- strewed flowers over her bier ! Would you wrest the wreath if fame 
by emma morton. Yes, they are all gone from me now, but in From the hand of fate? 
- the clear, cold, October nights my thought goes Would you write a deathless name 
Dear Header, did you ever go nutting?— out to the distant hillside as of old, where I With the good and great ? 
. - , , , Would you bless your fellow-men ? 
And have you any beautiful memories of a know the silent fingers of the Frost are busy, Heart and soul imbue 
goigeous Autumn, many \ ears ago, when the and to that group of childish hearts—since part- With the holy task, and then 
long, slender arms of the chestnut reached ed, but not forever I Paddle your own canoe, 
down their green burs, and the beech and luck- Canandaigua, N. Y, 1856. Would J0U C1 . ugh the tyrant wr0Dgi 
ory trees hung full of fruit, and the lithe wands —-*-*-•>-- In the world’s free fight ? 
of the witch-hazel bent beneath their burdens; LOVING AND FORGIVING. With a spirit brave and strong, 
when the first frost w’as anxiously awaited, and - Battle for the right. 
many childish hearts were impatiently expec- Ma * bas an unfortunate readiness, in the evil *** b 'eak the chains that bind 
tant ? And do you remember one clear, starlit bour after re eemng au affroDfc , to draw together To enfrancldse giavish^mind, 
night, when your gentle mother—perhaps since a tie moon-spots on the other person into an Paddle your own canoe, 
sainted—stole softly up to your room with au ()Ulllae of shadow, and a night-piece, and to Nothing great is lightly won ; 
extra covering for your little bed, and the °im a single deed into a whole life ; and Nothing won is lost; 
wished-for announcement of frost; and how, t,bbs on ly ia onler that he may thoroughly relish Every good deed, nobly done, 
long after her good-night kiss, your eyes would the P lea8ure of bein F an g r 7- Ju love, he has T WiU re P a * the ? 08t ’ , 
keep wide open, and your thoughts go out to fortunately tbe opposite faculty of crowding AiUyou wiiTto do . Umbl ° trnht ’ 
the hillside where you knew the trees huug togelhe.) all the light parts and rays of its ob- But if you succeed, you must 
fullest? And then, iu the early morning,you i ect . one / 0CU8 ’ b .>" raeans of the burning Paddle your own canoe. 
sprangto the window, and there sure enough lay &\ aS8 of Pagination, and letting its sun burn -•*—*•- 
the beautiful white frost, all over the grass, and witbout its s P ots > but be to ° generally does Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
leaves, and fences, and sparkling on your win- tbisou ly when the beloved, and often censured INDIAN SUMMER. 
dow-panes in such queer, fantastic figures, and b<dn £ already beyond the skies. In order, - 
you were dressed in a twinkling, and hurrying however, that we should do this sooner and ‘‘THKnielanchoiy days have come, 
down stairs to ask papa if the burs were really °ft ,eiier > we ought to act like Wincklemann, but 6 ° S **?***• 
open. Oh ! it is such blessed memories as these only in another way. As he, namely, set aside . Thus sang the poet, but if sod, we contend it 
that keep the heart fresh, and young ! a particular half hour of each day for the pur- 1S a sort of P oetlc ’ P hlloSo P hlc sadness far more 
There were just seven of us, and it was all pose of beholding and meditating on his too elevating than any other season inspires-there 
arranged that we were to go after the first frost. ka PPJ existence in Home, so we ought daily or ' s ec 1 so 0 eau ^ c ai m 
Let me see,—there was Fred. Graham, a tall week1 y to dedicate and sanctify a solitary hour the senses, such an embodiment of the grandeur 
handsome boy of fourteen—and his sparkling for the purpose of summing up the virtues of and glory of the entire year. The frost-spmt 
. r & _ r _:i: — ___•. . -i , . Loo ViDontifnllv rmiiteri the arifiseane m (to 
A throne ! yes, I have a throne, my friend, 
And better than ever a king’s, 
Though it has no canopies overhead, 
Swinging from golden rings ; 
Though crown and sceptre encumber it not. 
Nor the gems of glory or art — 
’Tis the noblest throne in the world’s wide realm, 
And it stands in my husband’s heart. 
Yes, there I am queen, and I reign supreme, 
And smile on my vassals brave, 
Victoria ne’er had a nobler sphere, 
Though ruling the British wave ; 
For when troub esome subjects, or sorrow, or cire, 
Thro ig thick from their gloomy mart, 
I tell them to come (with a frown) if they dare! 
Near the throne in my husband’s heart. 
O ! tell me thou, wife, that art loyal and true, 
And bright is thy smile I ween, 
Wouldst thou want a prouder victory 
Than to be so rich a queen ? 
Ah 1 no—there are mines of priceless worth, 
And cities of princely art, 
But they could not buy —nor the rich, wide earth. 
That throne iu thy’husband’s heart. 
f Olive Branch. 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
A GLANCE BACKWARD. 
BY EMMA MORTON. 
Dear Header, did you ever go nutting ?- 
fresh bread-and-butter, and delicious apple- 
pies. Oh ! dear reader, I have since sat at 
tables where the guests were honored, the ser¬ 
vice was costly, and the wines were rare ; but 
there is no memory of these so full of pleasure 
and regret, as is the memory of that rustic din¬ 
ner party in the dim old woods ! 
We plaited coronals of leaves, and wove them 
with Kate Graham’s dark braids and Milly 
Vincent’s sunny, shining curls; and the boys 
made drinking-cups, and carved their nam^son 
the trunks of trees ; and we watched the squir¬ 
rels with their long, bushy tails and cunning 
little fore-paws—as fearless and free as our¬ 
selves—until the shadows had grown long, and 
our feet had grown weary. And with the pur¬ 
ple sunset lighting up the tree-tops, and kiss- 
iug the distant hills, the day passed into our 
memories—embalmed and charmed—to be re¬ 
viewed years after with thoughts unutterable, 
perchance with tears. 
The Festal Years of Life have all gone by, 
and the little nutting-party of seven is strangely 
scattered. Some are treading a foreign shore, 
and some have passed to “The Land of the 
Hereafter.’ Fred. Graham’s name has a prouder 
carving than the trunk of the old maple tree, 
aud Kate is the magnificent fulfillment of her 
early girlhood. Yearsafter that golden autumn 
day I saw sweet Milly Vincent, and the bridal 
veil floated above her shining curls : ajd once 
again I saw her, before the orange-blossoms 
had been a twelvemonth withered, as they 
strewed flowers over her bier ! 
Yes, they are all gone from me now, but in 
the clear, cold, October nights my thought goes 
out to the distant hillside as of old, where I 
And have you any beautiful memories of a know the silent fingers of the Frost are busy, 
gorgeous Autumn, many years ago, when the and to thatgroup of childish hearts—since part- 
long, slender arms of the chestnut reached ed, but not forever! 
down their green burs, and the beech and hick¬ 
ory trees hung full of fruit, and the lithe wands 
of the witch-hazel bent beneath their burdens; 
when the first frost was anxiously awaited, and 
many childish hearts were impatiently expec- 
Canandaigua, N. Y., 1856. 
LOVING AND FORGIVING. 
Man has an unfortunate readiness, in the evil 
tant ? And do you remember one clear, starlit boui ‘^ ter lt? ceiving an affront, to draw together 
night, when your gentle mother—perhaps since tbe moon ‘ s P°* :s ° n the other person into an 
sainted—stole softly up to your room with au ()Ulbrje shadow, aud a night-piece, and to 
extra covering for your little bed, and the tia nsform a single deed into a whole life; and 
wished-for announcement of frost; and how, 'his only iu order that he may thoroughly relish 
long after her good-night kiss, your eyes would ,be P leasure of bein F au SU- love, he has 
keep wide open, and your thoughts go out to fortunately the opposite faculty of crowding 
the hillside where you knew the trees hung ^gethe! all the light parts and rays of its ob- 
fullest? And then, in the early morning, you i ect l u, ° one focus, by means of the burning 
sprangto the window, and there sure enough lay §' ass °f imagination, and letting its sun burn 
the beautiful white frost, all over the grass, and w ilhout its spots; but he too generally does 
leaves, and fences, and sparkling on your win- ^ b ^ s ou ly wlm 11 the beloved, and often censured 
dow-panes in such queer, fantastic figures, and be i D f? i s already beyond the skies. Jn order, 
you were dressed in a twinkling, and hurrying however, that we should do this sooner and 
down stairs to ask papa if the burs were really °ftener, we ought to act like Wincklemann, but 
open. Oh! it is such blessed memories as these only in anotlier way. As he, namely, set aside 
that keep the heart fresh, and young ! a particular half hour of each day for the pur- 
There were just seven of us, and it was all P ose °f beholding and meditating on his too 
arranged that we were to go after the first frost. k>a PPY ex ^ s,ence Rome, so we ought daily or 
sister Kate, au arrant little coquette as ever our tamUie8 > our wives, our cmldren, and our 
sported pantaletts and short frocks,—there was friends and viewing them in this beautiful 
Willie Head, and Dick Murray, merry and cr °wded assemblage of their good qualities.— 
bright-eyed—my cousin Belle Pierce and my- Aa d, indeed, we should do so for this reason, 
our families, our wives, our children, and our bas beautifully painted the landscape in the 
friends—and viewing them in this beautiful mosb gorgeous colors, and these are finely toned 
self, and sweet, indescribable Milly Vincent. 
Long before sunrise there was a patter of lit¬ 
tle feet on the stairs, and childish voices, full of 
eagerness and delight. Our little willow bas¬ 
ket was filled with lunch, much more than 
Belle and I could eat, for we were all to dine 
that we may not forgive and love too late, when 
the beloved beings are already departed hence, 
and are beyond our reach.— Richter. 
A CANDID MIND. 
down by the soft vapory haze that spreads over 
hill, dale and forest. Who is not susceptible to 
these delicious influences V Who does not love 
on an Indian Summer’s day, to roam through 
the grand old woods, or to recline on a mossy 
couch and dream golden dreams ? Let his 
poetic fancy revel in luxurious delight, and 
« Listen to the trees in many a lazy syllable, repeating 
Their old poetic legends to the wind.” 
There is no time when the stern actualities 
xselle ana 1 coma eat > Ior we were all to dine There is nothing sheds so fine a light upon Their old poetic legends to the wind.” 
in the maple tioods, and given to F red. Graham the humaD mind as candor. It was called There is no time when the stern actualities 
to carry, and impatient of delay, with the whiteness by the ancients for its purity ; and of life are so softened, or when we feel so near 
proper equipment of poles and baskets, we it has always won the esteem due to the most the borders of the spirit-world. Only a thin 
were en route for the hillside before the frost admirable of the virtues. However sought for veil seems to divide us, and we fancy we can 
had left the meadows. 1 he echo of those or practised, all felt the power and charm of its almost hear along the hills the reverberation of 
childish voices comes to me over the weary influence. The man whose opinions make the those hymns chanted by angelic choirs above, 
years, untouched by time, full of trills and deepest mark upon bis fellow man, whose in- in praise of the Great Being who formed this 
catches and light laughter. fluence is the most lasting and efficient, whose beautiful world and the countless glories thereof. 
Over the fences, through the fields, and across friendship is instinctively sought where all otli- One would fain forever linger in this exlatic 
the little rustic bridge, until we came at last to ers have proved faithless, is not the "man of mood. 
the hillside ; and there, on the ground, lay the brilliant parts, or flattering tongue, or splendid « Ab ! ’twere a lot too blessed 
brown nuts, while above us, in their little can- genius, or commanding power; but he whose Forever in thy colored shades to stay 
opies of bur, myriad clusters of three and four lucid candor and ingenuous truth transmit the Amid the kisses of the soft South-West, 
were inviting our eager fingers. The boys threw heart's real feelings pure and without refrac- And'leave^the'vain lowYtrife 
aside caps and coats, and were soon up the trees, tion. There are other qualities^which are more That ma kes men mad- the tug for wealth and power, 
daring Fred. Graham standing on the very top- showy r , and other traits that have a higher place The passions and the cares that wither life, 
most branches, and waving his hand to us until in the world’s code of honor; but none wear And waste its little hour.” 
little Milly Vincent fairly screamed with ter- better, or gather less tarnish by use, or claim a While we linger, the sun in all his Autumn 
ror. How the nuts rattled about our feet! And deeper homage in that silent reverence which grandeur and magnificence, is passing down 
such showers of burs, hitting us from right and the mind must pay to virtue.— Selected. the Western sky, casting a glow as of burnished 
left till we were glad to escape their indiscrim- -- gold over the enkindled tree-tops, and the hills 
inate pelting ! The Jewish Wife. —The wife' u was “to grind are smoking like altars of incense. Let our 
All through the long forenoon our swift fin- the meal, to bake, to wash, to cook, to nurse her praise and thanksgiving also ascend to that 
gers flew to a running accompaniment of swifter children, to make her husband's bed, and to Being who formed for us so much beauty, 
tongues, until the baskets were all heaped with work in wool.” These regulations w?re modi- While we gaze, mark the change. Ere the 
the shining fruit, and the mists were purpling fied if she was wealthy. “If she had brought last glories of the day have departed, angry- 
on the hills. Then away to the woods—to a with her one slave, she was not required to faced clouds come sweeping up the Eastern sky. 
charming little dell where we often went in grind the meal, to bake, or to wash; if two A fierce breeze is ruthlessly tearing the beauti- 
spring to gather purple crocuses, and beautiful slaves, she was also freed from cooking and ful foliage from the trees sending it down to 
blue violets; there is even now aglow upon my nursing her children ; if three, she was not re- death and decay. What solemn and instructive 
thought as I remember the gorgeous beauty of quired to make the bed, or work in wool; if lessons do these things teach us. We too, may 
those autumn maples. How grandly they tow- four slaves, (it is added,) she might sit in her be thus suddenly and rudely snatched away by 
ered up towards the sky—those forest patri- easy chair.” However, this indulgence was the “King of Terrors,” stripped of all our adorn- 
archs that had withstood the storms of a cen- limited, and, under all circumstances, the wife meats and laid low in the grave. Let us see to 
tury ! How unweariediy they had wrought is expected at least, to work in wool. If, by a it theD, that we are nourishing within us those 
within themselves the inevitable circle of rash vow, a husband had forsworn himself not divine aid life-giving principles, that 6hall 
growth and decay ! And with vitality yet un- to allow his wife to work, he was bound imme- germinate and spring up in undecayiug strength 
impaired they lifted heavenward a crowning diately to divorce her, as it was thought that and beauty in that brighter, better world where 
glory of crimson, and golden, and green. Nor idleness induced insanity .—History of the Jew- change and decay will never more come, and 
were they without romance. In the palmy ish Nation, by Dr. Edershiem. where glories shall be revealed, such as the 
were they without romance. In the palmy 
days of Hiawatha they had yielded their rich¬ 
est juices to the Indian maiden, stood like sen- 
HArpY Home. —Hamilton says that six things 
where glories shall be revealed, such as the 
heart of man has never conceived. 
Meadville, Ya., Oct., 1856. A. S. 
tinels around the blazing watch-fires, and bent are requisite to make borne happy. Integrity 
their heads to listen, when mus t be the architect, aud Tidiness the uphol- Melodious poets shall be hoarse as street 
“Chibiabos, the sweet singer, sterer. It must be warmed by Affection and ballads when once the penetrating key-note of 
Sang his songs of love and longing.” Industry the ventilator, renewing the atmos- Nature and Spirit is sounded—the earth-beat, 
But our childish vision saw only the seared phere and bringing fresh salubrity day by day, sea-beat, heart-beat—which make the tune to 
trunks and gaily-tinted leaves. We knew not while over all, as a protecting canopy and glory which the sun rolls, and the globule of blood, 
that their rich, glowing color gave token of their nothing will suffice except the blessing of God! and the sap of trees.—Emerson. 
last, impassioned pulsation,— we had never _- 
learned the sad secrets of the Autumn. The soul needs a certain amount of intellec- A Comparison. — The mind is like a trunk 
An old, moss-grown rock served us for a table, tual enjoyment, to give it strength adequate for if well packed, it holds almost everything ; if 
and thereon were placed quantities of cold ham, the daily struggle in which it is involved. ill-packed, next to nothing. 
THE SOURCES OP THE MISSISSIPPI. AN EMPEROR’S BED-CHAMBER. 
Lift a bucket of water from the Mississippi An European journal publishes the following 
river at New Orleans, and ask yourself the details of a visit made by its correspondent to 
question, “From whence it came,” and the an- the bed-room of the Emperor Nicholas at St. 
swer may be, from the sandy deserts of New Petersburg. From the sketch the reader will 
Mexico, from the pine hills of Carolina, from be able to get a very good idea of the “real 
the rolling prairies of Nebraska, or from the cot- life” of the Emperor : 
ton fields of Georgia; from the British posses- The person who acted as my guide did not 
sions north of the 49th degree of latitude, sepa- say whither he was taking me. He conducted 
rated by a thin ridge of ice-covered rocks, from me into an arched room of very moderate di¬ 
streams that flow into the Arctic Ocean, or from mansions, and lighted by a single window 
bowers of orange and magnolia that perfume the loSfdng into a court. This room was both a 
cane fields of Louisiana ; from the frozen lakes study and a bed-room. Before the window 
that gem the bosoms of Minnesota and Wiscon- was placed a desk, on which was a pocket-book 
sin, or irora the sunny fountains that gush up half open, a few sheets of paper and some pens, 
from the flowery plains of Alabama and Ten- a crumpled up handkerchief, a small statuette 
nessee ; from the lake-bound peninsula of Mich- 0 f the Prince of Wales in the dress of a sailor, 
igan ; from the hill-sides of waving grain in and a water color drawing, representing chil- 
Pennsylvania and New York; from the tobacco dren. A straw-bottomed chair was placed at 
fields of "Virginia and Maryland. It may be a tp e desk, which was much the worse for wear, 
part of those mighty volumes that roll their am ( l )ore many marks of being cut with a pen- 
never tiring waves through Illinois, Indiana knife . Near this desk was an old sofa, covered 
and Ohio ; through Kentucky and Arkansas, with green leather, with well worn cushions._ 
Mississippi and Texas. 
It is a part of the ten thousand little rills that 
come hymning their way. from that mountain 
Opposite, on a console ornamented with a mir¬ 
ror, was a dressing case, iu leather, the simpli¬ 
city of which showed that its owner did not 
range vheiein arise the Columbia and the Col- i U( iulge in any refinement of the toilet. On the 
orado of the W est, or of those from whence the chimney-piece was a small time-piece in black 
Delaware and Susquehanna hasten away to marble, on which stood a bust of the Count de 
meet the rising sun. In the spurs of the Alle- Beckendorf. There was no looking-glass on the 
ghany it has saluted the springs of the Roanoke chimney. Half concealed by the time-piece 
and the Saluda, and far beyond the Black Hills was a statuette in bronze of Napoleon I., simi- 
it has locked arms with the mighty Saskasha- lar to that , in the Place Yendome. Some pic- 
i\an as he hurried on his cheerless journey to (ures ornamented the walls, representing mili- 
Hudson s Bay. 1 he springs of the Connewango tary scenes, painted by Horace Vernet a French 
listen to the roar of Niagara, and the fountains arti8t . A bust of Marshal Radetzky stood on 
of the Platte overlook the craters of the extinct t [j e conso le • a portrait of the Grand Duke Mi- 
volcanos of Utah. It has fertilized a country chael, brother of Paul, was hung half concealed 
greater than the empire of Alexander, aud has in tLe corner of the wall; in one corner of the 
carried a richer commerce than all the rivers r00 m stood a common soldier’s musket, and on 
tributary to Imperial Rom e.-Selecled. a sm all table was the helmet of a.general with- 
THE AMERICAN FLAG. ° Ut & ^ ° f l ° B S Service. 
_ Near the sofa, and parallel with the desk. 
It is indeed strange that the people of these was an rt 011 camp bed. On this bed, which my 
United States, understand so little of the proper guide told me to press with my hand to see 
form, proportion of size, number of stripes even, hard it felt, was a mattrass covered with 
of their own na'ional flag, the glorious “Star ^ ea ^ ber » and a pillow stuffed with hay. There 
Spangled Banner.” 
was folded upon the bed an old grey uniform 
The standard of the army is fixed at six feet c ^ oak » aDd at the foot of it, on a well worn car- 
and six inches, by four feet four inches ; the P e ^ " were a P ab ' °f morocco leather slippers. I 
number of stripes is thirteen, viz., seven red contemplated with surprise this austere retreat 
and six white. It will be perceived that the m tbe corner of one of the most magnificent 
flag is justKme-half longer than it is broad, and P a ^ aces °f all Europe. When I had seen all, 
that its proportions are perfect when properly m y guide said :—“ This is the study and bed- 
carried out. The first stripe at the top is red, room Hm Emperor Nicholas. At that desk 
the next white, aud so down, alternately, which be sa ' : ^ or Deai "ly thirty ycais, and in that bed 
makes tbe last red. The blue “field” for the he drew bis last breath - Tjiat old cloak which 
stars, is the width and square of the first seven be a l wa y s Y" 01- ® "when in this room, belonged to 
stripes, viz., four red and three white. These b ^ 8 brotber Alexander. On that carpet he 
stripes extend from the side of the “ field ” to 
the extremity of the flag. The next stripe is 
knelt down and prayed night and morning, 
every day of his reign. These slippers, which 
white, extending the entire length of it, and be wore bbe l as i ) da y b i s life* were given 
directly under the field in strong and pleasing bim b ^ tbe Era P re ss on the day of his marriage, 
relief, then follow the remaining stripes alter- Wilb lhat musket be himself taught his chil- 
nately. dreu tk e manual exercise ; and this helmet he 
The number of stars on the field are now always wore in the streets of St. Petersburg. ” 
thirty-one, and the army and navy imme- *“* "*"*'*" 
diately add another star on tbe admission of a Douglas jekrold. 
new State in our glorious Union. ^ T ’ ,, , 
A Comparison. — The mind is like a trunk 
Douglas Jerrold, one of the famed clique of 
the vicissitudes of fobtune. London Punch satirists, is coming to America 
- to lecture. Jerrold commenced life as a sailor, 
The vicissitudes of human life are very and after six years’ salt water experience be- 
strange. In 1830, President Taylor then a came a compositor in a London newspaper of- 
colonel in the army, wrote a letter to General fice. His first literary achievement was an 
McNiel, who had just been appointed Surveyor essay on German music, which the author, after 
of Boston, from which we make the following the manner of Benjamin Franklin, dropped into 
extract:—“I am fully aware that it is impossi- that lion’s mouth, the e itor’s box, where he 
ble for us to pursue any profession—particularly was a printer, and two days after he had the 
that of arms—for fifteen or twenty years, with- delight of setting up his own article, none of 
out forming a strong attachment to it in various the editors being aware of the author’s name, 
ways, and of course, must abandon them with Jerrold next dropped another anonymous article 
considerable reluctance ; but there are circurn- in the box on Fashionable Charity, which was 
stances which should reconcile us to do so, and written with all his peculiar vigor. This caused 
to justify us, not only in our own eyes, but that so great a stir that the editor, in his notices to 
of the community. Could I get a civil appoint- correspondents, begged the author to call upon 
ment as respectable, with half the emolument him — in other words, he was requested to 
attached to it that there is to the one you have “8taud and unfold yourself.” He did, much 
received, and where I could be located so as to to the astonishment of the editor, who at once 
superintend the education of my children, I recognizing his talents, took him from the case, 
would resign forthwith ; for after serving twen- and put him to the desk. 
two-years and upwards in the army, all of this -- 
time on duty, with the exception of a few Why Common Sense is Rare. —Itisoften said 
months, without being stationed two years at that no kind of sense is so rare as common 
any one post during that time, I begin to think sense ; and this is true, simply because common 
that^i need repose, but as 1 do not possess in- sense is attained by all far more, and as a natu- 
fluence enough to procure a civil appointment ral gift far less, than most other trail s of char- 
of any grade, I consider my doom fixed.” acter. Common sense is the application of 
- thought to common things, and it is rare be- 
Success in Life. We are inclined to pursue cause most persons will not exercise thought 
too keenly, and to value too highly, what is about common things. If some important af- 
cailed success in life* which means a good es- fair occurs, people try then to think, but to very 
tate, a distinguished social position, power, in- little purpose ; because, not having exercised 
fluence, and consideration. All the elements their powers on small things, their powers lack 
that mold the glowing mind tend to strengthen the development necessary for great ones.— 
this passion. Open the common biographies Hence, thoughtless people, when forced to act 
which are wiitten for our children, and what in an affair of importance, blunder through it 
do you find set down in them.' 1 Ihis man, with no more chance of doing as they should, 
when he vas a boy, was docile, diligent, and than one would have of hitting a small or dis- 
frugal; he studied hard; he was never idle, tant mark at a shooting-match, if previous prac- 
a nd never naughty , he made friends; he ac- tice had not given the power of hitting objects 
quired knowledge ; he laid up all tbe money that are large and near.— Elements of Character. 
that he earned. And what was the result? _ 0 . »_ 
He became prosperous, and powerful, and rich ; very true. 
he held high offices and enjoyed great honors, i* every one’s internal care, 
and was esteemed and exalted. It you do Were written on his brow, 
likewise, you will be what he was, aud gain How many would our pity share 
what he gained. This is but another form of Who raise our envy now ! 
appealing to the love of excelling, rather than 
the love of excellence, that inferior motive, Would fully prove, that while concealed, 
which, though it may quicken the faculties, Their lot appears the best. 
dims the beauty of the soul.— Geo. S. Hilliard. --*—•>- 
--«>— p. - Men’s happiness sprii js mainly from mode- 
It is to the virtues and errors of our conver- rate troubles, which afford the mind a healthful 
sation aud ordinary deportment we owe both stimulus, aud are followed by a re-action which 
our enemies aud our friends, our good or bad produces a cheerful flow of spirits. 
character abroad, our domestic peace or troubles, -- 
and in a high degree the improvement and Practice flows from principle; for as a man 
deprivation of our minds. thinks, so lie will act. 
very true. 
If every one’s internal care, 
Were wiitteu on his brow, 
How many would our pity share 
Who raise our envy now ! 
The fatal secret when revealed, 
Of every aching breast, 
Would fully prove, that while concealed, 
Their lot appears the best. 
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