The Maine Law in New York City. The liquor interest in New York are bestirring themselves according to the emergency of the times. The Herald leads off as the grand organ of rum. It presents the statistics of the men and money concerned in the traffic, and claims that the law should not be enforced because of the enornous sacrifices which it will occasion. According to its figures there are 7,106 grog shops in the city involving property to the value of $8,527,200.-The yearly liquor profits of the various hotels amount to $670,000—of which the Astor House and the Metropolitan receive $45,000 each and the St. Nicholas $50,000. It calculates that the enforcement of the law would throw 30,000 men out of employment and cut off the support of 50,000 persons. Admit all this to be strictly true, and it becomes to our minds an overwhelming argument in favor of speedy and thorough prohibition. The traffic has not a single humane or ennobling element about it. It is throughout a system of hard-hearted and grasping selfishness. No man was ever made better by engaging in it or apologising for it. It is worthy of universal condemna tion. Of the large secular journals, the Tribune is said to be the only one which advocates a fearless enforcement of the statute. The Times, from which better things were hoped, has blowed both ways, and now veers round into the same drift with the Express, the Courier & Enquirer, and the Journal of Commerce. To make the matter worse, Mayor Food, acting in accordance with the opinions of Messrs. Dillon and Hall, Corporation Counsel and District Attorney, declares that there is no law against the sale of liquor until the fourth of July, save a paltry fine of $2,50 for selling all day on Sunday; and that after the fourth of July he has thing to do as a magistrate in liquor cases except to tell the policemen to do their duty and be careful not to interfere with the sale of any imported ors He says he is obliged to be governed by ese principles until they are reversed by the arts. In conclusion he tries moral suasion upon equor sellers to persuade them, in the absence far, to close up on the Sabbath, and be decent all times. His address was issued last Saturday, as might have been anticipated, there was a general sale of liquor on Sunday. Mayor dwill find that he may just as well talk to the h-west wind as to try his moral suasion on the interest in New York. the meanwhile the friends of prohibition are te, undaunted and confident of the enforceof the law. Measures are on foot to test at arliest possible day the decisions of Hall and , for if these are overruled Mayor Wood will Ech from any responsibility which the enact* may impose upon him. If we are not mistwo months of the unmitigated flow of rum Sove one of the best means of arousing and ting the public for a vigorous and determined sation of the law.-Nor. Examiner. Good Teachers and Good Schools. fiflowing, which is taken from the recent reof the School Committee of Fitchburg, Mass., od for this latitude as for that: suggest, as another essential condition of sucbe necessity of employing teachers of the thest order-those who have chosen the life incher as a profession, who have carefully emselves for it, and who love the work. *hould be thoroughly qualified socially, morAwe may add mannerly, as well as me talat most delicate, arduous, responsible and task-the EDUCATION of the child, who, r training, and amid the very dews of his comes the "father of the man"-the man mould the coming age! They should, of selected with great care, and we cannot our conviction, in this connection, that a should be made by the same commitdaty it is, by law, to judge of the neces-ications. It is surprising, often, even ligent men men who would not have tinkered, or an old pair of shoes cobdemand such things shall be done in a manner to witness the indifference y prevails in regard to a high stan dard of qualification in the teacher. An individual has been presented to us, during the past year, by a district agent, for a certificate, which we felt obliged to refuse; and upon informing the agent of our decision, he very innocently remarked, that he "didn't much expect we should approbate her, but she wanted the school, and he didn't like to refuse her!" We know another agent who employed a teacher for one of the winter schools, against his own convictions. Why? Because somebody wanted him to do so! Of course the agents knew that the responsibility of putting these teachers into the schools, in the opinion of the community, would attach to the School Committee. With due deference to these gentlemen, we say frankly, that such a course is worse than trifling. And we say to the town, for the sake of consistency, let the same committee who are held responsible for the qualifications of teachers, have the poor privilege of contracting with them. But however this may be arranged, we earnestly plead that a higher standard of qualification shall be demanded in those to whom is entrusted this paramount interest of the community." A DINNER BEFORE SEBASTOPOL.-We sit (there were four of us) curled up in various attitudes, and joking about the state of things in general, over short clay pipes, almost as black and dirty as ourselves. We sit waiting for our dinner, and our host every now and then shouts lustily to a servant who is preparing it somewhere outside within hearing. As the servant does not appear, however, to make much progress, and our appetites goad us at last into extreme measures, we go out to help him or worry him in to greater speed. Our cook is a tattered, lantern-jawed, hollowed-eyed fellow, who would not be recognized as a soldier by any servant maid in Knightsbridge. We find him in a state of despondency peculiar to the cooking Englishman. He is kneeling down upon the damp ground and blowing testily at some wettish smoky shrub roots, crammed in a manner inartistic enough into an impromptu fireplace. He looks a fine illustration of shame and anger, he dislikes his job, and he does not know how to perform it. Let us help him. I know somebody who is not a bad cook at a push; and so, if we can only get some charcoal, I dare say we shall do very well. We are not badly off for prog; there is some ration pork, a lean fowl, some eggs, potatoes, and honey. We have also got an old iron kettle and coffee-pot, with the lid belonging thereto. They are worth their weight in gold, and I hope we know how to appreciate them. Modesty prevents my telling how, by frying the pork in the lid of the kettle, we obtained enough grease to fry the fowl; how a mess of bread and honey and whipped eggs was manufactured, which caused a full chorus of lip smacking, and which was pensively remembered long after its abrupt disappearance. Then we roasted some potatoes among the embers and ate them (with the remains of the grease extracted from the pork) as a delicate mouthful to crown our repast; and lastly, it was with all the pride of art that we stewed some tea in the coffee-pot, and converted it into a punch of no common bouquet and flavor. We must have looked a strange company. All except myself, were ragged and oddly arrayed. They wore their full dress uniform, dingy and caked over with dirt, till the color was undistinguishable. They looked something between the military mendicants who prowl about elderlyladylike neighborhoods and fancy portraits of brigands. Their beards appear to begin at the eyelashes and to go on till they were lost in the folds of the volumninous scarfs worn around the waist.Dickens' Household Words. The Hudson River. I thank God I was born on its banks. I think it an invaluable advantage to be born and brought up in the neighborhood of some grand and noble object in nature-a river, a lake, or a mountain. We make a friendship with it; we in a manner ally ourselves to it for life. It remains an object of our pride and affection, a rallying point to call us home again after all our wanderings. The things which we have learned in our childhood,' says an old writer, 'grow up with our soul, and unite themselves with it.' So it is with the scenes among whom we have passed our early days; they influence the whole course of our thoughts and feelings, and I fancy I can trace much of what is good and pleasant in my own heterogeneous compound to my early companionship with this glorious river, In the warmth of my youthful enthusiasm I used to clothe it with moral attributes, and almost to give it a soul. I admired its frank, bold, honest character, its noble sincerity and perfect truth. Here was no specious, smiling surface covering the dangerous sand bar or perfidious rocks, but a stream deep as it was broad, and bearing with honorable faith the bark that trusted to its waves. I gloried in its simple, quiet, majestic epic flow, ever straight forward. Once, indeed, it turns aside for a moment, forced from its course by opposing mountains, then it struggles bravely through them, and immediately resumes its straightforward march. Behold, thought I, an emblem of a good man's course through life, ever simple, open and direct; or if, overpowered by adverse circumstances, he deviate into error, it is but momentary, he soon recovers his outward and honorable career, and continues it to the end of his pilgrimage. The Hudson is, in a manner, my first and last love, and after all my wanderings and seeming infidelities I return to it with a heartfelt preference over all the other rivers in the world.-Irving. A MODERN CINDERELLA.-The Salut Public of Lyons, contains the following strange tale, the truth of which it guarantees: "About two months ago M. de Rhet-, a gentleman of large property in the neighborhood of this city, on leaving the theatre after a performance of the Etoile du Kord, picked up a white satin shoe. On examining it he found that it must have been made for a foot remarkably small and delicate. He asked the box keepers if any one had announced the loss of a shoe, but was answered in the negative. He took it home with him. The more he saw it the more he admired it; and he jumped to the conclusion that the owner, having so small a foot, was, in all probability, extremely beautiful. He showed the shoe to all his friends and acquaintances and caused them to make inquiries after the owner. But he could gain no clue of her. At last it struck him that, as the person who had lost it could not have walked home, he might gain some information from the cab drivers. After eight days spent in inquiry he found a driver who remembered carrying a young woman who had lost her shoe to the Rue Thomassin. M. de Rhetthereupon made inquiries at every house in the street; and at length discovered a young work woman who blushingly confessed that the shoe was hers. As he anticipated, he found that she was remarkably beautiful, and on inquiry he learned that her character was very good. He fell in love with her, and, as his propositions were honorable, the girl listened to him. A few days ago they were married. D. D. Howard of New York, formerly of the Irving House, has published a letter on American Hotel Keeping, in which he expresses his belief that the table d'hote system of the great American Hotels is about over, and that it is to be superseded by the European plan of rented rooms, and a fixed carte. The day is about over, or if not all over about to be over-when they who make a breakfast of bread and tea, that costs a shilling, must pay for the omlettes, steaks, and other varied fancies of those, for whose breakfasts two dollars would scarcely pay. Judge Kent says-"There are very few evils to which a man is subjected that he might not avoid, if he would converse more with his wife; and follow her advice." Sensible Kent, that! Native Americanism. 'Against the insidious wiles of Foreign Influence -I conjure you to believe me, fellow citizens-the Jealousy of a Free People ought to be constantly awake. It is one of the most Baneful Foes of a Republican Government.'- Washington. 'I most devoutly wish we had not a single foreigner amongst us, except the Marquis de Lafayette, who acts on very different principles from those which govern the rest.'- Washington. 'I hope we may find some means in future of shielding ourselves from Foreign Influence-Political, Commercial, or in whatever form it may be attempted. I wish there were an ocean of fire between this and the Old World.'-Jefferson. 'It is time that we should become a little more Americanized; and instead of feeding the Paupers and Laborers of England, feed our own; or else, in a short time, by our present policy, we shall become paupers ourselves.'-Jackson. 'Foreign Influence is a Grecian horse to the Republic; we cannot be too careful to exclude its entrance.'-Madison. "There is an imperative necessity for reforming the Naturalization Laws of the United States.'-D. Webster. 'Americans can do their own voting, and their own fighting.'-Gen. Harrison. Americans should rule America. A Free Common School System. A Reform in our Naturalization Laws. A purification of the politics of the country. To encourage American art, industry, genius and patriotism. To elevate and educate the masses. To overthrow corrupt parties and politicians. Opposition to the political demagogues and officeseekers, of every party-and the right and duty of the people to select good, honest and capable men for the offices, without the aid of caucuses or conventions. An annihilation, at the ballot-box, of the spirit that sells American principles for the sake of obtaining Roman Catholic votes. An open American organization, free to all, open to all, pledged to sustain the right, in relation to all matters of National or State policy.-State Guard. Business View of the War. The New York Courier and Enquirer takes the following sensible view of the expense of the bombardment of Sebastopol by the allies. No wonder that Gortschakoff called it "an infernal fire." Our New York cotemporary says: The daily delivery of iron to the Russians would amount to two million seven hundred thousand pounds, and a total for the thirteen days of thirtyfive million one hundred thousand pounds, the prime cost of which, in the rough, at the average price of pig iron in England for the year, was not less than three hundred and thirteen thousand three hundred and eighty dollars. If the cannon balls fired from the allied lines during the thirteen days were rolled into rail bars, weighing sixty pounds to the yard, the bars would extend three hundred and thirty-two miles; or, if laid as a railroad, would suffice for a single track road from New York to Albany, with all the necessary turn-outs. The charge of powder for each gun would probably average about six pounds, which would show an expenditure for the thirteen days of four millions six hundred and eighty thousand pounds of powder. Such powder is worth here eighteen cents a pound, but in England would not, probably, cost more than fifteen cents, at which price the powder cost seven hundred and two thousand dollars. We have heard of cool things, but never any thing cooler than the following: The landlord of a hotel at Whitehall called a boarder to him one day, and said: "Look o' here! I want you to pay your board-bill, and you must. I've asked you for it often enough; and I tell you now that you don't leave my house till you pay it!" "Good!" said his lodger "just put that in writing; make a regular agreement of it; I'll stay with you as long as I live!" Ludicrous Mistake. Mr. Joseph Gilbert, who was attached to the astronomical service in Captain Cook's expedition to observe the transit of Venus, and whose name was conferred by the great navigator on "Gilbert's Island," resided at Gosport, where, according to the fashion of the day, he, like Count d'Artoise, wore very tight leather breeches. He had ordered the tailor to attend him one morning, when his granddaughter, who resided with him, had also her shoemaker to wait on her. The young lady was seated in the breakfast room, when the maker of leather breeches was shown in; and, as she did not happen to know one handicraftsman more than the other, she at once intimated that she wished him to measure her for a pair of "leathers," for, as she remarked, "the wet weather was coming and she felt cold in 'cloth." The modest tailor could hardly believe his ears. "Measure you, Miss!" said he, with hesitation. "If you please," said the young lady, who was remarkable for much gravity of deportment; "and I have only to beg that you will give me plenty of room, for I am a great walker, and I do not like to wear anything that constrains me." "But, Miss," exclaimed the poor fellow in great perplexity, "I never in my life measured a lady; I -," and there he paused. "Are you not a ladies' shoemaker!" was the query calmly put to him. "By no means, Miss," said he, "I am a leather breeches maker, and I have come to take the measure, not of you, but Mr. Gilbert." The young lady became perplexed, too, but she recovered her self-possession after a good common sense laugh, and sent the maker of breeches to her grandpapa. HOW TO SPOIL THE PEACE OF A FAMILY.-Give a man a service of plate. Let it be a particularly rich one, and be sure that the fact is noticed in all the papers. Do not doubt that the directories will be in requisition before night, and every burglar in town have taken the number and street of the envied recipient of your favor. The members of his family shall hear strange noises o'nights in the halls; unaccountable lights will glimmer out of dark closets, and a skeleton key be found in the very door of the room which contains the treasure.Carrying the plate to a bank for safe keeping will make it safe, but it will not remove the femptation of burglars to try the premises; and there are a great many whose plate is all safely enough locked up that still do not fancy the idea of having their bedchambers haunted with strange and desperate men. on. We speak advisedly. We have seen this tried There is Judge Right's wife, she never has had an hour of peace since the Judge was presented with a service. She never goes to Church, or to opera, out shopping, or into the country, but that plate, like an unweaned baby at home, is upon her mind. Every suspicious man she meets eyes her, as if to torture out the great secret of what room it is kept in. At home, every time the wind whistles through a casement, or a rat is heard gnawing in the cupboard, she is sure that there is a rob ber after it. She would gladly give back the gift or "cash it," but unless that fact is so broadly advertised that all the Judge's friends will be mortally offended, that would not only make a robber tarry the longer, rummaging the whole house over. And if the whole were published, she suspects it would bring a troop of light-fingered people about the house that very night to try, by experiment, whether or not the statement were a politic fiction.-This then, is a genteel and courageous way of heaping coals of fire upon an enemy's head. Give him a service of plate, put him to the charges for a revolver and a house dog, and make his wife and children more cowardly and superstitious than even the believers in the Rochester Knockings.-N. Y. Times. $128 55 18 40 .......$110 15 ............ If anybody has done better than this, he will please drop us a note and we will lay the same before an enquiring world. THE LONG LOST, FOUND.-About two years since, as many will recollect, Mrs. Crozier, a widow lady, residing near Utica, accompanied by a daughter, came here in quest of her boy, who had run away, and gone, as she supposed, westward. She stopped at the New England House, then kept by Mr. Ross. Mr. R. and others of our citizens, sympathized with her in her distress, and not only aided in the search, but gave her money to go westward. At last, after having visited nearly every western town, news came to her that the body of a boy, of similar appearance to her's, had been found on the shore of the lake. She hastened on, and on view was satisfied in her own mind that it was that of her long lost boy. His hair, and many little things found about him were retained by her, and almost worshipped as memorials of her favorite. A few days since, news came to her ear that the boy was not dead, but living in sound health, upon a farm near Toledo. The thought that a dear mother must have suffered deathly agony by his conduct, had found no place in his mind, and he, like many other young truants, cared not for a mother's love. She hastened to Toledo, and passed through here yesterday on her way home with him. Sitting in the cars at the depot, she saw Clark Warren, who as policeman, had aided her in her search two years ago. She called him in, and perfectly wild with joy, crying and laughing, told him of her success. What can equal a mother's love.Cleveland Herald. Just before the breaking up of Congress, as sev eral of the members were making themselves mer ry in the lobby, one of them railed another on very religious strain in which he had indulged in the last speech he had inflicted upon the House. "I'll bet five dollars,” said Macarty, “you can repeat the Lord's prayer now, if you try." "Done!" said Kolloch, "done!" and assuming decent gravity for a moment, summoned his meme ry to aid him in his novel, but certainly very com mendable effort. "Ahem! a-a-ahem; ah ! nov I have it: "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; I pray the Lord my soul to take." "There, I told you I could." Well, I give up beat," said Macarty, payin over the money; "I wouldn't have thought ye could do it." A pair of them, to be sure; but neither of the knew it. GOOD SENSE FASHION.-The New York Times, in the course of an article under head of 'A Colama of Talk for Young Men on Small Wages,' has this plain and sensible paragraph on the subject of dress. Then as to dress-it is great nonsense to say that all must dress fashionably or lose caste. What is the fashion? Who wears a fashionable coat, and how do you know it is the fashion? Tell us of one substantial merchant, one thrifty mechanic, one successful lawyer, or one gentleman who wears it, and we will name ten of each, equally noted and successful, who do not, and ten fops whom you utterly despise, that do. The fashion in New York for men, just now, require a clean decent garment and no patches on it-no more, no less. A lady might wear her grandmother's shawl in Broadway, and not be noticed. The timid ones, and those just in from other cities and villages, are alone worried about their looks when they wear last winter's bonnet to the lecture or to church. Let the young imitate the substantial and common-sensible rather than those who are keeping up appearances at a sacrifice. It will be a saving in this item. 'How do you like the singing of the Pynes?' we asked of Mrs. Partington as we saw her looking intently at the charming Cinderella through one of Bigelow Brother's most powerful lorgnettes. She did not speak immediately. The song of the skylark had carried the audience as high as 'heaven's gate,' and left it there listening at the key-hole, as if the notes of the warbler were sounding within its walls. Mrs. Partington spoke-'Some like to hear them best, in the summer time when the wind is blowing through them,' said she. Her mind was in Beanville, and a grove of white pine, that had formed part of the Partington possession, still waved in her fancy. 'Miss Pyne, we mean, mem,' said we blandly. 'Ah, yes,' replied she, 'well, if the sweet syrups of heaven should hear her, they'd asked to be sent to school for another quarter before they'd sing agin. But how strange it is that, with all their faculty for talking, they should sing all they have got to say, as the man did in that queer story Paul use to tell of a stuttering fishing-schooner in a man overboard singing, "Old Uncle Barnabas, Half a mile astarn of us." because he couldn't talk it. I spose it is the force of habit, and habit is secondary nature." She paused as the splendid transforming scene opened to her view, and Ike was lost in wonder as to where the little coachmen came from, and thinking how be would like to get hold of them and find out by sticking a pin in them, if they really were lizards." SURLY SENTIMENTS.-(By a Professed Old Grumbler.) Vanity never died yet of a surfeit. A parent who strikes a child is like a man who strikes the water-the consequences of the blow are sure to fly up in his own face. There are fools who cannot keep a secret. Their excessive greenness, like that of new wood, makes them split. Reform is an omnibus that's alway's "just going to start." Friends, like tumblers in frosty weather, are apt to fly at the first touch of hot water. It is with a faded beauty as with a clock-the more the face is enamelled, the more clearly do we see the progress of Time. The most uncomfortable house to live in is a hanse full of pets,-such as pet dogs, pet canaries, squirrels, parrots, and cats,-but, worse than , pet children! There is no one so long-lived as your delicate fine dy, who is always "dying." I have generally found that a "little party," with iule music," and a "little singing," with a "litTinget-un "after that, followed by a "little supand lastly a little grog" just before going the carry one up to five or six o'clock in the ring, and invariably end in a little headache the day.-Punch. It's a solemn thing to be married," said Aunt Many. "Yes, but it's a deal more solemn not Me," said a maid of forty. The Tolland County Gazette mentions, as a curious circumstance connected with Uncle Sam's transmission of letters, that "A letter was written and duly mailed at the post-office in this town, directed to a lady in New York State, the town we do not remember. Nothing was heard from it, and the writer had no means of knowing whether it reached its destination or not. Some time after, one of the paper mills in this town received from Boston a quantity of waste paper, &c., in bales, to be used as stock in their manufactory. One of the bales was found to contain a lot of letters, with the post-office stamp, indicating that they had been mailed. The letters were mostly sealed, and the workmen amused themselves by opening them. In some of them was found money, in small sums, and, strange to say, one of them proved to be the identical letter mailed in this town, and directed to New York. The letter was returned to the writer, after having been for some months in the care of the U. S. Post Office Department, and at last returned to a paper-mill not two miles from where it started, to be used in the manufacture of pulp. Now, what explanation can be given of this matter? A CAREFUL SUICIDE.-A farmer of Western New York married for a second wife, a lady whose personal charms and domestic virtues, were in quite an unequal proportion. Among other freaks, she had, whenever crossed in any of her little conceits, a decided penchant for suicide; at least she often hinted at this, as a long contemplated remedy for the oft recurring ills of married life. Taking offence on a time, at some supposed domestic indignity, she donned her very best rig, and seeking a convenient place for the experiment, slipped her neck into a noose conveniently arranged for the purpose, and thus suspended awaited further developments. As expected, her husband soon made his appearance near the terrible scene, and was neither long nor ceremonious in relieving his beloved from her great peril. She was not so far gone, however, as to be speechless, and exclaimed, rather spitefully, "Stephen! Stephen!! don't muss my ruffles so, for there will be a great many in to see me to-morrow!" Rochester Union. On a visit to New York some time before her death Mrs. Alexander Hamilton was arrayed, as usual, in her widow's weeds of the deepest cast, and those not of the newest or most fashionable pattern.She attended church, and was shown into a pew which was empty. But unexpectedly to the sexton, soon after the owner and his family came in. Mrs. Hamilton looked like an aged widow, and one who had known poverty as well as bereavement. Advancing to his pew and holding open the door, the manner displayed indicated to her quick eye that she was an unwelcome occupant of the pew. She arose and left it. In a moment a dozen pew doors flew open; gentlemen of the highest rank sprang into the aisle, showing a general rivalry to obtain the honor of her presence in their pew; and the astonished gentleman from whose pew Mrs. H. had been removed, learned her name and position, and also learned that appearances are often deceitful. QUICK WORK.-It was once the fashion to wear coats, the material for which had not long before been on the back of the sheep. For rapidity of work in this way, I know nothing that can compete with the achievement of Coxeter, of Greenham Mills, near Newbury. He had a couple of South Down sheep shorn at his factory, at five o'clock in the morning; the wool thus produced was put through the usual processes; and by a quarter past six in the evening, it resulted in a complete damsoncolored coat, which was worn at an evening party, by Sir John Throckmorton. A wager for a thousand guineas was won by this feat, with three quarters of an hour to spare. The sheep were roasted whole, and devoured at a splendid banquet. In one day they afforded comfort to both the inward and the outward man.-Habits and Men. Avoid temptation through fear that you may not withstand it. THE SECRET OF BEING LOVED.-William Wirt's letter to his daughter on the small, sweet courtesies of life," contains a passage from which a deal of happiness might be learned. "I want to tell you a secret. The way to make yourself pleasing to others is to show that you care for them. The whole world is like the miller of Mansfield, 'who cared for nobody-no, not he-because nobody cared for him.' And the whole world will serve you so, if you give them the same cause. Let all persons, therefore, see that you do care for them by showing them what Sterne so happily calls the small, sweet courtesies in which there is no parade; whose voice is too still to tease, and which manifest themselves by tender and affectionate looks and little kind acts of attention, giving others the preference in every little enjoyment at the table, in the field, walking, sitting, or standing." PRENTICE'S LAST.-Two or three papers in the interior of Kentucky are occasionally attacking us, and a friendly correspondent asks why we do not "castigate them." The truth is, they are altogether too small. A woman once handed her crying baby to her husband, requesting him to make it hush. It continued to cry till she got out of patience, and then she called out to her husband, "I do wish you would spank that baby." "Yes," said he. He fumbled about for some time, and at length she angrily exclaimed. "Aint you a going to spank the baby!" "I would," he replied, "but indeed, wife, I can't find any place big enough to spank." -Louisville Journal. He Dr. Reese, of the American Medical Gazette, asks to have it kept before the people, that the only sure and infallible remedy for burns and scalds is wheat flour, freely and repeatedly laid on. He has tried it for thirty years and never had a fatal case. has known the most extensive burns by falling into cauldrons of boiling oil, and even molten copper, and yet the patients were rescued by this simple and cheap remedy, which, from its infallible success, should supplant all the fashionable nostrums,. whether oil, cotton, lead water, ice, turpentine, or pain extractors, every one of which has been tried a thousand times with fatal result, and the victims have died in excruciating agony, when a few handfuls of flour would have calmed them to sleep and rescued them from pain and death. The following incident is related as having taken place at the burning of the steamer William Knox, on the Ohio river, some few weeks ago: At the burning of the William Knox, a woman jumped over board with her babe. She came to the surface, and taking the babe's hand in her mouth, attempted to paddle to the shore. A man plunged in after her, and by strong efforts succeeded in getting the mother to where the water was shallow enough to allow them to touch the bottom. 'Do not bite its hand now-you are safe,' said the man to her, while they were wading ashore. She took the child's hand from between her teeth, and simply said, 'you do not know a mother, sir.'Scarcely a print of the gentle mother's hold on the poor infant's hand was perceptible, LESSON ON FEMALE MODESTY,-Cardinal De Bonald, Archbishop of Lyons, in a pastoral letter for Lent, declared that the cholera was sent merely as a punishment for the eagerness with which the ladies of Paris run after pleasure-"joining in a certain lascivious dance called polka, suffering every man but their own husbands to clasp them in the waltz, which latter dance may be considered the last sigh of expiring virtue." And this in France, where "polking" and waltzing are universal! Lord Byron's ideas of the waltz were not far from right, but we think the cholera rather a remarkable result to flow from it. What will our modest Yankee girls say to the Cardinal's description of the dance? You may, says an exchange at Albany, insert a thousand good things in a newspaper, and never hear a word of approbation from the readers; but just lot a paragraph slip in, one or two lines that are not in good taste, and you may be sure of hear ing about that. INCREASING THE SIZE OF FLOWERS.-A horticul turist of the suburbs of Versailles, in studying the physiology of the vegetable kingdom, conceived the idea that the smallness of certain plants--the violet, for example-was owing to an atmospheric pressure too great for their delicate organs. Having fixed this idea in his mind, the florist conceived the idea of putting his idea into practice. Providing himself with a small balloon, rendered sufficiently tight to prevent the escape of any gas, he launched it into the air, having attached to it a silken cord twelve hundred metres long." Instead of a car, the balloon sustained a flower-pot of Parma violets. This experiment has been going on about two months with the most wonderful results, in the shape of violets as large as Bengal roses. It is expected that the above experiment may be turned to some account. The Buffalo Democracy narrates this good story of one of the miniature men, vulgarly called children : "A teacher in a Sunday school in R was examining a class of little boys from a scripture catechism. The first question was, 'Who stoned Stephen? Answer, 'The Jews.' Second question,'Where did they stone him?' Ans. Beyond the limits of the city.' The third question, 'Why did they take him beyond the limits of the city? was not in the book, and proved a poser to the whole class; it passed from head to foot without an answer being attempted. At length a little fellow, who had been scratching his head all the while, looked up and said, 'Well I don't know, unless it was to get a fair fling at him." PROVING CHARACTER.- -"Do you know the prisoner, Mr. Jones ?" "Yes, to the bone." "What is his character ?" "Didn't know he had any.""Does he live near you?" "So near that he has spent only five shillings for fire-wood in eight years." "Did he ever come in collision with you in any matter?" "Only once, and that was when he was drunk and mistook me for a lamp-post.""From what you know of him, would you believe him under oath ?" "That depends upon circumstances. If he was so much intoxicated that he did not know what he was doing, I would. If not, I wouldn't. TWITTING ON FACT.-A good one is told of a certain ex-dignitary of a neighboring town, more celebrated for law and loco-focoism than morality. At the late election he stood watching the polls, smiling approvingly as dozens of scaly Irishmen were told which the right boxes were, but when a young sailor, suspected of American proclivities came forward, he promptly challenged him. "What's the reason he can't vote ?" said Mr. C., who was standing by. "Because he has not a good moral character," was the answer. "Well, Judge," said Mr. C., "I guess you'd better take him out woodchucking with you Sunday, and see if you can't redeem his character!" Derby Journal. A CHEERFUL PHILOSOPHY.-The following truthful passage occurs in one of Frederica Bremer's books: "There is much goodness in the world, although at a superficial glance one is disposed to doubt it. What is bad is noised abroad, is echoed back from side to side, and newspapers and social circles find much to say about it; while what is good goes at best, like sunshine quietly through the world." An old lady on being examined before a magistrate as to her place of legal settlement, was asked what reason she had for supposing that her deceased husband's settlement was in the town. The old lady said-"He was born and married there, and they buried him there, and if that isn't settling him there, I don't know what is." To go to sleep easy, read some of the Philadel phia "weekly papers."-New York Sunday Atlas. To which the Philadelphia Post rejoins:-" To go to the devil easy, read some of the New York Sunday papers." Mr. Reuben Richards, a wealthy merchant, a native of Dedham, Mass., died at his residence in Boston on the 1st inst., in the 68th year of his age.-He bequeathed the sum of $10,000 to the town of Dedham, to be devoted to the support of a free high-school. The further sum of $10,000 has been given to the Episcopal church in the village as a fund for the support of public worship. The income of $7,000 is to be applied to the support of the minister, and the interest upon the remaining $3,000 is to defray the expenses of music. Various minor legacies are also given to different societies for religious and charitable purposes. ANIMAL MAGNETISM.-Horne Tooke once went incognito to an animal magnetiser. After various actions, "Do you begin to feel anything particularly new, sir?" said the operator. Nothing in the world," said Tooke, with perfect coolness. More delusions were tried; still, "no, no, no!" At length, summoning all his art, "Now," said the operator, "I am sure you must perceive something." "I do, I do," exclaimed Tooke, "most clearly and distinctly. I see that you are a cheat, and your operation an imposture." THE DRUNKARD'S CLOAK.-In the time of Oliver Cromwell, the magistrates in the north of England punished drunkards by making them carry what was called "the drunkard's cloak." This was a large barrel with one head out, and a hole in the other, through which the offender was made to put his head, while his arms were drawn through two small holes, one at each side. With this he was compelled to march along the public streets. What a strange sight it would be, were all the drunkards now-a-days compelled to march about wearing barrels. ANECDOTE FROM SYDENHAM.-A well known advertiser of a miraculous ointment, which is stated by himself to cure everything, including diseases, hams, and smoky chimneys, recently visited the Crystal Palace. On entering the Pompeian House, the word on the threshold, SALVE! (hail) met his eye. He instantly sent for the Secretary and offered a handsome sum if his own name could be prefixed, "so that the public might know whose salve to ask for." The Directors are considering the application. One of the Dublin papers, speaking of the state entrance of the Earl of Carlisle into that city, remarks that "the reception was not very warm, nor were the streets lined." These two circumstances seem at once to supply us with cause and effect.— The mere fact of the streets of Dublin, in a bleak April day, not being lined, accounting at once for the absence of warmth in the reception.-Diogenes. Precious names are sometimes uttered by common lips, and blended with unholy thoughts; but this seems profanation, as though the name itself were a living reality and could feel the course handling which it encounters. "I will not strike thee, bad man," said a Quaker, one day, "but I will let this billet of wood fall on thee," and at that precise moment the "bad man was floored by the weight of a walking stick that the Quaker had been known to carry. In Albany, N. Y., a fireman who would never give his wife a reason for running with the machine on being driven into the corner lately by his Delilah, said with a grim smile: "I'll tell you what the use is-firemen always have big funerals!" MISAPPREHENSION.-We recollect once being very much amused at the relatio 1 of the following anecdote, from the lips of a very amiable, and withal a modest widow lady of New Jersey. Soon after her husband paid the debt of nature, leaving her sole legatee; a claim was brought against the estate by his brother, and a process was served upon her by the sheriff of the county, who happened to be a widower of middle age. Being unused, at that time, to the forms of law, though in the protracted law suit which followed, she had ample opportunity of acquiring experience, she was much alarmed, and meeting just after the departure of the sheriff, with a female friend, she exclaimed with much agiSheriff Perine has tation, "What do you think? been after me!"—"Well," said the considerate lady with perfect coolness, "he is a very fine man. "But he says he has an attachment for me," replied the widow. "Well; I have long suspected he was attached to you, my dear." "But you don't understand he says I must go to court." "Oh that's quite another affair, my child; don't you go so far as that; it is his place to come to court you." VALUABLE MEDICAL DISCOVERY.-A few days since an Irishman upon one of our wharves was obliged to suspend work in consequence of being sorely afflicted with an ulcerated sore throat. His employers, pitying his sufferings, sent him a jar of nice currant jelly; and to their great surprise he resumed his labors on the following morning, with his throat and head completely enveloped in bandages highly discolored. Upon being questioned as to his health and peculiar appearance, Pat replied"That was a beautiful medicine, ye gave me, and did me a power of good. I made it all into a nice poultice, and put it on the outside of my throat, and it's far better than all yer doctor's stuff." Boston Transcript. A justice of peace in the neighborhood of this city, says the Ohio Statesman, has adopted a novel mode of putting the test to all persons who are brought before him under charge of having taken too much stimulus. He has procured a long narrow plank, which is elevated from the ground by means of a brick at each end. This the accused is made to walk-or attempt to walk. If he succeeds he is at once discharged, and the constable saddled with the costs; but if he falls off, it is taken as prima facie evidence against him, and the sentence of the law is forthwith pronounced. VOL. XX. a a Poetry. Move On. PUBLISHED EVERY OTHER WEEK The march of life should never stay- The clouds move gently through the sky, Men, too, should strive to follow them, Permitting naught the tide to stem, Move on! The Reason Why. Why does Kate look so pale, mother! Why does she never smile, mother? Why does she walk alone, mother, Why does she sigh so oft, mother? Why does she breath so quick, mother? To hear the quiet rap, mother, Of Smith, the village doctor? Why does he come so oft, mother? She said she was to go, mother, And leave papa and you, mother, Is it on Jordan's stormy banks, mother, HARTFORD, SATURDAY, JUNE 2, 1855. Original. State Reform School. The third annual report of the Trustees of the school at West Meriden is before the Legislature. The pamphlet contains the reports of 1854 and 1853 also; with the By-Laws for the government of the school, adopted in 1853, and the Chaplain's, Physician's, Superintendant and Treasurer's reports, in detail; with an appendix, containing several letters written by boys in the Reform School, to their friends. This pamphlet of 64 pages, thus presents a concise history of the Institution, from its commencement to its present stage. The whole thing seems to us highly creditable to those who have had it in charge. We have long been familiar with the subject of prison and reformatory institutions*; and have read any quantity of reports upon the subject; but have never seen a case where a like expenditure promised richer returns, than in the case of our own Connecticut Reform School, of West Meriden. We have wasted no money there, in fanciful buildings, marble porticoes, or massive stone walls; but have put up, as cheap as could be done consistently with economy, the simplest apparatus that would answer the purpose. To do this kind of work, we must have the right tool; and we have at West Meriden, a plain, practical, unornamented instrument, well adapted to the purposes for which it is wanted. The School was opened for delinquents, on the 1st of March, 1854, with accommodations for 116 boys only-but 150 have been sent there by the Courts, and 139 are now crowded within its walls, causing embarrassment to the Trustees and injury to the discipline of the school. The unexpected numbers to provide for, the high prices of provisions and fuel, and the severe drought of last summer, which injured the farm crops, and the inadequate appropriation of the last Legislature, have run the concern nearly Four Thousand Dollars in debt; and will demand aid from the Legislature to cover the past and provide for the future. It is expected that accommodation will be needed for 200 boys during the present year, and for near 350 boys in 1856; but by 1856 the Trustees will begin to bind the boys out, and in that way relieve the school. The Trustees present a claim upon the State for $33,671, as indispensable for the success of the institution during the present year; and say that a further expenditure of $16,000 to construct the North Wing of the Main building, is desirable. These figures look tolerably large; but, lay out the $50,000 asked for, and the whole investment will not then cost the State $100,000; and the State will own an apparatus suited to the education and proper discipline of the 300 to 350 most dangerous boys within its limits; boys, almost certain to cost the State ten times as much in judicial expenses and prisons in after life, if their case is not promptly attended to. Surely, it is best to nip the buds off, if we can. In a day, when single cities do not hesitate to NO. 12. spend from fifty to hundreds of thousands of dollars, for gas-works, and water-works, and railroads, we hope the wealthy State of Connecticut will not shrink from an investment so peculiarly within its own sphere, and so urgently demanded by numerous considerations. This State, as a State, has never borne one dollar of the commercial burdens of the age. Railroads and canals, and all that class of improvements, have been remorselessly thrown off from the State's shoulders. This gives the Benevolent the better right to demand that the legitimate burdens of the State shall be unshrinkingly shouldered; and where is there a duty binding upon the State, if not the duty of looking after its boys, who are hovering on the brink of the pit and need the firm but gentle arm of the State thrown around them, to draw them back into the paths of virtue. The Trustees suggest that the Reform School ought to draw its share of the Public School Fund money, like any other public school; and that arrangements between the State Agricultural Society and the Reform School, might be authorized, that would work well for both institutions. Nearly 1000 volumes have been donated, in the past year, for the Library; several newspapers have been gratuitously furnished; plants, garden seeds, cuttings for grafts, evergreen and ornamental trees have been freely supplied; and a distinguished lady of Hartford has given three hundred large size, selected FRUIT TREES, of the most valuable and desirable kinds,-a gift that will yield profit to the State and happiness to the school boys in generations to come. The report is signed by Phillip Ripley of this city, as chairman, and by Philemon Hoadley, James Phelps, John S. Yeomans and Moses Pierce, as Trustees. Fish Breeding. The high price of meat has led many to ask the question whether that excellent fish, the salmon, could not be restored to our rivers by the new French mode of artificial breeding. The attempt is to be made in some of the rivers of New Jersey and it is believed to be entirely practicable. It would need some restrictions respecting fishing for them for some years, in order that they might have time to multiply. It is well known that the salmon always seek the same place to deposit its spawn, year after year, and that the young return for this same purpose, to the place of their own birth. The Connecticut was once filled with this delicious fish; and it is well known that individuals, coming in from the country for a load of shad, could not purchase any, unless they would consent to take so many salmon off the hands of the fishermen. They were often sold as low as two coppers a pound. We heard once an elderly gentleman of this city, now dead, say, that when he was an apprentice, he was one of a party on Fast Day in April 1776 or 77, (we are not certain about the year) who went with a small net to the Hockanum in East Hartford, and caught Salmon in such numbers as to line the banks. They were bought on a speculation by some one, and carried down to the Sound in a sloop where they were captured by the British cruisers |