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And yet it is something with which we are all acquainted—all of us, in this world of sorrow, know what it is to be troubled and disquieted—to feel that weight at the heart, uudefir.able, yet extremely oppressive. There is not a house, be it a palace or a cottage, that is tenanted by man where this unwelcome guest hath not often been—not a heart in which he has not had his abode. We may see beautiful houses surrounded by fertile farms and flowery gardens, where everything seems to be neatness and comfort; and we may say in our hearts. The owner of this mansion is a happy man, for everything around him conspires to render him such. But, alas! could he hear our observation, he could tell us how widely we were mistaken. Domestic troubles may surround his hearth—he may have met with losses—a favorite friend may have forsaken him—a loved one may have been snatched away by the hand of death; or a hundred smaller things—things which might seem trivial to another—may embitter his soul, mar his enjoyments and poison his pleasures. We may, and often do—especially when we are troubled ourselves—meet with persons who wear a cheerful exterior, who seem always contented and happy, and we are ready to say of them, "They are not troubled as other men, neither are they plagued like other men;"—but the heart knows its own bitterness; and could we read it, even when the boisterous laugh and ludicrous jest burst from them, we would often be surprised to see that there is a weight pressing upon the heart, which they were striving to lighten by mirth and festivity. What an effect trouble will have around the family hearth! I have seen a family group, lively and talkative, so that there could scarcely be found an intervening moment but that the busy tongue of someone was in motion; and I have seen them when the unbidden guest has made his appearance among them. Tongue was hushed and still—melancholy and was. Then every thoughtful, they sat silent, except when a sigh heavy from long suppression, escaped from some one of the group, for a weight sat on their hearts and was as gall and bitterness within them. When we met with disappointments and vexations, we are apt to imagine that no one else is ever troubled as we are. Then envy springs up in our hearts, and we are not only envy other persons, but we are, also, sometimes silly enough to envy birds, beasts and insects, which being deprived of reason, can never feel trouble. I remember once, when in dejection and trouble myself, (for I, in common with others, have often been sorely troubled,) I sat down in a saw-mill about nightfall, to meditate alone. While I sat there, there came along an old man, a notorious sot, who, I had reason to believe, had not sufficient provision in his house, to supply the want of his family one week, or the wherewith to procure more when that was gone. He took a seat near me and commenced talking, laughing and jesting in as fine humor as possible. I listened to him, although at that time little in the mood. At length, some pigeons alighted near us, and as I gazed at the innocent birds, envy sprang up in my heart, and I exclaimed, "Hall, don't you wish you were a pigeon!" "No," he replied, in an abrupt tone. "And why not!" I inquired. Because," said he, with an oath, "they are shot at too often." The reply, at the time, seemed so ludicrous, though full of meaning, that I was convulsed with laughter; and though it may seem simple to others, I shall never forget it; and when I feel troubled and of a heavy heart, and see others whom I feel disposed to envy, the words of the old vagrant occur to my mind, and I consider that they may have, and no doubt have some secret, unknown source of trouble, from whence the bitter waters are often flowing, and learn to be contented in the situation in which a kind and wise Providence hath placed me. Going According to Rule. The London Daily News relates that a manufacturer recently delivered according to contract 4,000 leather pouches at the War Department. They were rejected because there was one stitch less in them than contracted for. The clerk informed the contractor that perhaps the Commissioners might be induced to receive them if he would petition their honors. The tradesman declined to degrade himself in any such way, and they were returned. But on examining the parcels, it was found that the accurate department had sent back 7,000 instead of 4,000. The manufacturer explained the mistake at the office. Hend the surplus, back instantly, the clerk commanded. Not instantly, was the reply; before the honors see them again, they must petition for them! Never let your tongue go before your thoughts. A. J. V. Marriage and Genius. All women, no matter how schooled, or what their attainments, have a yearning desire to love and be loved again. The head can never be educated at the expense of the heart, consequently, if they cannot obtain such as they could most venerate and respect, they unite themselves to those who tender them the love they have need of; they dream of happiness, and awake to disappointment. They find themselves unappreciated, their tastes shocked, their sensibilities derided, and drag out lives of misery and wretchedness. Not alone are women of genius thus unhappy. Men, too, are made miserable by uncongenial minds. Who can doubt that the life of Byron would have been a better and happier one, had his wife been one who could have sympathized with, and understood him. Milton's domestic afflictions set heavy on his heart. Shelley's first marriage was fraught with consequences terrible to himself and others. Burns' verses met with no response from those gathered around his hearthstone; and many others equally great have had reason to curse in their hearts an ill-assorted marriage. Comparative Terms. Riches and poverty are only comparative terms and are, moreover, slightly misunderstood. The world's goods are held in common much more than people imagine. The beauty of marble mansions and the velvet lawn, soft and variegated as a Brussels carpet, is enjoyed more by the spectator, to whom its beauty is new, than the proprietor, in whose mind familiarity has bred contempt; and to whom it is more associated with the tax office and gas bills, than ideas of the beautiful. The gale that wafts the aroma of the arbor and garden, greets the nasal faculties gratuitously with odors more delicious than the bottled essences of perfumery shops. Everything worth having is shared in common—the sights that please the eye, the sounds that delight the ear, are not limited to the organs of millionaires, and those who own stock and houses. The philosopher may sing with the poet any day: Behold my soul's inheritance. How spacious, how sublime! My tenement is boundless earth, My field is boundless time. Contrasts of Society. It has pleased the Divine Providence, for reasons wise, since they are His, to form the inhabitants of earth in moulds so different that each one cannot assimilate with another—1 like ill-accorded instruments, well tuned perhaps, perfect in themselves, but which yet can make no harmony together, because the pitch be one is higher than the other. It has pleased Him to endow our minds with feelings known and understood by all, though difficult to define, that draw us towards some persons in preference to others, and while we go by the mass with indifference, bind us with indissolubility to some selected few: for no reason that can be given, but a natural and spontaneous preference; or perhaps some affinity of taste, principles and pursuits. These differences and apparent discord, controlled by a kindly spontaniety towards particular individuals, holds society—in fact, it is society itself. Who is Fanny Fern? The lady's maiden name was Sarah Paysan Willis, and she is the sister of Nathaniel P. Willis the well-known author and newspaper writer. She is now a widow, forty-four years old or so, with two children, daughters. She was born in Maine, and married in 1837 to Mr. Eldridge of Boston, cashier of a bank there.— He died in 1846, and the widow afterwards married a Mr. Farrington, widower with a family. In a short time he left Boston for Chicago, in the west, they say, and has never turned up since. Mrs. F. then began to support herself and children by contributing to the Boston Olive Branch and True Flag, and her assumed name—Fanny Fern—became noticed and she soon published a collection of her Fern leaves; which sold well, brought her a political return, and now she may be classed as successful authoress, at least. She and her brother are not good friends, as she says Nat did not behave like a brother when she was obscurity. PANADA.—IS ALL THE PASTURE a DREAM If not, why this horrid silenced Tell me quickly. Are we to have a future? Why, ah! why, my heart this sadness! Minn. The above is from among the personal advertisements in one of the daily papers. "Minn" wishes to drive sadness from the heart, she has but to sink the past and believe fervently that she will experience a future, which the most exquisite happiness, or the most intense misery, will center. A future! Yes, Minn, there is a future—you will experience it. Give up clandestine correspondence—nothing that is done in secret—and correspond through other channels than the new one or that future will likely be one, to the anguish and remorse! Cups and Sauces.— Etiquettes now allow the tea to be poured into the saucer. We rapidly discarding many useless customs. Four Lines more beautiful than these are rarely written. The figure which it involves is exquisite; A solemn murmur in the soul, Tells of the world to be, As travellers hear the billows roll Before they reach the sea. —Buffalo Express. "Four worse lines than these are rarely written. The figure which it involves is awful: A solemn murmur, among the throng Tells how impatiently The boarders listen for the gong To call them in to tea." —Zanesville (N.Y.) Aurora. "Four lines more truthful than these are rarely written. The figure which "it" (!) involves is absolutely painful: A solemn buzzing in your ear, When you retire to bed, Tells you too plain that lager beer Is dreadful for the head." —Louisville Times. "Four lines more striking than these are seldom written. The figure they involve is positively striking: A solemn rattling of the scoop Tells of the tale of woe That another barrel is gone kerswoop Which cost eleven dolls, or so!" —Hollidaysburg Standard. "Four lines more striking than these have seldom been written. The effects are painful in the extreme: A beating with the old broom-stick Tells that a man has wed A woman who delights to lick Him over his sore head." —Beaver Star. "Four more touching lines than the following have, perhaps, never been written. The thought they involve is too distressing for human endurance; A solemn sight it is to gaze Upon a feller sitting, A wiping of his eyes, beguiling His gallin' him the mitt' Brownsville Clipper. Four more pointed lines than the subsequent were undoubtedly never got up. Our fifth poet in ordinary's deputy assistant: A solemn thing it is to hear A skeeter round us singing. An awful thing it is to feel The varmint dig his sting in. They are by — F hi delph in Bullet in. Four more pathetic lines than the following, perhaps, were never placed before the people." Upon our poet's bringing it forward, the "devil" pronounced the verse "sublime": Ah! solemn things are pretty, lively girls! With neat and tasty dresses, And especially those with flowing curls, Commonly known as "tresses." Unnatural Oppression. A young girl in a neighboring State recently poisoned herself with arsenic. She had fallen in love with a youth whom her mother disliked, and to whom she found it was impossible to be united without being ostracized by her family. The papers record her suicide as the result of love. From the evidence given before the coroner, we judge it to have been urged and suggested by unnecessary harshness on the part of the mother. No one respects the rights of a parent more than we do; but we would be faithful to human rights, and to the interests of society, if we regarded parental tyranny, and heartless domestic despotism, in any other than a most unfavorable light. A parent does not possess the right to crush the hopes of an intelligent, thinking adult being, because that being happens to be his, or her, offspring. Parents too frequently oppose marriages in their families for no sufficient reason, but merely in obedience to some whim, or common-place antipathy—urged beyond that it becomes the most ruinous, dangerous, inexcusable and unnatural of oppressions. It often drives to crime and death, as in the Above instance. Prejudice. All men are apt to have a high conceit of their own understanding, and to be tenacious of the opinions they profess; and yet almost all men are guided by the understandings of others, not by their own; and may be said more truly to adopt, than to beget their own opinions.— Nurses, parents, and pedagogues, and after them all, that universal pedagogue custom, fill the mind with notions which it has no share in framing; which it receives as passively as it receives the impressions of outward objects; and which, left to itself, it would never have framed, perhaps, or would have examined afterwards. Thus prejudices are established by education, and habits by custom. We are taught to think what others think, not how to think for ourselves. Girls, Listen.—If you have a lover who can scarcely maintain himself, tell him you cannot marry him. Your prudential reluctance will be sure to stimulate him to such industrial exertions that his worldly position will rapidly improve. In fact, you will "make a man" of him. Daguerreotypes.—An exchange of portraits between lovers who are about to separate are [for a time, is a delicate and honorable expression of sentiment.] Horrible, if True. Somebody in the city of New York has written as follows to one of the leading papers of Buffalo: "A wicked and dangerous, socialistic sect have sprung up of late, and established their headquarters in Brooklyn—the city of churches." This sect style themselves 'Progressionists,' and have male and female agents who smuggle themselves into our family circles and after three or four visits, adroitly allude to the existence and peculiarity of their 'institution.' The doctrine of this sect is that matrimony, as at present understood, is a ludicrous sham; that that a man has no right to live with his wife unless he lives spiritually as well as physically; that a woman is not bound to live with her husband unless she loves him spiritually and physically; and that when she sees another whom she can love better, she is morally obliged to cut the former and take up with the latter, and so on, according to each new fancy, until she dies. The agents of this sect are very numerous, and the institution itself is filled with proselytes—made up in the main of husbands who have abandoned their wives, and wives who have abandoned their husbands, together, as one of its agents informed me, of a bountiful supply of young men and women who have never yet been yoked in the usual form. As you may readily imagine, this sect is breaking up the peace and happiness of a great many families. The New York Ledger, commenting upon the above, says: "It is a sheer fabrication; but when we reflect that it can cover no "dodge," and its promulgation, if false, could benefit nobody—and when we take into consideration the barefaced bestialities of the Mormons, whose ranks are being largely augmented daily, we are disposed to think it has some foundation in truth, though, perhaps, not quite so dreadful as is represented. If any organization Of the kind is in existence here, or elsewhere, it should be crushed without delay. No matter what the means used to crush such an internal confederacy, we say, strangle it. With such filth as that, to be nice is out of the question. We were at first inclined to Topping the Question! The Springfield Republican, to the story of the man, who, when told by his landlord he could not leave his house until he paid his bill, replied, "Good, just put that in writing, make a regular agreement of it; I'll stay with you as long as I live!" adds the following: It must have been the same individual who, too poor to get married, was yet too susceptible to let the girls alone; and of whom is told a lady "all of a summer's day," and accidentally—men's arms, awkward things, are ever in the way—dropped an arm around her waist. No objection was made for a while, and the arm gradually relieved the side of the carriage of the pressure upon it. But of a sudden, whether from the late recognition of the impropriety of the thing, or the sight of another beau coming, never was known; the lady stared with volcanic energy, and with a flashing eye exclaimed: "Mr. B, I can support myself!" "Capital!" was the instant reply, just the girl I've been looking for these five years—will you marry me!" "You are Horrible." A so-called spiritual medium publishes an advertisement, for the purpose of entraping credulous victims, headed "THE NEWS FROM GOD." Can anything severe enough be written against the wretch who would, for any purpose, pen such a heading! and can the carelessness which allowed a publisher to give the announcement to the world be too highly reprehended, or too earnestly deplored! We think not. The Morality of Prisons. —Two men, charged with different offenses, were locked up together, a few nights since, in one of the cells of a station-house in this city. In the morning one discovered that the other had robbed him of $44, partly eight of which was found. It was found. It was suspected that the culprit had swallowed the balance. The terrors of the law are not sufficiently powerful, it seems, to overcome all men's depraved propensities—even in prison.—N. Y. Ledger. Alarming. —The Clergy of Mississippi have been recommending a more rigid enforcement of capital punishment in that State, the crime of murder being of such frequent commission there, as to create an alarm almost universal.—And yet this is the nineteenth century, and this is the most enlightened country in the world! Moke "Don'ting." —The glory of that great little man, Tom Thumb, has departed. His attractiveness has (Unfinished so greatly that the ruse of announcing that he was married, was lately adopted to keep him before the people. He is now travelling with a menagerie. That accounts for the " dodge." Impertinence and Women. —Among the fair sex, impertinences from one to another ought to be treated with indifference. Expressions of contempt or anger provoke retorts, and the general result is an unseemly quarrel of words. Much Happen. —Slight quarrels between lovers are such common occurrences that we not see how they can be avoided. There are always faults on both sides. But such things are like April showers—soon ever. From the London Times, May Hist Maine Liquor Law Movement in England. Last night, a meeting of the members of the United Kingdom Alliance was held in the large room of Exeter Hall, which was crowded to excess, there being between 400 and 500 persons present. Sir W. C. Trevelyan, who occupied the chair, having briefly stated that the object of the alliance, which was for the total and immediate legislative suppression of the traffic in all intoxicating beverages. The Earl of Harrington moved: "That it is neither right nor politic for the State to afford legal protection and sanction to any traffic or system that tends to increase crime, to waste the national resources, to corrupt the social habits, and to destroy the health and lives of the people. That the traffic in intoxicating liquors, as common beverages, is unjust to the true interests of individuals, and destructive of the order and welfare of society, and ought therefore to be prohibited." The noble Earl said that the present movement, which had originated in the State of Maine, formed an epoch in our history; it was the most important law ever passed at any time or in any country. [Hear, hear.] He would not except Magna Charta, the law that put a stop to African slavery, or the law which gave freedom of the press to 100,000,000 British subjects. He contended that the Maine Law contained the elements of all that good. [Hear, hear.] Eleven of the American States, occupying an area of 442,000 square miles, and containing a population of 8,000,000 were actually under that law, and there could be no doubt that very shortly the whole American empire would adopt it also. [Cheers.] The object of the law was to prevent the sale of alcoholic liquors; it did not prohibit the sale of them. He (the Earl of Harrington) was for preventing the distillation of spirituous liquors, except for medical, chemical and certain manufacturing purposes. The sale of beer in public houses he would prohibit, but he said this with no feeling of hostility to publicans, who were as good. As other people, he wished them prosper, but wished them to prosper for the advantage of the people, without selling poison. Alderman Harrison, of Wakefield, seconded the resolution. Mr. Foster, a publican, moved the following amendment amid great tumult: "That this meeting, fully recognizing the advantages of temperance, and regarding it as a moral and religious duty which should be inculcated by argument and upheld by example, is of opinion that any attempt to enforce it by enacting prohibitory laws, is unwise and impolitic, calculated to be productive of great inconvenience and an unjustifiable interference with the liberty of individuals, which ought to be sacred from such an intrusion." Mr. H. Nicholson, proprietor of the Coal-hole, said, he willingly seconded the amendment, believing it to be one of great public utility. The Chairman put the amendment, which lost by an overwhelming majority. The original motion was then put and carried amid vociferous cheering. Sir H. W. Carden moved— "That the history and results of all past legislation in regard to the liquor traffic, abundantly prove that it is impossible satisfactorily to limit or regulate a system so essentially mischievous in its tendencies, while no consideration of private gain or public revenue can justify the upholding of a system so utterly wrong in principle, suicidal in policy, and disastrous in result." Sir S. W. Carden said he did not attend the champion of teetotalism, but for the purpose of supporting the alliance. The alliance reverered the teetotalers, and he believed them to be a good and great ally to the cause; but the alliance and teetotalers were two separate bodies. He congratulated the president and all present upon the numerous assemblage of ladies, because without their aid no good could be achieved, and with it he was sure the Society would be successful. (Cheers.) Mr. Forsyth appeared before them as an interested individual, and when that gentleman talked of interference with the liberty of the subject, he (Sir H. W. Carden) would ask, did the legislature interfere with the liberty of the subject, when they passed an act for the suppression of betting-houses? Hear, hear.) In Scotland, experience proved that the closing of the public houses on Sunday had operated most beneficially as respected the working classes, and materially added to the comforts of themselves and their families. Another speaker (Mr. Nicholson) had said that the public house was the poor man's hotel. He (Sir H. W. Carden) den) denied this, and asserted that the gin palaces were made as attractive as possible for the purpose of seducing the poor man from his home and spending in them the money which ought to be given to his family to provide them with the comforts and necessaries of life.— (Cheers.) He had a deep devotion for the cause, and nothing but an attachment to the lower orders would have induced him to come forward, for the first time in his life, upon those public hustings. (Hear, hear.) Nearly all the liberty in the country arose from drink. Public houses were formerly intended as resting places for the weary traveler, but they had now become temples of iniquity and intemperance. Mr. S. Pope seconded the resolution, which was spoken to by Mr. G. Crickahank, and carried unanimously amid much applause. Mr. Holditch moved— That the legislative prohibition of the liquor traffic is perfectly compatible with rational liberty, and with all the claims of justice and legitimate commerce; and that, therefore, rising above class, sectarian, or party considerations, all good citizens should combine to procure an enactment, prohibiting the sale of intoxicating beverages as affording most efficient in removing the appalling evil of intemperance. Mr. Bowly seconded the resolution, which was carried amid great cheering. A vote of thanks to the Chairman terminated the proceedings. Protect us from "Sportsmen." A stringent law was passed by the Pennsylvania Legislature, at its last session, for the better protection and preservation of game and to more effectively prevent the destruction of insectivorous birds.— Ex. Not prey on singing birds. Less youths who stroll, made a mistake, shooting stray chickens, and popping over whatever feathered encounter may be carrying his morning from the tree-top. Economy should teach me not to destroy them. Let me know if insects. More good than harm. They eat more grubs than corn, and larger than cherries, to their sweet taste. We want such a law in this State. The pretty songsters that come around our houses, city and in country, ought to be protected, alike from bird-nesting boys and bird-destroying gunners. Sportsmen unite to protect the game and have laws for that purpose. Sportsmen do. It is rash or reckless, more caterpillars have the birds, and listen to songs. They will come year after year to the same leafy tree about your house, and rear their pretty broods, part pass, with the little vines that clambered about your door-step, and others and in rows grow in numbers, as the years go by. The birds grow to a family likeness and membership, and learn to have an interest in their human relations that have afforded them protection and cure, and refrained not from scattering suitable food for them. A Hurricane in South Carolina. On Friday evening last, a cloud rose above the horizon in the northwest and blew briskly over the town of Sumter, S.C. It was accompanied by thunder and lightning, a little hail and much rain, but presented no very threatening aspect. In the midst of it, however, a blast blew through the streets, and although it lasted scarcely a minute, it has left its mark for many a day. The streets were in every direction blocked up with fallen trees - chimneys were blown down, fences were prostrated, and some houses injured by falling trees besides a great deal of damage done in smaller particulars. We suppose that a wind like this has never before been known in this vicinity. Had it have blown for any length of time, it must have left a great portion of the town in ruins, rushed over more rapidly than a flight of birds, and was gone, snapping sturdy trunks which had braved many a storm, and performing other strange but inconvenient tricks. The strangest thing about it was, that the wind pitched down from the clouds within our corporate limits, and passed back into the upper chamber before it had reached the outskirts of the town. Another strange thing—as we looked out upon the street from the window of our sanctuary, after the rain, we distinctly saw a beautiful rainbow rising up from the ground within thirty feet of us, and forming a graceful arch a space of fifteen or twenty yards, an unusual sight. Watchman. This Let us know whether legislation makes multitudes poor for the fault of a few. Can So writes the editor of a rum paper in an article about the prohibitory law. The rum traffic has been held up and sustained by legislation, for years, and no traffic or system under heaven has made such a tumult. It has been a scourge and a curse throughout the land—crime and poverty following in its wake. The rum fraternity have grown fat and arrogant over this exclusive legislation, and writhe terribly under a change which remembers the long suffering of the rum traffic. The "poor" rum sellers! The victims of Bitter Writing.— The Herald bombards Prentice, of the Louisville Journal with a half column of words, to which he replies with the following sharp and slinging rifle shot: The New York Herald accuses us directly of being and abolitionist, on the ground of our denunciation of the Missouri invasion of Kansas. The editor of the Herald, if not the greatest liar in the country, he has been for many years the most notorious one. He has been kicked so often for his lies, that although he is said to have become rich, we really doubt whether he has not received more kicks than coppers. If every slanderous lie he has uttered were a coal of fire upon his back, he would be buried under as huge a mountain of fire as ever his father the devil was. A Large Bribe. —At a meeting of the Tenth Ward Temperance Alliance, New York, in the basement of the Allen Street Presbyterian Church, Mr. Allen, an aged citizen, arose and said that he had been imprisoned from a reliable source, that just previous to the passage of the Prohibitory Law, an ex-Aldermen was sent to Albany by the liquor dealers of that city with the sum of $1 for the purpose of purchasing the engraftment of a certain danse into the Prohibitory bill favorable to the liquor traffic. This, he said, was pocketed by one of the Senators, but the clause was not grafted into the bill. The six degrees of crime are thus defined: He who steals a million is only a financier. Who steals a half million is only a defaulter. Who steals a quarter of a million is a windier. Who steals a hundred thousand is a rogue. Who steals a hundred thousand is a rogue. Who steals a hundred thousand is a knave. But he who steals a pair of bools or a loaf of bread is a scoundrel of the deepest dye, and deserves to be lynched. What Love Is. —Love is the most exalted, the most fervent of the human passions. As rivers roll to the ocean, so with lovers do all their thoughts, instincts, and self-denial roll to that mighty ocean, the human heart. Love is the binding dûment of existence, and the world would be a chaos with it. A Pact. —The divine passion of love is not in too great a hurry to occupy the heart of man. Pure woman. 