less wife, who may then be too ill even to stand beside tleness rather increased. him, then what will your blessings be?" The Empress repeated her question, for the words which preceded it had absorbed Bianca's thoughts. She pictured to herself the young and vigorous Ernest, wasting away, dying in her presence; she forgot herself, all but his sufferings. Slowly she raised her head, as the Empress again addressed her. "What will my feelings be? Ah, I hardly dare to imagine what they will be. Sorrow, certainly sorrow, but only for him, that must be the pervading feeling at such a moment. Happiness," and her face brightened as she spoke, "real joy on my own account, to know that I am with him then, to hope, to believe that I shall soon be with him forever." Bianca continued to speak, and it was evident that her mind had anticipated and dwelt on the misèries which awaited the wife of Alberti. Maria Theresa listened to her with profound attention; she asked once again, "Do you determine to follow Ernest Alberti to the mines of Idria as his wife, and to resign your rank and possessions ?" Bianca sunk on her knee, she raised her clasped hands and exclaimed, "I am but too favored by God and my sovereign if I may follow him. I resign my rank and property with joy, with gratitude." Another trial was approaching. Bianca, the young and tender Bianca, was about to become a mother; and one evening, on returning from his work, Ernest found his wife making clothes for his unborn infant. He sat down beside her and sighed; but Bianca was singing merrily, and she only left off singing to embrace her husband with smiles, he thought the sweetest smiles he had ever seen. The wife of one of the miners, whom Bianca had visited when lying ill of a dangerous disease, kindly offered to attend her during her confinement; and from the arms of this woman Ernest received his first born son; the child who, born under different circumstances, would have been welcomed with all the care and splendor of noble rank. But he forgot this in his joy that Bianca was safe, and stole on tiptoe to the room where she was lying. She had been listening for his footstep, and as he approached, he saw in the gloom of the chamber her white arms stretched towards him. "I have been thanking God in my thoughts," said Bianca, after her husband had bent down to kiss her; "but I am so very weak! Dear Ernest, kneel down beside the bed, and offer up my blessings with your own." Surprising strength seemed to have been given to this Again, once again, the Empress fixed on Bianca an delicate mother by Him "who tempers the wind to the earnest and searching look, and appeared to think deep-shorn lamb;" and she recovered rapidly from her con finement. Shortly after this an express arrived from Vienna, inquiring if Alberti or his wife were still alive. A few hours after, another person arrived in the same haste, and on the same errand; they were, the one, a near relation of Bianca, the other, Alberti's fellow soldier and most intimate friend. Pardon had at length been granted to the young exile, at the petition of the general of ficer whom he had wounded, and Alberti was recalled by the Empress herself to the court of Vienna. Bianca had been comparatively calm before, but now she covered her face with her hands, and sobbed almost hysterically. Maria Theresa would have raised her, but Bianca sprang up from the ground, her face beaming with delight, though the tears hung upon her cheeks. Oh, forgive me," she said eagerly; your highness The bearers of these happy tidings immediately deswill forgive me. Do not mistake my tears for sorrow; I cended into the mines. As they approached Alberti's am so happy that I must weep." hut, the light which glimmered through some apertures Bianca went with her husband to the mines. The in the shattered door, induced them to look at its inhabdismal hut of a workman in the mines of Idria, was but itants before they entered. Though dressed in a dark, a poor exchange for the magnificent palace of the Count coarse garment, and wasted away to an almost incrediAlberti on the banks of the Danube, which was now ble slightness, still enough of her former loveliness reconfiscated to the crown; though a small estate was giv-mained to tell them that the pallid female they beheld en to the venerable and respected Countess during her life. But Bianca smiled with a smile of satisfied happiness, as, leaning on her husband's arm, she stopped before the hut which was to be their future home. The miner's hut became daily a more happy abode; the eyes of its inhabitants were soon accustomed to the dim light, and all that had seemed so wrapt in darkness when they ûrst entered the mines gradually dawned into distinctness and light. Bianca began to look with real pleasure on the walls and rude furniture of her too narrow room. She had no time to spend in useless sorrow, for she was continually employed in the necessary duties of her situation; she performed with cheerful alacrity the most menial offices; she repaired her husband's clothes, and she was delighted if she could sometimes take down from an old shelf one of the few books she had brought with her. The days passed on rapidly; and as the young pair knelt down at the close of every evening, their praises and thanksgivings were as fervent as their prayers. Ernest had not been surprised at the high and virtuous enthusiasm which had enabled Bianca to support, at first, all the severe trials they underwent without shrinking; but he was surprised to find that in the calm, the hopeless calm of undiminished hardship, her spirit never sank; her sweetness of temper and unrepining gen was the young Countess; and the heart admired her more as she sat leaning over her husband, and holding up to his kisses her small infant, her dark hair carelessly parted and bound around her pale brow, and seeming to live but in her husband's love, than when elegance had vied with splendor in her attire, when her hair had sparkled with diamonds, and, in full health and beauty, she had been the one gazed at and admired, in the midst of the noblest and fairest company of Vienna. The door was still unopened, for Bianca was singing to her husband; she had chosen a song which her hearers had listened to in her own splendid saloon, on the last night she had sung there; the soft complaining notes of her voice had seemed out of place there, where all was careless mirth and festivity; but its tone was well suited to that dark solitude-it was like the song of hope in the cave of despair. There were many hearts that sorrowed over the departure of the young Alberti and his wife from the mine of Idria. The miners with whom they had lived so long, had learned to love them at a time when too many a heart had almost forgotten to love and to hope.They had learned from their kind words, but more, oh! much more from their beautiful example, to shake off the dreadful bands of despair, and daily to seek, and to find a peace which passed all understanding. Ernest and Bianca had taught them to feel how happy, how cheerfül a thing religion is. Was it surprising then, that, at their departure, their poor companions should crowd around them, and weep with mournful gratitude, as Ernest distributed among them his working tools and the simple furniture of his small hut? Was it surprising that Bianca and her husband, as they sat on the green grass, with waving trees and a cloudless sky over thein, while the summer breeze bore with it full tides of freshness and fragrance from their magnificent gardens, and they beheld the pure rose-color of health tinge the check of their delicate child, was it surprising that they should turn with feelings of affectionate sorrow to the dark and dreary mines of Idria? I must not forget to mention that Ernest and his wife were publicly reinstated in all their titles and possessions. A short time after their return to Vienna, they made their first appearance at court for that purpose.— At the imperial command, all the princes and nobles of Austria, gorgeously dressed, and blazing with gold and jewels, were assembled. Through the midst of these, guiding the steps of his feeble and venerable mother, Alberti advanced to the throne. A deep blush seemed to be fixed upon his manly featnres, and the hand that supported his infirm parent trembled more than the wasted fingers he tenderly clasped. The Empress herself hung the order of the golden fleece around his neck, and gave into his hands the sword which he had before forfeited; but as she did so, her tears fell upon the golden scabbard; the young soldier kissed them off with quivcring lips. But soon every eye was turned to the wife of Alberti, who, with her young child sleeping in her arais, and supported by the noble-minded general who had obtained her husband's pardon, next approached. Bianca had not forgotten that she was still only the wife of an Idrian miner, and no costly ornament adorned her simple dress. Not a tinge of color had returned to her cheeks, of marble paleness, and a shadowy languor still remained about her large hazel eyes; but her delicately shaped lips had almost regained their soft crimson dye, and her dark brown hair, confined by a single ribbon, shone as brightly as the beautiful and braided tresses around her. She wore a loose dress of white silk, adorned only with a fresh cluster of roses (for since she had left the mines she was more fond than ever of flowers.) Every eye was fixed on her, and the Empress turned coldly from the glittering forms beside her to the simple Bianca. Descending from the throne, Maria Theresa hastened to raise her ere she could kneel; and kissing her with the tender affection of a dear and intimate friend, she led the trembling Bianca up to the highest step of the throne. There she turned to the whole assembly, and, looking like a queen as she spoke, she said— "This is the person we should all respect, as the very brightest ornament of our court. This is the wife, ladies of Austria, whom I, your monarch, hold up as your example-whom I am proud to consider far our superior in the duties of a wife. Shall we not learn of her to turn away from the false pleasures of vanity and splendor, and like her to act up, modestly but firmly, to that high religious principle, which tests the true nobility of soul. Count Alberti," continued the Empress, "every husband may envy you your residence in the mines of of Idria. May God bless you both, and make you as happy in the possession of the rank and wealth to which I now restore you, as you were in the hut of an Idrian miner." Indecision is an evidence of weakness; for it evinces either a want of capacity to apprehend what is best, or a want of energy to pursue it. From the Boston Book. EASY JOSEPH BRUCE. BY H. H. WELD. "Bless me!" exclaimed Mr. Joseph Bruce, or we should rather say Joe Bruce, for, as he was a noble, easy fellow, nobody thought of allowing him more than half of his name, or anything else which belonged to him.I see by the paper that Hawk & Harpey have assigned. I meant to have secured my debt yesterday!" He left his coffee half drank, stumbled over the threshold and went almost at a run to the counting room of H. & H. Half his speed on the day before would have saved him; -as it was, he was just in season to put down his name at the bottom of a dozen and a half preferred ones, to receive ten per cent. He went back to his unfinished breakfast with what appetite he might. "Why did you neglect this so long, Mr. Bruce?" said his helpmate and comforter. "I meant to have attended to it yesterday, my dear." "You meant! That is always your way, Mr. Bruce. You carelessly neglect your business to the last moment, and then put yourself in a haste and a heat for nothing, my dear!" Really Mrs. Bruce-" But Mrs. B. did not allow him a chance to defend himself. On she went in a most approved conjugal manner to berate him for his carelessness and inattention. "Really, Mrs. Bruce—” And it was really Mrs. Bruce, for few of the feminine and none of the masculine gender; could have kept pace with her. Surely, Easy Joe couldn't. The clatter of a cotton-mill would not been a circumstance to the din she raised. Easy Joe pulled a cigar-case out of his pocket clapped his feet on the fender-and it almost seemed that the smoke rendered his ears impervious to the bleatings of that gentle lamb-his spouse, so placid was his countenance, as the vapor escaped in graceful volumes from his mouth. People overshoot the mark sometimes; Mrs. Bruce did. Had she spared her oration, the morning's loss would have induced her husband to have been punctual to his business, for one day at least. As it was, he took the same sort of pride in neglecting it under her lecture, that "The Grand Nation" took so long in refusing to pay the claims of our citizens. "Breeze away, Mrs. Bruce!" "Breeze away sir! breeze away! I wish I could impart one tittle of my energy to you, Mr. Bruce, I—I—” Bruce sprang to his feet and crash, came an elegant mantle clock down upon the hearth. "There Mr. Bruce! That clock has stood there three months without a fastening; a single screw would have saved it; but-" "Well I meant to-" "You meant! Mr. Bruce-your meant won't pay the damage, nor Hawk & Harpey's note! You meant indeed!" Bruce seized his hat and cloak. In a few minutes he was on 'Change. Nobody could read in his face any traces of the matrimonial breeze, and nobody would suspect from his countenance that Hawk & Harpey had failed in his debt. Easy Joe Bruce! "Well Mr. Bruce, they've routed him." "Who?" "Our friend Check. Pingree was chosen President Bank, this morning. One vote would have 66 'But-give me no buts." "You are in excellent spirits, Mrs. Bruce." "Vastly fine Madam. We are beggars." "We are beggars, madam." Bruce repeated. Religion. We pity the young man who has no religion in his heart; no high and irrestible yearning after a better and holier existence-who is contented with the sensuality and grossness of earth--whose spirit never rises from its earthly prison house, nor exults at the thought of its full emancipation. We pity him, for he affords no evidence, of his high origin-no manifestation of that intellectual prerogative, which renders him the delegated lord of the visible creation. He ranks no higher than animal nature-the spiritual could never stoop so low.To seek for beastly excitement-and to minister, with a liberal hand, to depraved and strange appetites are the attributes of animals alone. To limit our hopes and aspirations to this life, and this world, is like remaining forever lifting the veil of the visible horrizon which bent over our infancy. There is religion in every thing around us: a calm and holy religion in the stilly things of nature which man would do well to imitate. It is a meek and blessed influence, stealing in, as it were, upon the heart. It comes quietly and without excitement. It has no terror-no gloom, in its approaches. It does not rouse up the passions; it is untrammelled by the creeds and unshadowed by the superstition of men. It is fresh from the hands of the Author, and glowing from the imme"You abominable woman! I shall go mad." diate presence of the Great Spirit, who pervades and "Do not I beseech you, Mr. Bruce! They put mad quickens it. It is written on the arched sky. It looks out beggars in Bedlam." from every star. It is on the sailing cloud, and in the invisible wind. It is among the hills and the valleys of earth, where the shrubless mountain-top pierces the thin atmosphere of eternal winter; or where the mighty forest fluctuates before the strong wind, with its dark waves of green foliage. It is spread out like a legible language upon the broad face of the unsleeping ocean. It is the poetry of nature. It is this which uplifts the spirit within us, till it is tall enough to overlook the shadows of our chains which bind us to materiality, and opens to our imagination a world of spiritual beauty and holiness. Bruce sprang for the door. His wife intercepted him. "Here Joseph is a paper I meant to have showed you this morning!" "A policy, and dated yesterday!" "Yes. You meant to get it renewed to-day-I meant "No more of that, Joseph. Now tell me who is the first place of probation-which breaks, link after link, the "His claim covers you both." Easy Joe became an altered man, and his wife was re- "Where are we to dig Mr. Bruce's grave?" Essex Gazette. MASSACHUSETTS A CENTURY AGO.-The Boston Transcript copies several advertisements from the "New England Weekly Journal" for Feb. 24th, March 17th, and April 21st, 1729. They exhibit not only a slave holding community, but a slave importing community. Had the climate of Massachusetts been like that of South Carolina and Georgia, who can say that she would not been a slave holding state to this day? At least there is room for charity for the Southern states, whether it be Old England or New England that judges them. As for Old England, history is full of proof that she forced "I do not know exactly. His will says, next his slavery upon her American colonies, both on the Contiwife." "Where was she laid?" "That I don't know. Easy Joe always said he meant to place an obelisk over her,—but it never was done." nent and in the West India islands. In 1760, the colony of South Carolina passed an act to prohibit the further importation of slaves. Great Britain rejected it with indignation-reprimanded the Governer-and sent a circular to all the other governors, warning them against a similiar offence. A philosopher's wife, whose patience had been somewhat wearied at his deranging and soiling her parlor by chemical experiments, told him that philosophers, she believed were called literary men because they were always making a litter. That Jour. Printer, out South, who is coming in for $25,000,000 worth of property in New York, will get more than his share of fat. He will have a full case, while the rest of the fraternity are often out of sorts.— He will be able to get up a thousand quicker than any other man; but he will not be able to distribute it any of the quicker, that's a fact. He will always have plenty of stopped him." coins in his bank, and he may renew his tympan sheet "How deucedly unlucky, I meant to have been pre- as often as he pleases. If he is a genuine printer, howMATHEMATICAL PUZZLE.-A merchant sent his sersent to vote for Check myself!" ever, he will be likely to make more errors, and exhibit vant with a 40 pound weight. The servant broke it ina worse proof than those who are less fortunate; but into four pieces, and upon being threatened with punishworking off, should he keep a good register, and not fill up too much, he may exhibit a fair specimen of typography, after all. We wish the poor stick well. "Never mind, Bruce," said another. "You are a lucky man. The news of the great fire in Speederville has just reached town by express, and I congratulate you that you were insured." Bos. Times. ment, declared that it was better than before, because he could weigh any number of pounds with it, from one to forty. What must be the weight of each piece? The Mirror. FRANCIS L. HAGADORN, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. The Mirror has been well defined NEW BRIGHTON, N. Y. JUNE 8, 1839. ment; lest he should provoke us to inform our readers who is the professional gentleman adverted to, and how it happened that the "rope was twisted round his legs, thrown upon the ground and much injured.” attitude of the figure was the same, with this most re- | eral will not persist in his threat of periodical bombard- THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT.-Ever since the proposition of 1800 to erect a splendid mausoleum to the pater patria, as Dr. Johnson says, "the spontaneous ebullitions of patriotism have effervesced with innumer-cent American. able devices and designs" for similar purposes. But, like all great national objects, this matter has suffered many detentions and postponements, and all for the glorious freedom of speech and the well acknowledged freedom of opinion. Every journalist and every citizen has had his say about it. Meantime, many cities have grown impatient of the tardy wheels of "government," and given vent to their superabundant ardor in the production of paintings, statuary and engravings of the great and good man. Among like creditable testimonials of affection we have lately witnessed with pleasure that the city of Washington has determined to wait no longer the party trammelled action of Congress in this matter, but have employed an artist to proceed immediately with the execution of an equestrian statue. We "S. T."-What d'ye think that stands for? D'ye Yet this is the name of the new give it up? So do we. steamboat on the Quarantine ferry. This is no less strange than true, although many of our readers will scarcely muster the credence to believe it. We advise such to make a trip in the new boat, which is not only an elegantly modelled craft and a good sailer, but actually has no other cognomen than "S. T." on her wheel houses. Various surmises as to this vernacular “hand writing," have perplexed and confounded the superstitious wherever the nameless craft has been seen, and until some Daniel rises in the land, we must grope in outer darkness as to this matter. "THE NEW BRIGHTON STEAMBOATS.-For some time, the highly respectable inhabitants of New Brighton and its vicinity, have been subjected to neglectful, rude and general objectionable conduct from the collector and crew of the "Water Witch." Complaints have been repeatedly made to the proper parties, pretending to regulate this ferry, producing hitherto no beneficial result. NIAGARA SUSPENSION BRIDGE COMPANY.-By a letter witnessed one outrageous and flagrant act, which, if it from the Cashier of this institution to the editor of the had been met with justice, Mr. Van Pelt would have reAlbany Argus, it appears that the punctured notes of ceived an immediate notice to quit the deck of the Wa the institution, which were perforated for the purpose of ter Witch by a VERY summary proceeding. A profes-detecting a fraud, amounted only to about five hundred sional gentleman of this city was severely lacerated by a dollars. The Cashier had marked other notes of the rope being twisted around his legs, thrown upon the institution for the purpose of ascertaining their circulaground and much injured. Upon mentioning the out- tion, but the punctures on those notes fraudulently ob rage to Captain Collector Van Pelt, this polite person-tained were through the square vignette. The N. Y age turned upon his heel, and did not condescend a re-agent is now instructed to make no distinction in receiply. This is but one out of innumerable similar acts of ving the notes of the institution. the like nature. Now, why this should be permitted to continue, we are at a loss to conjecture; all we know is that it does; and until a complete reformation takes place, we shall refer to this disgraceful nuisance. It is quite immaterial whether Captain Collector Van Pelt is dismissed, or his rudeness—but one or the other must be." N. Y. Mirror. AGRICULTURAL TRIBUTE.-In our last we omitted to acknowledge the receipt of a peck of very handsome green peas, from the farm of Mr. Daniel Mersereau.— They were remarkably full and large. The variety was not named, or we would take pleasure in recommending them to our agriculturists. We say we witnessed this with pleasure, and we say so truly, but we speak in the past tense. The glory of the movement-the apparent and specious patriotism of the measure and the "beauty of devotion" that seemed to characterize it, have been cruelly forgotten at the onset by committing the execution of the work to a foreigner. We are not one of those fool-hardy geniuses whose blind devotion would prefer an American daub to the works of an Italian master, or a miserable effigy to a classic statue-provided its nativity should satisfy our prejudice, but we have no hesitation in avowing The above article appeared in the last number of our our preference of American talent whenever it can be Gothamite namesake, and much as it may have been callfound equal to that which we must borrow. We should ed for, it would have better become the gentleman with Mass. in the week ending April 27, 1,227,506 yards of rather see one of our fellow citizens engaged as a sculp- the severely lacerated legs to have made his complaint to tor, than see a half-dozen of them toiling in the corn-held the proper authorities, and not undertaken, of himself, for the sake of paying with the product of their united to mete out justice to the offender. Morever, General labor for the borrowed talent of a foreign country. Morris should know enough of the "rules and regulaWhile our country can boast such talents as are entrus-tions" never to invade another officer's beat. And we ted to the keeping of Powers, Stout, Frazee, Clevenger and Greenough, let us not forget our kindred-" let us love one-another." But it seems that Pettrick the Swedish sculptor who has been engaged in the work at a cost of $5000, is wanting as an artist. We copy the following from the Boston Times. When Pettrick first came here, he exhibited some medallions in plaster, and no one could tell which was male or which female, without the paper descriptions stuck upon them. You could not distinguish Joseph from Mary, nor Jesus from Judas. The fact is, he had got a certain idea of a face into his head, and by turning it to the right or the left, with different hair, and sticking on different bits of drapery, he would make some folks believe there was a difference; but take the face alone, and no one could tell the male from the female, or old from young. must legitimately claim the exclusive honor of protecting AMERICAN MANUFACTURES.-The Methuen Falls Gazette estimates that there was manufactured at Lowell, cotton cloths. MILITARY EDUCATION.-We had no room in our last to refer our readers to the logical paper from Col. Partridge on our 145th page. The patriotic sentiments of the writer should touch a kindred chord in every American breast, for they have the advantage of something more than mere Hail Columbia rhapsodies, and will well repay a careful re-perusal. VIRGINIA. gress. An extra from the office of the Richmond immediate surveillance, and whenever Capt. Van Pelt, Whig of Tuesday, gives the result of the Congression- We shall refrain, at present, from any notice of the ' repeated complaints" said to have been made-the manner in which they have been received or the promptness with which they have been attended to. Nor shall we be over particular with the general either on account of the rope which, as he says, was "thrown upon the Two years ago, he placed in the Representatives' Hall at Washington, a drawing of a proposed equestrian statue of Washington, which was copied exactly from a French print of Napoleon, in our possession, in almost every particular. The horse and trappings were the same except that a ribbon was left off the horse's tail-ground and much injured," or the "ferry, producing hia French fashion which he knew would not answer for the times of our revolution. There was also an alteration in the bridle, which we cannot now describe. The therto no beneficial result," but we have only to hope The fourth regiment of Artillery left Governor's Island on the 5th inst. and proceeded to Trenton via. the N. Jersey Transportation Company's rail-road. A squadron of mounted dragoons from the 2d regiment will be on the ground on Monday the tenth inst. The Bed-rid Boy. The last number of Nicholas Nickleby, by Boz, contains the following touching picture of youthful bed-ridden helplessness on the one hand, and genuine humane sympathy in a whole souled counting-house clerk on the other. sense. "Pooh! pooh!" said Tim Linkwater, "Don't tell me. Country! (Bow was quite a rustic place to Tim) nonWhat can you get in the country but new laid eggs and flowers? I can buy new laid eggs in Leadenhall market any morning before breakfast; and as to flowers, it's worth a run up stairs to smell my mignionette, or to see the double-wall flower in the back-attic window, at No. 6, in the court." “There is a double-wall flower at No. 6, in the court, sometimes I get up in the night to look at the dull melan- ture, many years ago, "delicate girl, budding into womanly loveliness, whose heart for the last ten minutes has been trembling behind the snowy walls of the fair “The night will not be long coming," said Tim, and beautiful bosom, hast thou never remarked and "when he will sleep and never wake again on earth.-- laughed at an admirer, for the mauvais honte with which We have never so much as shaken hands in all our lives; he hands thee a book, or thy cup of half-watered souand yet I shall miss him like an old friend. Are there chong? Laugh not at him again, for he will assuredly any country flowers that could interest me like those, do be thy husband. Yes, he will tremble for a few months you think? Or do you suppose that the wither of a more, as he stands beside the music stool, and join not hundred kinds of the choicest flowers that blow, called others in the heartless mockery of their praise; but when by the hardest Latin names that were ever invented, every voice which commended the song is hushed, and would give me one fraction of the pain that I shall feel every note which thou hast clothed in etherial music is when these old jugs and bottles are swept away as lum-forgotten to all beside, to him it will be a theme to dream ber?" Country!" cried Tim, with a contemptuous on in his loneliness; and every look which thine eye has emphasis; "don't you know that I could't have such a vouchsafed to him will be laid up as a sacred and holy court under my own bed-room window any where but thing, in the inmost sanctuary of his secret soul. Thou in London ?" wilt see, in a short time, that the tremulousness of his nerves is only observable when his tongue is faltering in his address to thee; pity will enter into thy gentle heart and thou thyself wilt sometimes turn the wrong page of thy book of song, and strike the wrong note on thy piano, when thou knowest that his ears are drinking in thy voice, and his eyes following thy minutest action. consequence of the surprising conversion of Mr. Par- Then will he, on some calm evening when the sun is under Mr. Maffit's preaching. The audience was slowly sinking behind the west, tell thee he must indeed very indignant, and quite a number of young people ran be miserable; that thou art the one sole light which has into Mr. Maffit's meeting house, and commenced cry-glowed and glittered upon his life's dull stream." ing out "Othello! Othello!" so loud that Mr. Maffit stopped his sermon. A Player turned Parson. "At their blossoming in old blacking bottles," said nounced that there could be no play that evening, in Tim. "Not I, indeed," returned Nicholas. Tin looked wistfully at him for a moment, as if he were encouraged by the tone of this reply to be more communicative on the subject, and sticking behind his ear a pen that he had been making, and shutting up his knife with a smart click, said, "They belong to a sickly, bed-ridden hump-backed boy, and seemed to be the only pleasure, Mr. Nickleby, of his sad existence. How many years is it," said Tim, pondering," since I first noticed him quite a little child, dragging himself about on a pair of tiny crutches? Well! well! not many; but though they would appear nothing if I thought of other things, they seem a long, long time, when I think of him. It is a sad thing," said Tim, breaking off, "to see a little deformed child sitting apart from other children, who are active and merry, watching the games he is denied the power to share in. He made my heart ache very often." It's a good heart," said Nicholas, that disentangles itself from the close avocations of every day, to heed such things. You were saying-" “That the flowers belonged to this poor boy," said Tim, "that's all. When it is fine weather, and he can crawl out of bed, he draws a chair close to the window, and sits there looking at them, and arranges them all day long. We used to nod at first, and then we came to speak. Formerly, when I called to him in a morning, and asked him how he was, he would smile and say, "Better;" but now he shakes his head, and only bends more closely over his old plants. It must be dull to watch the dark house tops and the flying clouds of so many months; but he is very patient." sons, Immediately, Mr. Parsons walked into the broad aisle and pronounced, in the most emphatic manner, "Othello's occupation's gone!" and then proceeded to say that " A change came o'er the spirit of his dream," he had "fretted his brief hour upon the stage" of Thespis, and henceforth he should "perform" in the house of prayer and Temple of Zion; he had left the "sock and buskin," for the sword and helmet of righteousness, and that, instead of fighting Shakspeare's mimic battles, he should henceforth fight under the cross of Christ; and, finally, he exhorted his old comrades to remain with him, and leave the theatre to become the abode of bats. The papers say it was his best performance; that his eloquence, will win him twenty fold laurels when compared with the stage." Memories of the Heart. Now there may be some readers who have outlived the memory of their youthful loves, or else have never had any, who considered all tales and songs of the tender passions as just so much "nonsense" and "trash." Such men (and women, if there be any) are much to be pitied, and pity is akin to contempt. Keep ever alive, oh, reader! your "memories of the heart;" and be not ashamed to write or speak that which springs from the divinity within us, for "God is Love." We admire him who hesitates not to recall with rapture, even when des "Is there nobody in the house to cheer or help him?" cending the down-hill of life, the first faint radiance of asked Nicholas. "His father lives there, I believe," replied Tim, " and other people too; but no one seems to care much for the poor sickly cripple. I have asked him very often if I can do nothing for him; his answer is always the same, 'Nothing. His voice has grown weak of late, but I can see that he makes the old reply. He can't leave his bed now, so they have moved it close beside the window, and there he lies all day; now looking at the sky, and now at his flowers, which he still makes shift to trim and water with his own hands. At night, when he sees my candle, he draws back his curtain, and leaves it so till I am in bed. It seems such company to him to know that I am there, that I often sit at my window an hour or more, that he may see that I am still awake; and an early-kindled flame, and its steady advance to a con- "Delicate girl," wrote a keen observer of human na Military Duty. The editor of the New London Gazette thinks that editors, (polítical ones he means, of course) ought to be exempted from fighting their country's battles, and from any military duty, because they have to fight the political battles; and urges his brethren of the quill to join him in an endeavor to procure the passage of a law to that effect. Although this is probably intended as a joke, yet it is a fair specimen of the general disposition of the people of this country to avoid military duty. So long as the laws recognize the necessity of a militia establishment like the present, every good citizen ought cheerfully to act his part according to the requirement of those laws. To evade the duty by any shallow pretence evinces a want of patriotism, and a disrespect for the laws and institutions of the country. Let us not be understood that the present militia system is precisely what it ought to be, or that it could not be altered for the better. We leave the discussion of those questions for a more fitting opportunity. But we do say that, so long as laws exist, they ought to be obeyed, and that one man ought to bear the burthen of the nation's defence as well as another. In other words, there ought to be fewer exempts from this home service. A cocked eye, a stiff finger joint, or what is sometimes of less consequence, a justice's commission, ought not to give impunity in the case. If a man chooses to pay a fine rather than train himself for the emergencies which may befal the country, why, so be it; he may balance his patriotism with his purse, if he chooses, and find them light enough in all conscience. But the man who sets up a frivolous excuse for not bearing arms, ought to be tried as a deserter, and treated to a cat-o'-nine-tails. Chinese Jests. Boston Times. A man of letters, who spent a great part of the night in study, kept a kettle on the fire to make tea, as a stimulus when he should be wearied. One night, hearing a thief breaking in through the wall, he took post by it with the kettle in hand; and when the thief had thrust both his legs through the aperture, the student seized them and poured the boiling water upon them. The robber roared for " mercy." Wait," replied the executioner coolly, "till I empty the kettle." 66 AGRICULTURAL. From the Genesee Farmer. Education of Farmers. in and Greek terms to apply to things or the laws which MR. TUCKER-I have, for several years, been fully convinced that neither lawyers, nor physicians 'nor clergymen, nor professors of colleges, nor any other class of The graduate of a college may know that what we the community, have so many inducements or so many call oak, the Romans called quercus, and that the Grefacilities for becoming really intelligent and scientific cians called it drus, and still be unable to distinguish men, as farmers. No class of men have occasion for so oak from chesnut. The plain unpretending fermer, alconstant or so extensive an application of science in their though ignorant of the terms applied by the Greeks and profession. Botany, mineralogy, geology, chemistry, Romans, to these useful products of the forest, could natural philosophy, entomology and the natural history readily inform the scholar, whether a tree or a stick of of animals generally, are brought into use, directly or timber was oak or chesnut, and whether it was white, indirectly, by every farmer, almost every day he is en-red, grey, black, Spanish or some other oak. Also, gaged in his business. If it should be asked what the farmer has to do with botany, the question may be answered by asking another, viz.—If the farmer has nothing to do with botany, or a knowledge of vegetables, who has? Does not the whole success of his business depend upon a knowledge of the various plants he cultivates, together with many in the way of cultivation? what were its properties and uses. Of course, the dif- and the liberties of our country. On some future occa- J. HOLBROOK. Corn Laws of Great Britain. As immediately affecting the great body of American Farmers, by influencing the prices of grain in this country, an occasional notice of the corn laws and their operation, must be useful. The manufacturers of England have long laid the world under contribution. To enable her farmers to meet the enormous load of taxation imposed by the wars she long waged against Napoleon, her corn laws, amounting to a prohibition of foreign grain, and thus compelling the population of the empire to eat home grain, no matter at what price, or starve, were enacted. Her manufactures alone have enabled her to continue this state of things. Other nations must purchase of her, for she alone could furnish. She would take what she wanted, if they had it, if not, they must pay specie. The United States, Russia, Germany, and the other grain growing nations have found their agriSome may ask, how can geology be used by the farculture depressed in consequence of this system; the mer? The first object of geology is to give a knowbalance of trade has been constantly against them; and ledge of the component parts and structure of the earth, England, when she pleased, could so derange their moand of course the nature of soils. The question might The first steps for rendering farmers the most truly nied matters by drafts for specie, as to produce panic and be answered by a volume of facts: I will give but one. and generally enlightened, as they are much the most ruin. A few years of peace has enabled the European In New Jersey there are extensive tracts of lands now numerous class of the community, is to have them un- powers to look a little to their domestic affairs, and since worth from fifty to a hundred dollars an acre, which, a derstand and appreciate the knowledge they already England has refused to receive their products of agriculfew years ago, were not worth fencing; the application possess; the second is for them to improve that know-ture for her manufactures, they have determined to of marl has effected the change. Except for a knowledge, and the natural advantages they enjoy for acqui- commence manufacturing for themselves. In the United ledge of that, the land would have continued as worth-ring more. States this has already been done to such an extent, as less as at first. not not only to supply herself with coarse cottons, but to become the most formidable rival Great Britain finds in this respect. To counteract this inclination of other nations to "set up for themselves," England relied on her prohibitions of the exportation of machinery; but the European nations found in the United States machinery superior to the English, and the orders within a few years for Germany, Russia and Egypt, have been constantly increasing. The consequence has been, the demand for English goods has decreased rapidly ; the manufactures are greatly distressed; and the partial failure of the grain crop of 1838 has turned the attention of all parties in that country to the subject of the corn laws of the kingdom. What use has the farmer for chemistry? A great part of his business is a series of chemical experiments. Not a furrow can be turned, no manure can be applied, not a fence made, nor a root or a plant preserved | or prepared for food without an application of chemical science. But what has the farmer to do with natural philosophy? Every plough, harrow, rake, hoe, scythe, axe, cart, wagon, yoke or harness, not constructed according to the principles of natural philosophy, imposes unnecessary labor on man or beast. And what are those advantages? First—a farm is a Second-the business of the farmer, if he guides it with the hand of science, and by careful observation, furnishes means of instruction which can be found in And can entomology, or a knowledge of insects, be no other profession. The laws of animal and vegetable applied to farming? In the year 1827, a single species physiology, of chemical science, of mechanical philosoof insect, the wheat fly, cost one state, Pennsylvania, phy, hydrostatics and of natural science generally, can several millions of dollars. The canker worm, the be intimately and daily developed by experiments which grass-hopper, the cut worm and numerous other insects, furnish his bread and his success in business, not onfrequently present themselves, though small, yet power-ly without cost, but with great satisfaction and pecuniful enemies to the farmer, who of course, has occasionary profit. to understand their weakness, while he has such fatal proof of their power. The horse, the ox, the sheep, swine and other domestic animals, the farmer has occasion to understand, both in health and disease. The case is thus,-if foreign nations, compelled by the course Great Britain has taken, manufacture for themselves, her manufacturers must starve; and the enormous power she wields over other countries passes away forever. If, to feed her manufacturers, she repeals the corn laws, the low prices of grain that would at once be crea Third, the winter evenings of farmers, if properly occupied by reading, experimenting and comparing theted, would ruin her agricultural population, by destroystatements of books with their own experiments and observations, would furnish ample time and opportunity for storing the mind with principles, or the general laws of science, to direct their summer operations. These eve Some parts of the mathematics the farmer has daily occasion to use in his business. Practical geometry, innings are spent far more profitably, if aided by "Social one form or another, comes in almost constant use in farming operations. A portion of arithmetic, is indispensable. Lyceums," or weekly or semi-weekly meetings of some Fourth, as a school of morals the farmer certainly has But some may say, perhaps, that however important and necessary an extensive knowledge of science may be to the farmer, he has not the facilities for acquiring it. Is that possible? Is not the daily use of any science or art, the best of all possible modes of obtaining a familiar and thorough knowledge of it? It may be questioned, even now, whether farmers do not possess a greater amount of really useful knowledge, than any other class of the community. They certainly have not so many I have here given a few brief hints on a great and intechnicalities of science. They have not so many Lat-teresting subject connected with the highest prosperity ing at once their ability to pay their enormous rents and taxes. That the matter is received in this light; and that that the increase of manufactures in Germany, Russia, Switzerland, and more than all, in the United States, always her best market, is considered of ominous import to England by her most enlightened statesmen, none can read over the debates in Parliament, or the discussion in their journals, without at once perceiving. Formerly from the want of machinery on the continent, the demand for cotton yarn for those countries has been great, and formed one of the most lucrative branches of English trade. The increase of machinery has almost destroyed this branch of business, and the latest advices left the English "spinners” in a frightful condition. In a late debate in the House of Commons, it was said that "the United States were, in fact, beating the English in the remotest market which the latter possessed—the market of China; and it was an acknowledged fact, that large |