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W The West Jersey Pioneer is pub lished every Saturday Moraiug, at$l.O( per year,in advance,or $1.25 at the end o the year. AT) VERT1SEMEETS Will be inserted for 40 cents a folio of 10( words, for the first insertion; 20 cents fo: each subsequent insertion. A liberal deduc tion will be made upon all advertisements ex ceeding five folios in length, and which an insertedfor a longer period than thrccmontlis No advertisement of a folio or less will be in serted a single week, for less than 50 cents IV All letters and communications must be post-paid, and accompanied by the au thor’s name, to insure attention. Office—/?r/cA: Building,Corncr of Com merceand Pearl Streets. .Cjpiitt ^ottrn. For the West Jersey Pioneer. THE VISION OF JACOB. BY SARAH. SWELL. The twilight shades fell dim and solemnly, Veiling the splendor of the sunlit day. And stealing softly through the lofty palms, The setting sun met us, and like rich gems, in the blue Eastern heaven Glowed in magnificence the starry train, While the clear moon, fair queen of that bright throng, Shed waves of glittering light over Bethel's plain. Beneath that glowing heaven, whose watching stars Looked brightly down, like eyes of spirits blest; Wearied and toiled-worn with his journeyings, A lonely wanderer laid him down to rest. He had gone forth, alone and sorrowing, From his beloved ones, and his childhood's home; Fleeing before a brother's bitter wrath. With burdened heart and blighted joys to roam. Upon his forehead and his clustering hair, Sid tears of fire and grief a mother shed; And like a holy talisman round him thrown, A father's blessing rested on his head. Softly the gentle angel of sweet sleep Wooed the tired traveler to a deep repose; But glowing visions floated over his soul, And radiant forms of beauty round him rose. From that blessed land where sorrow never reigns. Where brightness never yields to shadowy night, A throng of holy angels, pure and fair. Descended to the earth on wings of light And ringing through the midnight's misty gloom. From the far-reaching heaven, a thrilling voice Spoke words of blessing, peace, and holy love, Making the sleeper’s fainting soul rejoice. Shiloh, April 185-3. ORPHAN MARY. By Mrs. A. DeXniston. "I wish you were with your mother." Such was the exclamation of a cross, tired-looking woman, as she snatched a bit of choice work from a little hand; and then rudely pushing the child from her side, she left the room. It was not a beautiful creature that little one was child, with golden rings and soft, deep blue eyes. Neither was her complexion dazzling, nor her cheeks round and flushed with rich bloom. She was only a poor, plain, common-looking child, whom nobody ever called sweet names and gave loving kisses to, save the sainted mother, over whose ashes the mould gathered now. Quietly the little one moved away—but great, gasping sobs swelled her bosom, and weariness to breathe at all. "I wish I was with my mother—oh! don't I wish I was with my mother?" she said again and again, holding her little hands tightly clenched upon her breast. "I was only up there," she sobbed, pitifully "my head wouldn't beat so, and my eyes be so red and sore. Oh! God, take me up there with my mother." "Mother says if you're sick and can't do nothing, you better go to bed. She says you mustn't eat no supper, because sick folks ought not to eat nothing." She says it's light enough to see without a candle. Upon receiving this message, orphan Mary groped her way through the long dark passage, and entering a small and poor room, threw herself on the bed. Her strength was exhausted by the heavy tasks that had been imposed on her during the day; and her head ached so violently that it seemed to her it shook with the pain. She had almost sobbed herself to sleep, when a little figure stole in holding in one hand a slice of nicely buttered bread, and in the other a feeble light. “Mary,” it said, “Mary, Ann told me that you had to go to bed sick, without any supper. Ain’t you hungry? Here is something for you to eat. Mary sprang wildly up, her eyes glittering and a crimson circle on each cheek. Fever was coursing through all her veins, she was for the moment, bewildered, and gazed around her so strangely that the little figure shrank back further in the gloom. “Oh! I wish my mother was alive,” she exclaimed solemnly. “Ella, you don’t know how I feel, I couldn't eat it,” she added, as the child stretched out her little offering; “I feel as though I never should eat anything again—something is going found and round inside my heart as if I was flying.” “There! I feel better now,” she said, after a few heavy gasps; “but oh, Ella, do you no think I am going to die?” “What makes you?” asked the little girl coming nearer and laying her hand upon Mary's. “How queer and white you look.” “Aunt tot me tonight,” said the sick girl, “that she wished I was with my mother—and then I prayed to God that he would take me to heaven—and—I think he will tonight maybe.” “Oh! Mary!” exclaimed Ella, bursting into tears, and sobbing as if her heart would break, “I’m really sorry I struck you yesterday, and we’ve all been cross to you. I heard mother say it, and I saw her hit you, and it made me feel bad; oh! Mary, don’t say you’re going to die, and we’ll all be good to you; don’t die Mary, do eat this bit of bread.” The child shook her head. “Aunt didn’t mean to be.” Cross I guess, or say what made me feel so bad,” said Mary, in a weak voice; “I don’t feel a bit bad about it now, though I think my heart almost broke then. And was you so kind to think of me too dear, I’ll tell of it, be sure in heaven, and God will bless you, I know he will. And now you’re cold and shivering, while I’m, oh,—all-burning up. You must go to the fire again, only help me and undress, because, maybe aunt won’t like it—if I sleep in these clothes. Good night—stop kiss me Ella, maybe I’ll never kiss you again. Elly stooped down and impulsively flung her arm about Mary’s neck. It felt burning hot—so did her lips and her breath; but when the child told in the warm kitchen that Mary thought she should die that night, her mother laughed densely, saying “the child must be broken of such nervous notions.” If she had come to her sooner, she would have made something of her—but sister with her refined notions had utterly ruined her, adding, I rather think she'll come in to breakfast in the morning; we shan’t save any on her dying. Slowly the sad hours crept along, and 12 had long ago struck from the old clock in the corner, when little Mary sprang again into a troubled sleep. The moon shone in full and white; its light struck out all the little objects of interest from the dark wall—her mother’s furniture—a diaphragm portrait, and a high-back chair with a white sheet thrown over it. She was new in a raging fever, and on the very verge of delirium. She threw aside the covered that almost scorched her, and the keen night air seemed grateful to her. She woke from a dream—a glorious dream of heaven, the angels and her mother. She had heard silvery accents sweetly singing out from some beautiful golden arch. “Come, little Mary, come where your mother is.” “And where is my mother? she thought, closing her eyes for a moment; she called me. I surely heard her—I saw her. Where shall I go to find my mother? tell me dear Jesus.” Another moment; she had Fled her long hair back from her eyes—sought the door and was gone. None saw her in her flight, save the kindly moon that looked down pityingly. The frost glittered on the hedges, the trees shook their lifeless branches above her head. Many a watcher sat in the pleasant cottages, some of joy, some of grief; but they knew not that the motherless child fled almost on the wings of the wind, past their joy and sorrow, past warm and pleasant homes, past groups of little children snugly sleeping, with their arms twined round each others' necks—post loving, living parents—that poor motherless child, flying to the cold bed in the churchyard. At length she found the sad spot where last she had seen the brow of her gentle mother upturned to the pale sunlight. There she sank down as she shouted, “I have come, mother; I have come, mother;” and then she would gaze and listen, while the crimson flowers faded into white on her cheeks. Presently she fancied that she was again to her childhood’s home, and sweetly and loving she talked with her mother, twining her arms as if about her neck, imploring in plaintive accents that she would not leave her. The lightest breeze made her frame tremble now, for the fever of her delirium was passing away, though not the fancy that she was in her own dear home. Still she babbled of little childish things, and feeling weary murmured that she would go to bed. Oh! it would have been a touching sight, even to the heartless, to see that motherless child stretch out her little limbs on the cold grave. To hear her murmur as her pierced lips parceled so loudly, "I'm going to sleep, now, and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." All was confusion in the family where orphan Mary had suffered so much and so bravely. The children went about weeping—the father had gone to the crier’s, but meanwhile two men came to the cottage, bearing the body of the dead child. Horror-stricken, the conscious woman who had treated her tender charge thus harshly, moved hurriedly away from the little body, muttering quietly, "I found—found—found—found in the death sleep: Found with her little hands clasped—her limbs stiff—her lips bloodless—her heart still. Found, and dead. The children pressed around the little white form with bitter grief—but the parents stood aloof, henceforth never to know peace. "I wish you were with your mother!" Oh! how these thrilling words rang through her brain. Bear lamb! she was with her mother, no more to bear wrong and insulf. From the churchyard her patient spirit went up; and it was an angel warning, that passed from her heart the prophetic words— "Oh, Ella, do you know I am going to die?" A WORB TO BOYS. Who is rejected? It is the boy who conducts himself well, who is honest, diligent, and obedient in all things. It is the boy who is making an effort continually to respect his father and to obey him whatever he may direct to be done. It is the boy who leaves no effort untried to improve himself in knowledge and wisdom every day, who is busy and active in endeavoring to do good acts towards others. Show me a boy who obeys his parents, who is diligent, who respects age, who always has a friendly disposition, and who applies himself diligently to get wisdom, and to do good to others; and, if he is not respected and beloved by everybody, then there is no such thing as truth in this world. Remember this, boys, and you will be respected by others, and grow up and become useful men. TEMPERANCE, Prohibition the Law of New York. Great exertions will be made by the liquor interests to pick some flaw in the new Prohibitory Law. The Tribune says it is aware "there is a talk of the laws being unconstitutional," but this is moonshine. The right of a State, through its Legislature, to forbid and punish the traffic in intoxicating liquors was affirmed years ago by the Supreme Court, in a case originating in Massachusetts, wherein Samuel Webster appeared for the Liquor interest. Chief Justice Taney, and several of his associates, distinctly affirmed the right in question, no Justice dissenting. It is, indeed, possible that some detail of the law may be overruled by our Courts; but we can spare almost any dozen sections after the first, and still have law enough left to shut up the grog shops. The Tribune holds also this firm and cheering language: "And it is idle to hope, as some profess to hope that the law of Prohibition will be repealed. Prohibitory Laws have during the last four years been passed in nine States of the Union, and not one of them has been repealed. In two or three, the courts have upset these laws, and in nearly every case, on the express ground that they had not been passed outright, but subject to ratification by the people, which condition was held to invalidate them. No such ground of evil exists in our case. The law is passed outright—it is not before." Maine pioneered the way to legal Prohibition, and Maine has just stiffened her law by a vote of 90 to 29 in the House, and all to nothing in the Senate. Massachusetts soon followed, but not stringent enough to cut off the tap in some of the larger cities, especially Boston; so Massachusetts has just driven the hoops on her law, by the strong vote of 208 to 42—Boston for the first time, giving a majority for Prohibition. Rhode Island likewise prohibited; her Judges broke down the law; but the people re-modeled and re-enacted it. Connecticut tailed twice in her efforts for such a law—the first time by means of a veto—but the people rallied again, carried the Maine Law last year, and have just sustained it. New Hampshire has just decided for it for the first time. Vermont has it without further dispute. New Jersey has just lost it by one majority in the Senate, after carrying it in the House Delaware has just carried it. Ohio adopted as a modification of it last year, which is popular, and was working well. Michigan passed it two years ago, but four (half) of her Supreme Judges held it invalid because it was submitted to the people; so her new Legislature has just passed it again without submission. Indiana, Illinois, and Iowa, have each enacted Prohibition; and Iowa, has ratified hers by a popular vote. And Wisconsin has twice passed such an act, but lost it through the Governor’s veto, for which the people will veto him. In view of these facts, we counsel the Rumsellers to act sensibly and loyally. We ask them, is it worth while to persist in fighting a last battle? If sirs, you are allowed till the 4th of July to sell out—and the “Glorious Fourth” itself, by way of extra grace, to clear out their own stocks and their customers’ pockets—ought they not to shut up on fifth, and stay shut? They must know that only one result is possible; and why should they attempt to skulk it? Men—if men you would be esteemed—just throw up your desolating traffic, which caused, as shown by actual returns, seven-eighths of the crime, and one third of the taxation of our State last year—and join us in efforts to banish Intemperance from the land. The laws of God and Man now concur in affirming that avarice shall not rob man of human frailty and debasement. That is the gist of Prohibition—do you not feel that it is right? Lairs of New Jersey. [BY AUTHORITY.] AN ACT for the promotion of the agricultural interests of this state. 1. Be it enacted by the Senate and General Assembly of the State of New Jersey, That the treasurer of this state is hereby authorized, upon the warrant of the governor for that purpose, to pay to the treasurer of the State Agricultural Society the sum of one thousand dollars for the use, and purposes of said society, which said sum of money shall be expended by the officers of said society for the promotion of The agricultural interests of this state. 2. And be it enacted, That this act shall take effect immediately. Approved March 24, 1855. AN ACT in relation to the census or enume ration of the inhabitants of this State. 1. Be it enacted by the Senate and General Assembly of the State of New Jersey, That an enumeration of the inhabitants of this state shall be taken during the present year, eigh teen hundred and fifty-five, and during every tenth year hereafter. 2. And be it enacted, That the secretary of state 'shall, ,as soon as may be after the pas sage of this act, und also every tenth year hereafter, cause uniform blank returns and abstracts, together with copies of this act to be printed for tbe purpose of taking such enu 1 meration. 3. And be it enacted, Thvt the secretary of state shall, on or before tbe first day of Slay next, and on or before the first day of May in every such tenth year hereafter, transmit in such manner as he may think proper, to each of the county clerks, twice as many of such blank returns, and as many copies of this aot as there are election districts in their respective counties. 4. And be it enacted, That it shall be the duty of each county clerk, on or before the fifteenth day of May nest, and on or before the fifteenth day of May in every such teatl year hereafter, to forward to the townshi] clerk of each of the townships in his county and to the clerk of tho common council it each of the cities, a sufficient number of blanl returns and copies of this act, so as aforesaid transmitted to him by the secretary of state to supply each assessor of such town or city on demand, with duplicate sets of said blanl returns, and ono copy of this act. 5. And be it enacted, On the first day o June next, and on the first day of June it every such tenth year hereafter, every sucl assessor shall proceed to enumerate, truly am accurately, the inhabitants residing in th( election district for which ho shall have boot appointed, by making actualinquiry at everj dwelling house, or of the head of every family residing therein, classifying the same as fol lows: Native white males Children between f “ white females and 16 years ol “ . colored males age “ “ females Male Foreign white males Female “ “ females Colored “ colored males Male “ “ females Female. G. And be it enacted, That each asscssot shall enter in the blank return received the particulars of the enumeration so made. 7. And be it enacted, That every persor whose place of abode shall be in any famiij on the first day of June next, and on tlx 1st day of June m every such tenth ycai hereafter, shall bo returned as of sue! family; and every person casually absent ai the time of taking the enumeration, as belong ing to that place in which he usually resides 8. And be it enacted, That the return sc made out shall be certified by each assessoi taking the enumeration to be true and accu rate, to the best of his knowledge and belief, and shall state tbe number of pages of which it consists; which certificate shall be subscrib ed and sworn to by him before any officers authorized to administer oaths. And be it enacted, That each assessor shall, on or before the twentieth day of August next, and on or before the twentieth day of August in every such tenth year hereafter, cause the returns so certified, with a duplicate copy thereof carefully made and compared, and certified in the manner above specially provided, to be delivered to the county clerk of the county in which such assessor shall reside. And be it enacted, That each county clerk shall, immediately after receiving such certified statements of the enumeration, and the duplicate copies of the same from the assessors in the several election districts in his county, transmit to the secretary of state by express, all the duplicate returns filed in his office, carefully boxed in such manner as to protect them; and if the assessor shall neglect for five days after the twentieth day of August to make his return as aforesaid, the clerk of the county in which he shall reside, shall immediately proceed himself, or dispatch a messenger, to procure such return and duplicate, and the expense thereof shall be deducted from the account of such assessor, by the board of supervisors or board of chosen freeholders of the county in which he may reside, if they shall think proper. And be it enacted, That the secretary of state, after receiving such duplicate returns shall prepare and report to the legislature, on or before the fifteenth day of January in each year succeeding the taking of such census, a general account of the enumeration, specifying the result thereof, in the several towns, wards, cities and counties of the state, with a full recapitulation of the whole. And be it enacted, That the accounts for the services of the assessors done under this act, shall be audited by the board of supervisors or board of freeholders of the county where the services are performed and shall be assessed, collected and paid as part of the contingent expenses of such city or county. And be it enacted, That the assessors shall be entitled, as remuneration for their services, fifty cents per hundred inhabitants, enumerated as aforesaid, to be paid by the respective counties. And be it enacted, That all liabilities incurred for printing, postage and transmission of returns, when audited by the proper officer, be paid by the treasurer and charged to a special account. And be it enacted, That this act shall take effect immediately. Approved March 24, 1855. AN ACT making a further appropriation for the prosecution of the geological survey of Mississippi. 1. Be it enacted by the Senate and General Assembly of the State of New Jersey, That the governor or person administering the government of this state, be and he is hereby authorized to draw from any unappropriated money in the treasury of this state, the further sum of twenty thousand dollars, to be appropriated under his direction to the continuation of the geological survey of this state, authorized by an act approved March second, eighteen hundred and fifty-four. 2. And be it enacted, That the persons employed to conduct the survey authorized to be made by the said act be and they are hereby empowered and required to establish meridian monuments at or near the cities of Camden, Trenton and Newark. 3. And be it enacted, That this act shall take effect immediately. Approved March 24, 1855. A BROAD HINT. A popular clergyman who was sadly annoyed one sabbath by incessant coughing among his congregation, paused in his discourse and remarked, that “if Ladies would wear their bonnets on their heads, and tie the strings, coughs would not be so prevalent.” He certainly don’t mean to be coughed down. AGRICULTURE From the Working Farmer. IMPROVEMENT OF THE MIND. But few persons over reflect on the means by which they may improve their general ability for increased thought, while all agree that the human mind is susceptible of such improvement, and by no class of citizens is this subject more neglected than by farmers. The farmer, beyond all others, should have a clear powers of observation, so as readily to observe and apply nature’s laws. His vocation is the root of all prosperity, and until farmers of a nation are progressed to the highest power of observation, the country cannot rise to the highest rank. Let us examine this subject as applied to an individual case, and the means may possibly be ascertained of arriving at the desideratum. The usual argument in favor of a thorough and conventional education, although admitted, is not practicable. Farmers cannot be mere scholars; the vigor consequent upon their mode of life is not of a kind to render them capable of becoming mathematicians, nor of availing of that part of the usual progress having a mathematical basis; but still we argue that no class of men are so capable, when properly directed, of availing of processes by which the more useful class of facts may be attained. Lord Brougham has justly remarked— "That mathematical truths may be arrived at by thought alone;" and he says, "a man may," he does not say will, "by the process of thought alone, arrive at the solution of any problem in mathematics," by the same process of thought as that by which he knows that 2 and 3 make 4. But, says the learned gentleman, "no man can know by thought alone, that a stone let fall from his hand would descend to the ground." He knows this fact from observation, and not from any thought of his own toil if the stone would fall, rise, or float at the level of his hand. He knows this fact by example, and not by thought. The means of such knowledge is not inherent in man. Gravity is a law of God, and as such is only to be learned by observing its development in nature. We have cited this example only as a basis, and will now proceed to give a few other incidents, and then to show the application to our present argument. All will admit that some men profit by observation more than others, while but few know the means by which this power of observation may be increased. As examples of this absence of observation, how few farmers know that cows and sheep have no upper teeth; how few are aware that cold water will dissolve more salt or lime than hot water. Does one in one hundred know that a gallon of water will dissolve more plaster of Paris than it will of slaked lime, that has been long exposed to the atmosphere to become carbonate of lime? How many know that water is at its mean of size when at 40 degrees of heat? That if cooled below that temperature it swells until it becomes ice at 85 degrees, and if heated above 40 degrees it also swells, and it eventually becomes steam, thus occupying more than 1,700 times its original space? Still, all these are facts, and to minds generally, they are well known to be true. The science of farming embraces all Nature’s laws, and the habit of observation will soon render the farmer ready to recognize these laws in all their useful applications. Let him know enough of chemistry, which he may do by one week’s reading, to comprehend the various changes that the integrants of the soil undergo to enable them to enter the plant, and he will soon observe the fact that these chemical changes must include the ability of being dissolved in water before the plant can receive them. He will also find that water, in its pure state, will not dissolve the necessary quantity of all these materials, unless it contains carbonic acid, and this will necessarily lead to his understanding from whence this gas is obtained, and why it pervades the atmosphere. When he observes that water from a spring applied to plants in time of drought will do produce the same amount of improvement as is received from a similar amount of water falling through the atmosphere in the form of rain, he will soon understand that the rain water comes charged with some ingredient from the atmosphere which the spring water does not contain, and the slightest examination informs him that this is ammonia, and that it is received in the atmosphere from the decay of former crops, animal exudations, etc. The slightest exercise of the mind in the observance and application of the commonest truths of Nature’s laws, will capacitate it for another step in progression; for the brain, like the arm of the blacksmith or the leg of the dancing master, must increase in energy at least, if not in size, by healthful use, and this use is a Free observance of God’s laws as displayed in the progression of nature. All have observed that the inhabitants of the country have this power of observation to a greater extent than those whose tastes lead them to become inhabitants of large cities, and to engage in mercantile pursuits. Indeed, this fact has given rise to many anecdotes, such as the boy, when asked which was the direction of upstream, ascertained the fact, and answered the question by throwing a stone at a frog, then remarking a frog always jumps up stream when disturbed. The Yankee captain who visited Sir Joseph Banks, is another example of this power of observation. Sir Joseph said, “You appear, sir, to be an observant man: do you know if the crocodile really cries to entice travelers, as has been stated?” “No,” says the captain; “he cannot cry he has no tongue.” “No tongue!” said Sir Joseph. “No sir; he has no more tongue than an elephant.” “Has an elephant no tongue?” “No. he has no use for a tongue; he has a trunk.” “Pray, sir,” said Sir Joseph, “how did you arrive at these facts?” “Well,” said he, “I saw a stuffed crocodile in a doctor’s shop, and I saw an elephant in a manger, still thousands of others might have seen the same crocodile and elephant without ascertaining the same facts.” These anecdotes may not seem pertinent to our argument, but they are so. Let any farmer devote the evenings of a single winter to the reading of Geology, Ktomology, Chemistry, Natural Philosophy, and Natural History, and apply his acquired knowledge as an amusement, while pursuing his vocation during the following summer, and he will find himself able to observe and comprehend thousands of incidents connected with natural law which would before have passed by him unobserved. He will then see and understand that the soil is but a debris of the rocks, that in its original formation this occurred from the combined influence of sun and air, and changes of temperature by freezing and thawing, in rendering these rocks a soil. He will see how the convulsions of nature have mixed the soils of different localities; he will see, also, that the earliest vegetable growths were necessarily grosser sorts than those now produced, and that they by receiving carbon from the atmosphere, for the carbon originally must have existed there in immense quantities, in the form of carbonic acid, by their decay deposited it in the soil, thus improving its quality and rendering it fit for the development of a more advanced class of vegetation. He will also see where and from what causes animal life progressed, and can trace its progress. He will next be able to observe why deeply disintegrated soils can never suffer from drought, because he will know that when water is absent from the soil it is present in the atmosphere, and will be deposited on the surfaces of colder particles, at greater depths than can be reached by atmosphere when attempting to penetrate shallow-mowed land. He can trace the action of this moisture and its office in the soil; he can know what amendments are required to replace those which he may find to be deficient; and, indeed, he can render himself doubly happy and a better servant of his Creator, and his vocation ameliorating to his fellow man. All this must occur if he knows so much of nature’s laws as will give his mind the first ability for closer observance, and his progression as an individual will be the natural consequence of its exercise. All this does not call for the tedious exertions of thought as practiced by the mathematician and the merchant, but merely for the culture of the power of observation to see truths as they exist, and apply them rightly; and this, and nothing else, he will find to constitute the science of agriculture. MISCELLANEOUS For the West Jersey Pioneer. Notings from my Journal—No. *L “My other cares in other climes engage, Cares that become my birth, and suit my age; In various knowledge to improve my youth, And conquer prejudice worst foe to truth; By foreign arts domestic faults to mend, Enlarge my motives, and my views extend; The useful science of the world to know, Which books can never teach, or pedants show.” It was a calm, beautiful October day, when I made preparations for leaving my home— My boyhood home—the bright sun shone softly, and as he majestically retired behind the western hills, threw a soft mellow light over hill and dale. The feathered songsters warbled their sweetest songs; the Autumnal wind played lightly among the frost-bitten leaves, now tearing one from its slender stem and mercilessly bearing it away from its summer companions, reminding me of that fell destroyer—death—who as ruthlessly tears us away from our loved associates, but ah! he does not wait until the summer of life is passed and the frosts of age have whitened our heads, and seared our countenance. The Spring, Summer and Autumn of life, are all the same to him. The day was beautiful; the birds sang sweetly; the Autumn winds sorted lightly; my companions langhed gay ly; and all were apparently happy regardless of the sad, bitter thoughts that filled my heart. I was about to leave those I loved—my friends who were as dear to me as my own life, and should I ever meet them again, save at the judgment bar of God? was a question that none but those who know all things could answer. That person who has ever torn himself from kind friends, for a long journey to be gone an indefinite period of time, can judge of my feelings. It was late in the night when we passed through the little village of most of the inhabitants had sought repose from care, toil, and anxiety in sleep: "Downy sleep, Death’s counterfeit." The crowd are gone, the Revellers at rest; the courteous host and all-approving guest, again to that accustomed couch must creep, where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs to sleep, glad for awhile to heave unconscious breath, yet wake to wrestle with the dread of death, and shun, though day but dawn on his increased, that sleep, the loveliest, since it dreams the least." Sweet village; may the God of peace, and plenty ever smile on thee; may factions and turmoils never be known, and want ever be a stranger within thy borders; mayst thou glide sweetly down the stream of life, conscious of thy own worthiness, and a bright and shining light to all. A few hours were spent in the arms of "Jorpheous"; the next morning a kind friend took us to S-, in time to take the Steamer "Miantonomi" for Philadelphia. Nothing worthy of notice occurred on our way up the noble Delaware. At eleven o'clock we were safely landed at the foot of Arch Street; my friends having business in different parts of the City, left me to walk away the time as best I might. I determined to call or rather step into that time honored, and almost Sacred Place—Independence Hall. A short and pleasant walk up Chestnut Street brought me to the place which every true patriot loves and honors. With feelings I cannot describe, I entered that place which occupies a prominent position in a history that is not surpassed. The noble paintings—old sofas and chairs—the pew which was formerly in Christ’s Church and occupied by the Father of his Country, while in Philadelphia. A portion of the marble step on which the Secretary stood, while he read that declaration which nerved its hearers to “noble deeds of daring." Nerved them to despise the profited honors of a King; sacrifice home with all its ease and injury, wade through seas of blood; suffer every privation that man could possibly inflict on man, and after seven long years—years that “tried men’s souls”—succeeded in giving to us the precious boon of freedom. Ah, well may we say, The love of liberty with life is given And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven. Ah, Liberty, “Eternal spirit of the chainless mind!” How we love to do it upon it, and we have a right to do it: may we as true Sons ever admit. Here firmly to that Goddess, and may every sword leap from its scabbard, ere we suffer any infringement either from foreign, or any other corrupted influence, toward our consecrated Goddes; but we must not forget to notice that bell which proclaimed liberty through the land, although it is cracked, old, and presents a very unprepossessing appearance, yet there is something about it that is interesting, the words of prophecy in connection with it were signally fulfilled; no doubt the hearts of those veterans leaped with joy when they heard its gladly tones; as the heart of the Christian thrills with pleasure at the sound of the “Sabbath going bells.” “How soft the mass of those Tillage Bells; Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on. With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.” Sale of Daniel Webster's Marshfield Property.—The sale of the late Mr. Webster’s estate and stock at Marshfield, on Wednesday last, was well attended. The right and title of the mansion house, and 310 acres surrounding it, was bid off by J. W. Paige for $2000 and this portion of the Marshfield property will thus be kept in the family, according to the request in the will of the deceased. Mr. Webster’s interest in it was only nominal.—Mr. Webster’s first wife was half-sister to Mr. Page. Lot No. 1, 64 acres, was purchased by A. C. Wetherell at $18.25 an acre, with the right of way through it to the burying ground. C. P. Wright bought the old Winslow house and 45 acres at $56 an acre. The grist mill, &c., at Green Harbor were knocked down to Henry C. Dunham at 2025 cheap. The lost at Green Harbor brought $821 an acre—the famous fishing and shooting grounds. The prices obtained were generally above the appraised value. The animals did not bring remarkably high prices. A pair of half-blood six years old Devon oxen were sold for $182.50; another pair do. 8 years old $155; two years old Devon bull $88; full blood Alderney bull, 3 years old, $79; a full blood 3 years old Alderman heifer, with calf, $155. The highest price obtained for Cheviot sheep was $12; Southdowns $8, $50. The Suffolk boar brought $16. Real estate to the amount of $16,700 was sold. The same property cost originally over $18,900. Mr. Webster’s affairs were left in a state of great embarrassment. At the time of his decease, it seems that the Massachusetts statesman owed the moderate sum of $140,000, or thereabouts. WATCH. I have now in my hand a gold watch which combines embellishments and utility in happy proportions, and is usually considered a very valuable appendage to the person of a gentleman. Its hands, face, chain, and case, are of chased and burnished gold. Its gold seals sparkle with the ruby, topaz, sapphire, emerald. I open it, and find that the works, without which this elegantly furnished case would be a mere shell; those motinels, and those figures without meaning, are made of brass. Investigate farther, and ask what is the spring by which all these are put in motion, made of? I am told it is made of steel. I ask, what is steel? The reply is, that it is iron, which has undergone a certain process. So then I find the main spring, without which. 