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??? In; "(I mm _ i ' k n fr r.?ir.- * f 71^'' ^ ^ ifii TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM.] "THH FHIOS OP LXBEHTV xm btshnaxi vianiANdn." [PAYABLE IN ADVANCE BY DAVIS & CREWS. ABBEVILLE, S; C., THURSDAY MORNING, OCTOBER C, 1859. VOL. XVI ::NO. si A UfMDlTH T TTDDn I naij n fiftVi It was a cold dark night in December and tbe wiud blew along the slushy London streets; the blazing lights in the butchers' shops in Clare market wared about like infernal banners. The policeman stood stiffly up in the doorways for shelter; and we who were snugly ensconsed in the house surgeon'e room of old St. fcarnabas. were perhaps tbo only people comfortable in the parish of St. Clemeu1 Danes. Our party consisted of Drown, (we'll call him Brown,) myself and a 6mali thin man culled Jourdan. How small and fragile ho looked as lie sat oil tho arm of the old horse-hair sofa, discussing with Brown and myself a question in physiology. How red the spots grew over liis cheek-bones, and how his cough rattled as he called Mailer, Kullikur and Scroeder von der Kolk to witness that he was right, and wo two signally and miserably wrong. 1 Well, so bo it,'said I at last. 'IIow the wind howls. It must matter but little to these poor neighbors of ours under tho Adelphi arches whether their sensory nerve fibres can be traced upward from tho posterior columns of tho cord or not. For my own part, I don't believe a?' 4 Wliat!' shrieked JourJan,' when Wag* nor lias demonstrated that'? 'Ob, please, sir,'said a nurse, bouncing into the room, ' that man in tliu TopWard lias got out of bed and is jumpin' mad.' 4 Well, make him go back again,1 I can't sir. He's got tlio crutch from the patient in the next bed, aud I daren't near him.' lleigh ho!' said Jourdun, 4jt is always thus in our profession. Wo just taste , occaasionally the sweets of scientific ; discussion, when wo have to leave them for the disiruslino- tniictip.nl annliMiinnt' O O I* "11 | Up stairs we went, past wards where < the sufferers were most of them forgetting ; in sleep the distresses to which they would < presently awukc. All was quiet iu the old ( hospital, save the howl of the wind and < Jourdan's cough. * Confound the pedantic i little chap,' I thought to myself; 4 he'll | weaken that operation case.' One more i stairs to climb, and we reached the Top ward, whore there was unusual excitement; the patients silling up in their beds, the poor follow with the heart disease, the consumptive, the dropsical patient, all watching a tall, stalwart figure, standing in a flannel night-gown, with his back to the Are, leaning with his chin on a crutch* and evidently in deep thought. Directly he saw us, lie shouldered the said piece of timber, if not to show how fields were won, to give us as good a representation as circumstances would allow of how he intended winuin (f illG (lfcld oil the iuoq I cut occasion. Wisk came the handle over iny head, as I ducked and escaped the blow. * My good man,' said Brown,4 now do go into bed. Is there anything I?' Wisk came the crutch over our heads, and as we ducked, the maniac leaped rap idly past us from bed to bed, gained the door, and ere we had time to intercept him, ho was in the patsage. In the ceiling of the passage just outside this door was a trap Which led out upon ' the roof; it was not far from the floor. With the activity of madness, he leaped, caught the edge of the trap, swung himself up, and was upon the roof. We looked at cach other. Here's a business,' says Brown,' he'll be down in the street in a twinkling, for he'll never stand against this wind. t i,*r? a - vv uai a mess we shall get into ? was my selfish thought. We got a pair of steps, and getting up them put our heads out of the trap. The moon was shining bright, but the wind was shrieking through the old stacks of chimneys, and now and then a tile detached would slide down the roof and drop into the street. 4 By Jore,'6ays Brown, he must have fallen ; I can't ace biin anywhere. Let me look. Ah, there good heavens! how conld be have got there, right at the end of this pointed old roof, covered with tlippery Across tliis, in tlie moonlight, we could see a long rlindow, and what I at first took to be a chimney stalk, was the madman, standing gazing on the moon. At each gust of the fierce wind his body swayed as though he would fall; but there he stood in all the sublimity and strength of mania gazing at that planet whose supposed influence orer such unfortunates as himself, Las given its name to the most awful of maladies. What could we do? The nurses, tho porters were assembled at the foot of tho steDB. Our feelin<* ? - ? ? | - q ??" wj/wuoi uiill'jr was intensely painful. An exclamation, a adden noise, might send the poor wretcb tumbling into the street. What- ware we to do f I felt something push by me on the ateps, and then, for the first time, noticed that Jourdan had rejoined oe. A paroxysm of coughing bad kept him below stairs when Brownand I hurried into the ward. I saw bi? eyes sparkling, and beard his rough breathing as the iitllo fei* low said! 4 Ilold these,' and put a pair of balf Wellingtons into my bands. Was be mad, too, taking off bis boots in such a place 2* 4 Why, Jourdatij what?' *IIush?' said he, ris bd htlsed himsell through tho trap and Btood on the roof We now saw ho was going to seiee the madman. The latter, as I have said, was tt tall stout man in a stato of acuto mania ; out frieud was diminutive, and his naturally small frame was wasted by diseaso. lie got on the sharp apex of the sloping roof; a blast of wind came> and down he went but he caught something, raised himself, and walked along, liko one on a tight rope. The madman does not seem to notice him. We watch them both, and our hearts beat not only with anxiety but shame. The possibility of such a fato never had entered our own imaginations. Now ho nears the maniac; who notices him turns half round, and throws his arms up in defiance. Hilt mi .Iniir/lnn nr.\/ic Tlmif ? ... w.. u VUIui?h j^wv.o, x uvii oiniuun a nuw mingle on tlic roof. Tlic wind sccnis to howl louder, aud our eyes less able to distinguish objects. 'Great Heaven! they're down,' said Brown, squeezing my arm, ns something rattled over the roof. No?it waa only a tile. What aro they doing? They aro nearer us now?Jourdan walked wearily backwards, and leading the maniac, whom he had grasped by the breast of his night shirt. Still are these mad hands held out threateningly over the frail figure guiding him to safely. They reach the trap1 Brown and I descended the steps to make room for this strange pair. Down they come. We seizo the great mad arms and nin them down, and nut Urn man fn bed.* AVe turn to look for Jourdan, lio is quietly pulling on lils boots again ; and so we all return ro the house-surgeon's room. I shall not trouble the reader with any moral reflections, which he may draw, as well as mjself, from tliis little adventure, t'oor Jourdan's brave spirit is now, I trust, where be obtains a clearer insight into those ;reat truths he so enthusiastically investi" rated in his short and useful life. The pa.ient whose life he saved was only suilcring from temporary mental excilemeut, aud is now a strong and useful man. The Painter and the Prince.? Frank Leslie's News tells the following capital " Rowland for an Oliver" anccdotc, as of recent occurrence in New York : Some few days since Judge Whitley was subpoenaed as a witness in the Forest case. His old acquaintance. l'rincA .Tnlin V.-m Huron, was tlio examining counsel. The Judge, who now and then aims at the facetious, was asked by the Prince what bis occupation was. " Oh," said he, I'm a painter, poet, politician, justicc of the peace, editor?in a word, a Jack of all trades." " Put that down," said the Prince.? "Jack of all trades." " Excuse me," replied the Judge, 44 that was a mere pleasantry. I protest against your putting that down." 4,I insist," retorted the pertinacious Prince and it was duly entered that Thomas W. Whitley confessed to being a Jack of all trades. I a few minutes afterwards the facetious Jack of all trades had his revenge on the Princely Jack of all parties ; for, upon his asking how it was that Whitley was so snre he was in Buffalo in 1848, the sarcastic Jersey Justice said, in a most emphatic manner : 41 Becuse I had then the pleasure of hearing Mr. John Van Buren make liis famous freesoil speech!" A laugh from the spectators greeted the retort, vthlfe the Prince groaned inwardly. Prelty hard Icc.?Deacon Johnson is a great temperance man, and sets a good example of total abstinence as far lie is seen. Not long sinco he employed a carpenter to make some alterations in his parlor, and repairing the corner near the fire-place it vtos found necessary to remove the wainscoting, when lo! a discovery was made that astonished everybody. A brace of decanters, a tumbler, and a pitcher, wore cozily reposing there as if they had stood there from the beginning. The Deacon was summoned, as he beheld the blushing bottles ho exclaimed,? Wa'll, I declare, that is curious, 8iiro enough. It must be that old Bains left them when he went out of this house thirty years ago.' Perhaps he did/ returned the carpenter* 'bat, deacon, the ice in the pitcher must have been froze mighty hard lo stay all this time.* If tliou hope to pleiise all, thy hopes are vain: if thou fear to displease some, thy feare are idle. The way to please thyself is not to displease the best: and the way to displease (he best, is to please the most. If thmi canst foebion thyself to please ailf thoo shalt displease Him who is all in all V-W' Coaxing the Bear.?"My Jove," said Mrs. Foozle to her husband"oblige me with a five dollar note today, to pwrcbase a nnvv ilrno * "Shan't do any socfc thing, Kate?yon called mo a hear yesterday." "Lor, love, that was nothing, I meant that you were fond of bugging.* "You litile?I have no ftre^Jtuit here's a. tea." THE F0ET8 OF SCOTLAHD. ] f There is no country in tho world which possesses a richer treasury of natioual poe- j i try than Scotland, or a nobler array of il- ( lustrious bards. Tho name of Uurns, j Scott, Campbell, and others, will ever be as j household words. There is, likeVriaej a f host of poets of losser note, whose names j i could tiot bo enumerated, who have added , many gems to Scotland's natural minstrelsy, j i In the national lyrics of Scotland We see n ] pure and affectionate spirit, and could easily t gather from them, had we no other records, N that they proceeded from a simple, honest, t strong-minded, independent, hospitable, and ?j happy people. Tho 60ugs of a nation gen- c erally indicate the national virtues. A do ] graded, slavish, and sensual nation could n i never give utterance to manly, vigorous sen- c i timents. The Scottish songs grasp all that is ( interesting in human feeling and passion, t They duscribeatid fix deeply on tho memory n those localities which have been the scene a of memorable transactions, or are hallowed tl t>y some romantic tradition. The poetic si ? ?i?i: -? - . - - oviir.va vjii lllc UlV?rSlllOU SCC11CS Ol (pllCt [l lovelines and wild grandeur with which Scot n lanad bounds. The rugged mountain lifts its si giant head amid the clouds?the lake S gleaming at its foot like a diamond?tho h roaring waterfall?the winding river and g the fertile valley, all come forth glowing in it immortal verso?things of beauty to the p heart, and joys for ever. si The national songs reflect the many sided d character of the Scottish people. They tl give tho diflerent shades of their original- h ity, and their humor, as well as traits of / their outward peculiarities and habits. They ii reveal the deepest workings of the heart: o its hopes, its joys, its cares, its suflferings( t< and its loves. They arc called out of the w wildest depths of feeling, out of the wild- g est drflntrin /if fntinn ?i.o ? 1 * ?? v. iih.uj , mo luvciicot tuuugnis v are twined around then), and tlio fondest 5s memories grow bfight and clear iu their n light. S There are songs in tho Scottish minstrel, si ay so noble in their sentiments that they It can rouse the soul to the highest pilch of d patriotism; there ale songs so tend** ifi tl their associations as to make the strohg ri man weep; there are songs so truly woeful si in their story as to flood the mind with a j> very sea of sadness; there are songs so h homely in their description of domestic o bliss that an atmosphere of socal happiness w seems to float around them; and there are ? songs so quaint in their humor, or so 11 bold in their fun, as to " set the table in a " roar." Si It is good for the world that songs can- S! not be selfishly appropriated. They can n be enjoyed equally by the loftiest and the c: lowliest. Neither are they for one time.? ^ There are songs which have come down to P us, after having cheered, consoled, and a charmed those who were before us, and w they will descend with younger com- a panions, in t-e fullness of their power, to d gladden and soothe future generations.? b Once learned, songs keep a singular liold on the memory. Even in old age, when the most important transactions of life are r< forgotten, snatches of songs swell up in the remembrance like sudden gushes of an al- ? most exhausted fountain. In every sltua* tc tion songs and tuues come uuhidden to the s' mind, foi we cannot be always aware of what brings them up ; and song, by making the heart cheerful, lightens labour. 8 What a mysterious power a simple metbdy and a few simple worda exercise l< over the heart I "Songs of my native land, cl To me how dear! p Songs of my infancy, j? Sweet to mine ear! jl Entwined with my youthful days, . Wi' the bonny banks and brae# " Where the winding btrmfc strays, Murmuring near, K Strains of my native land, h Tlmt thrill the soul, Pouring tho magic of ^ Your soft control! Often hfll&A -titl'lir minairniai ? Soothed the pang of misery, d Winging rapid thoughts awny 1) To realms on high." fi . ? ? ^ Warning to Serenaders.?A young gentleman of a musical turn of mind one night n serenaded'his Dulcinea, aided and abetted t! therein by a patlf of deluded friends. Cl 4 Next day be visited the acreriaded fair one. 8I Iler eyes,' ho says, betrayed the fact that 8 'she had pasted a sleepless night, and with R a palpitating heart, we tendered our hyp- '' ocritical sympathy.' Ob, Mr. yawn- ^ ed the lady 'there was micb a noise in the e street last night! Some polfoertiGft were r< taking an intoxicated colored man to the 61 8tation houBe, and he screamed and swore so dreadfully, just m (bey eame in front of our door, tliat the whole neighborhood was l' aroused. The policemen seemed to eapos- 8' tulate with him in vain, and it must have ^ been an hour before they could get him P awny P Just then the gent remembered ^ ?!._? l._ l.j ?; ? - - iuai> n?3 uau h hick irtemi near by1, nml tfrtt c to see biro at once. ^ ?t< SmitTr and Crown trmrt'wg opposite w?j8 a round a cornrcr struck each other/ h 41 Oli, dear," ??id fchrritb, " bow you made ri rrry bead, ring." vv w "That's a sign tbat its hc/ftcritf sarird ft Brown.. ' p 44 Don't year's ttngf said Smith. \ "No." n , " That's ? ?ig? its cracked" !< REV. MR. 8PUBGE0N ON THE NEWSPAPE! The llcv. C. II. Spurgeon, in depositin; jottlo in tlio foundation atono of his n< ;hurch building In London, said : Tl jottle contained Mot the curreilt Coins lie lealm, for they had none of them spare. It contained no newspapers, loweVcr much they might appreciate t icwspapcr press, they still thought it in; iropiiato to place papers in such a pla t contained the Bible?[loud choc rsJ he old-fashioned Baptist Confession of Fa vhich was signed by Benjamin l\ea< heir former pastor; tho declaration of l loflpniil tvliw.K 1?? 1 - - 1 ..uivii IK1U HUiHU ll'tUI, Wi lli in parchmcnt ; an edition of f?r. Kippo Iymn Hook, as published before he die nd, lastly, a programme of that day's p: codings. [Cheers. | These would bo he perusal Mew Zealander, who was losit he luins of London bridge, when this gr< ation had gone to decay, if over it d nd if such were the case he had no doll bat they would eventually be stored up ome Australian or American museum. Cheers and laughter.] The reverend gent lan then duly deposited the bottle in t Lone. At a meeting in tho evening ^ purgcon said, Dr. Campbell, it appear ad been misled into making another c ngemeut for the day, owing to a stateme i nit! papers as 10 mc ceremony bun ostponed in conscquenco of tlic builde Lrikc. Mr. Spurgeoti said that the revere octor as ah editor, should have learned lis time not to believe everything vvlii 0 saw in the papeis. [Loud laughter.] it any rate, his friend ought not to belie 1 those paragraphs unless ho knew of I wn knowledge that they were true. [Lang ir and cheers.] For his own part, he on rished he could compel the papers to ma ood their statements, except when tin rere abusing him. [Cheers and laughtei ome of the papers had discovered that lagnificent fortune had been left him, [V purgeon] of which, however, lie had Lit slfno knowledge whatever. [Cheers ai uighter.] ITc could only say, that he won ivide the dividends of that fortune anionj :i6 editofs of those papers. [Laughte lie fact was that no mm lm.1 l..f? liim xpence. [Hear, bear.] Unt if lie mig idge by tbo headache and weariness whi e felt at that moment, it seemed as if sor ne was thinking of it. [Laughter.] But 'odd say to such a one, "Don't do anythii f the kind." [Laughter.] IIo approved linisters getting a good salary fur prcac lg; and in this respect ho would cordial ?y that he was for his own part perfccl itisGed?[cheers]?but if ever any one li nnisters a large sum of money, they go rally lost their voice, or got an attack ronchitis, or something of that sort, whit ut an end to their preaching. [Hear, her nd cheers.] Ueverting to the Press, 1 ould say that he cared not how th Hacked him or attempted to combat 1 octrine, he would come out all the stfonge ut when the Press began to praise hi ien he felt the necessity of Diviue suppc > keep him humble. [Hear, hear.] T jverend gentleman concluded by thankii jo Crystal Palace Company fof the lo f their chairs, when he had applied in Yf ) some of the neighboring places of w< lip for the loan of their forms. m ? Battle of "\Vutertoo.?The following si ular anecdote is told in emmnoimn lis battle, in the Jtov. James White's H sry of France; "It was a Sunday: and while all I liurch-bells in Englaud were calling t eople to prayer, the cannonadocommenc Ivery body was in expectation of a batt t was known in England that Napole ad crossed over into the Netherlands, ai lat Wellington was ready to meet hi fews was slow of coming, and peopli carts were sick with the expectation te next mail. It chanced that botwc le services on that eventful Sunday, lergyman in kent was walking in his gj en. His gardener was an old soldier wi ad fought in Spain. He said : 'There's ght goirtg on sir, somewhere ; for I r leinb6r when we were in the Peninsul re always knew when a cannonado w iKing piace, wirerovef rt might No, by rumbling of fresh mould.' IIo took jade and dug down a single foot, ai long the smooth sifrfaco left by the st< n imperceptible trempling shook doi ttle pellets of the soil. 'That's it, si lid the gardener, 'theyW at it, su nough.' Before tlio nelt Sunday cai >und, the news had spread from end ad of the sea cjirt isle." ?? -- t> * m ? Saving Time.- A clergyman, who eflj? lie substantial benefits of a fine farm, w lightly taken dowry, a few days ago, 1 is Irish plow mart, Mho was silting at 1 low, in a tobacco field, resting his horse, 'lie reverend gentloman, -being a great uritmiiBi, mnu wun grenrt scrroTfsnesS fohn, wouldn't *it bo a good plan ior v j have a stub scythe liere and be hrtbbi few bushes alung the fisnc6 while t orse is resting V John, with quite an h icus a counloiKico as thediviive vtote liiTi slf, replied ; 'Woirld rroi it be wetl, a >r you to have a tub o1 potatoes in t ulpit, and when they are singing, to pi ini awhile to.be ready for the pot?' T svcrend gentleman laughed heartily a !ft. R3. THE PSALMS OF DAVID. 5 a Tho last Psalm ctlds with a chorus to iw the pnliSo of God, in which tho poot calls i?it oh all people; on all IttstHirtibnts di' sacrcd of inlisiti, all the elements and all the stars to to join; Sublimo/r'nafc of that opera of sixty Tor years, sung by tllo shepherd, the hero, the h<J king, rind tho old inan ! 'P" In this closing J'sahh we see tho almost c0, inarticulate enthusiasm of tho lyric poet; so rapidly do tho words press to his lips, u" floating upwards towards (!od their source, like the smoke of a great lire of the soul ',0 wafted by the tempest here ! Here we see u" David; ol* ralher the human heart itsoll, j n s W illi all ils t?od-given notes ol' grieff joy i l' > highest expression ; a vasu of perfume ! ro" broken on ihe steps of the temple, and j 'or sheddiiig abroad ils odors from the hoarL | 0,1 of David lo ihe heart of all humanity ? ',lt Hebrew, Christian, or even Manommedan? every religion, every complaint every prayer ^ has takeufroiii this vase shed on the heights m of Jerusalem, wherewith to give forth their accents. The little shepherd has become the 'e master of the sacred choir of the Univeise. '1C There is not a worship on earth which prays 'r' not with his words, or sings not with his voice. A chord of his barn is to be found in I 11 all choirs, resounding cveiy where an J for nl ever in unison with the echoes of lloreh and Engaddi! David is the Psalmist of rs . ^ eternity ; what a destiny?what pt)wer hath poetry when inspired by Ood. hy cj, As for myself, when my spirit is excited, or devotional, or sad, and seeks fur ah ro echo to its enthusiasm, its devotion, its ,j3 meiahcholy, I do not open l'indar, or IIorace, llaiiz, those purely academic poets ; |y neither do I find myself murmuring to exjjg press my emotion. I open tho book of jy l'saltus, and there I llnd words which seem r.J to issue from the soul of ages, and which a penetrate even to tho heart of all genera[r. tions. llappy the hard who has become 11. tho eternal hymn, the personilicd prayer nt| and complaint of all humanity! If wc ,hl look back to that period when fsuch songs r5(, resounded over tho world, if wo consider rtJ that while tliey only sang of wine, love, a blood, and the victories of coursers at tho lit games of Elidus, wc are seized with proch found astonishment at the mystic accent of no Llio shepherd prophet, who speaks to God he tlio Creator, as one friend to another, who ig understands and praises His great works, of admires His jnsliec, implores Ilis mercy, ill- and becomes, as it were, antieipative echo tly of the evangelical poetry, speaking the soft !y words of Christ before His coming.? eft l'rophet or not, as ho may be considered n- by Christians, or skeptics, none can deny dt in t':e poet-king an inspirati? n granted to jli no other. Head Greek or Latin poetry afir, ter lValms, and see how palo it looks.'? be Lamar tine. The Iiuliun IIcll and Heaven.?Tho doir ? ceased Indian has, according to them, a long m> journey to take towards tho west, until be )r1, comes to a deep rushing river, which sepak? rates him from the htfp'py hftnting grount?s. The twtf sfiores of this river are connected Ktr o I r\v\ r* rvi nA 4 J mjj Ik iuii^ |/HIU I.IUIIA} Obi UI Uitl IV HUU 1,0 polished, which must bo used as a bridge. >r" The good man passes with a firin and secure step across this slippery bridge, roaches the happy hauling grounds, and enters on the In" possession of eternal youth and strength; His sky is always clear, a cool breeze is ls" perpetually blowing for him, and he passes his" Ihtfe frr Bailing, hunting, dancing, and boundless felicity. The bad frian, when lie ^ie steps upon the bridge, sees the two overhanging shores totter, he alterfipts to ea'e* cape, and falls into the abj3s bfelb'w, where on tlie water is ftfshfng with tho sound of thunder over rocks ; where the air is m* poisoned by the exhalations from dead fish e s and other animal bodies, and tie water whirling round and round, brings him alon ways back to the same point where all tho a trees are withered ; where it swarms with ir* lizards, snakes, and toads : where the dead '*6 are htfngry, nrtd have Aothirtg to eat * where 1 a the living fend a diseased life and cannot e~ die. The shores are covered with thousands ar of these unhappy beings, wh^ climb tfp as to get a glance into (he happy hunting a grounds, which thoy can never enter. * ni* Man and Woman.?Stan is strong? *e' woman is beautiful. Man is daring in con. vu duct?woman is diffident and u nassuming Man shin&s abroad?woman at ^lome ro Man talks to convince?woman to perduado] no and pleaso. Man has ft tugged heart? to woman a soft and tcrtdcr ono. lifan pro vents misery?woman relives it. Wan has scfertco?woman, tast#. Man has judg merrt?worrtaYr, senstbifity. itjfnn is a being m of justice?woman, of morcy. by - ' , "S A little mcidcrtt occtfrred M one of the schools in West fjynn on Wednesday, says ?~ - ? t-! -i J - .... me jireruBt vrniuii in, perunps, world relating. Opo of ihe classes wero rcciting, and tlio teacher asked a littlo American mrl HUo nor r ? tlio first man was. Sim answered that she did not know. Tlie qircstruiV *as put to > ^ thft nojft stfltofnrf, art Irish child, who anjr hwcre.r? ho 4 Afirain, air,? with apparent salmfao. if. / i'i'-U\u 2CI tion. 'La,' saitf tile ?rst scholar,* j-ou nfeddn't n<* feel so grand about -it* h? wasn't rut Ir~ isJunan! ' 1 V APHORISMS. If brevity be llle soiil of wit, tlio finest fdrlii of tViliStlib a^horiain. liiit, tinforlu nately lot tli'o trlith dr tHo saying, brevity is only tli'o boviy, and wit itself is the soul. The aphorism in, thercfol'o, the most suggestivo form of cxphesSidn olilv, and may dr may not contain either wit or wisdom. As great minds generally learn lo con dense and acquire a lively appreciation of the merits of strength above voluminous* ness, this brief form of eSpivsrioii has unanimously been ehbseli bv most great writers, in which to give vent to their more forcible ideas. The result is, thai literature abounds in terse, sharp sayings; of two or three lines only, which rjally c??;ilaiti hall the wi.-doin that poiVadcs t!:o whole ma<*s of published matter. I'.in it is greatly to be regretted that the aphorism is the most Lli:ii?lcK'?s, as well as most difficult ami lofiV stylo or writing.? The immense demand of the newrpaper press fur brief sentences to fill iij> odd corners, popularize such scraps of thought to an extraordinary extent, yet gives the utterer no credit for his labors. A long article, which is more exhaustive than suggestive, is nearly always copied under llio signature which it first apppoars with ; but the jewel of wisdom, clipped at random from the first book at hand, goes forth without parentage. One of tile truest and most powerful aphorisms wo reniem* ber, is: ' In their errand actions, men show themselves; in their litlle ones, the)* tat themselves bo seen !' This is familiar to every one. It has been copied hundreds of times to fill up a vacacy of two lines at the bottom of a newspaper column ; yet how many are there who can name its author? Not one in fifty who hitVo read it! We have met with it again and again, but never discovered whence >tr tine, originally, until we happened to find it in tho form of a reflection, in one of Alphonsc Karr's pleasant stories. Lacon, Rochefoucauld, and others, have furnished many of these, which are known to all of uh, but which none can place save those who attentively read the works of their authors. If every editor who selected and aphorism from its parent source would place the name of its writer after it, tho eft eel would be most oncouaaging to men of ideas ; and the reading world bo less troubled by having to wade through whole pages in order to get at a thought iniit migm nave been much better told in ten words. Physioynomy nf Good Livers.?Gourmands by predestination are generally of the middle height: they have round ofsquare faces (carre), sparkling eyes, small forehead, short nose, full lips and round chins. Tho women are dimpled, pretty rather than handsome, with and incllnatiofi to embonjtoint. Those who are especially addicted to good eating have finer feature* a more refined appearance ; they are more miynonncs, and are distinguished by a peculiar manner of their own in swallowing. Under this exterior, the most amiable dinner-companions are to be fcWnd j partake of overv dish handed to them, eat slowly, and taste with reflection. They are in no hurry to leave the spot whero tfiey have been well entertained, find you have them for the rest of the evening, because they are aware what games and amusements are to tuliavt th6 ordinary accessories of a grtstfonofnic meeting. Those, on the contrary, to whom nature lias denied an aptitude for the orjoyineiits of taste, iiave long faccs, long noses, anil long eyes ; no no matter what their stature, there is something longHfldfrial about iffciri. '/hey have sleek black hair, and are thin and lanky ; it Is tliey who invented trou?er?. Women whom nature has similarly afflicted, aro angulous, yawn at dinner, and live upon whist and bcandal. The inclination of liie fair sex for good living is a natural instinct, because it is favorable to tlifcir i^ood look*. A' series of observations have convinced mc that ladies who livo well remain young much longdr than otliers. Tt gives more brilliancy to the eve. more freshness to the skin, more support to tlie muscles; awl, as physiology b?fs proved tfttft tlie depression of th6 tfiffsdes causes wrinkles, thoso dreaded Cnertiiea of beauty, it is al*.o true, taking all on ao etyual footing, that tlio ladies who koo'\V h'<AV 16* 6at aVc, comparatively, ten years younger than thfcse who are ignorant on the subject.?lirillulSavarbxs Art rrf Dining. ffai/s te Kind to IJtrtir Slaters.?You may Ifae Co be oU<, And nover find such louder, loving Mends as thews sisleis.? Thihk how many tilings they do foi1 yorf? how they love you in spite of nil your ill temper or rudei'>ft& f6 (Item. He ever ready to oblige tliemf?la ffetfotm any lit tlo office for tbern that fres fn your power. Tbink wliat you can do fo* thci'n ; and if tbey express a Wfstt, fcb ready to grnlify ft if possible. -You do not know bow much happiness yotf vffll finif irt bo dfofug. t never yet kuew a happy ntiif i'eapfceled man Ubtf riot irt fm yoi\tfi tin J 16 hi& sistcjf. There is ft beautiful ?ong which any* f "fee kind to'yoiir sister?not many may know .. tflie depti of trao sietcrly loVc ; ; The wealth of tho occan lies fathom* ftfclOW THie stfrfacc (lVu/t aintffcAjs alWfe.'* ' TEMPLE OF rtEftlJfcRAit Tllo tetliple ol' I-endeiah fa til oil5 For containing representations of the Zodiac, is not of the earliest Egyptian architecture, but bolongs to tlie little of tlio Ca-sars. Its columns nt-c Uiigi.ieeful, ami the sculpture, in tlio liiain pail of the biiilJiilg; Is coarso and mutch defaced. It is consecrated to Atliortlio Kgvptian Aphrodite: .Cleop'atr.i and her son are sovehd tiiS'es rather rudely sculpHired on the outer wall, fine is curious to know wether these portraits li'ear any resemblance to thin celebrated wom in. Iii point ol beauty, tliev do not compare with the round, plump facu of the goddess, whni is it* le than ii hundred times represented; This, like all tlio temples we have seen, is divided into various apartments, and, while exploring them, 5 became separated from the rest of our psitry. Following tlio Arab guide, and attunded by one of our boatmen, we camc to an aperture iu tho wall. The guide, pointing to it, said,' "Qttiesc" (pretty) ft was enoiigh. In 111y eager curiosity to seo what was there, I mentioned to him to fo in mwl n VI Itnicu III after him. Here we entered a passage, not inoro than tlueo feet wide; aud perhaps twelve feel high, perfectly dark, running the whole length of the building. I was tod tnutoli engrossed by the extreme beauty of the sculptures covering the walls on eitficr side, which I oouM see distinctly by tho light of iffo torch, to think of my insolated condition, and continued groping my way," until we unexpectedly came to a flight of stairs that led below. The guido was going uiu in^ courage was not equal to that.' Dungaons aiul bones arose before mo?the air became suffocating?I made signs tTitfi I wished to return to get riiy breath, and i scarcely need say that I returned at a pretty rapid pace. Securing tho protection of Miss t>., (who docs not know tliat companionship is protection ?) 1 re-entered, and wo feasted amidst the curious representation of gods and goddesses (the chief of whom was the pretty Atho'r.) and tho kings who were making offerings to them. Tho stairs whichj together, wo did not hesitate to descend; led to a passage directly tfndor the 6 ihroilgli ttiiich we had passed, and precisely like it. We continued gazing and admiring, when, at the end of it, we cable to a small apartment, black as night. We were on tlie point of entering, when a certain,1 noise not entirely new to our ears, beIfayed 10 us tho fearful truth that we were about invading the possessions of that mysterious lover of drfrkness' tho bat. . . . . Millions of bats came forth" fro'W their hiding-places makirg a noiso like thunder. Nothing daunted, Miss B. would havo prosecuted he^ design of exploring thia room, if I had not begged hfcr to desist. And thus was sacrificed oilr curiosity and thfi opportunity of examining the snnt| JuTti to whinll fliia """ '* * 1 ~ ' , |.n.w?tjo niia luu opening Man Wants but Lit le Here Below.?Oeorge Dawson, in one ofliis fresli foreatacnnted letters to the Albany Eveninr) ?~ Joiirnal, thus flisto&tecs of th6 paucity o( hVau'd actual wants?: It is wonderful liow very few things aro r&tllj' needful to our comfort. Nfcst of otfr wants aro fictitious. No one of us ever ate a dinner with a greater relish thari (his that was extemporized over a htfgfe' fire in the opert air. 'fliere were but few dishes?brook and lake trout, potatoes; bread and tea?but they wer6 well got up, and our appetites craved them. Our plates were of tin, and our tables andchair? of whatever was convenient. Ami thero was a' silen'co for the epico of ten tfj'ini/tes! fto gourmand was over more absorbed with lua ...... ?.uiiiv ?%nu j?urr. than wc with our trout and ^otatofep; Not did ever turtle or pork fall inoro delicately upon tho palate. There is no sauce like hunger, as ?fi'6re are few bl&s'fJi/igs fnforo to ho covcted than an appetite >111(1 a full larder. Wo had them all ~ ?plenty ami a relish for it. '^a is a groat luxury in the woods?= boiled in an open pail and dipped in a tin cup. It is drank profusely at every meal, and is more longed for after rt w6ary march than nny other liquor available. No sports' man's kit is properly made up which doc-a not contain a pound of Young Ilyson j rtnd 116 camp meal is perfect without li brimming disfi of ?h6 soothing beverage. If ho has pork, bread and tea, the woodsman snaps his finger at nil tho miserable "llesh pots" which go to make up the l<nlufrei of diVTlijfaflroff. and whoso hm rfnn?. ?16s lassitude, gout, indigestion and the -JSj| t'libusand and unu other "ills flesh is lieif H Not a/e f;ia oilW tfaiifs leaa simple'/ iio can imagine nothing more luxuriant than a compactly knit bark shaiVty, ear- '?M pcted tfitPi fresh lieiYilock houghs, artdf . -;|s enlivened at night by a hard Wood fire inr M front ol i". To him it is a palace; and \l fcijUnos but flie i'?|>oriciVc6 of bftt u -> .-/sH t or i wo io wmfce ih? irtost delicate nttafau# , /^H tliiik wiifi iuM. < | * Mick/ amid ? bfiukJayeMo" Aia if vou incct Patrick,^# mT to make lifts to, aa we are waiting fur littdt.*' v'lSjfl 4SliriTG aVid I will/.r^rjiod. Pat . 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