Trumbull's private character was no less a model than his public life. His manners had none of the stiffness of official rank belonging to that day, but were sprightly, amiable, and unostentatious. He knew how to adapt himself to all classes of people, and always when at leisure had a lively, pleasant word to say to everybody who happened to be in his presence. He was remarkable for his quiet way of expressing his sentiments either in the council or in the drawing-room, and always spoke in a low tone.

In the midst of all his watchful cares, he never lost his love of letters, and retained his knowledge of the dead languages with an unimpaired memory till he died. He habitually read the Bible in the original Hebrew and Greek, and never left off the studies of history and chronology, in which he particularly excelled. He was very regular and temperate in his habits, devoted to his family, and testified how much better he loved his home than he did any public station, by resigning his office as soon as the termination of the war allowed him to think of repose. He had another motive, too, for seeking retirement, which is touchingly expressed in his address to the General Assembly, when he tendered to the people the office that he had held so long:

"Contemplating," he says, "with pleasing wonder and satisfaction, at the close of an arduous contest, the noble and enlarged scenes which now present themselves to my country's view; and reflecting at the same on my advanced stage of life-a life worn out, almost, in the constant cares of office -1 think it my duty to retire from the busy coucern of public affairs; that at the evening of my days, I may sweeten their decline, by devoting myself with less avocation, and more attention to the duties of religion, the service of my God, and preparation for a future and happier state of exist ence; in which pleasing employment I shall not cease to remember my country, and to make it my ardent prayer, that heaven will not fail to bless her with its choicest favors."

The remainder of Trumbull's life was spent in exact accordance with the sentiments expressed in this passage. In the calm retreat where he had entertained princes and noblemen-where Washington sought him out to take counsel of him-in the circle of his family, and near the spot that he had selected for his grave, he awaited the flight of the friendly arrow that was to set him free. Though he watch. ed it carefully, yet it came in secret, and at an unexpected hour. He was of such an even temperament and had such an excellent physical constitution, that his friends anticipated for him a long life, ending in a slow and calm decline. But he was suddenly attacked by a fever, which might be said to be his first sickness and proved to be his last.He died after an illness of about twelve days, during which he suffered much pain with a sweetness that made even death seem to be a protecting rather than a destroying angel. His reason was unclouded and his mind composed to the last. In the words of Mr. Ely, who preached his funeral sermon, "he had nothing to do but to die."

The term, "Brother Jonathan," was frequently applied by Washington to Governor Trumbull. "When he wanted honest counsel and wise, he would say, 'let us consult Brother Jonathan.'" See Bushnell's "Historical Esti mate," p. 34.

On entering college, in 1724, young Trumbull joined a religious society connected with the institution. Its character can be judged from the articles of agreement entered into by the members, which were substantially as follows: 1. That we will meet together twice a week for the wor ship of God.

2. That, being met together, we will, as God enables us, perform the several injunctions of the meeting.

3 That all manner of disagreeing, strifes or quarrelling with one another shall be suppressed, and that we will live in love, peace, and unity, with one another.

4. That if we see or hear any one of our number speak or do anything unbecoming a member of this society, we will reprove him as far as we shall think the reproof wor thy, with all meekness, love, and tenderness toward him.

5. That we will bear with one another's infirmities, and divulge nothing of what nature soever, that is done at our meetings.

6. That when absent from our meetings, we will endeavor to behave ourselves so that "none may have occasion to speak evil of us." For the rules of this society, I am indebted to Hon. I, W. Stuart, of Hartford.

Mythology says that Amphion built the walls of Thebes at the sound of his lyre. This is perhaps a mistake; but there can be no difficulty in supposing that the columns were fluted.

Morning Cock Crowing.

Has any one awaked in the morning, at "early cock-crowing," especially in the summer, without being struck with the peculiar intonation of the animal's voice at that time? There is not the loud, strutting, defiant cock a-doodle doo! of the ante-meridian tone; nor the victorious, clarion scream of the afternoon's trumpet, shouting out the battle and the victory all in one grand and bloody exclamation.It is very different from these. There is a deliberateness about it, as if conviction had been fully forced upon Mr. Rooster's mind of the truth which he was uttering, and he does it seriously, slowly, nay even solemnly, as if uttering it under the impulse of duty. Sometimes, even, there is a slight minor cadence on B natural in it, that leads us to believe he is proclaiming to the world that which he knows to be a truth, but, after all, a lamentable

one.

On a still, clear morning, as soon as the first rays of coming day streak upon the darkness of the East, you may hear from the high roost in some solitary barn, the aroused cock uttering in his slow deliberate tones, Women rule here!" A pause of a second, and the chorus is caught thro' every neighboring farm-house-sometimes in bold, cheerful tones-sometimes in shrill, querulous ones," So they do here!" "So they do here!" until the tale has been repeated over the well-governed neighborhood, until some old, hoarse Shanghae, with a voice like thunder with the quinsey, terminates the announcement and stills the noisy group by uttering "So they do, ev er-y-where!"

Get up early, some clear morning, reader, and you will assent to the truth of our assertion.

If all the world's a stage, and men and women merely players, where is the audience and orches tra to come from?-Exchange.

The man who started that idea on its passage around the newspaper world, felt as if he had said a witty thing, and had got old Shakspeare into a tight place. But he was mistaken. The worldthe universe-is but an immense play-house, on which the whole Human Race are acting a most important, stupendous, and splendid drama. Scene after scene, and act after act of this immense drama have already passed before the eyes of the universe, and the denouement approaches.

But where is the "orchestra ?" For the amusement of the players themselves, there has been music enough. It has arisen around them from the choral melodies of the birds; from the murmurings of the insect tribe on the balmy summer air; from the bubblings of the noisy rills as they rolled over their pebbles and brought life to the vegetable tribe; from the sigh of the rapid air as it breathed over their cheeks; from the moan of the pine-tree tops as the wind howled in its passage over themthere has been music enough in all nature's melodies, and harmony enough in the order of God's laws and in their completeness around them. The spectators of this drama have needed no orchestra. The gradual developement of the perfections of the plans of the Deity has been as harmonious to them as a burst from the Orchestra of Heaven.

But where is the "audience?" Beings of other worlds of higher and holier capacities-"angels, archangels, seraphims and powers."-They have watched the progress of this great World-Drama, ever since the curtain rose over the quiet happiness of Eden. They watch it still. Its progress has lost no interest as it has advanced. Its great plan has been carried forward by generations of actors for six thousand years, with varied events, romantic incidents, and even apparent losses, but its interest has never flagged. And there have those specta

tors sat with undiminished attention to learn great result. Worlds are looking on-beings other natures-thoughtful, patient, watchful, full faith that God's glory will rise undimmed from th Chaos.

What is the great topic of this Drama ? What the plan which its author wishes to develope? H has two, and the topic is twofold. The first poin is, can man, created free with a power to do wrong and left in a world where he will be surrounded b temptations, be preserved pure and innocent by hi own unaided strength. That is the subject of the First Act of the Drama. It has been represented

in full on the Great Stage, and the fact decided in the Negative. Then has come on the momentou Second Act of this Drama. "In what manner shal extraneous power be given to man for this great object of his existence; from what source is it to be obtained, and how transmitted to man." This is the scene now acting, where "the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."

Miscellaneous.

The Statue of George III.

The following account of the melting of the leaden statue of George the Third, which former y stood upon the Bowling Green, New York, we copy from the proof sheets of Mr. Hollister's forthcoming History of Connecticut. The sketch will possess peculiar interest for our readers from the fact that the event took place in our own village and was participated in by persons who are still remembered by the mass of our fellow-citizens:-Litchfield Enquirer.

There is an incident connected with Litchfield, that is worthy of notice here, as it illustrates the character of our people, and the part that the mothers and daughters of that generation, played in the drama of the revolution.

General Wolcott, who was a member of the Continental Congress, and a signer of the Declaration of Independence, was a resident of Litchfield, and spent his congressional vacations at home in answering the demands made for troops upon the north-western part of the State, by Washington, Putnam and Gates.

On the 21st of August, 1770, the birth-day of Prince Frederick, the father of George the Third, an equestrian statue of his majesty was erected in New York, on the Bowling Green, near Fort George. The statue was made principally of lead, but was the work of Wilton, a celebrated statuary of London, and was very elegant and richly gilded, so that it had the appearance of being solid gold. The ceremony of its erection was the occasion of much festivity in New York. The king's council, the city corporation, the chamber of commerce, and the marine society, as well as the gentlemen of the city -and army, paid their respects to Lieutenant-Governor Colden at the fort, by special invitation, and drank the king's health' under the inspiring influ ences of music, and the discharge of thirty-two pieces of cannon from the Battery. No doubt after the fifth bumper, these gentlemen were loyal enough to have drank immortality to the statue, as well as to the king. But sad as the reflection may be, it is none the less true, that, although by the theory of the British constitution the king never dies, yet the works of men's hands are perishable, and the feas tures of royalty fade even from brass and iron, to say nothing of the more impressible metals that may sometimes with more propriety, represent sceptred Sovereignty. The eighteenth century was remarkable for its desire to look beneath the surfaces of things, and appears, not long after the statue was placed, to have begun, even in New York, to make a very irreverent application of the maxim, 'all is not gold that glitters. It is quite likely that one of the very first experiments was made upon this statue, and that the qualities of the metal were tested in the year 1773, with that corrosive acid first discovered in Connecticut, and afterwards constantly carried in the pockets of those peripatetic philosophers, called 'SONS OF LIBERTY.' Had it not been so, it is not likely that we should find, under date of the 6th of February, of that year, an act entitled

et to prevent the defacing of statues, which erected in the city of New York.'

der the protection of this statute, the equestrian with the exception of the ordinary wear of seems to have continued to bestride his charger, to have met the morning sun with a countenance ally golden, until the year 1776.

Do the night of the eleventh of July, seven days rer the Declaration of Independence had been en to the world, the "SoNS OF LIBERTY" paid majesty a visit in good earnest. They treated with a shocking familiarity. A gentleman who od near enough to witness the interview, after ze party in attendance had assisted the king to ght could not forbear exclaiming, in the words of Angel to Lucifer:

"If thou be'at he-but ah! how fallen, how changed !" What they did with the king, where they carried in, and what was the fate of one, who, by the as of the country that he governed, could not be dowed to die, was for a long time a mystery. The ext morning the pedestal was in its old place, but e horse and his rider were gone. In vain might be loyal British governor search for them, and in n might the tories of the city shed tears, as they ked the town and country over to restore to its place the presiding genius of the Battery. That enignant face never beamed upon them again. Meanwhile, not like Cardinal Wolsey, by easy rages, but rather like General Putnam, by forced arches, and doubtless under cover of darkness, the monarch was led away into Connecticut. He was taken far inland over a rough country, and made to climb high bills. They finally committed

to the care of General Wolcott, who was probby at home and ready to receive his kingly guest with bis usual courtly hospitality, not long after the eventh of July.

The fate of the statue is briefly told. General Walentt treated its ponderous masses as military Cores. He caused a shed to be built for the broten statue in the apple orchard near the house. nd chopped it up with an axe into pieces of A convenient size to be melted into bullets, that he king's troops, in the words of Mr. Hazard, right "have melted majesty fired at them."The account current, that will be found in the abjoined note, is full of meaning, and will possess, for those who know the characteristics of be families represented in it, the lively features of 1 picture. It illustrates what has been said in the first volume of this work, that our Wolcotts, both male and female, were always ready to labor with ther hands whenever the situation of the country and the public good seemed to call for their servic. With the aid of this little account, we are the to take a peep into the family mansion of the fest Oliver Wolcott, during one of those social gath. erings, in the winter of 1776-7. By the inspiring

• This account is in the handwriting of Gov. Wolcott, nd is as follows:

Mire Marvin,

on former account,

Kath Marvin on former account,

3456 c'dges.

2602

6058

4250

On the back of this account is written in the same handting, this brief explanation: "An account of the numof cartridges made."

The following additional memorandum is in the hand. ing of his son, the last Gov. Wolcott:

B An equestrian statue of George the Third of beat Britain, was erected in the city of New York, on the ving Green, at the lower end of Broadway; most of the erials were lead, but richly gilded to resemble gold.be beginning of the revolution this statue was over. a. Lead being then scarce and dear, the statue was den in pieces, and the metal transported to Litchfield as e of safety. The ladies of this village converted the dato cartridges, of which the preceding is an account." O. W.

warmth of a hickory fire, we can see the siy looks of the fair young ladies, and the approving smile of the elder ones, as that handsome iconoclast, Frederick, places the ladle upon the live coals, piled high with fragments of the statue. Mrs. Marvin, Mrs. Beach, Miss Laura Wolcott, Miss Mary Ann Wolcott, and Miss Ruth Marvin, must have made some unloyal witticisms at the expense of the late king, as they saw a dissolving view of an eye, an ear, or a nose, that was about to assume a globular form and be put at last in the way of being useful. Forty-two thousand and eighty-eight bullets, in times when lead was dear, and not easily to be had at any price, made no insignificant accession to the. resources of the continental army. They were carefully distributed and faithfully expended.Some of them were committed to the keeping of Colonel Wigglesworth; others must have aided Putnam in defending the Highlands; a part of them may have gone with Major Seymour, to Saratoga; and it is certain that fifty of them were used to welcome the king's provincial governor, when he paid his first and last visit to Danbury.

This incident was one of many that might be related, as illustrating the general fact, that the ladies throughout the State were willing to perform any manual labor that would serve the cause, for which they were ready to give up their own lives, as well as those of their sons, their husbands, and fathers. It was indeed madness to attempt to subdue a people that had been nurtured and trained by women, who would not only deprive themselves of the most ordinary household comforts, and raise with their own hands the grain that they afterwards made into bread, but who would, also, mould the bullets and shape the cartridges that were needed to emancipate their country.

An arm of this statue was shown us a few years since, by an old gentleman of Wilton, who still has possession of it.

The following from the London Times is the best summary of the English operations in the Crimea that we have seen. It indicates very dis tinctly the opinions of the nation:

The Russians, despairing of forcing the lines of Kalafat, evacuated Wallachia, and drew together their forces for the purpose of besieging Silistria. Before an outwork of this fortress many thousand Russians perished, without being able to make any impression on its defenders, sustained and instructed by the knowledge and gallantry of two British officers, and the tide of war, after having advanced to this point, rolled backwards across the Danube. Meanwhile we had bombarded Odessa, in return for an insult offered to our flag of truce, but had, with an incomprehensible lenity, desisted, after inflicting serious injury on the place, and left it to become a depot and place of the troops now contending against us in the Crimea. The first employment of our troops on arriving in the East was to fortify Gallipoli, and throw up works, as if the Russians had already forced the Balkan, and nothing were left to the allies but to defend the last promontory of the Turkish empire. From Gallipoli our troops were moved to Varna, where they were encamped in a position pleasing to the eye, but which a little inquiry would have shown to be notoriously pestilential. After spending the summer on this unhealthy coast, which cost us a melancholy list of brave soldiers, the army embarked for the Crimea, and, by an exploit second to none in the annals of military and naval adventure, was carried to its shore in a state of the utmost security and efficiency, and landed without loss, and almost without confusion. It were mere waste of space to redescribe events the memory of which is already riveted in the public mind,-the advance on the Alma, the indecisive skirmish of the 19th, the glorious victory of the 20th of September, purchased by the lives of so many brave men, the march to Balaklava, and the commencement of the siege. Up to the 17th of October, when we opened fire, all appeared to have gone prosperously. Some regret or doubt might be felt as to the policy of allowing the enemy to throw up, undisturbed, strong earthworks in our front; but our Engineers were confident that they would fall before the first efforts of our batteries, and civilians were disposed to acquiesce in tactics which promised a sure success without the effusion of blood. On that unhappy day the real nature of our enterprise disclosed itself. The French batteries were silenced in a few hours, and our own could

barely maintain themselves against the overwhelming fire of the Russians; but, worse than all, our fleet failed in the attempt to silence Fort Constantine, and failed, apparently, because only a small part of the ships was brought up to the point from which alone their broadsides could hope to be effec tive. The battle of the 25th of October followed, in which our Light Cavalry were sent to destruction, foreseen and foreknown, by some incomprehensible mistake of orders, and in which it was shown that the Turks who accompanied us to the Crimea were of very different stamp from the defenders of Kalafat and Silistria. Then came the memorable Battle of Inkermann, with its surprise, so little honorable to our General and the officers of his staff; its combats, so glorious to our soldiers; and its results, so fatal to the enemy and so melancholy to us.

The winds and waves soon entered into rivalry with the rage of mau, for a hurricane unexampled even on that stormy coast swept over the allied fleet, and ingulfed men, ships, stores, and treasures, of a number and amount hardly paralleled in the annals of disaster. From that time the army has been suffering, in patience and in silence, the most fatal and unnecessary misery. While the weather was fine no attempt was made to connect the camp with the shipping by a road, and the result has been that stores and comforts landed at Balaklava are as much out of the reach of our soldiers as if they were still on the banks of the Thames. Within eight miles of them are clothes, food, materials for house building, fuel, and many other comforts; but the soldiers have been in rags, have been placed on half rations, have been reduced to burrow in the ground for shelter, and driven to the utmost extremity to obtain firewood from a surface of land saturated with rain. There have been guns and ammunition in abundance at Balaklava, while the siege has been interrupted for want of guns and ammunition. The soldiers have now been for three months in the same position; their baggage is within eight miles of them, but they cannot receive it, and in this position the last news of the old year leaves an army victorious wherever it has met the enemy, not worn down by long marching or separated from its base of operations, but concentrated on a single point close to its supplies, and provided for out of the richest storehouse in the world.

We will still hope everything from our men and our gallant allies, but the result undoubtedly is that under the pressure of the present war our military departments, with the single exception of the Commissariat, have completely broken down. There is no system, no forethought, no contrivance. The medical department has been ill supplied with all the materials necessary for its efficiency. Whatever has been sent out has uniformly been in the wrong place, and it seems to be nobody's business to regulate the destination and distribution of the stores. A few wagons to replace the wretched arabas of the country would have saved incalculable suffering and loss, but they were not sent, and a railroad is now projected, which will probably be begun just at the time when the road, which should have been made so long ago, shall have been completed. There is little use in wasting time in endless accusations and recriminations. The first duty of the nation is to see that the want of system, from which so many evils have flowed, is effectually corrected, and to bring the efficiency of its military departments up to a level with the management of private enterprizes.

A Semi-Centennial Anniversary.

WETHERSFIELD, CT. Jan. 17, 1855. A half-century celebration, in the parish of New ington, in the town of Wethersfield, Conn. was all occasion of great interest. Many clergymen of different denominations were present. The Sermon, by the Rev. Joab Brace, D. D. was characteristic of the man; it was plain, tender, and full of striking incident. His text was, 1 Cor. 2: 2-5: "For 1 determined not to know any among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified. And I was with you in weakness, and in fear, and in much trembling. And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God."

He began by saying, that the weight of the gospel ministry was enough to make any man tremble.The text described his purpose and feeling at the

commencement, and through the whole progress of his ministry. He came there a mere youth, at the age of twenty-three. And what was wonderful, he had been enabled to serve them with scarcely the loss of a single Sabbath, and without any extra expense to the society, for fifty years. His sermon was full of dates and facts. He gave a candid account of the ministers who had preceded him.Newington, as an ecclesiastical society, was incorporated in the early part of the eighteenth century. The first minister was Rev. Elisha Williams, a native of Hatfield, Mass. son of a clergyman. He preached six years with great acceptance, when he was called to be President of Yale College, which office he resigned, after a successful adminis tration of thirteen years, on account of ill health. Mr. Williams was a man of powerful mind, of great discretion and eminent piety. Dr. Brace's account of him was exceedingly interesting. The next minister was a Mr. Backus, from Norwich, who married a sister of President Edwards: she was one of ten daughters of Rev. Timothy Edwards, of Windsor. He was a good minister, and died in the service of his country, as chaplain to the army. The next misister was the Rev. Mr. Belden, of Wethersfield, an excellent man, a good preacher, a wise counselor. His ministry continued fifty-six years. It is remarkable that two ministers in succession should live to preach, in the same parish, half-century sermons. Mr. Brace was settled as colleague with Mr. Belden: they lived in great harmony for ten years. After singing by the choir, Dr. Brace continued his narrative. The parish is a small one, numbering a little more than six hundred souls. The church was small when he took charge of it. For twenty years, there were constant indications of the presence of the Spirit. In an humble and becoming manner, he spoke of the revivals of religion with which his people had been blessed. In temporal things they had been also blessed, so that they had increased in wealth tenfold, He referred to the changes which time had wrought during his ministry. All who were on the council when he was ordained, both ministers and delegates, were dead; only one who voted for him to be the minister of that people was living, and was present. He alluded with much feeling to the uniform kindness which had been shown him.There never had been a difficulty in the church from the beginning, now nearly one hundred and fifty years. They must have had good ministers, and are a peaceable people. He taught a school in his own house for thirty years, and two hundred pupils had received his instructions. Some of them have become ministers, and others lawyers; many of them he had received into the church.He had taught a Bible class for thirty years, and most of the youth who had joined it, from time to time, have united with the church. He spoke of the increase of benevolent effort in the congrega tion. As their means increased, they were willing to contribute to spread the gospel through the world. Three years ago he signified to the people, as he was seventy, he was willing to resign; but several young men came forward and joined the society, for the purpose of sustaining him. A short time since, the society met, and passing a series of resolutions, as honorable to themselves as they were flattering to Dr. Brace. These resolutions were read by Dr. Todd, his son-in-law, after the sermon was ended. I never saw so large an audience, so deeply interested and affected, as on this occasion. The interest was kept up to the close; the sermon was long-two hours were consumed in the delivery of it. Father Brace invited all the clergymen present, with their families, to repair to his house for refreshment. His people provided a cold collation, on the most liberal scale.

He was

quite overcome by the expression of kind feeling, manifested in several short speeches by ministers of several religious denominations. Tears of sympathy were shed, in consequence of the death of Mrs. Brace just two months before, a most estimable woman-tears of joy and gratitude, that the excellent pastor had made such a graceful close of a long ministry.-N. Y. Evangelist.

Laura was disconsolate. Henry had long flirted but never put the question. Henry went his way. Laura's aunt, for consolation, bought her a love of a spaniel pup. "My dear," says the aunt, "the puppy can do everything but speak." "Why will you agonise me?" says Laura, "that's the only fault I found with the other."

Correct Process in Prosecutions. The liquor law has been as successfully enforced in New Haven as in any other city in the State, and we are very glad to be able to lay before our readers the following well recommended forms of procedure taken from the Maine Law Advocate. It would be well to preserve these forms for comparison or use, as occasion may require :To the Editor of the Maine Law Advocate.

SIR-It is very important that prosecutions under the Prohibitory Law of this State, should not fail, through some technical defect in the proceedings. Complaints substantially like the two first of the three forms which accompany this communication have stood the test here, and the other has been drawn up with care, and if they are followed, there will be no difficulty, so far as complaints are concerned. On the trial, it will be necessary to prove a breach of the law only as to one kind of liquor specified, or as to any spirituous liquor.

A FRIEND OF THE LAW. Information for keeping Spirituous Liquors with intent

Town of

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day of To A. B., Esquire, a Justice of the Peace, within and for County, comes C. D. a Grand Juror for said town, and on his oath of office complaint and information makes, that at said town of on the first day of in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and fifty-five, E. F., of said town of not being an agent for said town of to sell, within and on account of said town, spirituous or intoxicating liquors, with force and arms, at said town, did own and keep a quantity of spirituous liquors, with intent to sell; that is to say, did then and there own and keep, with the intent aforesaid, ten gallons of Brandy, ten gallons of Cherry Brandy, ten gallons of Cider Brandy, ten gallons of Peach Brandy, ten gallons of Rum, ten gallons of Santa Croix Rum, ten gallons of New England Rum, ten gallons of Cherry Rum, ten gallons of Whiskey, ten gallons of Gin, ten gallons of Pure Spirits, ten gallous of Wine, ten gallons of Ale, thirty bottles of Porter, ten gallons of Lager Beer, and ten gallons of spirituous liquors, a more particular description of which is to the Grand Juror unknown, against the peace of this State, of evil example, and contrary to the Statute in such case made and provided. And the Grand Juror aforesaid, further complaint and information makes, that at said town of on the first day of , in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and fifty-five, the said E. F., not being an agent for said town of to sell, within and on account of said town, spirituous and intoxicating liquors, with force and arms, did own and keep a certain quantity of mixed liquor, of which a part is spirituous, with intent to sell the same; that is to say, did then and there own and keep, with the intent aforesaid, ten gallons of mixed liquor, of which a part is spirituous, a more particular description of which is to the Grand Juror unknown, against the peace, of evil example, and contrary to the statute in such case made and provided.

Wherefore the Grand Juror aforesaid prays process, and that the said E. F. may be arrested, held to answer to this complaint, and be thereon dealt with according to law. Dated at day and year aforesaid.

the C. D., Grand Juror.

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Town of day of To A. B., Esquire, a Justice of the Peace, within and for County, residing in the Town of in said County, comes C. D., a Grand Juror for said town of on the day of an agent for said town of to sell, within and on account of said town, spirituous or intoxicating liquor with force and arms did sell to G. H. of said town, a certain quantity of spirituous liquor-that is to say, did then and there sell to the said G. H. one quart of Brandy, one quart of Cherry Brandy, one quart of Cider Brandy, one quart of Peach Brandy, one quart of Rum, one quart Santa Croix Rum, one quart New England Rum, one quart Cherry Rum, one quart of pure spirits, one quart of Alcohol, one quart of Whisky, one quart of Gin, one quart Wine,

one quart of Ale, ten bottles of Porter, one quart of Lager Beer, and one quart of spirituous liquor, a more particular description of which is to the Grand Juror unknown, against the peace, of evil example, and contrary to the statute in such cases made and provided.

And the Grand Juror aforesaid further complaint and information makes, that at said town of

on the

day of in the year of our Lord, one thousand eight hundred and fifty five, the said E. F., not being an agent for said town of to sell, within and on account of said town, spirituous or intoxicating liquors with force and arms, did sell to the said G. H., a certain quantity of mixed liquor, of which a part is spirituous, that is to say, did then and there sell to the said G. H. in a manner aforesaid, one quart of mixed liquor, of which a part is spirituous, more particular description of which is to the Grand Juror unknown, against the peace, of evil example, and contrary to the statute in such cases made and provided.

Wherefore the Grand Juror aforesaid prays process, and that the said E. F., may be arrested, held to answer this complaint, and be thereon dealt with according to law. Dated at the day and year first aforesaid.

C. D., Grand Juror.

Town of To A. B., Esquire, Justice of the Peace within and for County, comes C. D., a Grand Juror of said town, and on his oath of office, complaint makes that at said town of

did pur

on the day of 1855, E. F., of the town of chase a quantity, to wit, one quart of spiritous or intoxicating liquor of a kind to the Grand Juror unknown, of G. H., of said town of the said G. H. then being a town agent of said town of duly qualified to sell within said town of spiritous and intoxicating liquors for sacramental, medical, chemical and mechanical uses only, and to introduce the said G. H., as agent, to sell said liquor to him, the said E. F. did then and there, in purchasing said liquor, intentionally make a false statement to the said agent, regarding the use to which said liquor was intended by him to be applied, and did in such statement intentionally and falsely represent to said agent, that the wife of said E. F. was then sick, and that he intended to apply said liquor to her use, (or any other false statement,) whereas, the said Grand Juror says, that the said wife of said E. F. was not then sick, as the said E. F. then well knew, and that he did not intend to apply said liquor to her use against the peace and contrary to the statute in such case provided.

Wherefore the Grand Juror aforesaid prays process, and that the said E. F. may be arrested, held to answer this complaint, and be thereon dealt with according to law. Dated at the day and year first aforesaid. C. D. Grand Juror.

Ferocity of Rats,

In giving an account of the storm in Boston on Friday, the Chronicle of that city says:

At the wharves, owing to the high water, a large number of rats were killed by unemployed laborers. The vermin were obliged to leave their holes or remain and be drowned, and as they appeared, parties of Irishmen waiting for jobs chased them about the docks with clubs and stones. In one instance the men had driven two large rats into an empty building on Commercial street, where there was no mode of egress except through the door. This the men fastened, and forming a circle, drove the animals into a corner and prepared to despatch them. The rats rendered desperate, sprang at the throat of the nearest Irishman, and one succeeded in fastening his long, sharp teeth in the man's handkerchief which he wore around his neck, and held his jaws firmly clasped until killed. Luckily the handkerchief was thick so that the animal's teeth did not touch the man's throat. The rat's compan ion sprang at his intended victim, missed him, and was knocked over by a club. They were enormous large fellows, and would have made a dinner for half a dozen Chinamen.

A Prophetic Remark.

true is that saying that the "boy is the of the man." An interesting incident was to us by Miss Mortimer, the authoress of Montage," the daughter of the venerable a clergyman lately deceased, but so well in the city of New York, bearing upon this the Sunday School belonging to his charge, was a small boy who was familiarly known e name of "Johnnie," who had a great predefor drawing and sketching, consequently the leaves of the catechism and question books his reach were profusely elaborated by his with the pencil, he being more fond of drawing the books than drawing instruction from them. aie sat with his class in the gallery near the the instrument exhibiting a certain degree pocrisy, like certain members of the church ot of, the front presenting a smooth exterior hogany,while the back was nothing but white the smooth surface of which was too tempting ged to escape Johnnie's industrious pencil; conJently it received certain artistic decorations not ned by the builder; among them was an elabdrawing of the pulpit of the church, and the hot with upraised hands pronouncing the beneen, embodying a really excellent likeness of the verable clergyman, Mr. Mortimer himself. One day morning the pastor visited the children in allery, when his eye caught sight of his likeness the back of the organ, and he immediately recoged the picture and the remarkable resemblance imself. He addressed the children without ing any allusion at the time to the drawing on organ, and when he returned home mentioned his family, who all repaired early to the church ascended the gallery to have a view of the picre; among them was our informant, who says aligh thirty years have passed she still distinctly povlects the sensation the likeness of her father produced on his family. Mr. Mortimer was so inrested himself that when the school assembled he paired to the gallery and after making some obration to the children, inquired who it was that w upon the organ, when a little boy lisped "it Johnnie." The kind pastor called Johnnie to , who came trembling, expecting a severe repriind and a lecture for his immoral conduct and acrilege. He hung his head and did not dare to kup. "Johnnie, did you do that?" Johnnie was afraid to answer, and kept his eyes upon the ground. "Don't be afraid, Johnnie, my boy; was you that did it?" Although Johnnie drew upon be books, he also drew from them the moral precept to abhor a falsehood, and being encouraged by the kind manner of the clergyman, stammered out, "Yes, sir," in an almost inaudible voice. "It is very well done indeed, my son," said the kind-hearted minister, much to the relief of poor Johnnie, who Low raised his eyes and looked the pastor in his face, who said "very well done indeed, but don't draw any more upon the organ or in the churchbut keep on," and then patting the boy upon the head, said "keep on. Johnnie, you may make a noise the world yet, my son."

It was prophetically spoken. He did "keep on," and he did "make a noise in the world," and his enios in after life was honored by kings and princes. That boy was John Banvard.

The London Merchant.

Mr. Bartlett's Sketches of European Society. John Oakheart and Son are Baltic merchants. Young John entered his father's office as a clerk at Exty pounds a year, of which he paid his mother rty for his board, lodging, and washing, and clothg himself with the odd twenty. Do not imagine Sat Mr. Oakheart's establishment required this asstance. The old gentleman desired to make his kafeel independent-he was a man, he earned his livelihood, and should feel that he supported elf. At 25 years of age, young Oakheart marreceiving with his wife a inoderate sum of bey. He wants to purchase a share of his faer's business; they cannot come to terms. Young an can make a better bargain with a rival house the trade. The old man hesitates; he likes the Hand of J. Oakheart & Son; but business is busiHad his son married a penniless girl the fader would have given him what he now refuses to *; but now business is business he thinks, and as eniation, he can't do it. So Young John becomes

chief partner in a rival firm to that which must one day be his, and trades against the old man, whose only aim is to lay up wealth for his son.

Every day, at 4 o'clock, leaning against a particular corner on 'Change, stands the elder merchant, his hands deeply sunk in his dog's eared pockets. A young city man approaches; they exchange a quiet, careless nod:

"Feel inclined to a discount for 1,200 at long date ?"

"What name?" asked old John. cent." "My own. I will give 4 per "I should want more than that, as money goes→ say 44."

The brokers ouly ask 44," replied the young

mau.

"Then give it." And they separate with an indifferent nod. That was father and son.

Every Sunday young John and his wife dine at Russel Square, in the same house where old Oakheart has lived for thirty years. His name has been cleaned out of the brass plate on the door. This house young John still looks upon and speaks of it as his home. All the associations of his childhood are there every piece of furniture is an old friend-every object is sacred in his eyes, from his own picture, taken at four years old, with its chubby face and fat legs, to the smoke-dried print of General Abercrombie. They form the architecture of that temple of his heart, his home.

After dinner the ladies have retired. The crimson curtains are comfortably closed. The crackling fire glows with satisfaction, and old John pushes the bottle across to his son, for, if old John has a weakness, it is for tawney port.

'Jack, my boy,' says he, 'what do you want with 1200 pounds?'

'Well, sir,' replied young John, 'there is a piece of ground next to my villa at Brixton, and they threaten to build upon it-if so, they will spoil our view. Emily,' meaning his wife, 'has often begged me to buy it, and inclose it in our garden. Next Wednesday is her birth-day and I wish to gratify her with a surprise; but I have reconsidered the matter-I ought not to afford it-so I have given it up.'

'It Quite right, Jack,' responded the old man. would have been a piece of extravagance,' and the subject drops.

Next Wednesday, on Emily's birth-day, the old couple dine with the young folks, and just before dinner, old John takes his daughter-in-law aside, and places in her hands a parchment-it is the deed of the little plot of ground she coveted. He stops her thanks with a kiss and hurries away.

Ere the ladies retire from the table, Emily finds time to whisper the secret to her husband. And the father and sou are alone. Watch the old man's eyes, fixed on the fire, for he has detected this piece of affectionate treachery, and is almost ashamed of his act, because he does not know how to receive his son's thanks. In a few moments a deep, gentle feeling broods upon the young man's heart, he has no words-it is syllabled in emotions that make his lips tremble, he lays his hand upon his father's arm and their eyes meet.

'Tut, Jack, sir! pooh sir, it must all come to you some day. God bless you, my boy, and make you as happy at my age as I am now.' In silence the souls of these men embrace. But who is that seraph that gathers them beneath her outspread angel wings? I have seen her linking distant hearts, parted by the whole world. She is the good genius of the Anglo-Saxon family, and her name is HOME.

'Your lamp smokes, my dear,' said he after a long pause.

'When are you going to get an astral lamp? I have told you a dozen times how much we needed one,' said Esther pettishly.

Those are very pretty lamps-I can never see by an astral lamp,' said her husband.

'But, George, I do not think our room is complete without an astral lamp," said Esther, sharply. The husband moved uneasily in his chair.

'We want to live as well as others,' said Esther. 'We want to live within our means, Esther,' ex claimed George.

'I am sure we can afford it as well as the Morgans, and Millers, and Thorns-we do not wish to appear mean.'

'George's cheek crimsoned.

'Mean! I am not mean he cried angrily. "Then we do not wish to appear so,' said the wife. 'To complete this room, and make it look like other people's we want a piano and an astral lamp.'

'We-we want!' muttered the husband, there's no satisfying woman's wants, do what you may," and he abruptly left the room.

How many husbands are in a similar dilemma? How many houses and husbands are rendered uncomfortable by the dissatisfaction of a wife with present comforts and present provisions? How many bright prospects for business have ended in and ruin, in order to satisfy this secret bankruptcy hankering after fashionable necessaries? Could the real cause of many failures be known, it would be found to result from useless expenditure at home -expenses to answer the demands of fashion, aud 'what will people think."

'My wife has made my fortune,' said a gentleman of great possessions, by her thrift and prudence, and cheerfulness, when I was just beginning.'

'Mine lost my fortune;' answered his companion, 'by useless extravagance and repining when I was doing well.

What a world does this open to the influence which a wife possesses over the future prosperity of her family! Let the wife know her influence and try to use it wisely and well.

Be satisfied to commence on a small scale. It is too common for young housekeepers to commence where their mothers ended. Buy all that is necessary to work skillfully with; adorn your house with all that will render, it comfortable. Do not look at richer homes, and covet their costly furniture. If secret dissatisfaction is ready to spring up, go a step further and visit the homes of the poor and suffering, behold dark, cheerless apartments, insufficient clothing and absence of the comfort and refinement of social life, and theu return to your own