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B Y li. F. BARNES. YOLUME S i • OUR COUNTRY AND OUR aOCNTRY'S PH IE N B k ” POET JERYIS, E. Y., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1853; PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY pMBER-5. THE TRI-STATESUNION IS PUBMSHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, BY L . F . B A H N E S , PO R T JE R V I S , O R A N & E CO., W. Y . T ersis op S u b s c r i p t i o n . —$2,00 per Annum foc-Yillage Subscribers, when delivered by the Carrier, and $1.50 lor Mail Subscribersor per- fcons'receiving their papers at the Office, if paid • in Advance. If payment be withheld till the tend of the year,fifty cents will be added. ADVERTISING: ^or 1 squaie 1 insertion, - - • * -.50 '« « each subsequent insertion, * 1 square, 6 months, - - - *“ i column, 3 months, - - - 4.00 7.00 4.00 7.00 12,00 6.00 30,00 - 10,1 - 18,1 “ “ 6 > “ “ 18. - — Legal Advert!serhents charged at the usual C i r c u lars. g h o w iS i lls, P a m p h la ts, B i ll H e a d s , B a ll T ic k e ts, B lan k s , Checks. LabeU,. Cards, and in short all kinds of plain or fancy printing done with neatness and despatch. For the Tri-States Union. Young Music’s Prayer. BY REV. JOHN GEIGO. V. Oh, that this heart were a celestial lyre, Attun’d to love of my Creator King! That all its chords would thrillingly inspire My feeble tongue in unison to sing! On wings of praise,so high its notes would soar, That listening angels, kindled would adore. Oh, tu a t th is Yoice c o u ld p lum e its bird-fledg’d And bathe its souads in seraph’s music wave, That every strain might joy and solace bring. And every breast in peace and fondness lave; That so this world from sin and sorrow free, Would j oin the grateful anthem thus with me. Oh, that a concert band I could complete From kindred voices of the lov’d at home, To mingle music loves so true and sweet That parent, brother, sister, seem but one ; fif. As various choral parts unite to roll One joyous tide of peace upon the soul. Oh, that this tongue enkindled by the blest. Could hymn at last the ceaseless cherub song. Like that fond wave that sighs to join the rest Whose chorus chaunts to ocean caves belong! Thus wai't my soul on Heaven’s own music With all Hove and all that love there brings! Gems of Thought. Wholesale sentiment is rain, which makes the fields of daily life fresh and uolorous. Poverty wants some, luxury many, and avarice ali things. No man has a right to do as he pleases vxcept when he pleases to do right. Nothing elevates us so much as the presence of -C^spirii similar, yet superior to our own. i Will is the rooti knowledge the stem ^ and leaves, and feeling the flower. It is curious with what moral fortitude men can bear with the misfortune of olb' The sun should shine on festivals, but the moon is the light for ruins. There never was any party, faction or calml whatever, in which the most igno rant werenot the most violent ; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead. Candid Witness. In the examination of an Irish case on Monday, hfefore the court of Magistrates, for assault, and battery, the counsel, in cros.s-examining one of the witnesses, a sk' ed him what they had at the first place they stopped \ ‘ F o u r glas ‘ What next V Tlie Bells. BY EDGAR ALLEN POE This fine poem of Poe’s is well known, but it is well worth a frequent perusal. Next to his Ra- Ten, it is unquestionably, the best production of his pen. There are some of the peculiarities of his bizarre genivfiin it—peculiarities that cvei'y healthful mind must dislike—but they are in this case, resplendent with fine reliefs of thought and rythm. Few poems in our language afford a better example of correspondence between sen timent and sound; and, when read well—.as we have heard it recited by Russell—the illusion o the bell ringing bsooitfes almost magical. The — ish I poet and romancist, America has suffered a Ic lerulous critic of the North British Review, 3se tirade on Americs cently quoted, says; “ In the de: jetry, we re» of this lasses of ale,’ he answered. 0 glass ♦ What next V * One g[lass of brandy.’ < W’hai next?’ ■‘A fight, of course.’ [Journal. An engineer on one of the passen ger trains of the Illinois Central Railroad, had his leg broken recently, under the following circumstances; It is the custom of some, to carry guns with them on the locomotive, and this in dividual seeing a quail by the roadside, shot it. He stopped his train, found his game, and in returning stepped into a bole in the prairie and.broke bis leg. . Consid ering that the ide*a of hunting quails by railroad may be new to Eastern people, the Chicago Pres|r vouches for the truth of the above statement. Clean Linen.-^l should much like to ave been ruin- • see a list of the men who havi cd since the time of Colum b u s, by the letnporary want of a clean shirt. I fan< the list would be a pretty long one. f one take to compile such a list, I will say that i a pretty long one. For the assistance of any one who will under take to compile such a list, I will say I 1 hai^e lost, at different limes, through tl absence of a clean shirt, three fortunes, iss friends, eight lucrative situa- ny number of dinners, five break- , two bootjacks and a supper. Have nged some of my most valuable friends ot going to see them on account of a <by not going to see ^dirty collar, and I was oi 'Aavhig a hand in a myst R e a lise the incomplete state of my ward- spected of abduction r~‘robefobliged me to abstain from a visit of «oniolence. Let this be a warning to all bac^ieiors to keep on good terms with, the waf/jerwomen .— Jack Dingaby. '|%ere was something rather Yankee*- iik l in the conduct of a sailor who was fcr try f jg to get picked up, and placed aboard A i « hhat full of men, in a storm on Lake E r i k ; but the men who could not take hnifin without endangering the lives of| W&\ on board. For half an hour he hung picfnfttUy upon the gunwale, but tinaUy lit*alrengih failing bim, he called out to ih# rowers, who were struggling to reach fhete i ‘ Hojd ^ on, boys! .My life is f iWforfd for five hundred dollars, and I * * myself to the company. Take MirClAnd claim salvage.’ tw iiftr who led the-psalm tune at a « thort time since, finding that tolwWlieW which, was Jacob, (jjfTlf^ to fill up the mu- ** J-*’ which will be more appreciated fifty years hence than it is now.” Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody fore- ■ te lls! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of n ight! While the stars that oversprinkle All the Heaven’s, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time. In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnahulatioh that so musically swells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bellij, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden b ells! What a world of happiness their harmony fore- Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes. And all in tune ! What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! 0, from out the sounding cells. What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells, How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells ! Hear the Isud alarum bells— Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright I Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek. Out of tune. In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the In a mad expostulation with the deaf and fran tic fire 1 ■ Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire. And a resolute endeavor Now—now to sit or never. By the side of the pale faced moon. 0 the bells, bells, bells. What a tale their terror tells Of despairdespai: ! How they clang, and clash, and roar, What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air ! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the tivanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows Yet the ear distinctly tells, ' In the janglin' And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells— Of the bells. Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, hells, bells. In the clamor and the clangor of the bells ! Hear the tolling of the bells ! Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people—ah, the people. They that dwell up in the steeple. All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On. th e h u m a n h e a r t aitstone.— They are neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human— I They are Ghouls : \ And their king it is who tolls; i And he rolls, rolls, rolls. Rolls A pmeijfrom the bells! < And his nterry bosom swells With the paean of the bells ! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells— Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, ' In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the throbbing of the bolls— Of the bells, bells, bolls— To the sobbing of the bells ; Keeping time, time, time. As be knells, knells, knells. In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the hells— Of the hells, bells, 150118— To the tolling of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— Bells, bells, bells-^ To the moaning and the groaning of the hells. S ad A ffair . —The Great Falls Jowmo/ says, Mr. James Woodsum, oi Berwick, Me., was found dead in^the-road leading from this village to Blackberry Hill in Ber wick, on Tuesday afternoon. Woodsum had been to this village with a load of straw, and having disposed of his straw, was returning home. He was intoxicated and was seen whipping his horses, severe ly a .short distance from where he was B ................. .. *y a .6 . . _ found. He fell from his cart while going Soule’s Flight from France. [^The following romantic sketch of inci dentsIs in ihee earlyarly historyistory ofl Mr. Soule,Soule in Ih e h o Air. t present Minister to Spain, has appear n Paris. It is written by Mery, i I l court poet to the new French empire, and addressed to Dumas, the celebrated ro mancer :3 It was announced a few days since, that Mr. Soule, the 'American Ambassador of the United States, was passing through Pans on his way to Madrid. At the same time you were giving us a chapter of your r —you who know everything — that on that day Chance,hance, thehe mostst skill- did not know—you who know everytl y C t mo s ful of all arrangers of plots, was execut ing a master stroke of his art, by couplinp together two names forgotten for twenty four years—two men who encountere( each, hand in hand, the one commencing his life by hope, the other finishing it in despair, Alphonse Rabbe and Soule! W hen fortune pleases to give itself the trouble of aiding intelligence, it prepares for its porleges an invisible ladder ol as cent, and It is not until they are near the top that they perceive the round by which thej' mounted. One day, nearly a quarter of a century ago, I was translating in the cabinet of Alphonse Rabbe, a history of the church, written in German Latin by a Hungarian. A young man entered. It was Soule. He was twenty-one years of age. Tie /ery thin, as you were also, and as I ingu phonse Rabbe rose on the entrance of Soule, and welcomed him with that grace which never quilled him. “ Monsieur Rabbe,” said Soule to him. dui( was V( that distil •uished him from all of u * Nouveau nain j a u n e ' and I count upon you for some articles. I shall appear ev ery five days, and I am prepared to offer to writers, and especially to you, the most honorable terms.” As indiscreet secretaries always do, I suspended my translation to listen to the conversation. ‘‘ Monseiur,” replied Rabbe, I am really extremely grieved to have to decline your so obliging proposition. But here is my excuse; 1 am engaged to give four arti cles monthly to my friend Chai rancais,’ Le Coil my History of Russia; Iam am working on ght and day ; wening to keep me from go- hly Courier Francais,’ and to deliver to iny publisher, Le Cointe, the manuscript of '~ia; l working nd 1 take ten cups of ing,to sleep.,” * “ But you will, in the meantime leave me some hope for the future?” said Soule. “ Oh, certainly, sir !” “ I may, then, leave you my address, rus des Tournelles, 57 ; the bureau of my journal is rue Croix des Petits champs,27” “ Have you already conlribuiors engag ed upon vvhom you can rely ?” asked the Rabbe. man of great promise, vy, and M. Santo Domingo, who hasas jusS arrivedrrived from Rome,ome, andnd vvhovho M. Leon Halelevy, Yes, a young a wno n jusS a from R a v has a headfuil of articles against the ultra- montaine church party. “ Do you occasionally read a weekly paper called the ‘ .Masque de Fer ?’ ” ask ed the Rabbe. Yes, sir. “ Do you know who edits that pam phlet?” “ No ; and nobody knows. It is reput- ed to be edited by an association of anony mous writers.” “ Well, a friend has just assured me that 1 am about to be assailed in that jour nal. Now, 1 intend, myself, in the first place, to break upon their very faces the masks of these anonyimous after that, can I count jaune’ to complete theii y dispose cf to suppo was a spark of energy in the heart of that writers, but upon your ‘ Ni ir annihilation ?” You may dispose o my journal, and f myself,” said Soule, in a voice that it was impossible to sup] self,” said Souhe, >oul in isible to in a vo so soft Soule took his leave. During the con versation above recounted, 1 had been making all sorts of signs to Alphonse Rabbe, to raa'ke him understand that 1 would like him to give me a start in the editorial corps of the ‘ Nain jaune.’ But Rabbe was one of those men who did- not understand pantomime ; from respect per- itongue. He allowed Soule to depart without once thinking of recom- haps, to the tongue, depart without once thinking m ending me to his kind regards. He did not dream ot recommending me to Soule, as contributor to his journal; and much astonished was he • to hear from me the Strange proposition which I thus made to “ Give me a letter of introduction to M. Soule.” - After a little hesitation, he' gave me a letter and at five that evening I ran to rue des Tournelles, .57. It was frightful weather, I remember, the snow was falling like a white deluge, omnibuses were not invented at that tim e; 1 reached Soule’s clothed in alabaster from head to heels, and stiff with cold, as an orange tree trans planted in December, to the Marais des Paris, rue de Tournelles. Soule received me with the greatest kindness, buit truth to tell, he didn’t quite coQceal a slightly ironical smile, upon my mentioning.what part of the country I came from. At that time thirty writers from ihe same region as myself had not yet arrived ai Pans, and it was my mis fortune to bear all alone the weight of tha smart epigrams that were uttered at the expense of Cannebierre and ihe Mistral. Soule overlooked that, and asked .me to write him a trial article. I forthwith set about the grave work of writing an article for “ Nouveau nain jaune ;” 1 copied it three times, and orm manuscript with drawiogs pen, fepreseiniing in my best style, various fantastical birds, and on the morrow at 2 p. M., 1 made my’way to the bureau of the journal. Rue, Croix^des^Petits, 27. There were five persons assembled in the editor ial cabinet; Soule, Santo Domingo, Leon Halevy, Lucasson, and an author of un published tragedies. At the moment I en tered, this poet, who has continued un known, was disclaiming a tirade of Jladru bal, that seemed to me very imposing. It was the final recitation. Sqatt one was recounting to the Consal Nefo, after the. biUtle of th# Metaurua, the le j i. copi led the definitive done with the defeat of Asdrubal and the fall of his bloody head in the Carthagenian camp. Soule, addressed divers wicked compli ments to the tragic poet, and the latter left to offer himself as a rival candidate with M. de Frayssinous, Bishop of Hermopo- lis, for a place in the Academy. Now was the solemn moment- for myself. Soule a.sked me if I had brought my article with me. I presented it to him with a timid and icy hand. Mv essay was entitled, “ Horace a Tibur.” Soule read aloud, and he read it very well. Santa Domin- and Leon Halevy paid me some com- lo you. We have lasion. My article irinted the next day, and Soule as- d .me a fixed salary, which in my eyes, young debutankas I was, con- led me for evermore a millionaire, journal was political also, a in its opposition. go and Leon Halevy pat pliments upon the occai was pri signed own e; stitutei The relation of Alphonse Rabbe and Soule had become very intimate. The Nain jaune was showing a tendency to combat the young school which was then springing up beneath the rays of M.M. Alphonse de Lamartine and \Yictor Hugo. Alphonse Rabbe, who passionately admir ed these two poets, and knew by heart their earlier verses, wrote a romantic arti cle for the Nain jaune, and Soule inserted it, notwithstanding the earnest opposition of his colleagues. Encouraged by A1-* phonse Rabbe and Soule, I commenced my series of Paradoxes, in defence of ali the young glories that were springing up against the jealousy of rivals who were in the pangs of death, and against the wrath of good taste. If the Nain j-iune had been only a lite rary and artistic journal, Soule would not at the present moment be Ambassador of the United Stales. Happily for him, his ,- --------- 1 ------------- 1 : . : „ I gjjjjj.p I would so like to have a little case in court,” said Soule to me one day, \ a bit of prosecution.” His wish was granted by the King’s Attorney General, thanks to an article of Santo Domingo. The article in question excited public rumor in a very lively man ner. It assailed some Jaw which had just been passed by the Chamber. I don’t re-, member now what that law was. Soule had a vague presentiment of the future that was awaiting him. He leaped for joy upon the receipt of the stamped paper, which invited him to attend a sitting of the tribunal, and announced to him an in evitable condemnation. The great day arrived. Soule repaired to the Palace of Justice with a triumphant step. Under the guidance of Chance he was marching to an ambassadorship, His young friend Lucasson said to me, with tears in his eyes, “ See, bow pale he is ! This day will kill him— he wont survive it. And in fact, when he rose to reply to the question of the President, Soule did seem to me paler than usual. You would have hardly suspected that there was any breath in that frail body, which the emo tion of the day seemed destined to cast upon his death bed the victim'of consump tion. According to the custom, the speech of the King's prosecuting’ officer was crushing. Never had this functionary to do with a crime like this, or with .so great „ ---- i._j --Qf, his y o u n g w, and even more besides. Charles Ledru defended It will very well apply _ the same stature, the same aquiline nose and the same black hair. We have no particular marks. There is my passport — read it and be off!” Chance had here risen to the elevation of an intelligence. Soule lakes the pass port,, reads the description of the person, presses Barthelemy’s hand and exclaims ; “ You are my Providence !—I leave this night.” M. Achille de Vaulabelle, who was in negotiations at that momentfor a notary’s study, purchased the ‘ Nain jaune,’ and then made his debut in the career of let ters, which he has since pursued as an’his torian with so much distinction. We look leave of Soule. He went off with his false passport, arrived in England, then embarked for the United Suites, where he rng II now addressed Soule thus ; “ Listen } 1 have just arrived from Eng- lai^^—here is my passport. Read the des cription of roy passport, which it contains. .. ......... ’ell app K appeared in the atmosphere ^o rld , and robust health has added its Strong aid in promotion of the honorable ambition of the French advocate of New Orleans. Soul6 married advantageously, and became rich. He has received letters of naturalization, and is become one of the most eloquent of the members of Congress. And finally, he passed through Paris the other day, with the title of Ambacssador. It is likely that Mr. Soule visited, while in Paris, the house N o , 27 Rue Croix des- Petils Champs—if he has not forgotten the number. Portrait of a Mau Destined to a liO nRliiYe. Let me now be permitted to delineate the portrait of a man' destined to Ion;g a proper and well-proport withont, how'ever, being too lall. portrait of a man' destined to lon life. He has a proper and well-proportioned stature, withont, how'ever, being He is rather of the middle size, and some what thick-set. His complexion is hot m id ; a th is seldom a sign of longevity, r approaches rather to the fair •black ; his s h a k ! His proaches rather to the fair than the florid ; at any rate, too much rudeness in His head is at the extremities, rather round than flat. His neck is not too long ; his abdomen does not project; and his hands are large, but not too deep ly cleft. His foot is rather thick than Ion; and his legs are firm and round. He a CI kuc iitic nils, 1 a criminal, and he invoked upoi head the whole rigor of the lav After hir his o \ ^ and frail most eloquently the future ambassador, him, Soule rose also to speak defence. Then it was that this 1 j'oung man revealed himself to us in a new light. Up to that moment the diapason of his voice had never risen above the quietest notes. His counte nance had always preserved a mild and litv. Su infantine serenity. uddenly Soule isme- His voice be- ‘ Three years I” said he. he prison—it is death I The _oor vont live the night!” and Lucasson wept. tamorphosed to our eyes, comes harsh and screaking, his face blazes with animation, his eyes dart lightning, and he gives utterance to an eloquent ire, which, abandoning all traces of defence, becomes in turn accuser, and hurls its flashing epigrams full in the faces of his judges. In one word, he overthrew the skillfully constructed pile which his advo cate, Charles Ledru, had built for his de fence, and burled himself in the ruins. The bench sat unmoved, we must do them that credit; but, for a metiphysical and incomprehensible article of Santo Domin go they condemned him to three years im prisonment. Lucasson, who was silling beside rhe, almost fainted. “ It is not T p boy Lucasson wept. W e left thfl Court house.. Soule was leaning on the arm of Alphonse Rabbe, who said to him : “ M y young friend, one accepts death— but one never accepts the prison.” “ You have yet left the resource of ap peal,” remarked Leon Halevy. . “ A fine resource !” we all of us re plied. Boule himself was silent, and seemed disposed to lake the counsel of Alphonse Rabbe, who was quoting Virgil to him. I/eu / feuge. .■We all assembled at Soule’s and held a counsel. Soule appeared very much de- ?r from very acute suff'er- ing physically than because of his con demnation. It was unanimously admitted by us, that three years imprisonment was, as Lucasson had said, death for the poor consumptive patient. There was only one remedy remaining. F lig h t! But how to fly ? ■ Armand Carrel said, *» When in 1823, at Marseilles, I was compromised out well.” Caron conspiracy, I did not hesitate one moment. I fled, and as you see, it turned “ Yes,” rejoined Rabbe. ” But, my dear Carrel, you were in a seaport, and were watched by the .Marseilles police of 1823, I know that police, When it has lighted its pipe, it wouldn’t disturb itself for a con-, spirator, and it keeps on smoking.” ‘ Higl or, and it keeps on smoking.’ ight!” said Carrel, “ and my escape difficulty. *elf as a Catalonian fish^rnaam and was disguised my- accompanied by three friend*, Francois Vigne', Chevillard, and Jean Jacques Prat. We got on board a felucca at Barcelona--- and all was done. “ That felucca of BarcaJoaa m wanting just now,” said Soule. . Barthelemy, who wa* 0o«m •ftir t® h come my colleague in th^ many Alexandrines, bad' up ^p tfii* till long, also a broad, arched chest; a strong voice, and the faculty of retaining his breath for a long time without difficulty. In general here is a complete harmony in all his parts. His senses are good, but not too •delicate ; his pulse is slow and regular. His stomach is excellent, his appetite is good, an5 his digestion is easy. Thejoys of the table are to hiraofimportance ; they turn his mind to serenity, and his soul par* takes in the pleasure which they commu nicale. He does not eat merely for the sake of eating ; but each meal is an hour of daily festivity ; a kind of delight atten ded with this advantage, in regard to otb Jobn Gilpin in tlie Ring. We have' seen a great many horse racesj horse runaways, and ecceatricilies knd vices, and trickeries of all kinds iii horses, but there was a grand combination of such qualities exhioited by a little mule at Dan Rice’s circus on last Saturday night,which eclipsed every precedent. The perform ance and the showman was not in the hills, and took both audience and show men by surprise, beating manager Rice very badly a t his own game. The dwarl mule has purposely been trained to # x cessive vice. The attempts to ride him l[for a reward offered in the bill) by boys inclined to accaiqulation and distinction, constitutes generaily'an amusing finale to the performances'.^ • ige, in regi that it doe.s not make him poorer, but richer. He eats slowly, and has not much thirst, rapid self-consumption. In general, he is serene, loquacious, active, susceptible of joy, love and hope ; but insensible to th’e impressions of hatred, anger and avarice. His passions never become loo violent or deslruciive. If he ever gives'away to an- eer, he experiences a useful glow of warmth, an arti^ficial and gentlegei fever. without an overflowing of the bile, fond,also, of employment,particuIarly calm meditation and agreeable speculations; is an optimist, a friend to nature and domes tic felicity, has no thirst aftgr, jionour or riches, and banishes all thoughts of to-mor row — A r t o f Prolonging Life. T urkish S tone for the M ovument . .— A block of marble is at UonstaOtinople waiting for a conveyance to the United led by the Sultan as tesii- lony of memory of Was inscription are richly gi tre of what’s called the toogra is the mon- cr cypher, of the sovereign^ and is lent to arms of other countn'e; waiting tor a conveyance to States, intended by the Sultan inony of his respect for the character and ishingloD^ Tbg carving and richly gilded,’ In ifte cen- •‘Abd ul Majid Khan, ogram, equival contains ihe legend- _________ j ___ _ ___ son of the Sultan Mahomoud K ban. Ma; his victories be perpetuated.’ To the right of the toogra is a sprig of fresh roses^which is the particular sign of the young Sultan. Beneath these are two lines in the Turk ish language (which is thus translated in to English,) with the date of the hegira p) l o e o . . riL. _:.i I'the two countries, Khan’s name is written on the Monument of Wathington.’ E P Never prgue with a fppl. The prob ability is that he will never understand you, and if you understand him, you are apt to gain nothing by it. In all proba bility you will, misunderstand each other. The very attempt of a fool to argue,shows the possession of ominous self-esteem. This will always make him suspicious of a su perior. Your very generalities will vex him as so many personalities, and he will be apt to regard his own emptiness of head fay testing physically the strength of yours. Risk nothing with this class of persons. You cannot find a St antagonist in their heads, and should beware of their heels.— Simms. t v A correspondent at Per^; Illinois, mentions the following‘circamslance,’ in a note to the editor. It struck us in the perusal as a somewhat novel standard of ‘ standing,’ and one not altogether flatter ing to our western friends : ‘ Mr. ^ ----- -, applied ibr admission into the Presbyleri- ’as ovbreorne ts, and asr good a Chris tian as most westerm m&n.’ He ‘ passed’ without further question. |Ci* I t ifannounced, for the benefit of ,tho*e penoni who did. not get a sight at it will 0{ittin appear Wfore JjjaykifM 't it«r nifhto oUly, in the ely floored, when Uic( offered $5 to any man who would ^rid< him. A young fellow apparallelled for i rough and tumble, stepped confidently in to the ring, remarking that he believed h< could earn the prize. The mule was trot ted to his side, and the ipeciators prepared of course, for a hearty laugh.. The equeS- trian.nothing daunted by the apparent d ficulty of his task, placed his left hand the animal and jumped aboard, with his back to its head. In a twinklinii he was lying flat, and had encircled the pigmy’ flanks firmly with his arms and crossed his legs under his neck. The novelty of the method inspired the mule with ten tunes its habitual viciousness. Rice lei go the bridle and away they went. There was a short quick run—then an abrupt stop, but the rider stuck like a vice. The animal plunged, reared, kick ed, and then throwing itself to .the ground, rolled madly over and over ag a in ; but, as he got up, there was st#l the incubus, glued fast to its back, and showing no exhaustation nor inclination to get off.— The sport was exciting, and the spectators —nearly two thousand persons—having all left their seats, crowded around the ring. Rice was disconcerted and vexed, and applied his whip so well as to excite the mule into a perfect fury. For full fifteen minutes it underwent a succession of leaps and kicks, and-short swift flights, the like of which only such a rascally mule could undergo. But there was a stubborn match on top. He stuck fast until he had shown his per fect mastery over the stubborn animal,and then loosing his feet jumped upon terra firma to claim the reward. But manager Rice Dore the disappointment with ex ceeding ill-grace. He re/used at first to pay the trifle on the ground of foul riding, but afterwards, the audience being unani mously with the rider, , promised to pay, when the performance was closed. The race, all in all, was more exciting than any we have ever seen over the] course, and took the lead decidedly Of the usual circui performances.— Miss. Dem. T he H ome G randmother .—She is by the fire—a dear old lady, with a nicely crimped cap border, and old fashioned ctacles—as pleasant a picture of the ■andmother,andmother, as anyny livingiving hearth ; gr as a l wish to see. The oracle of the fami- ,he record ot births, deaths and mar- •the narrator of old revolution! ght ones g logs f what we do without the faoime stories, that keep bright ones big and wide awake till the evenin' fall to ashes— 3o grandmo- ults she hides ! ther? How many little fa What a delightful special pleader is she when the rod trembles over the unfortunate urchin’s head ! “ Do you get many lickings ?” inquired a flaxen haired youth of his curly headed playmate. “ No,” was the prompt, half-indignant reply; “ I’ve got a grandmother.” • Love that aged woman. Sit at her feet and learn of her patient lessons from the past. Though she knows no grammar, cannot tell the boundaries of distant States or the history of nations, she has that per haps, which excels all lore—wisdom. She has fought life’s battles and conquered.— She has laid her treasures away-ahd grown purer, stronger, through tears cf sorrow. Never let her feel the sting of ingratitude. S.t at her feet.' She will leach you all ihe dangers of life’s journey, and teach you how to go cheerfully and smilingly to the gale of death, trusting like her in a bliss ful hereafter. S in g l e a m d M a r r i e d L i f e . —-For for- the difference becomes more striking. At 1269, A. D. 1853; «To aid in the per-, ^gj^ty there are only twenty-two unmarried petuation of the friendship existing be- n^en alive, for sixty-eight who have been tween'the two countries, Abd ul Majid married.* At seventy there are ten bach elors to twenty-seven married men, and at eighty there are nine married men to three' single ones. Nearly the same rule holds good in relation to the female sex. Mar ried women at the age of thirty, taking one with, another, may expect to live thirty- six years longer, while, for the unmarried,, expectation of life is only about thirty years. Of those who attain the age of forty-five, there are seventy-two married ladies for fifty-two single ladies. These dataVre the result of actual facts,' by ob* serving the difference of longevity between the married and unmarried— 'Socia/ lie- searches. AnlrisH. Constitutlcn. ‘ Doctor, Jewell, I am In a bad vyay in-r tirely.’ . ‘ What fiiis you, Dan 1’ ‘ i ’rpfh, an’ its more,than I can teil your honor.’ ‘ Are yoii in pain V < The houle time.’ . ‘ Do you sleep any I’ ‘ Divil.a wink, barrin’ an hour or two; when nf^ture poor craythur Is exhausted inlirely.’ ‘ Good appetite ?’ ‘ Not a petatee’s worth.’ ‘ Night sweats f ’ . ‘ You could wring the sheets.^ ’’ ■ ‘ Well j/tiu are in a bad way,Hhal% a fact, but if you’re pradbnl we can build op your constitution.’ • Arrah, docthor, dear, could’nt you got me a new constitution altogether. I would sell the old one for half price ! You would lake it out you know, while I’d be tipsy with the chloroform. S ilip iiiiro iis; A verdant Irish girl just arrived, wad sent to the intelligence office by the Ooms missioners of Emigration, to find a piece at service. She was sent to a restaurant where • stout help’ was wanted, and while the sole of his boot. As soon as the girl saw this, she ran away half frightened to death, and when she reached the intelligence office she was al most breathless. ‘ Why,-what’s the matter with you .?* said the proprietor, seeing her rush into the office in such confusion. ‘ Och 1 sure sir, but yee sint me to the old-divil himself, in human form.’ ‘ What do you mean,— has he dared td insult a ‘ help' from my office ?’ ‘ Yis sir,’ returned the girl,—‘ he’s the. divil.’ ‘ W hat did he do to you—tell me and I will fix him for it,’ said be quite exaspera- ‘ Why, sir, whils I was a talking to him about wages, he turned up the bottom of his fut, and wid a splinter in his fingers sir, he jis guv one strike, and the firefl out of his fut, and burned the slick, and he lighted his segar wid it, right beford me own face. He’s the divil, sure sir !* Do AS I Do.— A well known fast man recently entered the Astor Exchange, or, bar room, where he seldom fails to meet about twenty friends in the ‘smiling’ hours. With his usual heartiness he called up the company, who, nothing loth, at once, fac ed the counter. ‘ You must all do as I do,’ said the hbs eral friend. ‘ O, certainly—of course,’ was the nnan- imous reply. * What is yours going to be ? I shall take pale brandy, was the reply, Apd they all called for P. B. After drinking the wag laid down his shillinging on thehe counter,ounter, andnd immediatelymmediately tired,ired, whisperinghispering in a softt tie, ‘ Do as I dn, gentlemen.'gentlemen.’ The party looked at one another with on t c a i ret w in a sof persuasive ‘ Do as I dn, g mic stare, until one, who finally felt the loftl •’ T h u n d e r!’ a comic stare, ur full force of the idea creeping powe h his hair, exclaimed, ‘ Sold by lowerfully The strict honesty of Bob SimpgJasS deserves to be regard? d as an example to his brethren of the Happy Good Fellow Society. The other night having walked over Cambridge bridge in a zig-zag course; curious and wonderful, he hove up against the toll-house, and giving the toll-gatherer two cents, exclaimed : “ Here (hic’s) ray contribution to the support of the bridge.” “ Yes, the tende ridge. and ther? is one cent over,” said’ “ One cent is the regular loll—hic-=i-hic* ain’t it ?” “ Yes, sir.” “ Well, then, I owe you two, any Way — for if I have not walked every plank in the bridge twice over, the.n—hid—I’m a barber’s pole. So, keep the change old- feller.” ' He reeled away and the admiring toli-i gatherer lost sight of him in the darkness. ly aftj noon, as we stepped on the ferry boat tO cross the river, a full blooded German wo* lan, apparently not lon^ in the cc id who wished long 1 also to ci •ough the gate,-and seated herself upon lench on the floating bridge, supposingf, rselfself to bee on board.ard. Inn a shorthort limee !ountry,‘ toss over, passed a bench her to b on bo I a s tim the boat started, and the woman sprang to' her feet, with horror depicted on her every feature, shouting at the top of her voice— “ Sblop, de poal t shtop de poal ! shtop de poat! Mein G o t! de poat ish proak ! de^ •poat ish proak !” Her uncDntroIable,grief could not be assuaged until sgyg^Qi the wharf a s s u r ^ ^ | ^ l | | ^ i | | g ^ g ^ ^ _ soon be back ;y .**• burgh.— Snuggs,” sa1'H''!HlI^s, as ing home late a t night, wife tip I’ll kick her, because she has ncr the two Wei*0 “ if I find iny; Women, generally, have less courtesy than men. You often see men in steam boats, stage coaches, in churches, and in other public meetings, rise and give their seals to <vomen,and the women seat tnem- selves quietly without a word of acknowl edgement,^ And so with a thousand other attentions,* which are rendered and receiv- ed without a smile or a ‘‘ thank ye,” in return. They might say, “ You are very kind, sir,’ if nothing moie. “ A*censorious lady,” of Mttry Barton, i ~ dress of a recehtf ‘ that black silk well, but bombaziri deeper sense o f hei^ B?* According to cent authorities, ChiiS four hundred miliionii the population of the | of inhelMtenti to « tl htindred end eif rays the author ing upon the \ widow, said ler extretnely tve shown a Md most Mpulation of ^one-half of |h e number i* ihrt* dies for nolbii I’ll lick he:r, g up wood i and if &he’*s gone to. bed lause she has no business --I. Wlic; u p X 11 RlGli ucri, business to be burning up wood and cau-: )lbing, and 3 because sfie has nc to go to bed before I do.” “ Muggs,” ’saysi Secretary Snuggs,, “ if we find any free- soilers in office in Massachusetts, we’ll turn them out, because they have no business' to be anything else.” Between tlrunken Muggs and Secretary Snuggs, there isn’t difference enough to pay for weighing.— bpriagfield Republican. As a proof of the fact that girls are useful articles, and that the world' >could’* not g e t along very well without them, a ' writer states it as a fact, that if all thegirJs' were driven out of the world, in bnegeh- e'raiion, the boys would go after theroV Down East there resides a, ceriaio MI IJ#- One very cold n’ghti he wds aroused froitf . ’ his slumbers fay a Yery loud knocking At , bis door. After some be|irtalioii, _ | | to the window and asked ' 'I ‘ ‘’Friend,” ‘‘ to stay here alt night.’’ was the benevolefit reply.! ; grief,” it Wtt* n %■ . 5 , - • -v.;' - - - '■ ■■ ,
