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A REFLEX OF POPULAR EVENTS.
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VOLUME III. GREENVILLE, SOUTH CAROLINA, THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL 2. 1857. NUMBRR 4r"
Clje inntjifrn enterprise
is issued etery thursday mornino,
by fbige & mcjunkin.
will i am l>. p rice,
EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
c. m. m'junkin,
printer.
TERMS.
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cluiw of five and upwards. One Dollar,
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ADV ERTISEMRNT3 inserted conspicuously at
the rates of 75 cents pur square of 5 8 lines for
the first insertion, and 37$ cents for each subsequent
insertion.
Contracts for yearly advertising made reason
able.
AGENTS.
W. AV. Waum, Jr., Colombia, 8. O.
Purea SritAuLKT, Ksq., Flat Rock, N. C,
A. M. I'eobs, Fairvicw 1'. 0., Greenville T>ist.
AVii.liam C. Uailbv, l'luasaut Urovo, Greenville
Csrr. R. Q. As- dkrsom, Knoreo, Spartan burg.
t?fltctrit ^.Virtrtj.
Better Go Slow.
In all the varied scenes uf life?
Its noise, contusion, turmoil strife?
These little words if borne in mind,
Would suit light well all human kind?
" Go Slow 1"
The fast voting man who cuts a dash,
Upon his u Gov'tiors " hard earned cash,
Will think, when his money's lied,
This motto should have filled his head?
" Gp Slow I"
The Hirt with lovers at her fcetj
Her cheeks so fine?her heart deceit.
When years shall steal her charms away,
Will ween sho did not in vonib'a M???
I " ~ ^ /" Go Slow ?'
The man of money, he who spends,
lli? thousand* on his horses?fiieuds?
May sit him doWn in ufter ydars,
To con this lesaou through bis tears?
* GotBIovv !"
The husband who to seo more life,
Deserts his children, home and wife,
When sunk beneath the hand of fate,
Will mourn he did uot?ero too late?
" Go Slow I"
The wife who always shopping goes,
Leaving her children out at toes,
Should keep this matter in her heart?
And learn to uct a mother's part?
44 Go Slow !"
The Hanker counting cent per cent?
The landlord angry for his rent?
The Cleik behind his master's till?
'Twill suit you all?this lesson will?
" Go Slow !"
The widow, wife, the maiden, miss,
The husband, father?think of this?
In whatever path you go,
'Tis always best to travel slow?>
" Go Slow !"
Tulliko Mothru.?A cluster of young
giils stood about the door of tlio school
room one afternoon, engaged in close conversation,
when a little girl joined them, and
asked what they wcro doing.
" I aiH telling the girls a secret, Kate, and
we will let you know, if you will promise
trot to tell any one as long as you live," was
the reply.
441 won't tell any one hut my mother," replied
Kate. " I tell her everything, for she
ts my best friend."
" Kft nr.l m-i>n . ??
MW wt VII JVMI HV/illQI | UU UIIC III bUO
world."
44 Well, then, I can't hear it; for what J
ain't tell my mother is not Jit for me to
know." Alter speaking these word*, Kate
walked away, slowly and perhaps sadly, yet
with u quiet conscience, while her com pan
ions went on with their secret conversation.
I am sure if Kate continued to act on
that principle, she became a virtuous, useful
woman. No child of u pious mother will
be likely to take a sinful course, if Kate's
reply is taken for a rule of conduct.
As soon as a boy listens to conversation
At school or on the play ground which he
would fear or blush to repeat to his mother,
he is in the way of temptation, and no one
can teii where ho wili stop. Many a tuan
dying in disgrace, in prison, or on the scaffold,
has looked back with bitter remorse to
<1... i:~.~ ?i? - -i-.A.i
v..o nine nuou um ? amiui companion gamed
bis ear, and came betw een him aud hia
mother. Boy* and girl*, if you would lead
A Cbri*lian life, and dio a Christian death,
make Kate's reply your reply-?" What I
> cannot Ull my mother it net fit for me to
knowfor a pious mother is your best
friend." ^ ^ ^
I N?w Post Omens.?Dorn's Gold Mine,
Abbeville District, South Carolina; James
Dorn, Postmaster.
Annievillo, Kershaw District, South Carolina
; Chares Perkins, Postmaster.
Holland's Store, Anderson District, South
Carolina ; A. M, Holland, Postmaster.
Kaalay's Mill, Pickens DUtiiet, South Car*
olios ; W. T. Davis, Postmaster.
?-? . ... .. ??..
JJumnrmts 3>tarij.
[From the Daily South Carolinian.]
THE QUALITY.
" I reckon," said old Mrs. Placid, whilst
making her first visit to the Edgerton cottngo,
" you haint seen many of your neighbors
yet I"
" No, ma'am," said Laura, M we have been
here so Itng, and none have been to see us
until you. We were beginning to feel like
unwelcome intruders. Hut I suppose they
were so much attached to the people who
lived here before us, and dislike seeing strangers
in the place of their old friends."
" Oh, no ! that ain't it; they were afraid
to anmn "
44 Afraid I" paid Laura, surprised, " afraid
of what 1"
44 Well, we heard you was all quality, if
you Tea* broke, and we was afraid we would
git ourselves into the wrong box. We've
seed them elephants, atid knows what they
is," she continued, nodding her head know*
ingly.
44 Why, I did not suppose," said Laura,
smiling, " that we had anything so formidable
in this quiet little nook, and I am sorry
that our neighbors should make such bugbears
of us, and suppose us wanting in civility
to them."
44 Oh, wo wasn't nmindin the civility.
The quality lays that on so thick one minute
till you begin to rub your eyes and
wonder who you is?thinks sine you must
be the l'ope of Rome's wife; and they push
you one side before you know it, like as if
you wasn't fitten to tote their puppy dog.
Rut theyse sich a sight of trouble when
folks begin to havo anything to do with 'em.
Now, tliars the Featbcrcods. They lives
eight miles off, but the quality is a sorter
restless creeter thats alters a wnnderin about
outer their range. Well, theys mighty fine,
and you see my daughter, Betsy Baker, likes
fine things, and took to 'cm mightily. She
was powerful anxious for 'cm to come to see
her, so one Sunday she seed 'em all at meetin,
and axes 'em to come take dinner the
next Saturday. Well, they all stood up thar
iu the meeliu house and talked a power of
dictionary talk 'bout * exceedingly,' an 4 exquisitely,'
and 4 iiiLerchangin of rural boapilalitv
;' but whether they was a coinin or
no, Betsy she couldn't make out. But.
however, Betsy lowed she belter be on the
safe side, so she kept up a mighty fixin all
the week. When Saturday came she had
, t ; - -
every wiiiig as une as a uncle's cake, 'ceptin
the di niter. Betsy lowed she wouldn't put
that on till she made sure if lliey was a coinin.
She had been workin hard all the
morning, her and the niggers, a reddin up
the house and dressin up their sleeves, but
when levener clock come and no quality.
Betsv give 'ein out, an they took off their
Sunday close an wenltogetlin everyday dinner.
They had to hurry mightily, but it
was all ready arter a while. The hands
was workin close to the house, so Betsy jest
hollered to 'cm to come to their dinner.
Arter the dinner was oil over, and everything
washed up and sot to rights, an the
niggers all sot to work, me an Betsy sot
down in the entry to cool and sow. 'Bout
fourer clock Barney Baker he cotne back
from the coatouse, he says,' BeUy, did them
hired men come in to dinner 1' ' Lnw !' says
Bytsy, ' i was so taken up expectin them
Fealhercod folks to dinner, that I forgot all
about your fiirin Bill and Jim Jones to split
rails, and bein as theysc so fur oft', I reckon
they didn't hear when I called the hands in ;
I didn't blow the horn.' ' Confound the
quality,' says Barney, 'thevsc all jest quali
tied fur the lunatiker syhitn, an I reckon
you'll go along with 'em jest to be with the
I ? .1? ? ? ? ?
v|uauiv tiivii m?y go, an iib jerked down;
the horn fin blowetl a blast, and you would
a thought nil the Mages that over run was
Yivin lhar at oust. Jest then we hcerd a'
nrity fuss in the front yard, and when we
looked, tbar wus a tine carriage full o1 women,
with horses hitched up with fishiu j
seins, a cavort in about over the yard ; an |
one o1 the puffed up niggers they bad dress-1
ed up like sogers, a set tin on a high bench !
ouLside the carriage, was bounced off like a1
injin rubber ball. I thought the creeteri
might bo killed, and run to him, but he
juniper! right up and stood up before ine,
an made sich a bow, yon never seer! the like
of it, jest like it was a part of his malirinis
drill, and says ho, ' Mrs. Feathercod, Miss
Keathercod, Miss Netty and Miss Angelino
Kuntherood.' ity tfiat tune Barney had got
the hosses quiet, and says I, * You, Mr.
Flunkey, had better be a opinio the door an
lellin them folks out, slidder standin there
makin manners,1 so he did it. It ia well he
told ine who thoy wur, for nuch a look in
cargo I never did see before. They bad the
backs of their bead* kivered with' artificial
flowers all fined iu little flounce*, and little
silk fan* in thoir bauds tliey called sunshades;
I reckon they warnt in|^h acquainted
with the sun, or tbey wouldn't thought
he was a mindin them pnrty little things.
Then they had flounces all over their frock
tails, and all over their capes, they called
'Cahners;' and tiie^ was beflouneed from
tbe tops of their beade to the bottom of their
feet, and all the flounces pinUd like wiudin
sheets, only a heap finer.
Delay run back as soon as she got tbe
first glimpse, cause she had on a mighty i
dirty frock, but she put a new white satin o
shawl id! over her, an then she looked as
fine as any on 'em, an axed em to walk in, b
and take seAts, and set down, and be seated, a
Artcr a while she told 'em she was a lookin y
for 'em all the mornin. 'Oh,' says old Mrs. g
Feathercod,4 we engaged to be here to dinner
; we never dine before four, and it wants t<
some minutes to that now,' ukin out her fine e
n'd watch, tho' the clock was starrin her r
ore her face. Betsy looked as blank as
if she'd run for sheriff and didn't get a vote. I
But she run right in the kitchen, an thoic
way she hollowed un lJilr.ft ?n au ?I ?
Diua, an the whole tuckin of 'em from the s
talor patch, an the wash tub. an the ironin ?
board, an all quarters, want slow.
Soon as I got tho quality ull nettled, I t
went out to help poor Betsy. I was sorry c
for her. Sich a sight as the kitchen was.
Thar was half-picked turkeys, half-killed a
chickens, everybody runnin roend, and Bet- c
sy looking like she was the demon of cooks, t
Every side of the kitchen was hern, and she
was turn in round all sides at onct. Says I, I
Betsy, honey, do let ine help you.' Says ?
Betsy, 4 Law, mnr, what ken you do f l3o s
pray go long in the house and talk to them
ladies, and keep 'em from pryin about; but
for the Lord sake, mar, don't talk nothin
lowlife.' i
4 Well,' says I,' Betsy, I will try to talk '
anything you want me to.' Says she,
4 Talk about tho fashuns, and Washington, *
whar they went to last winter.' '
So I goes in, and says I, 4 You all seed
any new fashions this year!' Says one on
'em holding up her head mighty high, 1 We 1
always receive, from our mantua-iniiker and
milliner, the latest styles.' 4 Well, now,' 1
?ays I, 4 I thought you wouldn't a spild 1
{'ourselves that a way, your own selves ; an 1
o an behole, its that manchermnker woman.
She sent you all these outlandish |
jimcracks an thought you didn't know any
better.' I don't kuow what mado Betsy
think they'd like to talk about the fashuns,
for tliey didn't, I was cute enough to Bee
tkat in a minute; so I tried Washington.
Says I, 4 You was to Washington last wini.J
?> a - *
icr i oays one, nngniy brisk, 4 Yes, we 1
went to see our uncle tnko his sent in Congress
ns an Honorable Representative.' '
* Well,' says I. 4 if I aint clean beat ! So
Jake Fealhercod is a Congrisninn! Well, '
if he ken make speeches as fast as he can 1
lay bricks, has a glib one. But I don't approve
of people leaving off a good trade and 1
takin up with what they don't know nothin
about. Now Juke was a mighty good 1
bricklayer.' '
4 You aro mistaken, ma'am,' says she; 1
4 my uncle is the lion. Jacobi Keathercod.' I
Says I, 41 reckon I aint mistaken. Old
Jake never had but two sons, Zeke, your
panny, an young Jake.
Well, if you believe it, Betsy was out of it '
again?they was no ways anxious about I
Washington; so I picked up a mighty line I
little shiny snuff box, lyin in one of their i
laps, and says I, 4 This is a new fashion snuff '
box ; mighty putty.'
4 It ia not a snuff box,' says she, right off 1
short; 4 it is a card case.'
131cm mc, I looked right up to the top of
tho room,4 The Lord help your poor soul,'
says T, * why, you aint eighteen years old,
nnd a carry in your cards about to play and
gamble with all day long.'
Says she, 4 These are not game cards, they
are visiting cards.'
4 Well,' says I, 4 do let me see 'em.'
She showed me one ; 'twas nothin on the
Lord's yearth but a piece of white pasteboard,
with 4 Miss Nettie Feat he rood, writ
on it.
Says I, 4 What does you do with these j
things I Twsnt worth while to fetch 'em |
here ; we all knowd you. And your nigger |
in the uniform told all o' your names afore
you could get a chauce to tell 'cm yourselves.'
Says she,' When we wish to pay calls if
we do not feel like going in ourselves, or the
persons we are calling on are out, or do uot
wish to receive company, we just send our
servant to the door with one of these, which
is equivalent to visit. We had some calls
to make on the way here this moniina.'
Weil,' nay* 1,4 you all don't set inucli
store by each other's company, ef a nigger t
in a aolger'a jacket an a piece of pasteboard ^
does as well,' an I put it down mighty softly,
alhinkiu,1 you'd better make a snuff box r
of it;
Well, I tri?d mighty hard to entertain for i
poor Betsy. I told 'em all about blue dye
an copcras dye, and how was the beat way |(
to set Ueos, and whieii aiga would batch g
pullets an which roosters, and bow to keep
a dog from asuckin of 'em, an all bout Bet- <]
sy's baby ahavin the measles an boopin- n
cough, both at oncL But ef you believe me, (|
they never heerd a word 1 was say in 1 Bo t|
( run through an let 'em alone. fl
We was all a sett in up bebavin with all *
our might, when Betsy come to the door, au fl
axed 'era all to walk out to dinner, it was s
a powerful relief all round. When we got
to the dinner room, tliar win a mighty nice a
dinner spread out, an tbar stood Barney, an tl
Bill an Jim Jones, ready to set down. The
quality looked at Jim nod Bill, then looked ?
at each other, an looked for all Use world o
like tliey never had been axad to eat dinner h
f ! * tl il fjiSi jVtf9U??79r ?, h 'bOtij Jf'!! +
. _ _ _
eforc, aud didn't know, whether to set down
r not. ' J
Barney he koowd what they was arter, ?
ut I didn't. So says he,1 Ladies, take sat*
n set down an help help yourselves. Bill, 01
ou an Jitn set down an fall too. These y?
;entleinen, ladies, are my friends' I
Bill and Jim did set right down an fall h
<x>, sure enough ; tliey never kcered a mite
f the quality had a stood over 'ein an star- p<
ed at 'em a mouth.
The quality seemed like they was a gwine y
tack in the hall room. But they give au u
tliter look at tlio dinner, an I reckon they
rat* as hungry as Bill an Jim was, for tbe^y b
ot right down, soil o' despirit, and got thetr a
elves hoped. a:
Presently one on 'cm looked at one o' g
he uigger gals an says * Girl, hand me the si
:oler^.'
Dilce looked at Betsy mighty hard ; Bet- n
v frowmxl nt 1 >!!< .? ..?> i:i.? I- - ?
)ughter know all about it, an say*, ' Hand
lie saltcellar.' a
Dilce banded the saltcellar. No,' says v
he quality gHl, ' I asked for the celery,' as a
die looked hard right in the plate o' raw b
ihellotes. t
Dilce jerked up that and handed it to her. a
4 Them is shellotes,' says Barney.
The quulily gal turned her nose right up s
it Betsy's shellotes, what never done her no v
jann, an says, ' I thought they Merc celery.' 4
4 I'm very sorry,' says poor Betsy, 41 ?]
lid n't know you preferred salary to shel- s
lotos.' f
4 You needn't trouble yourself to bo sorry, c
wife,' says Barney, 4 we haint got no salary,
in taint your fault, they don't grow here.' t
Arter a while one on 'em had eat every- i
thing out o' her plato right clean, an says l
she, ' Mr. Baker, I believe I will change my t
plate, and take a bit of that goose.'
4 Certainly, mam,' says Barney, mighty i
perlite. So he cuts off a nice piece au lays 1
it on his otvn plate, what was full o' all sorts *
j' things, an swaps plates with Miss Fenth- J
ercod. Well, the notionate woman wouldn't i
eat u bit o' Barney's dinner arter she got it,
an I didn't know what made Barney look {
to solum like he was a doin mischief. Come a
to find out, he knowed all the lime that she j
wanted a right clean plate to oat that piece t
j' goose offer. 1
Arter they hod all made a mighty hearty 4
dinner, the old lady took her hands au doue )
em so at Dilce, like she wanted 'em rubbed. ?
Well, the niggers had been rnntiin round <
the table all the lime, and Dilce was bent on I
showing how smart she was. So she Hew
at the old soul's hands ail set to rubbin 'em I
like all possessed; but Mrs. Feat Iiercod jerk- 5
ed 'em away, an says she. 4 1 wanted r Hn. <
per basin.' ?
l'oor Betsy, she was tuck all a back agin, c
But site is a mighty smart oman, cf she is
my daughter, an don't often l>e put out- '
She meinbered in a minute the little |>orin- j
par she keeps on the top shelf^o give sick
people chicken soup in. Bo she had it tilled
with water, an handed to Mrs. Feathercod.
She washed her hands in it, an all round her
mouth, an then luck a mouthful an washed 1
out the inside o' her mouth, and spit it all 1|
back in the porringar. Thinks I, 4 you
Jon't git me to eat no more chicken soup J
out of that quality finger-basin.'
The rest o' the quality, when they seed )
[liar wus no more porringers comtn, all j
washed their hands in their tumblers. I j
ooked with all my eyes to see 'em drink the ^
water when they was done an spit it hack j
u the tumbler; but, as good luck would .
tiave it, they didn't; I know it would a.j
made Barney mighty mad to had to smash
ip all theni new tumblers arter the quality b
lad used 'em ; an fur uiy part, I can't sec
ivhat they bedaub tbeir selves with every ;
Ling they eat fur, an can't git up from the #
able till they are washed. 'Twould a beau
t heap less trouble to poor Betsy ef they
iad u kept their hands under the table-cloth, j(
in let the niggers a fed 'em.
By the time the dinner doins was over it j
vas purty late. We thought whore thev 'j
*m Hgwine to stay nil night. Hut fust;
hing we knowd they axed fur their hats. ?
Thai's what they call them posers they war .
>n thar heads.) Haruey told 'em they'd i *
tetter stay, that 'twas dangerous to ride
ight miles over that rough road after dark.
' Oh,' says one, 'we never go out before
lark if we can avoid it; Old Sol's too ardent J'
teams are so overjtowering.' !(
4 Yea,' 6ays another,4 and the gentle i u
Doon light ia so soft and beautiful.' "
' And,' says another, 1 so poetical and soub '*
nsomng.'
4 An<n* says t'other,' the twinkling stars j|
ooking like the ever watchful eyes of our "
guardian angels.' n
Harney looked like ke thought it was his "
luty to warn 'em an to ax 'eui to stay all '
light, hut seemed mightily relieved when a
hey wouldn't bo warned. lie told 'em
here wan't no moon; but they said them ^
n their coachinan an bosaea an carriage c'
raa alt used to ridin about at night; so tliay rt
xed on their headgear an took their little
un fans an started. P
Poor Betsy was hard at work to the Ipst *
gettin supper, for she was bound to have "
hat in time. "
Well, wife,' says Harney, 11 don't know h
rbicb looks the jadodest, you or ray par of "
ten that Ben Gill has beeo working atttost V'
> death.'
4," JI ^r.ivr 1,
*1 don't think, Mr. Baker,' says Betsy, be
pou have much reaped for your wife, to to<
impure her to your old oxen.*
Says be,' Whether I have respect for her hi:
not, L am gwine to take care of her, and w|
ou'vo got to let thein quality folks alone, frc
don't see nothin in 'em that mr wife should iitt
9 a killin up herself a bootlickin this way.' rc<
4 Yes,' says I, 4 to say nothin of all the it
oultry that's been killed.' he
We all went to bed pretty soon, cause m
ou see the quality had pretty nigh used us hi
p, But we wan't done with them yet. la
Way long in the night I hccrd a great h<
eatin at the front door. I jumped un. trot ac
* * ? ' o
light, an went to sco what was to pay, an, b<
s 1 live, thar stood one o' thorn nigger sol- jo
ers, a bow in an a scrapin soon as ue got lb
ight o' inc.
4 The Lord bless my soul,' says 1,4 is your
lissis sent you here to fetch one o' them
isitin cards this time o' night?' it
He bowed agin, an says, 4 Mrs. Feather- tl:
od presents her respects to Kir. Baker, and hi
rould be much obliged could ho lend his ?1
asistance. The coachman being deceived *j
>v the darkness of the night, whs so uufor- u
unate as to run off the side of the causeway 8c
,nd upset the carriage in the swamp.' II
I seized him by the collar and give him e:
ich a ehakin, uniform and all, jest like 1 h
van a maken up a feather bed. Says I, k
Vou impudent captain general, you ; why w
lidn't you say so at onct! What" did you u
land abowjn and tulkin quality talk to me vt
ur, an all your misses is slaohin about heels u
>ver head in Cow Swamp ?' b
Barney heerd me a talkin to a strnnge ci
nan, an corao tumblin down stars, rolled up tl
n a blanket, an wbon he me collerin of ?
he line nigger, says ln<, 4 .Mother, jest turn w
hat feller over to me.' ti
Says I, 4 Barney, go right up stars an git a
nto some close directly an start right off. b
I'hem quality women an tin ir flunky nigger, li
m bosses, an carriage, an iittle sun fans, an t
xweys, an suutf boxes, an visit in cards, is (j
dl keeled over in Cow Swamp.'
4 Of course,' says Barney, 4 so much fur s
rcttiu soul-inspired, and trustin to moon- n
thine of a dark night, an starry eyes of guar ']
uu angels.' But he hurried off; an I give n
lie ni<rcer a nolher shake, iest to remind ^
iim I had boll o' liin. yet. ' Now,' says T, n
run for your life to that fust nigger house s
fou come to, an tell Dan, without no palav- s
Mrin, mind you, to jump right up, an git the n
larryall ready, an bis master's boss, an you a
loin and have it all ready right a way.' e
f let him go, an you would a thought 1 c
tad shot him off*. I put a pile o' blankets <!
n the carryall, an Harney an Dan went i
lowu five niiiea to Cow Pond, an fished 'era c
ill out an carried 'era home;an we've wash- |.
sd our hands o' them quality ever sence." t
Well, its most dark. Good-bye, honey, t
kTou're mighty pleasant company. I've en- f
oyed myself powerful. MASISTA. ti
A Model Husband.
There is a singular story told concerning j1
the grand parents of Col. Hutchinson. His
inuternal father was not the eldest son of .
Sir John Hiron. There was an elder brother,
who had displeased his father so much
l>y an obscure marriage, that he intended to
livide his estate equally between his sons.
I'he younger son married the daughter of I
L?ord Fitzwilliam, who had enjoyed a prince- 1
y office during the reign of Queen Eliza- ?
>etb. This lady was endowed with rare
xiHuty and great accomplishments ; and her J
lusband was exceedingly enamored of her.
iut noble-minded and intelligent as she was, "
be bail one great weakness?she could not 8
mdure that a woman very inferior to herself ^
hould be the wife of the elder son, while 11
ho was wedded to the younger. This
ource of discontent whs removed by ? sad ^
ooident, One day the brothers went out <
o bunt with their father; And the elder, bo- M
ug of a many disposition, commanded Q
omething to be put under his servant's snd!c,
to frighten the horse and make sport. (j
'he joke succeeded so well that the author
f it died in a passion of laughter.
The marriage which gave so much of>nce
bad proved childies* ; and the youngr
brother, of course, inherited the estates
nd titles of the family, a.
The high-born beauty was now in the sj
ery zenith of her wishes and blessed with a
>vely family. Iiut it pleased l>ivine I'rov- 0j
lence, suddenly, to eclipse her glory. At the 1,
irth of twin daughters her brilliant intel- *
Kit was obscured forever! Tho best phyicians
in Kngland tried in vain to restore tc
er undemanding. 8i?e was nevsr frnntie, "
ut had a pretty poetical delirium, often fl,
tore delightful than the conversation of
o?ien who had perfect use of their sonsee. hi
[er husband relinquished all business and th
ii muiuMuueniH, ana aevoiea lil? wlioie ume
> her and to the education of their children, tfc
iftcr tlie Iom of her ronton she had other ,|<
hildren, btit they were not affected by their H
tether's unfortunate condition.
Though I>ady ItironV mind waa dUtem- st
ered in ail other reaped, she retained j?er ^
?t love and obedienoo to hor hunhand ; and
e touted her with more tenderness and
wpeet than he had done aven daring the 1 |c
rst yean of thair happy union. Thna in
re constancy of mutual affection tbev admeed
toward* old age. w
When she was ill, he slept in a separate it
<1 in the same chamber, while two wo ret
r?k turns* in wntching her.
It was his custom the moment lie opened
* eyes to a>k how she did. One night
icu ho was in n deep sleep, she departed
>m this life. IJe was to have gone a
inling that morning, tho exercise beirg
commended for health, nnd it w sbis hab*
to have the chaplain pray with him before
i went out. The nurses knowing how
uch he loved his wife, were afraid to tell
m of her death, and they begged the chaj ?
in to inform him of it in the gentlest mania r
> could. Sir John did not that morning,
cording to his usual custom, impure
)\v his lady did. He called the chaplain,
ined with him in prayer, and expired in
e midst of the holy service,
The Pine Art of Patching.
To patch-?how vulgar is tho term, Yet
is an operation requiring far moro skill
tan does the making of a new garment,
nd when well executed, iiiay save the par*
iase of many a costly one; the most oxpen*
ve robe may, by acoident. be torn or spot*
d, the first day of its wear ; the piece in*
>rted in linn nf tl"> . 1 ?1 1?
, ? ? ?. ...V Miiin.igcu Din;, IS U pHlUI).
' a figured material, the pattern has to be
tactly matched ; in all cases the insertion
as to be made without a pucker, and the
ind of seam to do such as, though strong,
ill be least apparent, the corners inust be
trned with neatness. Is not this an act
rhicli requires teaching ? of darning,
lucli instruction is necessary as to thenurner
of threads to be left by the -eedle, aeordiug
to the kind of fabric; then theie is
lie kind of thread or yum most suitable
dwell requires experience to determine;
rben the article is coarse, the chief attenon
is directed to expedition ; hut u cosily
rticle of embroidery on muslin, can only
>o darned with raveling* <.f a similar musr
in : such particulars do not come to the girl
?y inspiration?they must bo left to be uqpi
i red bv dearly-bought experience.
The third mode of repair is well under,
tood and practiced by our Continental
leighbors, though rarely in this country,
'he stocking stitch is neither more tedious
lor difficult than the darn; yet how many
tairs of Mocking* are lost for want of knowng
it, when a hole happens to he uhove
hoe! Practice in lace stitches is moio deirable,
particularly for repairing lace of tho
nost costly description*. The deficiency of
i single loop, when lace is sent to be washJ,
often becomes a huge hole under the
>peintion, and thus the beauty of the lace is
lestroyed. Indeed, lace when duly mended,
ipon the appearance of even tho smallest
:rack, may, with little trouble, bo made to
ast twice Its usual term of duration. So
he shawl stjtch is never taught in thiscounry,
though by employing it with raveling*
rotn the shaw l itself, the most costly cas'hnere
can be repaired, without the possibiji.
y of discovering the insetted part.
Proficiency in such useful works, might
veil merit as much approbation as is now
restowed upon crotchet or other fancy woik,
ind might be considered a* equally desit tide
qualifications, in a tradesman's govern!ss,
as music. In populous places, it might
cell answer to establish schools,whete the art
>f mending apparel should he the chief obect
of instruction ; a month or two spent in
t, would he sufficient for the damages of id
eady ft good plain needle worker. It must
urther he observed, that without ft practir
al knowledge ol needle woik. no young
din judge whether her seamstress has
ot done a reasonable quantity of woik, in
given time ; and if tins be true as to the
lain attain, it is still inorc essential in regard
o mending of all kinds.?Exiluunje.
I It' mo it ok Diogenes.?A hypocritical
conndiel in Athens inscribed over his coor,
Let nothing evil enter hero." Diogenes
'rote under it, " Jiy what door docs tho
wner coino in ?"
Being asked u hat was the best hour for
inner, no replied, " For tho rich, when they
leftse; for the poor, w hen they can."
Seeing a wicked boy throwing stones at
le gallows, he replied, " well aimed, boy I
ou will hit the mark at last."
He called ? bud singer Mr. Cock; being
?kod tho reason, he said, " his notes are tho
gnal for a general rising."
When told that his countrymen, tho Svnpians,
had sentenced him t > banishment,
e replied, " 1 have condemned them to a
orse puiihdiinent--to stay at home."
Being asked by a student of natural his.
>rv, what was the worst beast, he replied,
o? the wild, the slanderer ; of the tame, the
merer."
fceeing a scolding wife, who hail hanged
All or* rvlii a '? * "
? ., ...? w?-T", lir: rxumniHi, "*_W,
iRt nil trew would hear such fruit."
One lawjer nniuMly cl?Hip:c?l another with
left ; Diogenes ln-ing chosen um jure, eonHoned
both, declaring that the accused was
thief, but tho acctti?er had lost nothing.
Seeing tho eon of a courtesan throwing
one* at a crowd, he railed out,14 Take care,
DV, lest you hit your father."
Ileai ing ft ham some youth speak foolish
he excla'med. " W h. I h shame to ac# ft
uden sword drawn from an ivory scabard
r
Seeing an unskilful prcher hoolii g, ho
oat and sat down by li e target, 4jU. ring
tho only plate of snf? y.