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Father Walworth, a Roman Catholic priest, delivered a discourse, in the Church of the Annunciation, on Sunday last, on the subject of Hell. The reverend gentleman undertook to demonstate that Hell teas situated in the inside of this earth, commencing about twenty-one miles from the surface, where granite begins to melt. He also affirmed that heat was the predominant characteristic of this abode of the damned, and illustrated the proposition by reference to the uniformly high temperature of everything which had reached us from that quarter of our globe.

The wicked, it is to be hoped, will take warning. Twenty-one miles is but a small space between them and the infernal regions! It is not a distance sufficient to "lend enchantment to the view."

The good father also improved the occasion to inquire into the degree and intensity of the heat "down there," which, he said, almost passed the bounds of human conception. As a means of approximating to a result, however, he referred to experiments which had been made with a thermometer in Artesian wells and deep mines. Water boils at 800 deg. Fahrenheit, but it requires 2,600 to melt rocks. This, therefore, was the minimum of the heat of hell, whose frontiers, therefore, lie twentyone miles below the surface of the earth. He also cited what he called a well authenticated miracle, related by one of the Fathers, to the effect that God once permitted a certain religious person to receive a visit for a few moments from one of the damned. In the course of the interview the latter thrust his hand into a vase of water in the apartment, which was thereby so powerfully heated, that a bronze candlestick having been placed in it, was immediately melted!—N. Express.

Signs of a Horse's Temper.

The Ear.—The size, position and motion of the ears of a horse are important points. Those rather small thvi large, placed not too far apart, erect, and quiet in motion, indicate both breeding and spirit; and if a horse is in the frequent habit of carrying one ear forward and the other -backward, and especially if he does so on a journey, he will generally possess both spirit and endurance. The stretching .of the ears in contrary directions shows that he is attentive to everything that is passing around him, and while he is doing this lie cannot be much fatigued, nor likely soon to become so.

It has been remarked that few horses sleep without pointing one ear forward and one backward in order that they may receive notice of the approach of objects in any direction. When horses or mules march in company at night, those in front direct their ears forward; and those in the middle of the train turn them laterally, thus seeming to be actuated by one feeling which watches their general safety.

The ear of the horse is one of the most beautiful parts about him, and by this is the temper more safely indicated. The ear is more intelligible even than the eye; and a person accustomed to the horse can tell, by the expressive motion of the organ, almost all that he thinks or means. When a horse lays his ears flat back on his neck, he most assuredly means mischief, and bystanders should beware of his heels or feet. In play, the ears will be laid back but not so decidedly nor so long. A quick change in their position, and more particularly the expression of the eye at the time will distinguish between playfulness and vice.

The hearing of the horso is remarkably acute.— A thousand vibrations of the air, too slight to make impression in the human ear, are readily perceived by him. It is well known to every hunting man, that the cry of hounds will be recognized by the horse, and his ears will be erect, and he will be all spirit and impatience, a considerable time before the rider is conscious of the least sound.—The Hero and the Rider.

The Sew Czar.

The London correspondent of the New York Sunday Times, in alluding to Alexander II., adds the following statement:

The habits of Alexander are not consistent with a warlike nature. He is remarkable for two things

—an inveterate habit of smoking throughout the day, and a passionate fondness for card playing at night. He is one of the most indolent of men. It is almost impossible to rouse him to action, or to evoke from him any manifestation of energy, whether mental or physical. He is dull, depressed and inanimate. In person he is tall and attenuated, with a demure expression of countenance, and a sickly looking complexion. He has the appearance of one who is half starved, and yet it is well known in St. Petersburg that there is not a greater glutton in Europe. I am assured that he does not think he has had anything like an adequate meal if he docs not eat what would be tantamount to about three pounds of butcher's meat. In fact, his life is spent in eating, smoking, and card playing.

"The mare is said to be the better horse" in his case. His consort, Maria Alexandrowna, daughter of the deceased Grand Duke Lewis II, of Hesse Darmstadt, is a woman of strong sense and character, of amiable qualities, and possesses much influence over him.

Tbe Prompt merchants') Clerk.

'I once knew a young man,' said an eminent preacher the other day, in a sermon to young men, 'that was commencing life as a clerk. One day his employer said to him, 'Now, to-morrow, that cargo of cotton must be got out and weighed, and we must have a regular account of it.'

'He was a young man of energy. This was the first time he had been entrusted to superintend the execution of this work. He made his arrangements over night, spoke to the men about their carts and horses, and resolved to begin very early in the morning, he instructed the laborers to be there at half past four o'clock. His master came in, and seeing him sitting in the counting-room, looks very black, supposing that his commands had not been executed.

''I thought,' said the master, 'you were requested to get out that cargo this morning V

''It is all done,, said the young man, 'and here is the account of it.'

'He never looked behind him from that moment —never! His character was fixed, confidence was established. He was found to be the man to do the thing with promptness. He very soon came to be one that could not be spared; he was as necessary to the firm as any of the partners. He was a religious man, and went through a life of great benevolence, and at his death was able to leave his children an ample fortune. He was not smoke to the eye nor vinegar to the teeth, but just contrary.'

A Feat In Chemistry.

During the recent lecture delivered by Prof. B. Silliman, Jr., in New York, he solidified carbonic acid gas. This was effected by bringing sulphuric acid in contact with carbonate of soda, in a strong iron vessel capable of resisting an expansive pressure of thirty-four atmospheres, or 510 pounds to an inch. Prof. Silliman stated that this experiment has been given up entirely in France, in consequence of the bursting of several iron vessels, by which several persons had been killed. But he stated that the iron vessel used on this occasion had never been known to burst, and the experiment was considered not at all dangerous. As the liquid (it being in a liquid state in the vessel,) was drawn off, a large portion evaporated, and by tbe evaporation reduced the remainder, to the freezing point. In this way several pounds of solid carbonic acid gas were obtained. - It had the appearance of the whitest snow, and was so cold that by holding it only three seconds, the hand would be frozen. He placed a portion of it round a long vessel containing mercury, and froze the mercury solid!—The mercury was then taken out and hammered like lead.—Exchange.

Poetic.—Mr. Wise, in a late speech, got out the following beautiful thought on "Old Virginny:"

"She has an iron chain of mountains running througlfher centre, which God has placed there to milk the clouds and be the source of her silver rivers."

Milking the clouds to make silver rivers is an expression which does not lack much of being sublime.—Portland Transcript.

The State Senate.

Of the 21 Senators elected to the next Legisla- , ture not one has ever been a member of that body —an instance, we believe, which has never before occurred.

The following have been members of the lower House:

Charles Forbes, East Hartford, in 1838 and 18W.

James F. Babcock, New Haven, in 1841.

Edward Prcntis, New London, in 1854.

Learned Hebard, Lebanon, in 1840.

Abraham Bcecher,* Bethlehem, 1642.

Perley Converse, Stafford, in 18.17 and '40.

Richard H. Rose, Coventry, in 1849.

Charles R. Alsop, of Middlctown, graduated at Yale in 1821, and was formerly a lawyer.

Orris S. Ferry, of Norwalk, is a lawyer and graduated at Yale in 1841.

Charles 0. Belden, Litchfield, is a lawyer.

Wm. Cothren,* Woodbury, is a lawyer, and graduated at Bowdoin College in 1643, and is author of a full history of Woodbury.

Wm. F. Taylor,* Danbury, is a lawyer.

Robert Clark, Bethany, was a member of the Lower House in 1814, and is probably the oldest member of that body. W. 8. P.

•Claims to Beats doubled.

Dedication of Holllster'a Connecticut.

To the Hon. I. William Stuart.

My DKAn Sin:—It gives me the highest pleasure to dedicate this work to you. I know no gentleman in the State whose love for its history is so much like a poet's passion for his muse, as your own. The sons of Connecticut will agree with me in thanking you for your filial care of the dear old Charter Oak. Nor will that genius of Wyllys Hill forget to reward the tender offices that nursed its second childhood. Every russet leaf that lingers among its hoary locks to receive the caresses of the Indian Summer, will whisper your name; every acorn that drops from its aged hands to germinate and perpetuate its line, will keep your memory alive in the hearts of its children.

Accept this slight token of my grateful regard, And believe me ever,

Your friend,

G. H. Holi.ister.

Why there is no Rain In Pern.

In Peru, South America, rain is unknown. The coast of Peru is'within the region of perpetual southeast trade winds. Though the Peruvian shores are on the verge of the great South Sea boiler, yet it never rains there. The reason is plain.— The southeast trade winds in the Atlantic Ocean first strike the water on the coast of Africa. Traveling to the northwest, they blow obliquely across the ocean until they reach the coast of Brazil. By this time they are heavily laden with vapor, which they continue to bear along across the continent, depositing it as Ihey go, and supplying with it the sources of the Rio de la Plata and the southern tributaries of the Amazon. Finally they reach the snow-capped Andes, and here is wrung from them the last particle of moisture that that very low temperature can extract. Reaching the summit of that range, they now tumble down as cool and dry winds on the Pacific slopes beyond. Meeting with no evaporating surface, and with no temperature colder than that to which they were subjected to on the mountain tops, they reach the ocean before they become charged with fresh vapor, and before, therefore, they have any which the Peruvian climate can extract. Thus we see how the top of the Andes becomes the reservoir from which are supplied the rivers of Chili and Peru.—Lieut. Maury.

How She Unoerstood It.—An Irish girl, residing with a family near this city, was ordered to hang the wash clothes on the horse in the kitchen, to dry. Her mistress shortly after found a very gentle family horse standing in the kitchen, completely covered with different articles that had been washed that day. Upon interrogating, the reply was, " Och, to be shure, ye tould me to hang the clothes upon the horse in the kitchen, and the baste is the kindest I ever saw, sure."

Important Historical Discovery.—The Post announces the recent discovery of the long-lost manuscript 'History of Plymouth People and Colony, from 1602 to 1646, by Governor Bradford." Every one at all familiar with New England history knows, that Gov. Bradford's History was the treasury from which the early historians of Massachusetts drew their most valuable materials: Morton. Hutchinson and Prince, all did this. The last that was known of this precious manuscript was, the venerable Prince had possession of it, and had deposited it in the New England Library, among other valuable books and documents, in the tower of the Old South Church. After this house was taken possession of by the British troops, during ibe revolution, and made a riding school of for their cavalry, the books, and especially the manuscripts, disappeared. The story is that the manuscripts were used by the soldiers to kindle their fires. A fen" years since some of the manuscripts were discovered at Halifax; subsequently, Dr. Young discovered that a part of Bradford's History was contained in the records of the Plymouth Church; and recently the entire original mauuscrip^has been discovered in Fulbam Library, in England. Rev. J. T. Barry of Scituate was the first to discover a resemblance between certain quotations in an Oxford work, (' A History of the Protestant Episcopal Church in America.' ) from a MS. in the Fulhani Library, and the History of Bradford. The Rev. Joseph Hunter of London was written to about the matter; and by a recent arrival from London, the following information has been received:—

"There is not the slightest doubt that the MS. is Governor Bradford's own autograph. Not only is tliere a sufficient degree of correspondence between the hand-writing of the MS. and that of the letter which you transmitted to me, but there is the attestation of one of the family written in 1706, statin; that it was given by the governor to his son, Major William Bradford, and by him to his son, Major John Bradford. There is also the hand-writing of Prince, a memorandum dated Jan. 4, 1728, showing how he obtained it from Major John Bradford. It also appears to have been in the New England Library. And finally the written pages are 270, the number named by Prince, and subsequently by Dr. Young, as the number of pages in the longlost volume."

The Post adds that arrangements have been made to have an exact copy of the original manuscript made, and that the work will be immediately published in this country by the Massachusetts Histori

Gbeat Fishing.—The Burlington Free Press relates a new and unique mode of fishing, which has tern successfully tried in a trout stream of northera Vermont, and which we take pleasure in recommending to the attention of all long-nosed disciples of the famous Walton. The discovery was made a few days since by a wood-chopper in Hyde•park. Being thirsty with labor, he chopped a hole s tie ice of a mountain stream, and laid himself 'iown to drink. While in the act of imbibing the refreshing fluid, his nose was suddenly and unexpectedly seized by a hungry leviathan of the brook, 'b-i buried his teeth deeply in the rosy protuber■JCe, which he evidently thought was a savory mor*eL The astonished wood-cutter, whose alarm entered him with superhuman strength, threw up Mihead with a jerk, and pulled out upon the ice a ■veadid trout, which weighed two and a half l&nds/ The editor of the Free Press has talked >.iha Aiian who saw the lacerated and swollen Me, and vouches for the authenticity of the story. T; to not believe, however, that this mode of flshsg*iH come into vogue, and we advise those of ho are disposed to try it, to wear false

tin And Present.—In the days of the patria young woman's conduct was the index of l*beart. When, for example, the father of.Re[ fea asked her if she would go with the servant of '*A-.s!te immediately replied, "I will go."

J*w. had she been a daughter of the nineteenth

|**y, she would have poutingly answered, 'W; go with him! Why, Mr. Isaac must he with him t Of course I won't." But

Schamyl's Son.—Among the items of foreign news by the last steamer, tho restoration by the Czar Nicholas of a son of the celebrated Circassian chief Schaxuyl, captured from his father when a child, was noted. From the time he was captured, Schamyl had not heard from his son, and bad given him up for lost. It appears, however, immediately on the capture, the Russian General, Prince Woronzolf, sent the boy to St. Petersburgh, where the late emperor took a liking to him, and had him educated in the Military Academy. It happened last year that Schamyl, in some sudden surprise, took several Russian ladies prisoners, amongst whom was the Princess Tscharawaddy. They were conducted to one of Schamyl's mountain fastnesses, and confined there as prisoners of war, but treated with the respect and decorum due to their rank and sex. The Governor-General of Tiflis sent a flag of truce to Schamyl to demand the release of the captured ladies, offering a large sum of money and the liberty of several Circassian ladies who had been made prisoners by the Russians. But Schamyl replied that if "liis son was alive, and the Russians would restore him, he would release all the lady captives. The Emperor Nicholas sent for young Schamyl, gave him his liberty, and fitted him with the needful equipment to undertake the long journey. The exchange took place in the end of January. Young Schamyl, who, when at St. Petersburgh, was not required to abjure tho Moslem creed, has profited by his Involuntary scjour at the Russian capital, and has now returned to his overjoyed father an accomplished cavalier, with a complete military education.

The Pirate Ano The Dove.—The following anecdote is related by Audubon, the celebrated traveler and ornithologist:

"A man who was once a pirate assured me that several times, whilst at certain wells dug in the burning, shelly sands of a well-known Key, which must be here nameless, the soft and melancholy notes of the dove awoke in his breast feelings which had long slumbered, melted his heart to repentance, and caused him to linger at the spot in a state of mind, which he only who compares that wretchedness of guilt within him with the holiness of former innocence, can truly feel. He said he never left the place without increased fears of futurity, associated, as he was, although I believe by force, with a band of the most desperate villains that ever annoyed the Florida coast. So deeply moved was he by the notes of any bird, and especially those of a dove, the only soothing sounds he ever heard during his life of horrors, that through these plaintive notes, and them alone, he was induced to escape from his vessel, abandon his turbulent companions, and return to a family deploring his absence. After paying a hasty visit to those wells and listening once more to the cooings of the Zenaida dove, he poured out his soul in supplication for mercy, and once more became, what one has said to be the noblest work of God—an honest man. His escape was effected amid difficulties and dangers, but no danger seemed to him comparable with tho danger of living in violation of human and divine laws; and he now lives in peace, in the midst of his friends."

( A Ghost In Love.—A farmer who had lately become a widower was aroused at midnight by the loud barking of his dog. On going to it the animal displayed extreme terror, whereupon the farmer took his gun and preceded to an inspection. All at once he saw a phantom, clothed in a white sheet, rise behind the hedge. The farmer turned deadly pale, and his limbs shook with dismay. He, however, contrive to ejaculate: 'If you come from God, speak; from the devil, vanish!' n 'Wretch!' exclaimed the phantom, ,1 am your deceased wife, come from the grave to warn you not to marry Maria

A , to whom you arc making love. The only

woman to succeed me is Henrietta B . Marry her, or persecution and eternal torment shall be your doom!' This strange address from the goblin, instead of dismaying the farmer restored his courage. He accordingly rushed on the ghostly visitor, and stripping off its sheet, discovered the fair Henrietta B herself, looking extremely foolish. It is said that the farmer admiring the girl's trick, has had the banns published for his i with her.—Gateshead (Eng.) <

The correspondent of the Tribune relates the following:

Miss Nightingale is the real hero of the present war. Lately a transport of sick aurived at Scutari. In the hospital, whcre.no bedding could be provided for them, they were laid on the wooden floor of the corridor. Miss Nightingale immediately sent to the purveyor for beds and mattresses, but got the answer that no stores could be delivered by him unless he got a regular order on foolscap, signed by the two respective officers, and physicians of the hospital. Miss Nightingale sent him word again that she must have the bedding immediately, but promised that the necessary formalities should be complied with as soon as the officers and physicians should return and find time for writing. Meeting with a second refusal, she ordered some twenty convalescents to follow her; went straight to the storehouse, had its doors forced open, and carried away the necessary articles. The store-keeper stood aghast at such unceremonious infraction of his authority and of all official routine, but the lady said coolly: "Report to headquarters that Miss Nightingale has forced open tho door and carried away what was wanted for the protection of the life of her Majesty's sick soldiers, on her own responsibility."

To Let.—The anniversary of these little is rapidly approaching, when we shall see them on the doors of hovels at three dollars a month and posted on aristocratic portals at a thousand a year,

"To Let." There arc more things to let than are placarded. Hearts are to let every' day; old hearts, young hearts, stricken hearts—all empty—all to let.

There are heads to let—to any new thing, to isms and ologies and ists—heads that have not had a tenant to bless themselves within a twelve-month.

There are hands to let. Hands fair and plump; hands lean and brown; these to love, those to labor; these for rags; those for rings.

There are consciences to let—elastic, accommodating, caoutchouk—at five cents a month; sixty per cent a year. To let on bond, mortgage, and a pound of flesh. To let for anything that will "pay," for anything that will sell.

And so it goes, from sods to souls, everything to let; everything with its price; everything in the market but griefs. They are never at a premium, never to let.—Chicago Journal.

Juvenile Simplicity.—A friend says the following story is a fact. Two boys of tender years, who went by the name of Tom and Jack, became members of a district school in a certain New England town. On making their appearance, the teacher called them up before the assembled school, and and proceeded to make certain interrogatories concerning their names, and ages, &c.

'Well, my fine lad,' said the teacher to the first one, 'what is your name Y

'Tom! promptly answered the juvenile.

'Tom,' said the teacher, 'that does not sound well. Remember and always speak the full name. You should have said Thom-As.'

'Now my son,' (turning to the other boy, whose expectant face suddenly lighted up with tm* satisfaction of a newly discovered idea,) 'now then will you tell me what your name is V

Jack-Ass !' replied the lad, in a tone of confident decision.

The teacher was taken with a sudden fit of coughing and merely motioned the boys to their seats.

A Model Jury.—We saw in one of our English exchanges that two men were lately indicted at the Stafford sessions for stealing port wine. They went to the White Hart cellar, and having got drunk, stole a bottle of port from the bin and hid it. It was deemed essential that the jury should decide whether the stolen wine was actually taken from the bin in question, and this could only be done by tasting. Two bottles were accordingly handed up, but so difficult was the point that the jury was unable to arrive at any satisfactory decision until they had finished both bottles. They then convicted the prisoners—on which the prisoners' counsel remarked that if they had not done justice to their clients, they had certainly done justice to the vine

Varietlei.

A wag observes that lie looks under the marriage bead for the news of the iceak.

"The moon," said a total abstainer, "is not quite a teetotaller; but she lets her moderation be known to all men, for she only Alls her horn once a month." "Then she Alls it with something very strong," observed a bystander, "for I have seen her half-gone."

"Why's D like marriage f1 askod the maid
Whose love to me it plighted;

I blushed, of course, and hung my head,
While she seemed quite delighted.

II Come 1 answer me,'* continued she,
** And don't be long about It 1

You stupid ninny, don't you see
We can't be xced without it!"

It sometimes happens that when a Bedouin tribe is moving in great haste before an enemy, or making a forced march over a desert where the wells are very distant from each other, the women are obliged to prepare their bread whilst riding on their camels. The fire is lighted in an earthcrn vessel. One woman kneads the flour, a second rolls out the dough, and a third bakes, boys or women on foot passing the materials, as required, from one to the other.

A gentleman at a late fashionable assembly being asked which of the ladies he thought most beautiful, rppliod, "Why, madam, they art: all bcantiful;

but that lady, I think," pointing to Miss B , who

was dressed in the extreme of fashion, "outstrips them all!"

Hon. Caleb Lyon calls those lost to our affection, "The heart's unburied dead."

Stebbins has been reading the market reports.— He says that as Wheat has been quoted "dull" all the Winter, it had better be ground.

"What do you do to make you look delicate 1" said one young woman, with an eruption on her face, to another who looked like one of the departed.— "Why," said she, "sometimes I eat slate pencils and chalk, and then, for a change, I drink vinegar and chew green tea. When these fail, I lace tighter, and wear the tbincst soled shoes I can buy".

"I wonder what makes my eyes so weak 1" said a loafer to a gentleman. "Why, they are in a weak place," replied the latter.

It is bard for an empty sack to stand upright.

Some persons take more trouble in looking for pins than they would for stars.

There are two bores in society—the man who knows too much, and the man who knows too little.

Travelling, now-a-days, consists in living on railways, and sleeping at hotels.

The oddest Husbandry we know is when a man in clover marries a woman in weeds.

Remorse is the tight boot that pinches the sole.

A Woman's ultimatum is "Shant!"

The bread of Repentance we eat is in many instances made of the wild oats we sow in our youth.

Always sit'next to the carver, if you can, at dinner.

Ask no woman her age.

Don't play at chess with a widow.

Never contradict a man who stutters.

In every strange house it is well to enquire where the brandy is kept—only think if you were taken 111 in the middle of the night!

Keep your own secrets. Tell no human being you dye your whiskers.

Write not one letter more than you can help.— The man who keeps up a large correspondence is a martyr tied, not to the Stake, but to the Post.

Edlnburg surgeons say that they are guided in avoiding danger to life from their use of chloroform in surgical cases, not by its effect on the pulse, but by the state of the breathing. They cease the administration of the vapor when the breathing becomes difficult, however favorable the pulse may appear to be. They also pay attention to the tongue, as a point of great importance. When the breathing becomes difficult, or ceases, they open the mouth, seize tho tip of the tongue with artery forceps, and pull it well forward. Death, it is said, would have occurred in some cases but for the use of this expedient, which affords the external air free access to too lungs.

Heroism Kept In its Place.

A little drummer boy of the 3d Grenadier Guards has blossomed into a full blown hero. He was in the thick of the fight at Alma, Balaklava and Inkermann. He flew about the battle field a very Puck or Goodfellow, with water for the wounded. 'But for his care'—say the accounts—'many of the wounded would never have survived to receive surgical aid.' Prince Albert has heard the story; and the Prince, with the feelings of a soldier—for is not H. R. H. a Field-Marshal—intends to present the bov with—with—with—(well, if it must be said)— with £6!

It is thus we cultivate true heroism. In France, for instance, the boy would have been spoiled. He would have been educated, promoted; and in time might have found one of his little drum-sticks converted to a Marshal's baton. We know better. We reward valor in a practical, business-like way; we pay ready money for it; and so have done with it for once and all.—Punch.

Advertising.—To advertise is to create, yet, increase business. Said a leading book-publisher and seller to us the other day, "I have made fifty thousand dollars in four years. The main instrument by which I have turned this stream of gold into my pocket, is the Press. I have worked hard indeed —late and early, in season and out—but, .sir, it is by advertising in the main that I have made my mouey, and got my business. Four years ago I was worse than poor—overhead in debt; and there, and worse yet, should I have been nvu, but that I made myself and mine known to every body through the press; and five years from now I will have one hundred thousand dollars smack and smooth in hand —all, sir, primarily, by adrertising." Our friend did not surprise us; we knew it before. We had known him, as an unknown, for the previous six years. He took time and means by the forelock, and the shower of gold is now his reward. The moral is at the liberty of anybody to take—nothing is asked for it. The gentleman referred to is but a type of hundreds in Boston.—Pettengill's Reporter.

Noon Day Truisms.—Love, the toothache, smoke, a cough, and a tight boot, arc things which cannot possibly be kept secret very long.

Every woman is in the wrong until she cries— and then she is in the right instantly.

A tragedy is often tho safety valve of insanity.

A man who lends an umbrella is a real philanthropist—sacrificing himscjf for the benefit of his species.

The life of a fool could no more go on without excitement than a pantomime could without music.

There is a craving in almost every man's breast for a latch key.

Every woman's mother has been beautiful.

Punch.

Our landlords are getting mighty particular about their tenants, as well as their rents. If a body has half a dozen children, and of course more need of a house than if he had none at all, he is very coolly told he cannot have the premises.

"Have you children, madam 1" inquired one of these sharpers, of a lady in modest black who was looking at one of his houses just finished and in perfect order.

"Yes," said the gentle mother, " I have seven, Sir, but they are all in the church-yard." A sigh and the dew of a tear gave impressiveness to the painful remark, and without further parley the bargain was closed. Her little flock were waiting for her in the church-yard around the corner, and were delighted to hear that she had found a snug house so speedily. The landlord says he shall never trust a woman in black after this.

We find the following in the English papers, called the best mot of the time: A young lady asked an old gentleman what was the "Immaculate Conception." The old gentleman was a politician, and answered—"Lord Aberdeen's idea of tho War."

Smikcs, the chimney sweep, has established a general depot, and advertises to take in sweeping by the Job. He says be hopes to soot bis patron*.

Will Cranberries Cure Erysipelas?—All we know about it is that the editor of the New Haven Palladium said they would. A lady visited our family a few days since and stated that' her daughter had the erysipelas quite bad. We called to mind the remedy recommended bythcNew Haven editor. On returning home in the evening she found the disease was spreading rapidly, and had assumed a frightful appearance. She immediately applied a poultice made of cranberries, which seemed to arrest it at once, and the second poultice effected a complete cure.—NUes Republican.

A Clergyman catechising the youths of his church, put the first question from the catechism to a girl:

"What is your consolation in life and death 1"

The poor girl smiled, but did not answer. The priest insisted.

"Well then," said she, "since 1 must tell, it is the young Printer on street."

Bald-headed Husband.—"Just take a magnifying glass, ducky, and see if there's any young hairs a sprouting. J've just finished the seventh bottle of the restorative, and worn out three brushes rubbing it in."

Wife—"Goodness gracions, Nicodemus, there Bint no more hair on your head than there is on the cover of our old copper kettle."

The Bishop of Bcllay, famous for his wit, said he was surprised at two things. One was, that the Roman Catholics, who say the Scripture is very obscure, nevertheless rarely explain it in their sermons; the other, that the Protestants, who say that the Scripture is clear as day, nevertheless explain it always.

"Frank," said an affectionate lady, the other day, to a promising young American, "if you don't stop smoking and reading so much, you will get so after a while that you won't care anything about work." "Mother," replied young hopeful, leisurely removing a very long cigar, and turning another leaf of Baraum, "I've got so now!"

The first flower of spring—who has seen it 1—Sandusky Register.

We have seen it, and felt it too. The "first flour of spring" cost us nine dollars a barrel!—Portsmouth Tribune.

•There was once a clergyman in N. Hampshire, noted for his long sermons and indolent habits.— 'How is it,' said the man to his neighbor, 'that parson , the laziest man living, writes those interminable sermons V 'Why,' said the other, 'he probably gets to writing, and is too lazy to stop.!

A grocer's wife having in a passion thrown an inkstand at her husband, and spattered him all-over with the black liquid, some atrocious wretch de- _ clared that she had been engaged in the battle of ink her-man.

A gentleman residing in the neighborhood ot Cork, walking one evening, met a young peasant girl whose parents resided near his house. "What are you doing, Jenny 1" said he. "Looking for a son-in-law for my mother sir," was the smart reply.

An inquisitive friend st our elbow, on reading the very lucid interpretation of the ReciprocityTreaty by the Secretary of the Treasnry, wants to know if brandy would pass under the head of 'horns,' and thereby escape duty 1—Ogd. Rep.

"time," says Goethe, "is continually on the move and human affairs change their aspect every fifty years. An institution which was perfect in 1800, may be a great nuisance in 1860."

"Winter, still lingering on the verge of Spring,
Retires reluctant, and from time to time
Looks back ; while at his keen and chilling breath
Fair Flora sickens."

"Sal," said one girl to another, "I'm so glad Ihave no beau now." "Why sol" asked the other.' "Oh, 'cause I can cat as many onions as I please."

Lorenzo Dow defined a death bed repentance to be burning out the candle of life in the service oil the devil, and blowing the snuff In the Lord's facts.:

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ron mi Cocraht.
'Your heart shall live forever."—David.
"Howold art thou?"—Man measurcth time

By thing* that fall away, and die,—
By alckled field* of Autumn's prime,
Summer's lost bloom, or Winter*■ sky.

Age from hla span, its lustre takes,—
The cheek resigns its roseate glow,—

The form its grace, the hair its hue,—
The brow it« beauty;—let them go.

Bat the true heart can ne'er grow old,—
Its ere is bright, tho' youth bo fled,—

Its ear is never dull to sound,—
Its lip can speak, when speech la dead,

By prayer, by alma, by written page,—

By planted words of holy trust,—
It quickeneth love from age to age,—

It lovetb, when the furm is dual.

So count thoo not thine age by tears,

Or smile* of Fortune's fickle ray,—
Xor say how old thou art In yearn

Of waste, and folly, and decay,—

But ever with a stedfast eye
On Him from whom thy life procoeds,

Kofch ihou lta seasons on the soul,
And tell it* calendar by deeds.
Hartford, April 24th, 1S55. L. H. 8.

These stanza* were suggested by a poem in the Dally Cqoract, entitled, "I am old to day,"—in which allusion Th made to our friend, and the friend of all, C. II., Esq.

of our readers may detect in the signature M. L W, g. the MUSE, of a brilliant and talented lady from Xcw Hampshire, who, when she possessed three initials in**jd of four, waa a visitor in our city. D. From the N. Y. Christian Inquirer.

The Lighthouses of the World.

Could a Christian community exist and stand erect In -1* family of civilized nations, and shroud ita shores in ut

^arkevea f For what do we see when we look around »' The British Islands blazing with three hundred lights; rrascK, with more than one hundred and fifty; the Baltic,

Mediterranean, the Euxine. all illuminated; and even In ■ie XoAh, Imperial Husaia lighting the American mariner * Ma pathway through the White Sea, out to the Polar h*iz. The whole alone, from North to South, from East **«*t, ia encircled with theae living monuments of hu

tAe Jn. Union to Improve it* Navigable Waters.

Piax«sa descends, and give* the spirit wings;
The eye, emboldened, claim* imperial right;
tying grandly at ray feet. I ace
The world at night.

tb** viplmjr How sublimely fair?
tights illuminate the sea,
itlnent and ocean vaot
In one humanity.

some habitant of far-ofF star,
to the heritage of loftier powers,

cannot see his glowing world.
Yet looks on ours—

•w patient sentinela of night,
their language, eloquent and grand,
coldly 'neath the Arctic light,
They warning stand;

- through the still and fragrant air,
rml reefs the vexed Bermoothes guard,
; of human life may see the Lamp
Keep watch and ward;

r from Leucadla's haunted clltf,
nlus sleeps beneath the wave,
ht tho water* surging o'er
A lonely grave;

bright amid Atlantic storm,
headiwr maat* are quivering with fear,
i Light upheld by seagirt tower,

Burn on with inextinguishable flrcl

Companions of the silent stars above! Resplendent types, amid a world of Btrife,

Of deathless Love M. E. W. 0.

The Three Sons.

The author of this exquisite piece la the Rev. Thomas Moultrie, an esteemed clergyman of the Church of England. The conception of the poem is quite original; the description of the throe little boys is a picture for a painter; the sentiment is extremely touching. Few who are parents could read it without a sympathetic sob. The simplicity of the language assorts well with the simplicity of the Idea, and the pure spirit of pious resignation which it breathes—the consolation found by the Christian in the promises of his faith—is the poetry of religion.

I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old. With eyes of thoughtful earnestness and mind of gentle mould.

They tell me that unusual grace in all his ways appears, That my child is grave and wise of heart beyond his childish years.

I cannot say how this may be—I know his face la fair,
And yet his chlefest cometiucss is his aweet and serious air;
I know his heart is kind and fond, I know he loveth me,
But loveth yet his mother more with grateful fervency;
But that which others most admire is the thought which
fills his mind,

The food for grave, inquiring speech he everywhere doth find.

Strange questiona doth he ask of me, when we together walk;

He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children talk,

Nor carea ho much for childish sports, dotea not on bat or ball,

But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all

Ilia little heart is busy still, and oftentimes perploxt
With thoughts about this world of ours, and thought*

about the next; Ho kneels at his dear mother's knee, she teachcth him to

pray,

And strange, and sweet, and solemn then, are tho words

which he will say. Oh, should my gentle child be spared to manhood's years,

like me,

A holier and a wiser man I trust that he will be; And when I look into his eye* and stroke his thoughtful brow,

I daro not think what I should feel, were I to lose him now l

I have a son—a second son—a simple child of three;
I'll not declare how bright and fair his little features be—
How silver-sweet those tones of his, when ho prattles on
my knee.

I do not think his light blue eye is like hia brother's keen, Nor his brow ao full of childish thought as his hath ever been;

But his little heart's a fountain pure, of kind and tender feeling,

And his every look's a gleam of light, rich depths of love revealing.

When he walks with me, the country folk, who pass aa in

the Btreet,

Will shout for joy, and bless my boy, he looka so mild and sweet.

A playfellow Is he to all, and yet with cheerful tone
Will aiug his little songs of love, when left to sport alone.
His presence is like sunshine sent to gladden home and
hearth,

To comfort us in nil our griefs, and sweeten all our mirth. Should he grow up to riper years, God grant his heart may prove

Aa sweet a homo for heavenly grace, as now for earthly

love.

And if beside his grave the tears our aching eyes must dim. God comfort ua for all the love which wo shall lose in him.

I have a son, a third sweet son; his age I cannot tell, For they reckon not by years and months where he has gone to dwell.

To us, for fourteen anxious months, his infant smiles were given,

And then he bade farewell to Earth, and went to live in Heaven.

I cannot tell what form is his, what look he weareth now, Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph

brow:

The thoughts that fill his sinless soul, the bliss which he doth feel,

Are number'd with the secret things which God will not reveal;

But I know (for God hath told me this) that he fs now at

rest,

Where other blessed Infants be, on their Saviour's loving breast,

I know hia spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh. But his sleep is blessed with endless dreams of Joy for ever fresh.

I know the Angels fold him close beneath their glittering

And soothe him with a song that breathes of Heaven's

I know that we shall meet our babe, (his mother dear and I,)

Where God for aye shall wipe away all teara from every

eye.

Whate'or befals hia brethren twain, hi* blias can never

cease;

Their lot may here be grief and fear, but hi* is certain peace.

It may be that tho tempter's wiles their aouls from bllas may sever,

But, if our own poor faith fall not, he must be ours forever. When we think of what onr darling is, and what wc Btill must be,

When we muse on that world's perfect bliss, and thi*

world's misery; When we groan beneath this load of sin, and feel this grief

and pain;

Oh! we'd rather lose our other two than have him here again.

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Colonel Gay of the Revolution.

A trust-worthy correspondent from Farmington, furnishes the following very interesting sketch of a man who is comparatively unknown to our modern historians; but his services and character were such that he deserves grateful remembrance from those who are reaping tho reward of his labors:

FOR THE COCRANT.

Fisher Gay, a direct descendant from one of our earliest pilgrim Fathers, received a collegiate education, and returning home on its completion, received an English Guinea and hia Father's blessing, with the injunction "that he must now take care of himself, for his parents could do no more;" with this patrimony he commenced his business life in Farmington with school-teaching; but this employment did not suit his ardent temperament, and alter two or three seasons he abandoned it and commenced the mercantile business in a small way, but soon the leading traits in his character developed themselves. By his honesty, uprightness and fair dealing, he obtained the confidence of tho community around him; and by his energy and perseverance outstripped all his competitors and was eminently successful. A single anecdote will illustrate his energy: All travel in those days was on horseback, and he having made his purchases in New York, being anxious to get homo that his business there should not suffer, mounted a favorite horse at the break of day in the heart of the city, and reached home before twelve o'clock at night on the same day.

His fellow citizens appreciating his energy 5oon employed him to superintend the building of a "meeting-house," and not finding the material suitable and satisfactory, he chartered a vessel and went to Maine to procure the best that its forests afforded, and as the result of that energy, although a plain and unpretending building of wood, it is believed there is not in the State, of its age, for thorough workmanship and durability, one that surpasses it, if indeed it is equaled.

He early became prominent in the incipient measures taken on the questions relative to the claims of the mother country, respecting taxation ; he seems to have been a most ardent and determined patriot, sustaining the colonies against the parent, with the most persevering resolution, and having the full confidence of his fellow citizens, was pi need at the head of their most efficient committees, viz: Tbeir Committee of Correspondence, Vigilance, and of Preparation: in these duties it is believed he did more valuable service than any other individual compatriot of his town.

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Bold, active and persevering, on the first news of the battle of Lexington, he left all, mounted his hors* and repaired to the field, there conferring with his brothers in arms, ho remained counselling and aiding, until it was advised that he should return to his own state for the purpose of raising men for the war. He returned, received his commission as Lieut. Colonel of the 2d Regiment, from Gov. Trumbull, dated January, 1776, and immediately set about raising his Regiment, which ho filled, marched to Boston, and reported to Gen. Washington on the 2d day of February following; was immediately sent by the General back to Connecticut and Rhode Island, to procure ammunition; having obtained a supply, ho returned and was detached with his regiment and a large body of artizans, about twenty-five hundred in the whole, to secure and fortify Dorchester heights; this was successfully accomplished, and when the enemy on the next morning, marched out of Boston to reconnoitre the works, they found them so far advanced, and so well defended, that, with the recollection of Bunker's Hill in their minds, they durst not attempt to drive the Americans from their works,—the possession of these heights overlooking Boston, the British Army was no longer secure in the city; hence the immediate evacuation became necessary.

He was placed in command of the advance column in following up the retreating British, and was there stationed until the enemy established themselves in the vicinity of New York, where he with his regimcrTt was soon after ordered. From the first commencement of the campaign, he was most incessantly employed in raising men and means to carry on offensive operations; from these constant and arduous toils, his health suffered, and indeed his physical powers proved not able to sustain his mental labors, all eager and anxious as ho was to fit his men to combat the foe; once he rose from his bed of sickness and suffering, contrary to the advice and expostulation of his physician, to lead his regiment in an expected conflict with the enemy, to which he returned when the danger was over, that the physician might combat the foe within; and there is good reason to believe, that in the wasting toil ho was subjected to in his country's cause he sacrificed his life. Capable and energetic, his superior officers saw his worth and availed themselves of it to further the good cause. On his march to New York, his constant care to provide for his men, with bis anxiety to bring them fresh and vigorous, ready to grapple with the foe, was too much for his already enfeebled body; having brought on his regiment, he was soon attacked by a fatal disease, and Connecticut was obliged to mourn the loss of a battle, (Long Island Heights) and one of her most promising and talented Sons on the same day.

The resolution with which ho entered upon the service of his country may bo learned from the fact, of his sacrificing a lucrative business for that service, and from the sword which he procured made, on which he caused the motto engraved, his own chosen motto—" Freedom or Death,"—both of which alternatives were realized,—for his country, Freedom; for himself, Death. Peace to the honored Dead; long will thy more than Roman virtues, thy enlightened and disinterested love of country, be hold iu rouiuiubrauce by thy descendant towubiueu.

£3^" We are permitted to insert the following letter from a prominent Hartford business man, now abroad, to his old partner. As to the overcoloring given by writers of travels in Palestine, we can add our emphatic testimony to the same point. Four years ago we traversed the country more thoroughly than our present correspondent has done; and our whole party, were indignant and astonished, at the flattering stories of Lamartinc, Silk Buckingham, &c.

Bkykoit, Syria, Feb. 13,1855. Dear Sir: I have just finished the tour of Palestine, and much as has been written about it, I thought a concise account of how it appeared to me might interest you. The journey is performed on horseback, the roads throughout being mere bridle paths, and there is not probably a wheel vehicle ot any description in Syria—at least, I have not seen one, little or great. You employ a dragoman for the voyage, who furnishes you with everything, taking tents, cooking utensils, provisions &c, thus rendering you entirely independent of the country through which you arc to pass, and which a little acquaintance with it will soon convince you was a wise precaution. Our dragoman is a Syrian, and was iu early life some time a pupil of our fellow citizen, Rev. Mr. Bird, at Beyrout, and I have enjoyed the fruits of his missionary labors, not only in the good English he used, but in the intelligence and other good qualities he seemed to possess. Our commencement was at Jaffa, the ancient Joppa of the Bible, the theatre of several interesting incidents related in that good book. The land around it is handsomely placed, the climate very mild, soil productive, and tropical fruits delicious and abundant, and I supposed indicative of other portions of Palestine I should see. Jerusalem is about one and a half days distance, but after ten or twelve miles we came to a very mountainous, rocky and barren region, the path seeming many times impassible for our horses, and the soil incapable, under any state of cultivation, of producing but scantily for either man or beast, an opinion which the poor specimens wo saw of each seemed abundantly to prove. Towards the closo of the second day, from the summit of a long hill, wo saw, on the opposite declivity, Jerusalem before us, and soon were within its gates to rest our weary limbs for the first night in the holy city.

Our first business the following morning was to visit the Mount of Olives, about one mile east of the city. It is a pretty hill side, and well covered with old olive trees now in verdure. On its top is a mosque and tower, from which you get a fine view, not only of Jerusalem, but of the surrounding country; and in the distance a distinct and beautiful one, also, of the Dead Sea. They tell you from its top the ascension took place, and in a rock, covered by a rude stone building, is the imp-ess of what they tell you was the Saviour's foot; but I believe yon may as well think it was produced by some other cause. At the base of this hill is the garden of Gethsemane, surrounded by a good stone wall, in charge of a monk, who seems to care well for it, and who permitted us to pluck sparingly of its flowers, with which, for the season, it was fairly supplied. The Church of the Sepulchre is the great point of attraction, which is nearly in the center of the city, and to which, as early as practicable, I found my way. On entering the vestibule, I found it in keeping of six dirty, lazy Turks, sitting cross-legged and smoking—a desecration, I think, thus to leave this holiest of places iu the liainl.s of unbelievers in the Bon of God, and

despiser* of our religion. Under the roof of this church they show you Mount Calvary—the hole in' the rock in which the cross was placed—the spot where he was nailed to it—the spot where Mary sat and beheld him on the cross—llio stone on which the body was anointed, and the sepulchre in which it was placed, and also the tomb in the rock which belonged to Joseph of Arimathoa. A little chapel is also shown you, where, they say, at a period long subsequent to the crucifixion, the cross itself was found. From the very intelligent English missionaries, long resident here, to whom it was my good fortuue to be introduced, I learned iheir opinion to be that the real identity of most of these places had been lost, but that they were iu the immediate vicinity is sufficient to render it a very dear spot to the Christian world.

Our next business was to make the excursion to the Jordan, more than a day's distance. This and the country intervening is in possession of the Bedouin Arabs, and the Sheik must be sent for to receive from each voyager one pound sterling, in consideration of which he furnishes you a guard of from five to ten Arabs to escort you and guarantees you a safe return in property and person; in other words, he agrees, for five dollars neither he nor any of his tribe will plunder or rob you during the trip. On our way we soon reached Bethany, where Lazarus was raised from the dead. His grave is shown you in a "cave of a rock," by a dirty old Arab, for "Backshich," and a dozen squalid, dirty children vie with each other, as you dismount, to hold your horse for the same tribute.

A few mud huts with their miserable occupants is all that now marks the town which was the homo of "Mary and her sister Martha." Continuing on over a mountainous and extremely desolate country, we were at the close of the day on the plains of Jericho and in the valley of the Jordan. Vic found our tent pitched and ready for our reception will an excellent dinner, the first we had taken in ou' "portable" hotel, in which also we were to take ou first night's rest. Both answered our purpos well and early on the next morning we paid a visi to modern Jericho. Here we did not find even mud houses—but a few cane huts partially covered wit clay, and a few of the most miserable looking u mates I had yet seen—a great contrast to that ni cicnt "city of the plain"—"the walled city of Je icho." In another hour we stood on the ban! of the sacred river; the late rains had swollen and given it a turbid appearance—in size it scemi to compare with our medium rivers in Connect.ic —this whole valley seems barren, desolate a. dreary, and if the sacred poet ever saw it, it mi have appeared very different to him or he could i have written of casting a wishful eye "To Canaa fair and happy land." Our bottles filled—our cai cut and in two hours we were on the shores of Dead Sea; this appears much as it lias been desci cd, but its buoyancy is greater than I had suppos I did not go into it but a friend of mine who < sat comfortably on its surface and pared his l nails. Birds were flying over and around it; 1 p ed flowers upon its shores and on its very verjjc saw more than a hundred camels with their yo foraging upon the vigorous but coarse vegeteit. this surprised me. Continuing over the same rcn country we reached Jerusalem on the aiYeri of the following day, passing in our course Uo' hem, visiting its interesting locality and tli o \ of Solomon, which although built by him xit three thousand years ago, still serve their ov\ purpose of conveying water to the holy city. .

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