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? ^SSSSSS^SSSSSS^^ mmmmmmmmmmmm?mmmm? ?? ^ = 1 . . ' . t ; - ' ?- ' ? * "' rnVrnw j^op 4016- An Independent Journal: For the Promotion of the Political, Social, Agricutural and Commercial Interests of the South. jlewism.oeist,pubiniwr." VOL. 2 YORKYTLLE, S. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 17, 1856. - . IST Q. 8. ^ Distorical Sktrij. From the Ilomo Journal. i THE MARRIAGE W POCAHONTAS ' BY BENSON J. LOSSINO. ' During the lovely Indian summer time, ir tlie autumn of 1608, there was a marriage or the banks of the Powhatan, where the Englist had laid the corner-stone of the great fabric o; Anglo-Saxon Empire in the New World, i! was celebrated in the second church which the English settlers had erected there. Like theii first, which fire had devoured the previous winter,, it was a rude structure, whose roof rested upon rough pine columns, fresh from the virgin forest, and whose adornings were little indebted to the hand of ark. The officiating priest was "good Master Hunter/' who had lost all his books by the conflagration. History poetry, and song, have kept a dutiful silenct respecting that first English marriage in A me rica, because John Laydon and xVnne Burrow* were common people. The bridegroom was c carpenter, among the first adventurers who as cended the Powhatan, then named James it honor of a bad Icing; and the bride ?vas wait ing-maid to "Mistress Forrest," wife of Thoma: Forrest, gentleman. These were the firs white women ever seen at the Jamestown set tlement. Almost five years later, there was anothei marriage at Old Jamestown, in honor of whicl history, poetry, and song have been employed The bridegroom was "Master John Itolfe,*ai honest gentleman, and of good behavior/' from the realm of England; and the bride was a princess royal, named Matoa, or Pocahontas, the well-beloved daughter of the Emperor ol the great Powhatan confederacy, on the Vir ginian peninsula. The officiating priest was Master Alexander TVhitaker, a noble apostle of Christianity, who went to Virginia for the cure of souls. Sir Thomas Bale, then Govern^ or of the colony, thus briefly tells his masters of the flomnamr in London, the storv cf Poca hontas: "Powhatan's daughter I caused t< be carefully instructed in the Christian religion, who, after she had made a good progress therein, renounced publicly her country's idolatry, openly confessed her Christian faith, was, as she desired, baptized, and is since married to an English gentleman of good understanding (as by his letter unto me, containing the reason of his marriage of her, you may perceive,) another knot to bind this peace the stronger. Her father and friends gave approbation to it, and her uncle gave her to him iu the cbuxeh. She lives civilly and lovingly with him, and, I trust, will increase in goodness, as the knowledge of God increased in her. She will go to England with me, and, were it but the gaining of this one soul, I will thinh my time, toil, and present stay, well spent." So discoursed Sir Thomas Dale. Curiosity would know more of the Princess and her marriage and curiosity may here be gratified to the extent of the revelations of recorded history. The finger of a special Providence, pointing down the vista of ages, is seen in the charactei and acts of Pocahontas. She was the daugh ter of a pagan king who had never heard ol Jesus of Nazareth, yet her heart was overflow ing with the cardinal virtues of a Christiai life. "She was a landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony, and calm quiet, Luxuriant, budding."?Byron. When Captain Smith, the boldest and th< best of the early adventurers in Virginia, pen ctrated the dense forest, he was made a pris oner, was conducted in triumnh from villaert to village, until he stood in the presence o; Powhatan, the supreme ruler, and was ther condemned to die! Upon the barren sand A single captive stood; Around him came, with bow and brand, The red-men of the wood. Like him of old his doom ho hears, Rock-bound on ocean's rim: Tho chieftaiu's daughter knelt in tears, And breathed a prayer for him. Above his head in air The savage war-club swung: The frantic girl, in wild despair, Her arms around him flung. Then shook the warriors of the shade, Like leaves on aspen-limb? Subdued by that heroic maid AVho breathed a prayer for him. "Unbind him!" gasped the chief? He kissed away her tears of grief, And set the captive free. 'Tis ever thus, when in life's storm, Hope's star to man grows dim, An angel kneels in woman's form, And breathes a prayer for him. George P. Morris. * T # * * * * How could that stern old king deny The angel pleading in her eye ? TTow mock the sweet. imDlorincr erace 7 ( c o That breathed in beauty from her face, And to her kneeling action gave A power to soothe and still subdue, Until, though humble as a slave, To more than queenly sway shrt grew. william 0. &mve* The Emperor yielded to the maid, and the captive was sot free. Two years after that event, Pocahontas again became an angel of deliverence. She hastened to Jamestown during a dark and stormy night, informed the English of a conspiracy to exterminate them, and was back to her couch before dawn. Smith was grateful, and the whole English colony regarded her as their deliverer. But gratitude is often a plant of feeble root, and the canker of selfishness will destroy it altogether. Smith went to England; the morals of the colonists became depraved; and Argall, a rough, half-piratical navigator, ximniudful of her character, bribed a savage, by the promise of a copper kettle, to betray Pocahontas into his hands, to be kept as a hostage while compelling Powhatan to make restitution for injuries inflicted. The Emperor loved his daughter tenderly, agreed to the terms ot ransom gladly, and promised unbroken friendship fur the English. Pocahontas was now free to return to her forest home. Put other bonds, more holy than those of Argall, detained her. While in the custody of the rude buccaneer, a mutual attachment had budded and blossomed between her and John Polfe, and the fruit was a hap py marriage?"another knot to hind the peace" with Powhatan much stronger. April, in the Virginia peninsula, where the - English settlers first built a city, is one of the loveliest months in the year. Then winter has bidden a final adieu to the middle regions of i America; the trees arc robed in gay and fragrant blossoms; the robin, the blue-bird, and the oriole, are just giving the first opening pre1 ludes to the summer concerts in the woods, 1 and wild flowers are laughing merrily in every 1 hedge, and upon the green banks of every f stream. t It was a day in charming April, in 1613, 1 ! when Rolfe and Pocahontas stood at the mar- 1 riage altar in the new and pretty chapel at Jamestown, where, not long before, the bride 1 had received Christian baptism, and was named 1 the Lady Rebecca. The sun had marched : half way up toward the meridian, when a good' ly company had assembled beneath the tcm' pie roof. The pleasant odor of the "pews of > cedar" commingled with the fragrance of the 5 wild flowers which decked the festoons of evergreens and sprays that hung over the 5 "fair, broad windows," and the commandment 1 tablets above the chancel. Over the pulpit of black-walnut hung garlands of white flowers, 1 with the waxen leaves and scarlet berries.of the holly. The coinmuuion-tablc was covered s with fair white linen, and bore bread from the t wheat fields of Jamestown, and wine from its - luscious grapes. The font, "hewn hollow between, like a canoe," sparkled with water, as r on the morniDg when the gentle princess ut1 tcred her baptismal vows. Of all that company assembled in the broad 1 space between the chancel and the pews, the bride and groom were the central figures in > fact and significance. Pocahontas was dressed > in a simple tunic of white muslin, from the f looms of Dacca. Her arms were bare even to * the shoulders; and, hanging loosely towards > her feet, was a robe of rich stuff, presented by ' Sir Thomas Dale, and lancituiiy cmoroiaerea ' by herself and her maidens. A gaudy fillet encircled her head, and held the plumage of ? birds and a veil of gauze, while her limbs were adorned with the simple jewelry of the native > workshops, llolfe was attired iu the gay clothing of an English cavalier of that period, 5 and upon his thigh he wore the short sword of ' a gentleman of distinction in society. He was i the personification of manly beauty in form and carriage; she of womanly modesty and lovely simplicity; and as they came and stood before the man of God, history dipped her pen in the r indestructible fountain of truth, and recorded a prophecy of mighty empires in the New "World. Upon the chancel steps, where no railing interfered, the good Whitaker stood in his sacerdotal robes, and, with impressive voice pronounced the marriage ritual of the liturgy of the Anglican Church, then first planted on < the Western continent. On his right, in a L richly carved chair of state, brought from England, sat-tho Governor, with his ever nttenr dant halberdiers, with brazen helmets, at his back. There were yet but few women iu the colony, aud these, soon after this memorable event rc' turned to native England. The "ninety young women, pure and uucorrupted," whom the ' wise Sandys caused to be sent to Virginia, as wives for the planters, did not arrive until seven years later. All then at Jamestown were 1 at the marriage. The letters of the time have transmitted to us the names of some of them. Mistress John Rolfc, with her child, (doubtless of the family of the bridegroom;) Mistress , Easton and child, and Mistress Morton and [ grandchild, with her maid-servant, Elizabeth Parsons, who, on a Christmas eve before, had 4 married Thomas Powell, were yet in Virginia, f Among the noted men then present, was Sir j Thomas Gates, a brave soldier in many wars, and as brave an adventurer among the Atlantic perils as any who ever trusted to the ribs of the ships of Old England. And Master Sparkes, who had been co-ambassador with Rolfc to the court of Powhatan, stood near the old soldier, with young Ilenry Spilman at his side. There, too, was the young George Percy, brother of the powerful Duke of Northumberland, whose conduct was always as noble as his blood; and near him, an earnest spectator of the scene, was the elder brother of Pocahontas; but not the destined successor to the throne ot his father. There, too, was a younger brother of the bride, and many youths and maidens from the forest shades; but one noble figure?the pride of the Powhatan confederacy ?the father of the bride was absent, lie had consented to the marriage with willing voice, but would not trust himself within the power of the English at Jamestown. Jle remained in his habitation at Wcroworomcco, while the Rose and the Totu.m were being wedded, but cheerfully commissioned his brother, Opachisco, to give away his daughter. That prince performed his duty well, and then, in careless gravity, he sat and listened to the voice of the Apostle, and the sweet chantiDg of the little choristers. The music ceased, the benediction 11 ii . i ,, k >> j r. ICli, me SOieum "/&.iucu uciiouu uuui mc . rude vaulted roof, aud the joyous company left the chapel for the festal hall of the Governor. . Thus "the peace" was made stronger, and the ltoSE of England lay undisturbed upon the IIatciiet of the Powhatans, while the father of Pocahontas lived. '.'lonths glided away. The bride and groom "lived civilly and lovingly together," until Sir Thomns Pale departed for England, in 1G1G, when they, with many settlers, accompanied i him. Tomocomo, one of the shrewdest of i Powhatan's councillors, went also, that lie might report, all the wonders of England to < his master. The Lady llcbccca received great ; attention from the court and ail below it.? i "She accustomed herself to civility, and carri- ' ed her/elf r.s daughter of a Icing." Dr. King, I' the Lord Bishop of London, entertained her ! "with festival state and pomp," beyond what1' lie had ever given to other ladies; and at court 11 she was received with the courtesy due to her I I rank as a princess. But the silly bigot on the ! < throne was highly incensed, because one of i his subjects bad dared to marry a holy of royal i blood, and, in the midst of his dreams of pre- ; rogatives, he absurdly apprehended that ltolfc 1 might lay claim "to the crown of Virginia!" 1 Afraid of the royal displeasure, Captain Smith, ; who was then in England, would not allow her to call him father, as she desired to do. She could not comprehend the cause; and her tender, simple heart was sorely grieved by what seemed to be his want of affection for her.? She remained in England about a year; and, when ready to embark for America with her husband, she sickened, and died atGravesend, in the flowery month of June, 1617, when not quite twenty-two years of age. She left one son, Thomas Rolfe, who afterwards became quite a distinguished man in Virginia, lie had but one child, a daughter. From her, 3ome of the leading familios in Virginia trace % 1 - <1 *n 11? I their lineage. Among tnese arc cue uomngs, Murrays, Guys, Eldridgcs, and Randolphs.? But Pocahontas needed no posterity to perpetuate her name?it is imparishably preserved iu the amber of history. SEBASTOPOL AND ITS DEFENCES. The National Intelligencer publishes a letter from a friend who has recently visited the Crimea, and examined, with a critical eye, its militarv works. Speaking of the tremendous, sweeping fire which the French had to meets in trenching toward the Malakoff for two mile, over a level and narrow ridge, he says that "France will never know the number of Frenchmen sacrificed in those two miles." The Malakoff itself, he says, is not a steep tower, being only twenty feet to its top above the level of approach by the French, but its great strength lay in its commanding position, and lie thinks if the Russians had exercised extreme vigileuce, they might have defied the French and everything else. The French, it appears, had trenched up to within sixty or seventy-five feet of the Malakoff. According to the estimates of several French officers, forty thousand brave fellows slept their last sleep aud fought their last battle, iu the assault upon that famous tower. The correspondent adds that the Russians appear to be surrounded by very heavy fortifications on the north side, extending from hill to hill up the Tehernnya, as far as he could see .ih ? ?l^""" TU??A ll A COTtfl Willi tl I UWf iUl WUUrtUUUO^ XIV oujo; are far stronger than those on the south side. glkcHaitftfus JltaMng. A SPLENDID POEM. The following exquisite Poem on "Light," has heretofore been published in our paper, but it well deserves another copying. It has been pronounced by one of the most eminent European critics to be the finest production of the same length in our language. From the quickened womb of the primal gloom, The sun rolled black and bare, Till 1 wove him a vest fur his Ethiop breast, Of the threads of luy golden hair ; And when the broad tent of the firmament Arose on its airy spars. I penciled the hue of its matchless blue, And spangled it round with stars. I painted the flowers of the Eden bowers, And their leaves of living green, And mine were the dyes in the sinless eyes Of Eden's virgin queen; And when the fiend's art on the trustful heart Ilad fastened its mortal spell, In the silvery sphere of the first-born tear To the trembling earth I fell. licltls of life, some harvester disappears?yes, every hour some sentinel falls from his post, and is thrown from the ramparts of time into the surging waters of eternity. Even as we write, the funeral of one who "died yesterday" winds like a winter shadow along the street. "Died yesterday." Who diedPerhaps it was a gentle babe, sinless as an angel; pure as the zephyr's hymn?one whose laugh was as the gush of summer rills loitering in a bower jf roses?whose little life was a perpetual litany, a May-time crowning with the passion flowers that never fade. Or mayhap it was a youth, hopeful and generous?ouc whose path was hemmed by flowers, with not a serpent lurking underneath?one whose soul panted iftcr communion with the great and irood, and ' i When (lie waves that burst o'er a world accursed, Their work of wrath had sped, And the Ark's lone few, tried and true, Came forth among the dead ; With the wondrous gleams of my bridal beams, I bade their terrors cease, As I wrote on the roll of the storm's dark scroll, God's covenant of peace. Like a pall at rest on a senseless breast, Night's funeral shadow slept? Where shepherd swains on the Bethlehem plains, Their lonely vigils kept; When I flashed on their sight the heralds bright Of heaven's redeeming plan, As they chanted the morn of a Saviour born? Joy, joy, to the outcast man. Equal favor I show to the lofty and low, On the just and the unjust I descend ; E'en the blind, whose vain spheres roll in darkness and tears, Feel my smile the blest smile of a friend. Nay, the flower of the waste by my love is embraced, As the roses in the garden of kings; At the chrysalis bier of the worm I appear, And lo ! the gay butterfly's wings. The desolate Morn, like a mourner forlorn, Conceals all the pride of her charms Till I bid the bright hours chase the night from her flowers And lead the young day to her arms ; And when the gay rover seeks Eve for his lover, And sinks to her balmy repose, I wrapt the soft rest by the zephyr-fanned west, In curtains of amber and rose. From my sentinel steep, by the night-blooded deep, I gaze with unslumbering eye, When the cynosure star of the mariner Is blotted front out the sky ; And guided by me through the merciless sea, Though sped by the hurricane's wings; Ilis compassless, dark, lone, weltering bark, To the heaven home snfelyhc brings. I waken the flowers in their dew-spangled bowers, The birds in their chambers of green, And mountain and plain glow with beauty again, As they bask in their matinal sheen. 0, if such the glad worth of my presence to earth, Though fitful and ilecting the while. What glories must rest on the home of the blest, Ever bright with the Deity's smile. "DIED YESTERDAY." Under this title, the localizer of the Philadelphia Sun furnishes a few solemn but beautiful reflections:?Every day (he says trulyj is written this little instance, "Died yesterday, so and so." Every day's flower is plucked from some suuny home?a breach made in some happy circle?a jewel stolen from some treasury of love. Each day, from the summer I reached forth, with earnest struggle, for the I guerdon in the distance. But that heart of his is still now) for ho "died yesterday." "Died yesterday." A young girl, pure as the orange flowers that clasped her forehead, was stricken down as she stood at the altar; and from the dim aisles of the temple she was borne to the "garden of the slumbcrers." A tall, brown man, girt with the halo of victory, and, at the day's close, under his own vine fig-tree, fell in the dust, even as the anthem trembled upon his lips; and he, too, was laid "where the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." An aged patriarch, bowed with age and care, even as lie looked out upon the distant hills for the comiog of the angel host, sank into a dreamless slumber; and on his door-post, next day, was written, "Died yesterday." "Died yesterday." Daily, men, women, and children arc passing away; and hourly, in some graveyard, the soil is flung upon the dead. As often as the morn we find, some flower that blushed sweetly the sunset, has weathered up forever; so, daily, when we rise from the bivouac to stand against our posts, we miss some brother soldier, whose cheery cry in the sieges and struggles of the past has been as fire from heaven upon our hearts.? Each day some pearl drops from the jewelled thread of friendship?some lyre, to which we have been wont to listen, has been hushed forever. But wise is he who mourns not the pearl and music lost; for life with him shall n.iss nw.iv nsnn eastern shadow from the hills. r?^ J ^ - , and death be a triumph and a gain. INDIAN ATROCITIES IN OREGON. The Oregon papers received by the Inst mail bring heart-rending accounts of the Indian atrocities committed in that territory. A letter from Capt. Hcwctt, published in the Pioneer and Democrat, gives ihc following account of a massacre by Indians on White River: After two day's hard work, reached the house of Mr. Cox, which we found robbed ; confirming our suspicions that greater mischief had been done to the settlement further up the river. We then proceeded to Mr. Jones' place, where we found our worst fears more than realized. The house was burned to ashes, and Mr. Jones (who was at the time sick) was burned in it. Mrs. Jones was found lying about thirty yards from the house, shot through the lower part of the lungs, face and jaws, ^ M l . 1 1 J i!l i . J .1 !it norriDiy nroaen ana muiuaiea, apparently wiin the head of an axe. The bones of Mr. Jones we found, the roasted flesh having been eaten off by the hogs. We found Mr. Cooper (who was living with Mr. Jones at the time) about one hundred and fifty yards from the house, shot through the lungs, the ball entering the left breast. We buried the bodies and proceeded to the house of W. H. Brown, a mile distant. Mrs. Brown and child wo found in the well, her head downwards ; the mother was stabbed to the heart, the knife entering the left breast, and also in the back and back part of the head. She had apparently started to run with her child (an infant about ten months old) in her arms; was overtaken and pitched into the well. The child was below her and had no marks of violence on it. It was not dressed, showing that the mother had taken it from the bed and attempted to flee. Mr. Brown was found in the house, cut to pieces. The left hand had two cuts, as though he had grasped a knife, and had it pulled out, cutting the hand to the bone. There were also two stabs in the palui of the same hand, as though he had attempted to ward off the fatal weapon. His arms and legs were badly cut, and I should think there were as many as ten or fifteen stabs in his back mostly a little below the left shoulder. Everything seemed to show that he had fought desperately, and I think he must have killed some of the devils, from the fact that the fence where they went out from the house had the appearance of having had something dragged over it; and the rails below all smeared with blood. After burying them as well as circumstances would permit, we proceeded to the house of Mr. King, or rather whore his house was, which we found burned to ashes, and where the most horrible spectacle of all awaited us. Mr. King and the two little children were burntin the house, and the body of Mr. King, after being roasted, was eaten almost entirely up by the hogs. Mrs. King was lying about thirty yards from the ruins, almost entirely in a state of nuditv. She was shot aoDarentlv J - _ - i t - tf through the heart?the ball entering the left side ) the left breast was entirely cut off?she was cut open from the pit of the stomach to about the centre of the abdomen, and the intestines pulled out on either side. We performed the last sad rites and proceeded back to our encampment, and the next morning started for Sea tile. ? WHAT IS THE CRIMEA? Ilomer calls it the land of the Lmstrygouians, who were giants and ate men's flesh, and from whom the "much enduring" Ulysses escaped with some difficulty. The Crimea is also known to tragedy as Tauris, and the custom of sacrificing all strangers upon its altars, which then prevailed, shows from the earliest ages it was a dangerous place for foreigners.? To the sun-loving Islanders of the -iEgean, night and storm and eternal night dwelt bei ? ? .yoivl the Euxinc sea which only a few adventurous mariners dared to penetrate. Cimmc n:i: tlicre is meaning m tnat name, ri is omy Crimea in its full development. It was one of the halts of the Caucasian tribes in their lirst Western emigration. The Tartars (Scythians they were then called) drove them out, and on they went, these wandering Cimmerians. They called themselves Cimbri when they arrived in Europe. A portion of tliem in Wales, with fantastic legends of the fall of Troy in their early mythical history, arc still known as Cimbri ; but they are the parents of all the race of Celts ; and now the invaders, English, French, Scotch and Irish are only seeking their ancestral place and making themselves at home after tolerably long absence. They have found there the old Scythian tribe who rejected them. To be sure their former conquerors have not been in possession the whole time, nor very much of it. Little more in fact than half a century since they finally took it into their keeping ; for af ter driving out the Cimmerians, they (these Scythian Tartars) were themselves expelled; but they have come back and got the start of the original owners, who now, after near two thousand years, have just returnedTto look after the old homestead. There is another little association with the Crimea that to us Americans, is interesting.? One John Smith, the John Smith the adventurous captain of Virginia, was also a warrior against the Turks or Tartars. He cut off several turbans with heads inside them, but was unluckily captured, and sold as a slave. He was carried up the Straits to Kertsch and intc the sea of Azof. Somewhere in the Crimea or thereabouts his captivity ceased. He killed his master, seized his horse and clothes anc rode for dear life and the nearest Russian post at that time nearly synonymous ideas. He was kindly received, and passed along from one Muscovite station to another, back to friend.' and to civilization. With every step a new in stalment of gratitude became due from him which he duly discharged through his heiri and assigns ; for he founded Virginia. Vir ginia, one day,.with her sister colonics, bccami the United States of America. England wa: at war with France and her own revolted colo nies. The house of Bourbon and the hous< of Guclph had no leisure to look eastward. Ii fact, there was not an " Eastern Question" a all. Catharine of Russia stepped in with he arms, and the Crimea was hers. France cam* to the rescue only too late. English countr gentlomcn were too full of the Middlesex elec tion and the American war, the " no-Popery' riots and the national debt, to tbink much o the Czarina. Their indian empire was jus beginning, and no Napoleon had taught then the value of the paschalik of Egypt to th overland route to the East. The fall of th Crimea was but the annexation of a barrel Khanet, a revolted State of Turkey. Th Austrian Empire could have taken more intei est in the annexation of Texas than Engl am then did in the Crimean transfer to Russia.The seeds of future calamity are sown in si lence. " The tempest is foretold by a littl cloud no bigger than a man's hand," whici entries nut nf the sea ; but tn.dav the Grime ? ; j ~ ig the centre of the world's gaze, and what i now passing on its soil may be changing th whole visible current of affairs. New Bedford Mercury. LITTLE KITTIE IS GONE! Amid the whirl of excitement which bus ncss of every kind brings upon us at certai seasons?cheered by hopes of anxious friend: or discouraged by the machination of opponent ?the mind seeks a change in sweet memoric of the past; and in none is there greater r< lief than in that of some loved one, who wf intimately interwovcu with the modicum ( earthly happiness that is allowed us in thi world. On such occasions there is a calm an soothing sorrow, which for a time supplants th business occupation of the mind, and contribr tcs, by changing the current of thought, to r< lievc the weariness of spirit which weigli down and oppresses one. It is a blessed fee ing, and one to be cultivated, as it smooths th asperities of life's contentions and bickering! and contrasts plcasurably with the nothingne: of allowing evil passions to influence us. Sue thoughts occur when we find such sublimel touching expressions as appear in the notice b the editor of the Musical Gazette, of Ne York, of the death of a little girl of five yea: old. In announcing her death, he uses th following language: Kittie is gone. Where ? To Heaven. A angel came and took her away. She was lovely child?gentle as a little lamb ; the p< of the whole family j the youngest of thei all. But she could not stay with us any loi ger. She had an angel sister in Heaven wh was waiting for her. The angel sister was wit us only a few months, but she had been i Ileaveu many years, and she must have love Kittie, for every body loved her. The lovel est flowers are often soonest plucked. If a li tie voice sweeter and more musical than othei was heard, I knew Kittie was near. If in study-door was opened so gently and slily th: no sound could be heard, I knew Kittie ws coming. If after an hour's quiet play, a littl shadow passed me, and the door opened an shut as no one else could open and shut it, "s as not to disturb papa," I knew Kittie wa going. When, in the midst of my composin I heard a gentle voice saying; "Papa, may stay with you a little while ? I will be ver still," I did not need to look off my work, t assure me that it was my little lamb. Yo stayed with me too long, Kittie dear, to leav me so suddenly; and you are too still now. You became my little assistant?my hom angel?my youngest and sweet singing-bird and I miss the little voice that I have so ofte: heard in the adjoining room, catching up an< echoing little snatches o" melody as they wer being composed. I miss those soft and swee kisses. I miss the little hand that was alway first to be placed upon my forehead, to "drivi away the pain." I miss the sound of thosi little feet upon the stairs. I miss the litth knock at my bedroom door in the morning, an< the tripple good-night kiss in the evening. ] miss the sweet smiles from the sunniest of fa cos. I miss?oh! how I miss?the foremos in the little group who came out to meet me a the gate for the first kiss. I do not stoop s< low now, Kittie, to give that first kiss. I mis: you at the table, aud at family worship. I mis: your voice in "I want to be an angel," for no body could sing it like you. I miss you in mj rides and walks. I miss you in the garden. I miss you everywhere ; but I will try not tc miss you in Heaven. ".Papa, if we are good] will an angel truly come and lake us to Heaven when we die?" When the question was asked, huw little did I thiuk the angel was sc near ! But he did truly come, and the sweet flower is transplanted to a more genial clime. "I do wish papa would come home." Wait a little while, Kittie, and papa will come. The journey is not long. He will eoon be "home." WaT" The Russians have resorted to the base outrage of poisoning the wells in the Crimea, so that water cannot be obtained for the horses of the enemy. MAN'S DUTY TO WOMAN. Let him learn to be grateful to woman for this undoubted achievement of her sex, that it is she?she far more than he and she too often in despite of him?who has kept Christendom from lapsing back into barbarism?kept mercy and truth from being utterly overborne by those two greedy monsters?money and war. Let him be grateful for this, that almost every great soul that has led forward or lifted up the race has been furnished for each nobler deed, in/1 inanirorl orifVi annVi nofrlnfin onil hnW M. ) UIJU lUO^HVU TT1WU V?vu ^/UUIWWV HUM uvy s piration, by the retiring fortitude of some ) Spartan, or more than Spartan?some Chrisi tian mother. Moses, the deliverer of hispeo[ pie, drawn out of the Nile by the King's [ daughter, some one has hinted, is only a sym( bol of the way that woman's better instincts 3 always outwit the tyrannical diplomacy of man. ? Let him cheerfully remember, that though the 3 sinewy sex achieves enterprises on public tbea. tres, it is the nerve and sensibility of the other , that arm the mind and inflame the soul in se3 cret. "A man discovered America, but a wo. man equipped the voyage." So everywhere; j man executes the performance, but woman s trains the man. Every effectual person, lea. ving his mark on the world, is but another Co3 lumbus, for whose furnishing some Isabella, in i the form of his mother, lays down her jewelry, t her vanities, and her oomfort. Above all let not man practice upon woman r the perpetual and shameful falsehood of pre-, e tending admiration and acting contempt. Let y them not exhaust their kindness in adorning . her person, and ask in return the humiliation ' of hersoul. Let them not assent to her every f high opinion, as if she were not strong enough f. to maintainit a rains t onnosition : nor vet man " o * ? / ? a ufacture opinion for her, and force it on her e Hps by dictation. Let them not crucify her e emotions, nor ridicule her frailty, nor crush q her individuality, nor insult her dependence, e nor play off mean jests upon her honor in con - vivial companies, nor bandy unclean doubts of d her, as a wretched substitute for wit; nor - whisper vulgar suspicions of her purity, which, i- as compared with their own, is like theimmace ulate whiteness of angels. Let them rememb ber that, for the ghastly spectacle of her blasa ted charity, they are answerable. Let them s multiply her social advantages, enhance her e dignity, minister to her intelligence, and, by manly gentleness, be the champions of her genius, the friends of her fortunes, and the equals, if they can, of her heart.?Rev. F. D. Huntington. n ODD TITLES OP BOOKS. 3 In 1686 a pamphlet was published in Lona don entitled "A most Delectable Sweet Perfuls med Nosegay for God's Saints to Smell at."? About the year 1649 there was a work publishi8 ed entitled "A Pair of Bellows to blow off ,f the Dust cast upon John Fry," and another [s called "The Snuffers of Divine Love."? (j Cromwell's time was particularly famous for c title pages. The author of a work on charity entitles his book "Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches." Another, who professed a 1S wish to exalt poor human nature, calls his la? ' i rii n t\ _ tt _l? 1_ Dors "?iign-neeiea snoes ior .uwans in 11011e ness; and another, "Crumbs of Comport for 5) the Chickens of the Covenant." A Quaker 53 whose outward man the powers that were, h thought proper to imprison, published "A sigh y of Sorrow for the Sinners of Zion, breathed y out of a Hole in the Wall of an Earthly Vesw sel known among men by the name of Samuel rg Fish." About the same time there was also ie published "The "Spiritual mustard pot, to make the Soul Sneeze with Devotion;" Salvan tion's Vantage Ground, or a Louping Sand a for Heavy Believers." Another, "A Shot aimed at the Devil's Headquarters through the 11 Tube of the Cannon of the Covenant." This i. is an author who speaks plain language, which 0 the most illiterate reprobate cannot fail to unh derstand. Another, "A reaping hook well n tempered for the Stubborn years of the Cornel ing Crop; or Biscuits baked in the Oven of i. Charity, carefully conserved for the Chickens I. of the Church, the Sparrows of the Spirit, and s the Sweet Swallows of Salvation." To anoy ther we have the following copious description of its contents: "Seven Sobs of a Sorrowful is Soul for Sin, or the Seven Penitential Psalms e of the Princely Prophet David; whereunto d are also added William Humius' Handful of o Honeysuckles, and Divers Godly and Pithy l8 Ditties now newly augmented." ? The Year 1856.?The year just coramenc cd is the latter part of the eightieth and be^ ginning of the eighty-first year of the Indepen0 dence of the United States; the 6569th year u of the Julian period; the latter part of the e 5616th and begining of the 5617th year since the creation of the world according to the Jews e the 2609th year since the foundation of Rome ' according to Varro; the 2632d year of the 01a ympiads; the latter part of the 1272d and beginning of the 1273d year of the twelve lunae tions since the Hegira or flight of Mahomet, 1 which took place on the 16th of July, A. D. 1 622. 2 The Alphonsine tables make this year the " 7089th from the creation; the Greek church " the 0362:1, and some eastern churches date it sixteen years latter than the Greek church.? The Chinese adopt the Sexagenary cycle, of which sixty cycles have now elapsed, their era 1 commencing 2700 B. C., so they now deem ' themselves in the year 4555. The Talmud ) makes this year 7200; the Septuagent 7657; 3 and the Samarian Pentateuch 6565. 5 Amid all the abstruse and painful calcula tions which have been made relative to the ' chronological progress of the world, the Christians era is undoubtedly the most correct and ' authentic. According to that the world was ' created 5859 years ago, the deluge swept the 1 earth 3511 years ago, and 2348 years before Christ; and we are now living in the year 1856 1 dating from the Christian era.?Albany Ar' fJus A Rf.ceipk in Season?To Cure Haras. When you arc smoking your hams occasionally throw upon the fire a handfull of China berries, and it will be found a preventive against skippers. So says a gentleman who has seen it sufficiently tested in South Alabama. There is no companion like money. STAY WHERE YOTJ ARE. i- * . 1' t'ji In the West we have met with petsowpossessed of a mania for clearing land As long, as their farms afford unlimited opportunities ' '. for chopping down huge trees burning up huge logs, they work away with the ardor of passion; .3 but the moment they have made their farms, * tillable and their houses inhabitable they take ' no futher interest on them whatever, and are eager to sell out and plunge deeper into'the. ^ woods, to ply again the axe and the brand.-~ Thus the country is cleared rapidly, but the ^|i blood of the people is fevered, and the passion for change continues after the good done by It ^ , ' has been accomplished. _ The necessity for rapid-clearing of land has I ceased. We have cleared faster than we have >. appropriated. The Eastern and Middle States * -; present an expanse, almost unbroken of half j cultivated land, dotted with unattractive homes. A large number?probably a majority-?of ; those who occupy these'homes, are .at'least willing, if they are not desirous to seU . ?heir farms and try their fortunes in a newer region. They know that the burden of life ia heavy, to <1 be borne where they are; they hope It will be I lighter somewhere else. They forget that the... life of the honest man is easy. They omifc~ * fl from their calculations all the unseen and I spiritual advantages of a permanent residence. 'fl They overlook the faot that the real nutriments I of a tree or a man flow in from the minute ten- fl dills of the root; scarcely visible to the eye, . I which a removal rudely:; tears "away.. They fl neglected to make their homes charming, by 1 planting the ornamental shurb, the shading fl tree, the beautiful flower.- They have not en- - listed in their crops of co-operators the next to I omnipotent aid of science nor bound fhemsel- /fl ves to the fields they till by.tbe interest oif v*?' I ried intelligent experiment/ They do not fl know that new lands, though they give a fl large increase, yet draw large trihuto from the .-fl men who go to live upon them. .^.Tha foirest fl and the prairie do not yield without imparting fl some of their wilderness to their conquerors. -fl It is a game of give and take between civilised fl man and wild nature. The moslof meiroYei?' I twenty-five years of age?who. have a good fl footing upon their native soil) we beliawp.Aa^^l advice is good. Stay where you are, and d# 'fl termiue to stay as long as life fcstrl Pern- fl vering toil, guided by a thinking head) umfr&fl ennobled by a worthy purpose, will reduoe the -? mortgage by degrees, and by degrees beautify , fl toe Old nome ana ierauze me 8ieruem>iuj ?uu . drain the too fertile marsh, and convert stones 'M into stone fences, and make the farm the pride I of the township and the delight of its ownefy Stay where you are, and try it! Thete are I those who should remove?the young, thefl strong; the ineapitaled, the one-too-many: in a Hj family. But if possible such should remove ' fl but once, seeking not a stopping place, but permanent home, in which, and around whioEf"^H all that is best in theijr natures' may gath er and centre.?Lift Illustrated. How to Wash flannkt.'?Some wpmeal^H possess quite & knack in washing flannel,w> taT^B to prevent it fulling. It in not the soapsuds nor rinsing waters that thicken up flannel ia .j^H washing, but the rubbing of it- / Cloth is fulled by being 'pounced and' jounced* in stocks of the fulling-mill witV sbf.peuds,, The action of rubbing flannel on a' wash-bohrd, is just the same as that of the fulling-mill. Flannel, therefore, should always be washed in very^^H strong soapsuds, which will - remove the dirt and grease, by squeezing, better than-hard I rubbing will in weak soapsuds. It should al? so be rinsed out of the soap in very warm ter, red never in cold, as the fibres of the wool do not shrink up as much in warm as in cold water, after coming out of warm soapsuds. Great care should be taken to rinse did IB soap completely out of the flannel. This ad-. vice will apply to the washing of blankets, tbw^H same as to flannel.?Scientific American. .-S| mn . Usury Laws.?C. Davis Melton, amen^^H ber of the Legislature from Chester District, in a letter to the Chester Standard, gives the ^Hj following views in opposition to the repeal of^H the usury lawsj <1 am opposed on considerations of publte?^H policy to any removal of restrictions uponthe^H| growing evil of tradiug in money.. The en-'.^H couragement of this traffic-must tend to diver^^H our people from the legitimate pursuits of life a tendency which is already too great, and which indeed needs no encouragement I ob-^^H ject to throwing before our people any induce-^H ment to convert into money those investmentsHB which add to the wealth and prosperity of the country. I object to any measure whose tendency is to convert our people into financiers, money-changers and usurers, to the discour^^^H agement of those interests on which rests permanent well-being of the country." . A Man Saved by his Wife's Corpse.?^^H Mr. Walters, a passenger on the steamer Aiu^^H thouy Wayne, was taking from Chicago back^^f to Philadelphia the remains-of a fond aodlov-^^| ing wife, to be buried among her relations and frionds. Thirirnr the trin the ill-fated boat ex-^^fl ploded ber boilers, killing nearly every one on^^H board. Mr. W. was lifted several hundredj^^H feet into the air, and fell into tbe water almost^^B lifeless. The night was dark and dreary, and^^H in his struggles to keep himself afloat he acci-^^H dentally struck against a box to which he^^H clung all nightlong with desperation. When I H daylight appeared he discovered that the bcxflM which had saved his life contained the corpse^^H of his wife. /.* fl^H m?? S&" "Boss, I want twenty-five cents." flMj "Twenty-five cents! How soon do you^^H want it, Jack ?" " Next Tuesday." HH| "As soon as that! You can't have it. have told you often that when you oi^ ig of so large &q amount of money you give me at least four week's notice I" IST'The New York Day Book says thefljfl court has at length decided that Mre". Gainea^Hfl is entitled to the property claimed by her in^^Bj New Orleans. So at last, after twenty years? B litigation, she will come into possession of bout $15,000,000. - . ? - . ? a^B NaT There are graves no time can close. ^Bfl