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-. - . .o,-. 2 owterafic 3ournaL, ewvolet to iIjt Soui) auV Soutlyrn digts, 1iia, Catft 1e s, Cithrature, :fderait Emyrnct, agricu ture "We will cling to the Pillars of the Temple o Liberties, and If It must fall, we will Perish amidst the Ruins. SIKMINS, DURISOE & CO., Proprietors. EDGEFIELD, S. OCTOBER 13, 185L. . Written for the Advertiser. * Dear Lord, we thank Thee for the SUMMER RAIN! -0 O the rain! the'rain! the summer rain! The rustling of theleaves, and the murmurings of the rain! Kind Father, we thank thee for the summer rain! The parched earth, and the blue sky ; the hearts of the flowers,'and of all the dear old Farmers, are beautifully refreshed, and so are.we. Poor, dear Papa Lindsay has been praying for these showers throughout the month of June; and last night whilst Paul Randal and Meta Morris sat talking, so cozily, behind the vines, they overheard him say to a neighbor who was passing by, "0, you must look up, up, Brother Pollard, 'there's a bright day coming, yet,' and you may lay aside your long face, for we will, most as suredly, have rain before morning. Tell Parson Childers, as you pass by, that he may put a great many rejoicings in his sermon for next Sunday." Paul and Meta both ran to the edge of the piazza to see the approaching storm ; but strange to say, not a cloud was to be seen, and of course they thought that Papa Lindsay was either c rizy or dreaming. However, I do not know but they were too happy to see clouds just then. Sweet, sweet words had been spoken, and their whole inner world was a-glow with sunlight, and star light;-r-the soul-fires burned so beautifully upon their altars, that no shadows were to be seen, neither in the heavens above thei, nor in their . bright spiritual. land. Even two hours later when they bade each other adieu in the door-way, (and Paul kissed both her hands too, but dont you tell Papa Lindsay, for he will think that his little Meta loves Paul too well-though of course she don't)-yes, even two hours -later, as we started to say, there were millions of stars out around the young moon, and all looked so bright, that no one, I *am very sure, excepting Papa Lindsay, or some other old fogy of a weather. prophet, would have thought of rain. However, the old man's words were really prophetic of the times; for before morning dawned, a most refreshing shower had fallen, which made the little world, round about " Happy Farm" radiant * with freshness and verdure. Even Paul as he eamte in, early in the morning with his fishing tacle, according to promise, to take Meta with ii pon-tiemTnisfor the day; looked as if he might have had a sound drenching, so re freshed did he appear. Meta told him so; and he replied, "you are the sole cause, ma belle Cousin, of all the droughts in my soul ; so you must not complain if you find me at all sultry." But Paul is a dear clever fellow and never gets in ugly hmour sto frighten one out of one's wits,-dont you hate people who get in bad hu mours? However, we left sunlight and dew drops upon the meadows, and we were talking about little Meta Morris and Paul, and the pleas ant weather, and not about ugly and ill-natured people. - " And you thank God for a dreary, drizzling rain," say you ? 0, thou poor little denizen of the stifling City, bast thou no cottage home deep in the green woods, where thou mayest repair at least once a year, that thy heart may be made ,to rejoice because of summer showers ? Hlearti ly do we pity thee ! ,No home but in the public highways ; no walks but those in the crowded thoroughfares; no pleasant singing birds save those in the iron-bound cage above your door ; no pure and undefiled air of heaven to aw~aken life'in your soul! 0, verily, verily! I believe I should die if I had no country home ! Ay, when the seventh enthusiasm is well nigh dead within us, and the days are come when darkness shall envelope our spiritual laud, me thinks there will still be a little era of love and happiness so interwoven with the green woods and the blue sky that the bare remembrance of it will be all sufficient to cause a new spring to burst in upon our life,-with " What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings Of freshness, of gladness and inirth Of fair sunny glades whore the butter-cup springs, Of cool, gushing fountains, of rose-tinted wings, Of birds, bees and blossoms, all beautiful things, Whose brightness rejoices the earth.' Yea, when we are grown in to a little, shrivel ed, gray-headed old woman ; when we are comn pelled to'sit for whole days, quietly, in the cor ners by the hearthstone, and there is no pleasure *for us, save in remembrance, there will still, re main in the chambers of memory a little picture, painted in hues of eternal brightness, upon which we can turn with " a joy fo, -ver." - 0, be thou fadeless and'.-everlasting, sweet * memory of youthful days ' nd loves! Sweet memory of '' Happy Farm," of the broad-sided, quaint looking Farm House, and the radiant spirits within ; of the sunlighted and joy-giving mornings,'and its more calm and peaceful eve ning hours, which are made as beautiful with -song and love " as a dream of heaven !" 0, fadeless and pure be the remembrance of the very bird-songs that fall upon the ear ; of the tall and hundred-yeared oaks, and the younger grown elms that shut us in from the wor ld ; of the broad shady meduow beyond the woodland and the little plot of sedge just by the thicket of pine..; of the tiny vine-covered Dairy and the deliciously cool spring at the foot of the old tulip tree ;' of the roses and honey-suckles, and .violets and jasmines, that grow before the door way!i 0, yes, 0, yes ! in thrice repeated words, we pray, that fadeless 'and sweet, may be the remembrance of these. Aye, little maiden, we do indeed heave a sigh f.r thee, if thou bust no country home-if thou kn-,owest not of the blesasings of the summer rains. Fancy thyself a Farmer's daughter, like, into oarself, living amide fields of yelloifgrain a ..l rustling corn ; know that these are the pride anm] boast of some dear gray-headed old sire like .pur P.mpma Lindsay ;-heat him night and morn aml~ee ing the good Lord for plenteous showers1 to make our "daily bread," jamd Il declare unto thee that thou'lt be found rejoicing when the showers are come. And see thou, before the doorway the sweet scented violetsand heliotropes, the roses and daisies, the budding of whose flowerets, you and your Paul have watched with an appreciative solicitude since their first bloom ing in May,-see them withering f6eneath a scorching sun, and tell me truly if thou art not thankful for summer showers ? Yes, yes, for showers in June! 0, the rustling of the leaves and the murmuriugs of the rain ! We have been writing all the morning about this, the last day of June, but now, gentle reader, with your kind leave we will go back four or five weeks in the day-book of our life at the Farm, and turn to the first day of the month. It is early in the morning ;-judging from the shadow of the old oak in the walk to the gate, it must be somewhere between the hours of ten and eleven. A six-weeks drought has parched up the whole earth, and come well nigh scorch ing up the little bit of soul within you. Exceed ingly hot and -sultry is the air-not a breeze is stiring-even in the tree tops, and the only place that one can breathe with tolerable comfort is underneath the old oaks, in the back yard, on the shady side of the house. Thither you re pair with a volume of poems, or your sewing with Mr. Br ant or your knitting, just as you p!ease; and there you find Papa Lindsay lool - ing so beautiful in his gray hairs, as he bends over the columns of the latest newsp4per ; an I close brside him on a little rustic table, lies a hoary leather-backed Bible which always opens to the XIX Psalm,-and perhaps a last year's Almanac. A slight breeze stirs in the air, and, throwing the paper aside, he arises somewhat impatiently to lop off a huge bough of the old tree that has been ~cumbrously sweeping the ground at his feet. A fine looking old man is Papa Lindsay, though seventy-two summers were registered for him by Meta Morris, his dear little gp-and-daughter, upon his last birth day cake. Upright, sturdy and firm he stands, with limbs and sinews that were colossally de veloped in field and fox-chaise. A more lusty arm cannot be found in all the country around, and clear and strong still flows the life current within his veins. Into many a story of wood, and field, and stream, he might be tempted, that would make you laugh for a month to come; but the weather is warm, and in his heart of hearts he is praying for rain ; so. we will spare him this time. Paul Randal,-the college-brdtl Paul,-Meta's Coaua Paul who always comes in .vacation-4s sitting by, in all his- schoolday felicity, with a volume of delightful Kit North's Essays in his hand, which he pretends to read very assiduous. ly. Ever and anon the old man turns to him with one of hisi quaking exclamations about the weather, and just now Paul's face looks quite sorrowful in behalf of the old man's showery lesires, yet he, in truth, is thinking neither of he old man Lindsay nor of the sweet and Holy Child," of whomi lie has been reading ince breakflast, but of the dear, blue-eyed little geta Morris, of whom we spoke in the begin ting. All blushing and frightened she ran from uin a moment ago, pretending that her hair vas all down and needed braiding, and he is now hinking that she is grieved at his impertinence md rashness, whilst she is wondering in her eart of hearts what Pad could-mean by squeez ng her hand so hard schen he told her she icqs th/e very dearest to him of all his Cousins." away up stairs she is now all in a flutter trying a weave a head of tangled hair into a de sent braid. But no, the incorrigible tangle eems to be one of those knots that are to re nain forever tied ;-at it she pulls, lustily, with >Oth brush and comb,-out pouts the rosy little nouth, and she really .woul~d get 'quite angry if ier dear Cousin Paul was not so near at hand. t was cruel in Paul to have said anything to nake Meta blush and run away, and then tangle er hair too. At length, however, something' ike a braid is made and put up around the yrown of her head, and forth to the oak shade the goes, look'ing as radiant as a May morning, vith the pretty blue and white morning glorieb n her hair, as she sits down beside Paul. Of ~ourse he is delighted to have her again at his ide, and behind Kit North's volume which he ~olds up in his hands, he tells her she is looking ery lovely in her blushes and crown of morning lories. His adoration increases with her blushes, nd lhe starts to whisper something very sweet au her ear, when PFapa Lindsay looks up from is paper and makes another one of his start ling exclamations concerning the weather. It seems to me that the good, and worthy old man, aught to be ashamed of himself to be always saring away Paul's pretty speeches to little ita just by his whims about the weather. But alouds were to be seen this time also. At first hey lay in huge masses, rolling and smouldfring round the horizon-now they well up higher, mnd higher, and higher still, and thicker and aster they gather, until the whole sky is one vast kolumne of cloud.-The landscape darkens-low noaning and mutterinag thunder is heard in the listance at intervals-a buzzing wind sweeps hrough the tree tops-whistles fiercely around he gable ends slamming the window shutters ud doors throughout the old Farm house-the wallows come in hundreds, as it were, from he four ends of the earth, and are distinetly heard fluttering and nestling down in the chimi meys. At length come thunder and lightning, md anon a few huge dIrops of rain ; so slowly ud so large they fall at first that you might sount them, but quickly a vivid and stunning ash of lightning darts athwart the heaens, i deafening peal of thunder succeeds with a iweeping blast of wind, and now thick and fast th torrent pours down upon field and wood, rushng at the same time in sneh furor from the eaves of the long piazza, that Meta and Paul re driven from the rose vines, behind which they have taken shelter, to the parlour window, to watch theitoim. And such. a commotion as there is within doors. Papa Lindsay so delighted that he strides up and down the hall like some walking' ColAus; the little ones, Effne and Laura, whirl ing round and round to make hen coops with their dresses; Master Charlie climbing up on the back of his high table chair to make Meta's mocking bird sing Yankee Doodle;-he has nearly reached the top, when down, on a sudden, comes cage, and bird and chair, and all, with such a scream from poor Charlie that the noise within well nigh vies with the storm without, and draws Papa Lindsay from his reverie of har vest and corn,-Meta and Paul 'from the "wind harps" in the'window. Full half an hour has passed since the rain began, and still the storm rages in all its fury; another half hour passes and the iain is over, and forth they wander,-Papa Lindsay to the fields, Paul and Meta to the piazza, and the lit tle ones who have been pent up in the old hall these three hours, to the four ends of the earth. It is now an hour past noon, and the clouds are all rolling rapidly away from the East and West, the North and South, to the land oi drepns, or dissolving themselves in the fields of air; the whole earth becoming, in the mean tipe, as resplendent with sunshine as if it were the resurrection morn. Deliciously cool and bal;ny breezes spring up on every side, shaking the rain drops from the tree tops in a sort of drip, drip, drip-a-drip cadence-b'rls' songs fill the sir with melody, and from the rose vine i behind which Meta and Paul are talking, comes a. this moment, a "flood of wild and delirious Music" from the throat of a single mock-Lird. 0, so refreshing is the rain, and so beautiful is the clearing away of the clouds! An hour or so later, and the sandy soil is sufficiently dry for a maiden to walk ; and Paul Raltdal, arising, throws Meta's guitar across his shoulders, a lar Troubylour, thusts a volume of Tennyson's poetry into his pocket, draws Meta's hand within his arm, starts forth for a ramble down the lane and 'across the Meadows. And wont you, gentle reader, wander with them, thou and thy Paul, to,,drink in the beauty of the outer world, and to thank God for the summer rain ? 0, my sweet love, thou, whose tender blue eyes follow these words of mine, leave off romance and philosophy, and even the rhymes of the poet for an afternoon, and go with Paul and little Meta in quest of country air, and countr.y folks. And thou, por dreamer, poor lone dreamer, be thou whosoever thou art, leave the shadows of that inner world, and come forth like a glad child into the sunlight of heaven. Do not fear but that you will come back a purer and better man. The blue sky, and the genial sun;"the freshgreen-wod-anddhebird songs, cannot prove traitor to themselves. Thcy will set your whole sole a-glow with ai.py, hap py thoughts; will enrich and beautify the spirit; and cause roses, and violets, and jasmines, and a thousand sweet summer flowers to spring up in the desert wastes of your .ieart, making your whole life scent altogether beautiful. Come! upon a refreshed world we enter, passing first the little plots of garden flowers to find them all hanging their heads in grateful humili ty,. having intoxicated themselves upon rain water; and then into the long narrow lane we pass with the apple trees glistening with rain drops on one side of you, and on the other broad fields of yellow grain, all waving so beau tifully beneath the summer breeze in their dewy fullness. And thus you continue your ramble, passing at intervals large fields of corn, the leaves of which continually rustle in the breezy air and glisten with sunlight-ever and mnon jumping over little pools of water that still lie gathered in the road; and then again you enter, a long narrow lane, through which you pass, and at length find yourself upon the reat unenclosed old fields that surround the Battle Ground of Ninety-Six. Very beautiful, mnd with a Titian softness, glows the smnoothe reen grass beneath your feet, and so balmy and ife-giving is the air, that the very act of breath ing becomes a thing of the rftost exquisite en oyment. , And now, dear reader, if thou art wearied ith walking, underneath some one of the pret ty little clumps of cedar and elm, or sumnach and rape vines, that dot the plain here and there, we will leave you to rest whilst Paul and Meta ontinue their ramble whithersoever they will. Through the old fields and around' many little lumps of trees we see them wandering to the ld Fort. It is old and hallowed ground unto them ; the little span of their lives so far has been spent under its very shadow ; and over its ill-sides wandered, a half century ago, the youthful, and nimble feet of sainted forms, very dear unto them, that now lie mouldering in the grave. War-clad heroes seem to arise from the ery dust at their feet and hold familiar irger :ourse with them; their imaginations bring out efore them the whole armed array of soldiery, whilst legendary voices come from the storied Past, and throw around them a spell of thought ful silence. Thus impressed, they both sat down upon the moss-covered roots of the huge old sugar. erry tree that still overshadows, as with a re embrance, the famous mine of 1781. All day ong, ,Paul has been in a strangely thoughtful mood', which nothing could disturb save the resence of little Meta, and when she spoke to im, he would look, upon her wi hi such a-deep ntorest swelling in his darlbrown eyes that he would be compelled to turn away her head, n order to hide her blushes. As the shadows >f evening began to fall, his thoughts pemed to ;row upon him, and he sat there upon the gras sy mound, in one of those strangely startled, wondering and watchful moods, that come upon ~me when the mind realizes that some great mnd thrilling event, is'about to daw.n upon us. Meta sat beside hhn, electrically bound to iis side ; ith a beautiful and holy light burn ng in her deep blue eyes, 1eeming by some esmeric power to be swayed beneath the in fluences of his spirit. A t length he drew frm' is, pocket the volume of poems, and whilst urning the leaves over carelessly and dreamily, rpeated, half aloud, fragments remembered at anm frop "Lillin" and "Isael-" and " the' Gardener's Daugh d iI passing over a pas sage that contain et sentiment in it, he would turn to M h that look of earnes solicitude, which. pel her again tohang her head and bI conceal her agitation ahe took up her gui with a great effort at self-possession a sweet but tremuIaus voice, Heine's voicHene's*'~ ittlo love ditty running thus: "The sea Its pearls, The hea t a But my my eart, My h it p love. Great are .sea and the heavens, Yet tea oMY heart, A pearls and stars Fhe'hs 8 my love. Thou Ii uthful maiden, owiaun t great heart; Formy~ h and the sea, and the leuens Ar mOlf lovwith rove," "Now, Paul 11 Esq., arise and tender me, your most dev thanks, for having giver so clear an ex n of your thoughts an feelings," sz~,d Me. l.agghing -and clapping heri hands, when she finished singing. 11 av'n I an inward sigh enal to the greanMistic Yes, Meta, ace divined the secret my sovj in that If .song," said Paul bending, over, and graspin er hand, and lookin ful into her upturn ye. "No, I did no u i Meta, "it was - eine the German. an de the son, long, long ago. Ay r he yds written with his pen but you do it th , Ening, in song and feeling Do you rot, Mets' ked Paul, and he treible like an aspen le n fWhy, Paul,' ti the matter with you ?' said she, rasin i r head and looking into hi eyes. "I am dying tell yo tohnetting, M eta; my whole soul ife v covtained in the words. Will yo t en to mne now," lie asked. "0, Paul what that makes us both afraid, and tremble so aid Meta hangik down her head. "Is it not loo yefor each other, Meta 0, tell me it is, seet Cousin ;" continued he gra sping her i and holding her down at his side. YoIL I have loved you all my lie time, and k P no hope that you have loved an as lo he asked vehemently. "You are uy id Cousin, Paul, and Pap' Lindlsay ha aI '4oved youi,-[ have too," said she as ed into r eves, and her whole being tr violentl gwith eition. mYou do nol life ttei than a Cousin the ,ed Paul w tthat intma hers s bota , andtrebleso aid me s an idow id she turning away her face. " Why not aid Paul, e'should T not speak the truth?" " 0, do not, do not k this way loner. You make me afraid;" aid Meta, and she trembled njore an I more. i must and you I said Paul Tell me, Meta; tell nd truly,-d. you Lveh yo hav Silent-as sil6t as, the graveshe sat for a dnent, and then, trembling no longer, leaned across the grassy mound, placed both her an Is in his, saying ;lYes, Pa 2," ai.d her face shone with the beautiful truth, "You know I love yon better than all the, world-even better than Papa Lindsay, and Charlie, andl Effie. And I shmall love you alwess Paul." Delicinosl col and blmy breezX flnotd aoud hemrnn away ther Batte Gon .r thetifuth wt eeenninalisgoadth ric oloin dof ots dounset clds; this wayn ren Yau mke weeafrad Isl s elf, seemd the itrembulie stodthe itore cl .otesi "l thir mshadwyo atli sinau; bu Tearme moea toelyan m e tr ago allie beauy wa" Slenset-face oft at theis gaeshe atfo a tad herloeno Paumlin n longwite at undrnea the great modlcd both-berr hane. in hs," sai "es, loain aond fae thoe wtre the,"ho beautiful is o know lering PaYeis, anrd Phauli, smn E"tie clodsI areall oe o!"wy, al ADlicousyo and baenl y dreezilleco6aed garoundthfmn the inne Bandl Gounwd. Ver badifulw walkbkt the armit lwidthe adhis swee Emeadts ithanklf, seemed her ofhras planra the summer innl andl equis or's lovely. n xe igali euy a tol ey loeunoPalRa arhlsmhe a s'ahome "seesI hos batfuli that nlaine tenth of the inmaes soweor!" -hueswr brought theredctly siinecl by the lus ofardeynt irits. edewlleh, l Ind as ae falk thac the-outho Fall wthcn victs ind priso:nd wet, hadnkeod preous hat tfhear fonrpo t~e crme rn which eah TEPR~Fcr.It is a fact that thnine-tsffrrsfo dieatse an the mate maladie aorhewere dirouht tohere, dire tyor whodirel addited tse teeof ardent spirits. Ii is a fact that ofhree-forthmmof suicie on this coumtr 99lonhs the imedwiteye moe cimsof rden piis It is a/fact that inhel failest whferer chlren dihase and inhseordermasr the humcostde difcnttd ande aeia thoeh wle aitedrto the panse r rikr of ardent spirits. It is a fact that osal who commit suicien anhicouryl e9-1ratihs sho the edas or mod mteoviple ardn spiritkrs. It is a fact that intlhfales where chteilre coetiued and profganad thiwise sattern, joieperd knd ofarresomeione ano bothy th arentare-drinker fadntsiis it is a fact that oflth whav ie ofreuey anhorinl uecains, shorc, theerstofnmhd etpore spirit-drinkers. n at eiel n And tol settclern ranet sae hngs, condo te to pondso wt every knofdssipatio andt prfiandyh cows ac upth ofblutt nae de of thea achee in th uoheradAmrc.ee-tnh Wtenmperat er. n ed yotetrlg to ound moalwto respect sqadrefot, let the hold it to be a sure indication of a perverted~ un derstann radepraved heart , For the Advertiser. OH! CHIDE ME NOT MY MOTHER. UV .rut wounn1Sn.. Oh! chide me not, my mother, Though I smile for thee no more; For my heart is slowly breaking And my joy on earth is o'er. I could not brook one word from thee Less loving in its tone, Draw nearer to me-love me more, Since I am lcft alone. Oh! chide me not, my mother, When I seem too wildly gay; The heartless laugh-the hollow jest, But mask my slow decay. Reproach me not, because I join The gay, and festive scene, I only seek forgetfulness Of that which once hath been. Oh ! chide me not, my mother, Nor think I love thee less, Because I roam fron place to ilace To hide my deep disires., Because I seem in mirthful throngs The maddest, merriest thde Beneath the smile which seens so guy, There lica chill despair. Oh, chide ine not, my nother, Although I often roam Like spirits which can find no rest, Afar from theo und homae; I caunob lead the quiet life, That once to me was dear, No: givo to mo the husy worl,, Forgetfulness is there. Oh ! chide me not, my mother, Nor lot thy voice grow cold, Although I ne'er can be again As in the days of old. Then, mother, lot we idly flit The giddy crowd atmong, And strive to drown nmy misery In laugh and jest and song. Oh! chide me not, my :nother, For when the struggle's W'or I'll strive to be what I have been, In the bright days of yore. Oh! 'tis a sad awakening From life's swept early dream, Then let me seek in change-of scene That fabled Iethean stream. Ohz! chide me not, ny mother, For I could.not borook it now, Dust thou not mark the mi4ery Upon my youthful br'ow? Deal gently with ine-for my heart Is wrung with anguish deep, Olt! were it not for thee, I'd pray For death's long drenmuless leep. Angust, Ua. Fromi the Cincinnati Gazette. A 4U.IKER WEDDING. There was a wedding not many days ago at the Friends' mieeting house, on Fifth street,near John, of two membeas of the Society of Friends. The mneeting house was tilled long before the hour for the ceremony, by well dressed but talkative ladies, attracted by curioaity, anxious to see the unusual method of doing a very com nimon thing. These ladies, instead of preserving the decorous silence which beconmes any house consecrated to the worship of God, and espe cially a house belonging to a religious denomi nation with which quiet is so eswential a part of religion as it is with the Friends, their hard ly subdued whispers were heard like the peep ing of a brood of chickens just breaking the shell, during *.he whole ceremony, with the ex ception of the prayer. The males who were visitors, were more respectful. There were but few Friends there in the dress of the denomina tion, and even those observed only an approach to uniformity of cut and co'or. After the groom and b~ride, accompanied by three groomsmnen and bridesmaiils had arrived and taken their seatsa, there was a long silence. At length -an elderly Friend rose, ad deliv ered an exhortation on the solemnity of the contract which the young couple were to make, and the necessity of reliance upon Divine strength to fit them for the duties and trials of IThen there was another' silence, which was broken by one of the Friends kneeling and making a devout and fervent prayer, all but the one who off'ered it, stood-the men, who, during thme rest of the of the services, wore their hats, uncovered. After the prayer, there was another interval of silence. At length, the young couple rose, and the man, taking thme woman's hand, said in a low voice: " In the presence of qod, and this asmblyy I talip thep to bp my Wife, promising by God's grace to be a loving and faithful hus band till death part us. IThe bride speaking much louder and more distinctly than the groom, in the same words, muatie mutandisr, took him for her husband. They then signed their names to a certificate which set forth that the parties had declared their purpose of marriage before a monthly meeting of the Society of Friends, and had it approved, and had further in the presence of the assembly taken each other for husband and wife. Th-is certificate was then signed by the friends and relatives of the party, and the cere mony was at an end. The bride and bridesmaids wer'e dresaed ini plain but rich white dresses, and the groom antId groomsmen in black dress coats and pants and white vests. - WIFE oR WoLF.-Inm France the Society of the Protection of Animals does not emnoy that popular respect which it deserves, the small wits of the capital indulging in endless jokes at its exp se. The last joke is to this eff'ecti A countryman, amed with an immense club, pre sents himself before the President of the Socie ty,'and claitns the first prize. Hie is asked to describe the act of humanity on which ho founds his claim. "1I saved the life of a wolf," replies the coun tryman, "I might easily have killed him with my bludgeon," and he swings his werapon in the air, to the in tense discomfort of the President. " But where was this wolf ?" inquires the 1at ter, " what had he done to you?~" " He had just devoured Iny wife," is the reply.I The President refled' an instant and then says, " My friend, I am of opinion that you have been sufficiently rewarded." Several Justices of the Supreme Court of Cuba' have been convicted of receiving br'ibes for their decisions in saits tried before them, and ordered by the Captain General to proceed to Spain, there tp receive due punishment for theitoff'ence. THE AGRICULTURAL FAIR. We call especial attention to the advertise ment of the Executive CommitteO of the State Agricultural Society. If there is one thing more than another that should stimulate the hope of the agriculturiss, it is the growing spirit in favor of these Fairs. Not only has our State Society been successfully inaugurated, but very many minor societies have been estab lished in the districts. To those, however, who are mostly concerned in this Society we have to utter a few words of admonition. Let it not be supposed that every thing has been done and that the Society will now go on with the impetus it has received. We admit that it has had a large amount of vitality infused into it, and that it therefore gives more flattering pro mises of a permanent existedce than any other that has ever preceded it. But we must not forget that it has had predecessors that have long since lived out their existence and been registered among things of the past. It is for our enlightened agriculturists to keep this in view-to remember what fatal cause may have produced the sad results-and with constant vigilance to guard again.t every symptom of decay-to devote themselves constantly to the evolution of new schemes Ot usefulness, and to make its existence not simply a stale and flat one, but' ones of activity and progress. The Fair is very important feature of the Society. But this we regard of minor importance. Nor must we be understood as attaching any slight significance to it. We believe we fully appre ciate its usefulness in bringing annually before the people of the State the improvements made in every department of its :ndustry,-in sub mitting to the agricultural intelligence of the State the many new facilities which science and mechanical skill nre constantly inventing-in the subversion of old ideas and theories, and the instalment of new ones. It should also be regarded the province of this Society, to keep an eye constantly to owe agricultural laws, to strive constantly to obtain for this interest edu cational advantages; in fine, to give it the im. mense benefits which must result from intelli gent supervision. We are pleased to learn, that the energetic Secretary is having many' improvenlents made upon the grounds, new additions made to the building, and superior provisions made for the benefit of exhibitors. There are copies of the premium list in our office, which we shall take pleasure in distributing. From all accounts, it is but reasonable to anticipate that this will be the most satisfactdry exhibition yet held. [&nl Carolinian. Tnrsu BiorNnm.-A key belonging to a well known bank having been lost, the bank official cent the Irish city crier to cry its loss, and after telling him that " the key was lost between Mr. Patterson's and the Bank, about nine o'clock this morning, " gave him the injunction not to betray what key it was. The faithful crier, having rung hiiibell with-unusual- force, at the corner of the street, made known the loss, as follows: " Lost! between Mr. Patherson's and nine o'clock this morning, a large kay ; an' I'm not authorized to tell what kay it was, cos it's the kay to the bank!" MOn. AnOUT Ti Oux I MmINs.-So great is the demand for provisions at St. Joseph, tbr the miines, that Mr. isidere Poulin, a merchant or that place, who has been shipping to 1t6s port large'quantities of bacon, has come here to re purchase some of that article. He says that he assisted a few days ago, in carrying from the steamer Wattossa, to tihe White Cloud, thirty-five thousand dollars worth of gold dust, which' lr. John Richard had proeured fron Indians, who had collected it with implements of the rudest ieseri ption, which they themselves made. Yuln, Yaicton, Wininehago, and St. Stephcn villages. re points from which imany Indians, halftbreeds, &c., had gone to the diggings. Mr. Poulin had sold goods for the mines, to the amount of $13,. 300, and corroborates the reports in regard to the richness of the auriferous region. He is .topping at King's Hote.-St. Lou isDemocrat, 2th. Bisntot ONDRanon.-A New York correspon lent mentions, as among the probabilities, the restorationi of Bishop Onderdonk, of New York, ~o the Episcopato. HeI says that the matter ieets with the approbation of Bishop Potter, of Penn., and also of he ligv. Dr. Hawks, who has heretofore stood iu antagonism to Bishop, 0. Mn. C.Nx.s' CoN~vmoN.-The Charlottesvlle 'Virginia) Advocate, of Friday evening, regrets ;o learn fromm Richmond that but little hopes are mtertained for the recovery of Mr. Clemens, vouuded in the late deuel. KaYSsi SwEE'rs.-They are making sorghum rure in Kansas. A letter from Leavenworth aya "I was in the Quaker settlement, some twelve niles from Leavenworth, and saw them maling .he Chiniese sugar cane molasses. The gentle nan boilinig the molasses told me that the juice umly needed reducing two-thirds to imake thick nolasses, full as thick as New Orleans or sugar ouse. lie said he could make nine gallon~s of nolasses from seven rodls of ground One man iear Lecomupton, I understand, would make a hoosand gallons. it is expected to sell at it ets a gallon. It is engaged at that 'price. A writer in the Gennesse Parmer says that ie has tried the cultivation of wheat in hills like :orn, having the hills two feet apart each way, tad two or three plants to the hll; and he re )orts obtaining from a small plat of groun~d "a rap so large as to he equal to two hundred iushiels to the acre.'' Thesoil is keptstirredaud ultvated during the growth of the crop. SwALowixo Ni.ED1 .- eiterday morning little child inthis city commenced crying without my apparent cause, and kept it up until late in he evening, wheneits eries were succeeded by ereams. The parents of the child looked into its nouth and disoovered near its throat a needle ticking into its tongue, in such a position that t was evident that it had come from the stomach. L'he mothe' then remembered that a day or two >efore she had given her w( n basket, containing seedli book, to the child to play with, An xamination revealed the fact that the needles ere gone.~ An emietic was given the child, and t has vomited several noedles from its stomach, whicth nmay or may not be all. At ainy rate, thme ~hild is be.tter to d'ay. Tihis incident should serve rs a caution to mothers to keep such thinmgs out of hle reach ol' their children.-Hardford Press. At a Virginia prayer-meeting, the chorister seing absent, the Presiding Elder, whose nate vas Jeter, called upon one of the~ den~ins,. mnter -eading theshymn, and saj~ij With you raise the tune?7" The deacon lifted up his voice, but instead of siinging, he inquired : " Brother Joter, .* What's the meter ?" Thecro being a satisfactory answer, Dceacon Moon pitched the tuney. M" A man ceases to be a "giod fellow": the monment he refuses to do precisely what ther people wish him to do. That discoer Aervans alnatennL - LOVI US AT 303g. SAb! yes, we can bear the day's burden and ha', The dust and rude jostlings we And in the stree - And censuring whispers that Best till they-meet. The ears they were never intended to geet, If they love us sincerely at home. We can bear by the crowd to be hurriedalong. Don-trodden, supplanted, and oppressed'-y * strong, - e We can bear everlasting and unprovoked wrong, I If our hearts, through it all can chant trulythe sang, Oh ! they love us most dearly at home. We can bear a wildstorm, be it snow, hail, 'or rain; Heary losses, instead of the long looked for gain; Upbraidings and shadows that ereep round our name, And threaten its brightness to hide or to stuin If they love us sincerely at home. Oh!I love us at home! For. this treasure we plead, With all else, this withheld, we are poor'indedi! Take all, but leave this, and with voice agrei We will sing with glad hearts, whatever o4r'ne44 "They still love us-they love us at home' GATHERINGS. L.-"' At a public dinner at Springfield, Mass., a lady sent the following volunteer,toast: - - SPRUCE old bachelors-the EVs ERRsNs of society. "You have a very striking counte nance," as the donke said td'the elephant when he hit him over the ack with his trunk. E-, - WAn DECLARED AGAiNsT TExAs By ISnflANs.-Galveston papers of the 21st instat are received via New Orleans. They state that the Northern Camanches, Kiowav, and a pat of the Apaches,. numbering fourteen IndIan bands in all, have declared war aginet T l- SCOLDING WIvEa.,-A carpenter- has been fior some time repairing a dwelling whose mistress is a reputed termagant. 'Listenng to her as she vented Ber wrath on her gbod rp tured "ol'd man" the other day, ShavingsturnEd to us and said: "If I had such awife as lt, I'd 'point her funeral to-morrow 't 2 o'clock, and by J-o-c-k-s,'the corpse would be re'dy " 3 ' A waggisti friend says, if your'sik is everlastingly complaining of being sick jus. let her catch you kissing the hired-gl and an in stant cure will be effected. He has tried e experiment, and the result was that he has nev er had to pay a cent for "help" ince. ZW Inrsu GAL..ANTR T.-A young lady hd her parasol carried away by a gust of wind,* It was picked. up by an honest son of the Eierald Isle, who returned it with:the edmpliment: . "Faith, Mist, n' if ye wa atbrong as ye're ' handsome, be jabers, a hurricano couldn't bavi snatched it from ye." g-Gv.-.Mmtan.-lf yoa wish 'I grw. .wealty, get married.' What it costst rt one vice will keep i children. Uni man is married, he ii tossed about from one do gree of ungolinea..to a'nother,tiil,his..hth strength and character are eOmpltely b up and done for.' Talk about your Cohgfess water and sea bathing-but there js nothing on the face of the earth for the healths happiies, and well being of any person equil to a loving, virtuous woman. zz"It is stated, upon the authority of those who have heard it, that a cat, when her tail Is pinched between a door and post- utters the vowels a, e, i, o, u, with great distinctno-s. If the injury is prolonged, she gives w, and y, also. E:" In Arkansas, when a felldtv desires to say that he would like a drink, ho.declares that . if he had a glass of -whisky' he would throw 7 himself outside of it mighty quick. " A placard, suspended in a car on the Georgia Railroad, contains the following words: " A gentletuan will be known in these cars by keeping his feet off the seats and 13is:tobaceo In his pocket." Es- A dutch grocer's wife up towp, who pat ronises dentists and barbers, or id other . words, who wears artificial teeth and hair, was engaged-in familiar chatwith an Irish customer the other day, when she was asked, 'HIave you cot naturalized yet 1" " How the dickens could I'aee to work and make ont mny way if I hadn't?" was the indignant awer. "Natural eyes, Is- - deed ! To be sure!I havo, -an' always bad an' more than that, I have natural hair and teeth too." EE' A "Mr.AY" EnITOn.-The editor of a Western piaper having lent his axe to one of hus subscribers, the borrower unfortunately broke ; off the handle. On returning it the- man said, - " You ean easily have it repaired." "Yea" re plied the editor, "'but that will cost at-least a quarter of a dollar." " Well," rejoined the her-o' rower, " if you ain't rather small for an editor I - Here's the quarter, but I'l1 thank ,you to -step my-paper." 7f' Everybody likes polte children; worthy per-sonls will pay attention to such, speak well of their good manners, and entertain a high opinion of their parents. Children, ake 'a note of this. 33" A midshipman asked a priest to tell him the difer~aence between a priest, and a jack ass. The priest gave it up. "One wears a . cross on his back, and the ether on hisabreast," said the midshipman. "Now," said the ' it, " tell me the dif'erence betwien a midshipman and a jackass." The midshipman .v Ito it and asked whet it was. The priest ~ld be41 not know of any,. $." An eitor spaing oftne ofhs breth' ren of the quill noted for his fatness, said thiat if the Scripture Proverb that "all fl&'sh is" bo true, then that man must he a load hany To which the fat editor replied:- "I saspect I am from the way tye asses are nibbling at me?. rE- NO-r so Ostf ors--" I can't lear chiii dren," said Miss Prim disdainfnlly. Mrs. Pai-tington looked up at her over her spectacles mildly before she replied, "Perhapsa if you could you would like them better." g"'"My native city has treated me badly" said a drunken vagabond, " but I love her still" " Probably," replied a gentleman, "her stillds all you do love." 'g" A man of sense does but one thing at a time, and resolves to cecel it; for what's worth - doing at all ought to be doxne well. - SE No life can he well ended that has not been well spent; and what life has' been wel'. apit that has had no purpose, that has accomt- ' p ished no object-that bas realized no hop.. 25--Since thre comnmencement of the ueaireh for Mr. Thurston, Aeronaut, in ther awamps'be Michigan and Canada West, the bodimi of tNo men have been discovered, . bet melher was . identitled as that of Mr. Thurstosi 'b. Detroit Free P'ress thinks it is established, bycnd a -i doubt, that his body ii in the )Iar ih near the. mouth-of the Rliver Thamnes.- . - Sg-" Vermonters live to a great agesa-i wenl known. "Tho are two inen so olttat. they have forgotten who they are, ad theelse ao neighbors whaocan'amteber'