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Poetry ---------------------- For the North Star MIGHT MAKES RIGHT. One morning in spring, as I passed by the lea Of a wealthy old farmer, residing at B--; A large flock of crows on my left I espied, Around an old horse that had recently died. The Congress was opened, and the Bill that was pending, Declared that they all had the right of attending, And of equally sharing whate'er was intended For the whole tribe in common; and thus they contended. Some argued the right of discovery gave A title so good, that none but a knave Would question the right, or even once dare To set up his claim for an equal share. While others in turn endeavored to prove, That the true bond of union is the bond of love; And that what was designed for all, should not be Claimed by monopoly, or any foul plea. This donkey, they said, the farmer had meant, As a donation gift, the crows to prevent From pulling his corn, when seed-time should come, Which they surely would do, unless they had some. Then eight or ten crows, more knavish than wise, Asserted that they had discovered this prize; And by the laws of nations, as well as of crows, If they did not retreat, they'd soon come to blows. At length, after long and boist'rous debating, And fears in the heart of the farmer awaking, The dominant few put the feeble to flight, Then pled in excuse, that "Might makes right." In the crook of the fence, his well-chosen lobby, Sat the farmer astride of his other old hobby, And heard all their reasons, both pro and con, And forming his purpose, to his house he rode on. He said to himself, "If this doctrine be true, That 'Might makes right,' then why should not you Destroy every one of these crows which you see So merrily chaunting their conquering glee? "For I think, by and by, with hunger forlorn, This gift being eaten, they'll pull up my corn, And declare that the right of discovery makes The discoverer owner of all that he takes." So he took down his gun from the hooks over head, And charging it well with powder and lead, Shot every old crow that had ever contended, That "Might makes right," and here it all ended. MORAL. Let the tyrants around, who this doctrine proclaim, That "Might makes right," repent of their shame, Ere the God of the sky, the earth, and the sea, Blast all their proud hopes, and the nations set free. IRA T. MERRILL. ---- From the National Era COMING HOME. BY MISS PHOEBE CAREY. How long it seems since first we heard The cry of "Land in sight!" Our vessel surely never sailed So slowly till to-night. When we discerned the distant hills, The sun was scarcely set, And now the noon of night has passed, They seem no nearer yet. Where the blue Rhine reflected back Each frowning castle wall, Where, in the forest of the Hartz, Eternal shadows fall-- Or where the yellow Tiber flowed By the old hills of Rome, I never felt such restlessness, Such longing for our home. Dost thou remember, oh, my friend, When we beheld it last, How shadows from the setting sun, Upon our cot were cast? Three summer-times upon its walls, Have shone for us in vain; But, oh, we're hastening homeward now, To leave it not again. There, as the last star dropped away From night's imperial brow, Did not our vessel round the point? The land looks nearer now! Yes, as the first faint beams of day Fell on our native shore, They're dropping anchor in the bay, We're home, we're home once more! ---- From the North American and United States Gazette. "FRANCE IS FREE." BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. A great voice wakes a foreign land, And a mighty murmur sweeps the sea, While nations, dumb with wonder stand, To note what what it may be; The word rolls on like a hurricane's breath, "Down with the tyrant--come life or death, France must be free!" "Upharsin" is writ on the Orleans wall, And it needs no prophet to read the word-- The King has flown from his palace hall, And there the mob is heard! They shout in the heat of their maddened glee: (What sound can compare with a nation's cry, When it leaps from bondage to liberty?) The voice sweeps on like a hurricane's breath, And the wondering world hears what is saith-- "France! France is free!" The rough-shod foot of the people tramps Through the silken rooms of royalty, And over the floor the mirrors and lamps Lie like the shattered monarchy! They have grasped the throne in their irony, And have borne it aloft in mockery; But as if the ghost of a king might be Still wielding a shadowy sceptre there, They dash it to earth, and trample it down, Shivered to dust, with the Orleans crown, And shout with a voice that rends the air, "France, France is free!" Oh, joy to the world! the hour is come, When the nations to freedom awake, When the royalists stand agape and dumb, And monarchs with terror shake! Over the walls of majesty "Upharsin" is writ on the words of fire, And the eyes of the bondmen, wherever they be, Are lit with their wild desire. Soon, soon shall the thrones that blot the world, Like the Orleans, into the dust be hurled, And the word roll on, like a hurricane's breath, Till the farthest slave hears what is saith, Arise, arise, be free!" ---- APOSTROPHE TO THE PRESS. BY JAS. W. COFFORTH. Engine of Intellect! whose mysterious might Controls the subtle universe of mind-- Thy magic influence, like the electric light, Pervades and quickens all the radiance bright; The loftiest genius that has blessed mankind, Though gifted with an all immortal fire, Denied the blessings of thy kindly aid, Would for a moment flicker and then fade, Or, like a meteor, dubiously expire. The delicate thought thou canst materialize, And unto unborn centuries assign-- Sharing immortality with the skies, And upon man conferring gifts divine. Ye guardians of the Press! how great your sway Of good or evil! What an awful trust; The minds of nations do your power obey, You fashion them as potters mould their clay, Which precious may become, or worthless dust, As they may will. In virtue's cause Be all your efforts spent, opposed to lust, Support your country's dignity and laws; Avenge the wronged and succor the oppressed, And blessing others, ye yourselves most blessed. Selections. ---------------------- From the Washington County Journal. WOMAN. ---- ----"Is woman's lovely frame A gemless casket, fitted not to claim The eye's devotion? Though she permits your rougher hand to bear The rod of power--your loftier brow to wear The glittering badge of sovereignty, she still Directs, unseen, the sceptre at her will. Wisdom may act, determine, or approve, Still the prime mover is and must be love." To expatiate upon the social condition of woman, and to exhibit many traits in the female character, is a loft, touching, and lovely theme. It is lofty, as it opens a field for the investigation of all the nobler qualities of the human mind. It is touching and lovely, as in them are exhibited the emotions of the heart, the moving springs that prompt to deeds of charity and mercy. In them, we discover the source of the tender sensibilities and moral affections. While panegyric sinks before the names of Hemans, Sigourney, and many others made immortal by their literary productions, it may not be uninteresting to notice some of the relations incident to them as social beings, and which are important to them, either as securing their happiness or misery. Woman in our social compact occupies a position, apparently, so elevated, so merited, and so firmly established, that it may hardly be though, by some, to furnish a field of sufficient interest to attract our attention, or demand a flourish of the pen. If it is true, that the social relations, in this our beloved land, secure to woman all the privileges and rights which Heaven designed should fall to her lot, she now participates, what has required centuries to effect. The benign influences that now cluster around her path, are the result of that expansion of intellect, and that development of the moral attributes, that ages alone produced. The various causes, that combined to work the vast changes, the benefit of which she now experiences, are found in revelation--have been multiplied by the progress of science--owe their origin to the light of Christianity, and present an interesting feature of the annals of the past. But it is not true, that even in our land of "warm hearts and open hands," she receives the regards her natural abilities and the important position she occupies demand. She moves within a sphere, the radiating influences of which are to be pure, lovely, holy, or of the most debasing character, proportionate to the nature of the fountain from whence they spring. She moulds each successive generation. She impresses the youthful mind with a signet that time connot efface -- that reaches through and takes a firm hold of immortality, "Then say to mother, what a holy charge Is theirs; with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountain of new-born intellect." Art may embellish, rigid science may expand and expose to view the hidden treasures of the mind; but 'tis left to the soft pencilings of the gifted mother's hand, to impress on the heart, in living characters, the attribute to be prized above all others, virtue. If such, then, be her heavenly calling, how lovәly, how sacred her mission! She is not a "gemless casket." The field of her labor is as broad as time itself, and as varied as her eccentricities of character. Blest with a versatility of genius by nature--equal to or surpassing that of her self-created lord--it is soon developed when brought within the influence of civilization, and burnished by the spirit of refinement. There is a chord running through society, touched by the magic of her hand, whose vibrations every heart can feel. Do we turn to the pages of antiquity to learn her early history, we there often find the impress of her lovely character.-- In the most ancient record to which we have access, we find that woman was created equal with man, or that in the creation, the term man is to be taken in its generic sense, as comprehending both sexes, and for reasons therein given, we find the following declaration, "That man shall leave his father and mother, and shall cleave unto his wife, and they shall be one flesh," which shows in what light the Creator of the human family regarded the marital obligations, and the equality of the sexes. And that woman, at an early day, exercised an influence over mad, is strikingly exhibited in the case of Adam and Eve. And as an evidence of the tenacity of female friendship, we have an early example in the wife of Cain. For when God has pronounced sentence of banishment upon Cain, and put a mark upon him, his wife endured with meekness the mortifying sentence, and cheerfully with him suffered the penalty. ADAH.--"Cain' thou hast heard we must go forth, I am ready; So shall our children be. I will bear Enoch, And you his sister. Ere the sun declines, Let us depart, nor walk the wilderness Under the cloud of night. Nay, speak to me, To me--thine own. CAIN--Leave me! ADAH--Why, all have left thee! CAIN--And wherefore lingerest though? Dost thou not fear To dwell with one who hath done this? ADAH-- I fear Nothing except to leave thee, much as I Shrink from the deed that leaves thee brotherless. --------My office is Henceforth to dry up tears, not to shed them, But yet, of all who mourn, none mourn like me; Now, Cain, I will divide they burden with thee. CAIN--Eastward from Eden will we take our way; 'Tis the most desolate, and suits my steps." And if woman, by reason of partaking of the forbidden fruit, subjected herself to the penalty of having her sorrows increased, and that man should rule over her--Christianity teaches us that this sway should not be of a despotic and tyrannical nature; but one of kindness, being interested for her welfare and the promotion of her happiness. In early history, though doomed to suffer, through the neglect of man, or in consequence of ignorance, barbarism, and a debased state of society, yet as the glittering diamond discovers itself in the dark, so has she, by the brilliant display of intellect, often burst the surrounding gloom and excited the admiration of the world. "How fine and marvellous the subtle intellect is, Beauty's Creator! it adorns the body And lights it like a star. It shines forever; and like a watch-tower To the infidel, shows there is a land to come." Her countenance, expressive with the artless smile that wins the heart-- graceful and elastic in her movements--gentle and confiding in her bearing, barbarism itself, through her entreaty, sinks to pity, and melts to tender sympathy. At her nod, the savage incantations cease, the kindling flame is quenched, the avenger's hand is stayed, and innocence, unoutraged, goes smiling on her way. If in the savage or hunter state, the position assigned her is that of a menial slave--a beast of burden--and her beauty, her loveliness, constitute the basis of her value; relatively, she is as highly prized and as much appreciated by her wild untutored lord, as she is by her enlightened though hardly less severe trsk-master, in a state where art and science have embellished, and brought into lively exercise, powers, alike possessed by her in nature, differing perhaps in degree, whether born, where "The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone, Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease." Or where "The naked negro panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave." Appreciation, then, in the savage or civilized state, without the ability and the disposition to elevate, is the same. Relatively, there is but little difference in the social relations--as between the sexes--in any age. By the savage, she is prised for possessing qualities that shall most and best conduce to his comfort and happiness. Among enlightened, she is scarcely prized for anything more or less. If in enlightened society, she moves in a more exalted sphere--'tis even so with the opposite sex. The gradual progress of civilization and refinement, slowly elevated woman from her original situation, to a position more congenial to her character and genius. No sooner eid the light of science begin to dispel the darkness of barbarism, which had for ages brooded over the earth with the blackness of midnight, and begin to exert its genial influence over the human mind, enervated for centuries by superstition and ignorance, than woman, with man, released from mental bondage, acquires a position in society more appropriate and important. Men of enlightened minds begin to esteem her for her many virtues, and admire her lovely character. Many were deified and venerated equally with the male deities, which indicates how much the sex by them was prized. Still, her condition in Greece, the cradle of European intellect and civilization, show that, even when Greece was at the zenith of here refinement and glory, woman had not acquired that station in society which her genius peculiarly fitted. By the forced and artificial institutions of Sparta, she was taught to cultivate and admire those qualities which belong exclusively to the masculine sex--to wrestle, almost in a state of nudity, promiscuously with men; to rejoice over the death of her son if he fell gloriously in battle; to practise the crime of infanticide upon her too feeble offspring, and to sacrifice every feminine quality to the military success of the republic. At Athens, the birth place of taste and refinement, the value of intellectual female society was better acknowledged and felt. But there, usage and custom, more despotic and more tyrannical than law, exacted of virtuous and ingenuous woman a life of seclusion.-- Hence, but few attained to much distinction; and they highly accomplished, celebrated by poets, courted by philosophers and princes, sustaining doubtful characters, ruled the world of taste, beauty, and refinement, and usurped among the spiritual and beauty loving Greeks those regards that belong to purity and virtue alone. It remains, then, for Civilization and Christianity combined, to give her that high position evidently designed by God, and to secure to her the full fruition of all the immunities that her natural capacities and the advantages of civilization claim for her. The more expanded her intellect -- the purer her virtue--the severer her chastity--the more exalted will be her position, the more powerful the influence she will exert over man. She being an object of man's solicitude, the more he associates with her, the more will his character assimilate itself to hers. 'Tis a principle in morals, no less true that its consequences are terrible or commendable, that man assimilates himself to the character of the object he loves or worships. If he admires the contentious and brawling woman, he will soon become a warlike and villanous man. If he admires that feature of the female character which is symbolical of the moral attributes, virtue, chastity, love, and everything that gives life and energy to godlike acts, the hard, unmalable parts of his moral fabric become softened, and soon his whole character is changed. His lion-like ferocity is subdued. His gross nature is soon refined, and as by magic, the hard-hearted, hard-fisted man, the groveling, niggardly cormorant becomes the polished gentleman. Does the world of letters, or the vast field of human science, present to the gifted mind allurements that successively draw into deep exercise every element of the intellectual combination, the literary conflict won, the mystic problem solved, the charm that held the mind, thus taxed to its extremest stretch, now seeks repose. And where can it be found, but with the sublime, the heaven-born influences that along can be enjoyed where the social relations are kept pure and sacred. 'Tis there that the mental or physical labor looks for that enjoyment which nowhere else can be found. 'Tis there that the exhausted mind is ready to acknowledge the truth, that though "Wisdom may act, determine, or approve, Still the prime mover is and must be love." It matters little whether we contemplate Palmyra's proud and gifted queen, issuing from her lofty gates upon the plains that surround that ancient but gorgeous city, with her countless legions enlisted in her cause "to the death," through the magic of her queenly bearing--a token of her resistless sway--to mingle in blood carnage, hand to hand with her enemies; or at her bidding, burst from the conflict, to seek protection from the sanguine field within the city's walls; or whether we listen to the wisdom and power of her counsels, when in the midst of her assembled ministers of State, men gifted in all the learning of their time, and having much experience, she astounds them with the vastness of her mighty projects, elicits their profound attention by the beauties and reasonableness of her logic; and in the originality of her designs, alike excites their wonder and admiration. In speechless amazement they listen till the pleasure of thought becomes painful, till they can no longer restrain their emotions, and then, in accents of merited applause, simultaneously break out with "Long live our matchless Zenobia!" It matters little whether we contemplate the long celebrated Cleopatra, by her beauty, her fascinations, subjecting to her sway the conqueror of a world, a Cæsar, one of the greatest warriors of which history speaks, or when summoned to the Judgment Hall to receive sentence of expatriation or death--we behold her, by artifice, subvert the channels of justice, win to her favor and excite the admiration and love of her judge--forgetful of other martial obligations--an obtain the half an empire. If we are surprised that she could so hold enslaved the affections of an Anthony, a Triumvir of the Roman Empire, as that he should stab himself on hearing of her death, we can hardly be less astonished to witness her giving audience, at the same time, to seven different nations, speaking their languages as fluently as her own. Without multiplying examples, I say it matters little in what aspect we view the mighty influences these heroines, centuries past, exerted over the destinies of men and empires. On either hand we see their fearful power. In it we recognize those remarkable traits, often strikingly exhibited in the female character, which commend them to us as objects worthy our profound regard and deep solicitude, which furnishes evidence that rather militates against the somewhat accredited doctrine, that "man is the lord of creation," and evidence that the term man, when used in this connection, is to be taken in its generic sense; and evidence, too, that, in this universal administration, neither one could with propriety say to the other, "I have no need of thee." If, then, the deduction drawn be true, and is, that it would be hazardous to annihilate from the face of the earth either species of the human family, the conclusion follows that the relations between the two are and must be of a deeply interesting character; that these relations should be fostered with the greatest care, the interests of each should ever be regarded as the mutual interest of both. That as they are concomitants of the physical world, only moving in different spheres, and are each, by their immortality, equally allied to the spiritual existence; their physical beings should be nurtured, educated, exercised, differing only as to the orbits in which they move; while their spiritual being should be equally subject to and receive the same discipline. Then away with the idea, that after man, woman was created, to pander to his wants, his passions, appetite and lust. Woman was born to a noble, more exalted, holier calling. And of that day, when she shall fully enjoy the high behests that her calling merits, we may well say, "Sweet day, so pure, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky." Though, possibly, her mind may not be so strong and penetrating as that of man, yet, doubtless, she possesses a greater versatility of genius. While the one is cumbrous and sluggish in its movements, and like time moves slowly on, the other, with its natural elasticity and quickness of apprehension, grasps subject after subject in quick succession. Is she desirous of figuring in the world of letters, she soon attains to literary distinction. Does she crave her minstrelsy, the muse, at her bidding, adds numbers to her son. By her frequent investigations of developments in solid science, she soon merits more solemn praise. If like man, she is subject to passion, while the former feels but little compunction of conscience for his crime, she, like Althea, kills herself in grief. Patient, enduring, she is scarcely less irresistible than man in the accomplishment of any object. That she possesses a large share of man's affections, in every age of the world, is now too well understood to require further argumentative support. The heathen idolator, having but a faint idea of the Christian's God, deifies the object of his youthful passion, Her spirit having flown to the spirit land, fruitful in his imagination as to the transit of the cherished object of his devotions, and subject to wild vagaries, the fruitful progeny of ignorance, he thinks he discovers in the starry panoply a new constellation, It is the lonely star of his idolatry. It is to him the spirit of his love, beckoning him hence to join her in her celestial residence.-- And if he does not at once, with the hand of desperation, give exit to his life, he sacrifices to the object of his deification, with a devotedness that should put to shame the fait adoration of the Christian worshipper. If, then, 'tis thus, that by the heathen--a people with whom virtue and chastity possess no charm, and speak a language unheard by the savage ear--woman is regarded, what a rising greatness awaits her when a knowledge of the arts and sciences and refinement shall supersede ignorance and barbarism--when fanaticism, superstition and bigotry shall give place to the peaceful elevating influences of Christianity. By nature, she is fitted to occupy a position as elevated and dignified as her self-created mater. And though she is often treated by him as his drudge, or a convenient piece of household furniture, 'tis but a striking evidence of his mental imbecility and moral depravity. It argues nothing against her being as intellectual as himself, or that she is not admirable calculated to administer to his physical pleasures and to his mental entertainment--to check the outbreakings of his more violent nature--to soften the too hard features of his sterner character--to cultivate the more tender feelings of his soul, and to exert upon him that pacifying influence without which he had been a brute. A SINGULAR STORY. ---- A correspondent of the National Era translated the following article from the Magazin Universel, published in Paris. "I am about to recount a story, which, like many others of the same kind, Mr. Thomason, a missionary, has lately told in a public meeting held on the subject of slavery. A young physician, of much merit and knowledge, made a journey from his native town in one of the Northern States to a town in Mississippi. This young man, whose name was Wallis, took lodgings in a furnished house.-- The mistress of it, a young woman about twenty years old, inspired in him the most ardent love. Although the color of the young woman was not of the purest white, the doctor having no prejudice against the colored race, offered her his hand, which was accepted. The marriage took place almost secretly, and the happy couple went soon afterwards to establish themselves in Washington, in the District of Columbia. They had not been there long, where they lived peaceably and retired, when one morning an individual, who had the appearance of a gentleman, presented himself at Dr. Wallis's, under the pretence of business. The conversation proceeded, when the stranger addressed the following indiscreet question to the doctor:-- "Did you bring a woman with you from the South, sir?" "No, sir; I do not understand you." "How!" rejoined the stranger, "did not your wife come with you from Mississippi?" "I believe she was born in that country," said the doctor. "Well your wife, as you call her, is my slave; and unless you pay me immediately nine hundred dollars for her purchase, I will, to-morrow advertise her as a runaway slave. In fact, she is worth a thousand dollars at least; but, as you have married her, I will abate something." "Your slave!" exclaimed the astonished doctor "that is impossible." "Whether you believe me or not," cried the other, "you must give her up, or pay the money. If, in twenty-four hours, the money is not sent to my hotel, I promise you, my dear sir, that you will see the name of Mrs. Wallis in the newspaper, as that of a fugitive slave." As soon as the man was gone, the doctor went to his wife, whose good qualities, virtues, and graces, rendered her so dear to him. "My dear angel," said he, "when we were married, were you a slave?" "Yes, I was, she confessed, at the same time shedding abundant tears." "Why did you not tell me before the ceremony was performed?" "I did not dare do it. Could I have expected you would ally yourself to a slave?" "Well, now I know it, I will give the nine hundred dollars required, for I love you too much to consent to a separation." During this short dialogue, Mrs. Wallis was laboring under the most lively agitation. She asked her husband to describe the appearance of the claimant, which he did as exactly as possible; then he asked her whether the description answered to that of her ancient master. "Yes," said she, casting down her eyes; "he is more than my master; he is my father." --------------------------- THEODORE D. WELD. ---- Mr. Stanton, while on his way to Washington, called on that remarkable man, and thus writes in the Emancipator: "I spent half the day with THEODORE D. WELD. He is living somewhat retired on his farm at Belleville, New Jersey, about ten miles from this city. Though his views of some subjects have materially changed from what they were when in years gone by, his helmet shone conspicuous in the thickest of the fray, he is still an observant spectator of the great conflict; and in my judgment, certainly in my hope, the time is not far distant when he will again mingle in humanity's battle. Would it not be a gallant sight to see the early champion of the Anti-Slavery enterprise once more with shield and buckler, and lance in rest, taking the field! How his clear and courageous voice, sounding to the charge, used to send the life-blood of freedom galloping through the veins of the "consecrated host!" What compactness of argument--what keenness of analysis--what fertility of illustration -- what splendor of imagination--what fervor of appeal--what mastery of the vast outlines and of the minute details of question, used to mark his efforts with tongue and pen! And though he is now in retirement, and may never strike another blow for the cause, and may sink into his grave years hence almost forgotten, yet who shall complain? During the five years he labored as incessantly, he did the work of an age. But I hope his sun is not yet set. Though his bodily health is impaired, he still have the physical vigor of no ordinary man, while his mind glows as brightly as of yore. --------------------------------- COALS OF FIRE.--A worthy old colored woman in the city of New York was walking one day along the street quietly smoking her pipe. A jovial sailor rendered a little mischievous by liquor, came sailing down, and when opposite the old woman, saucily pushed her aside, and with a pass of his hand, knocked the pipe out of her mouth. He than halted to hear her fret at his trick and enjoy a laugh at her expense. But what was his astonishment when she meekly picked up the pieces of her broken pipe, without the lease resentment in her manner; and giving him a dignified look of mingled sorry, kindness, and pity, said, "God forgive you, my son, as I do.', --It touched a tender chord in the heart of the rude tar. He felt ashamed, condemned, and repentant. The tear started in his eye--he must make reparation. He heartily confessed his error, and thrusting both hands into his full pockets of change, forced the contents upon her, exclaiming, "God bless you, kind mother. I'll never do so again." THE PARIS PRINTERS ---- About the middle of September, the journeyman printers of Paris made the usual arrangements to celebrate their annual dinner. For several years not the slightest opposition had been offered to their so doing; particularly as the banquet was of a social and private character, wholly unconnected with politics. But already had ministers and their friends entered upon the false and fatal path which led them to destruction. The banquet was to have taken place at a restaurant. Just as the body of workmen were about to sit down, a commissary of police ordered them to disperse. Being backed, as the man in office was, by municipal guards and soldiers, the artizans, after protest, obeyed; but, determined not to be baulked of their feast, demanded permission of a printer, known for his liberal opinions, to meet on his private premises, outside the town. The printer acceded; and as the law distinctly allows meetings in a private house, on the proprietor's own responsibility, no fear was felt for the result. But, with the idea which now actuated the prefect of police, guided as he was by the cabinet, legality was of little moment. Scarcely had the printers reassembled at the locale which had been generously placed at their disposal, ere some hundreds of soldiers, municipal guards, and a commissary of police presented themselves anew, entered the printer's house, and forcibly dispersed the assembly; which, however, as a last resort, scattered itself in knows of ten and fifteen, in the neighbouring estaminets, restaurateurs, and wine shops. Here, however, again the idefatigable police appeared, and summoned the proprietors to turn them out. This insolent outrage excited little notice at the time; but that it was not without effect may be surmised from the fact that every journeyman printer in Paris turned out against the government during the three days of February, 1848.--St. John's Revolution in 1848. -------------------------------------- THE FATE OF THE INVENTOR OF THE GUILLOTINE.--His retreat was so profound that it was said, and readily believed, that he, too, had fallen a victim of his own invention. But it was not so; he was indeed imprisoned during the Jacobin reign of terror, his crime being, it is said, (Gugot, p. 3,) that he testified an indiscreet indignation of a proposition made to him by Danton, to superintend the construction of a triple guillotine. There is no doubt that a double instrument was thought of, and it is said that such a machine was made. and intended to be erected in the great hall of the Palais de Justice; but it was certainly never used, and we should very much, and for many reasons, doubt whether it could have been a design of Danton. The general jail delivery of the 9th Thermidor released Guillotin, and he afterwards lived, in a decent mediocrity of fortune, at Paris, esteemed, it is said, by a small circle of friends, but overwhelmed by a deep sensibility to the great, though we cannot say wholly undeserved, misfortunate, which had rendered his name ignominious, and his very existence a subject of fearful curiosity. He just lived to see the restoration, and died in his bed, in Paris, on the 26th of May, 1814, aged 76.--Quarterly Review. ------------------------------- PRECOCITY OF INTELLECT.--Having watched the growth of the young mind a good deal, I am less and less in love with precocity, which, indeed is often a mere manifestating of disease--the disease of a very fine, but very weak nervous organization. Your young Rosciuses, and all your wonder of that kind, generally end in the feeblest of common-place. There is no law, however, precise and absolute in the matter. The difference of age at which men attain maturity of intellect, and even of imagination, is very striking.--The tumultuous heat of the youth has certainly given birth to many of the noblest things in music, painting and poetry; but no less fine productions have sprung from the ripeness of years.-- Chatterton wrote all his beautiful things exhausted all hopes of life, and saw nothing better than death at the age of eighteen. Burns and Byron died in their thirty-seventh year, and I think the strength of their genius was over. Raphael, after filling the world with divine beauty, perished at thirty-seven; Mozart earlier. These might have produced still greater works. On the other hand, Handel was forty-eight before he "gave the world assurance of a man." Dryden came up to London from the provinces, dressed in Norwich drugget, somewhat above the age of thirty, and did not even know that he could write a line of poetry. Yet what towering vigor and swinging ease all at once in "glorious John!" Milton had, indeed written his Comus at twenty-six; but blind, and "fallen on evil days and evil tongues," he was upward of fifty when he began his great work. Cowper knew not his own might till he was far beyond thirty, and his Task was not written until near his fiftieth year. Sir Walter Scott was also upward of thirty before he published his Minstrelsy, and all his greatness was yet to come.-- Aird's Old Bachelor. -------------------------------------- TIME LOST.--One of the sands in the hour-glass of time is, beyond comparison, more precious than gold. In nothing is waste more ruinous, or more sure to bring unavailing regrets. Better to throw away money than moments; for time is much more than money. As we lose our days, we incur at increasing risk of losing our souls. "The life-blord of the soul runs out in wasted time." The years which have winged their flight have gone to the recording angels; and what is the "report they have borne to heaven?" 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BROOKE Publishing Agent. ------------------------------------ NORTHAMPTON WATER CURE. ---- Electricity and Hydropath. THE public are respectfully informed, that since the philosophical deductions of the learned Dr. Means, of Emery College, Ga., and the scientific experiments of Mr. Hemmer of England,* have recently and indubitably established the fact, that the conclusions at which the undersigned arrived by the sense of touch, in 1844, are in harmony with natural and physiological laws--to wit, that the human body, in a healthy condition, is in a positive electrical state, and that the electrical emanations from the cuticular surface, indicate health, or the symptoms and character of disease--there is some reason to hope, that certain physicians, ignorant of these principles or natural laws, a knowledge of which is essential to the safe and intelligent practice of the healing art, will cease their vociferations against the POSTIVE ELECTRICAL STATE of the human body, and will hesitate to dissuade those whom they have failed to relieve of their complaints, from seeking nature's remedy at the NORTHAMPTON WATER CURE. Thus sustained by the light of science, the undersigned may be permitted here to repeat his experience, that, in all cases where the wrist, stomach, or lungs, are in the electro-negative condition, the patient is beyond the power of water to afford relief. On the other hand, when the parts of the body alluded to, are in the electro-positive state, however disarranged, there is ground to hope for a cure. Had not the results of past years' practice already convinced the public of the safety or truthfulness of the principles by which the undersigned is governed, in detecting the symptoms and character of disease, and practising the cure, the recent scientific demonstration of their correctness, by Professor Means and Mr. Hemmer, could not fail to convince the most incredulous. Gratefully appreciating the credit so generously awarded for his success as a Hydropathic Practitioner, by a discerning public, and the gratitude evinced by those whom he has had the pleasure to relieve of their complaints, the undersigned will assiduously endeavor to sustain the credit, and merit that gratitude, in the case of every invalid who may afford him an opportunity to effect a cure, by his original and philosophical method of practice. The Northampton Water Cure is pleasantly situated near Bensonville, on the west bunk of Licking Water, or Mill River, about two and a half miles from the centre of town. It is conveniently arranged, with separate parlors, bathing and dressing-rooms, for Ladies and Gentlemen, well ventilated and conveniently furnished lodging rooms, and a variety of baths, supplied with water, which, for abundance, purity, and adaptedness to water-cure purposes, is unsurpassed by that of any other establishment in this country. The scenery in this vicinity is picturesque and romantic. There are a variety of pleasant walks, sufficiently retired, to allow water-cure patients to appear as they should, plainly dressed, enjoying their rambles without being exposed to public gaze or observation. Among the complaints which are here successfully treated are headache, tendency of blood to the head, cold extremities, general and nervous debility, bronchitis, pulmonary affection, liver complain, jaundice, acute or chronic inflammation of the bowels, piles, dyspepsia, general debility, nervous and spinal affections, inflammatory and chronic rheumatism, neuralgia, sciatica, lame limbs, paralysis, fevers, salt rheum, scrofulous and erysipelas humors. All patients who visit this establishment for a course of treatment, should furnish themselves with three comfortables, three woollen blankets, one or tow linen and three cotton sheets, two pillow cases, six or eight crash towels, some well worn linen, to cut for fomentations, and old cloak or mantle, an umbrella, and a pair of slippers Terms for treatment and board are $ 50 to $8 50 per week, payable weekly--washing extra. Patients requiring extra attention or fire in their rooms, (except for swathing purposes,) will furnish their own nurses and fuel, or pay an extra price. D. RUGGLES. Northampton, March 1848. N.B. Visitors to the Establishment, from the east, west, or south, can take the cars of the Conn. River Railroad at Springfield. Carriages will always be in readiness at the Northampton depot, to convey them hither. ---- * The human blood, in a normal and healthy condition of the human system, is in a positive state, which is constantly maintained by the activity of the generating sources within--an excess generally passing off in silence from the cuticular surface, so that out of 356 experiments made by Mr. Hemmer of English, upon the "uncovered skin" 322 indicated the presence of positive electricity. This surplusage of the fluid upon the surface, we believe to be indispensable to the healthful condition of the whole animal economy, and that when, from any cause, is is diminished or ceases, diseased action ensues." See address, delivered before the Medical College of Georgia, at the opening of its annual session, Nov. 8, 1847, by A. Means, A. M., M.D., Professor of Chemistry and Pharmacy, and Professor of Physical Science in Emory College, Ga., page 25.
