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Our Inalienable Birthrights Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. NEW SERIES, NO. 7. Office orer Hubbard MONTPELIER, VERMONT, FEBRUARY 7, 1856. 10.

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From Putnam's Magaiinc for February. Living in the Country. The Children are sent to School Old ll.llers An Invitation and Cruel Dlaappoluhnent Our Eldest begins to show Symptoms of a Tender Passion Poetry The JJelodtei of Mother Qjose Little Posterity by the Wayside A Caus-' alty The Drowning of Poor Little Tommy. ''We have smt the children to school. Under the protecting wing tjf 'Mrs.

Sparrowgrass, our two eldest boys paBsod in safety through the narrow channol of orthography, and wore fairly launched on ths great ocean of reading before a teacher was thought of. But when boys got into definitions, and words more than an inch tloio them out, and pay thoic bills once a quarter. Our little maid, five years old, must go with them, too. The boys stipu- that she should go, although she had nev- 11 came home from tho city in tho evening, 1 found them with thoir new cirpot-satohels all ready for the morning. There was qujto a hurrah when I came in.

and they swung their book-knapsacks over oach little shoulder by a Btrap, and stepped ont with great pride, when I said, Well done, my little soldiers." Next morning we saw the old soldiers inarching up the garden-path to the gate, and then the littlo procession halted and the boys waved their caps, and one dear little toad kissed her mitten at us and then away they went with such cheerful faces. Poor old soldiers what a long, long eiego you bar before you Thank Heaven for this great privilege, that our little ones go to school in the country. Not in the narrow streets of the city not over the flinty pavements not amid the crush of crowds, and the din of wheels but out in the sweet woodlands and meadows out in the open air, and under the blue sky cheered on by the birds of spring and summer, or braced by the stormy winds of ruder seasons. Learning a thousand lessons that city children never learn getting nature by heart and treasuring up in their little souls the beautiful stories written in God'8 great picture-book. We have great times now when the old soldiers come home from school in the afternoon.

The whole household is put under martial law until the old soldiers get their rations. Bless their white heads, how hungry they are. Once in a while they get pudding by way of a treat. Then what chuckling and rubbing of little fists, and cheers, as the three white heads touch each Other over the pan. I think an artist could make a charming picture of that group of ur-' chins, especially if he painted them in their ehool-knapsacks.

5 SAMatimoa rrfkk ft. ivlimnaA nf thair minnr JSnnrm-rhdgod ambitions, its puny cartw. its hopes and its disappointments, lne first at-ternoon they returned from school, open flew every satchel, and out came a little book. A conduct-book! There was Q. for good boy and R.

for reading, and S. for spelling, and so on and opposite every letter a good mark. From the early records in tho conduct-books, the school -mistress must have had an elegant time of it for tho first few days, with the old soldiers. Then there came a dark day and on that afternoon, from the force of circumstances, tho old soldiers did not seem to care about showing up. Every little reluctant hand, however, went into its satchel upon requisition, and out came the records.

It was evident, from a tiny legion of crosses in the books, that the mi Press's duties had been rather irksome that morning. So the small column was ordered to deploy in lina fif bntrln. and. after a Hhnrt address, dis missed, without pudding. In consequence, the old soldiers now get some good marks every day.

We begin to observo the first indications of a love for society growing up with their new experiences. It is curious to sco the tiny filaments of friendship putting forth, and winding thoir fragile tendrils around their small acquaintance. What a littlo world it is tho little world that is allowed to go into the menagerie at half price Has it not its joys and its griefs; it cares and its mortifications its aspirations and its despairs Ono day the old soldiers came home in high feather, with a note. An invitation to a party, ''Master Millets compliments, and would be happy to see the Masters and Miss Sparrowgrass to" tea, on Saturday afternoon." What a hurra'fft' there was, when the note was road and how the round eyes glistonod with anticipation and how their checks glowed with the run thoy had had. Not an inch of the way from school had they walked, with that great note.

There was much chuckling over their dinner, too and we observed the glow never left their cheeks, even after thoy wore in bed) and had been asleep for hours. Then all their best clothes had to be taken out of tho drawer and brushed and the best collars laid out and a small silk apron, with profuse ribbons, improvised for our little maid and a groat-to-do generally. Next morning I left them, as I had to go to tho city but the day was bright and beautiful. At noon, the sky grew cloudy. At two clock, it commenced raining.

At three, it rained steadily. When Ireached homo in the evening, t8jr wore all in bed again and I learned thoy bl boon prevented going to the party on account of the weather. Thoy had been dreadfully disappointed," Mrs. Sparrow- grass said so we took a lamp and went up to have a look at them. There thoy lay the hope- lul roses of yesterday, all faded and one poor old soldier was sobbing his sleep.

We begin to think our eldest is nourishing a secret passion, under his bell-buttons. Ho has been seen brushing his hair more than once, lately and, not long since, the two youngest came home orying, without him. Upon investigation, we found our eldest had gone off with a school girl twice his size and, when he re. turned, he said ho had only gone home with her because she promised to put some hay run on his hair. Ho has even had the audacity to ask me to write a pieoe of poetry about her, and of course I complied.

TO MY Bid SWEETHEART, My love lias long brown curls, And blue forget-me-not eyes Site's the beauty of all the girltt But I wish I was twice my size Then I could kiss her cheek, Or venture her lips to taste But now I only can reach the ribbon She tics arouud her waist. Chocolate-drop of my heart I dare not breathe thy name Like a peppermint stick I staud apart In a sweet, but secret flame When you look down on me, And the tassel atop of my cap, I feel as if something had got In my throat, And was choking against the strap. I passed your garden and there, On the clothes lines, hung a few Pantalettes, and one tall pair ltcmiiidcu me, love, of you And 1 thought, as I swuug on the gate in the cold, by myself alone How soon the sweetness of hoarhounddlcs, Buj the bitter keeps on and on. It was quito touching to see how solemnly tho old soldiers listened, when this was being read to them and when I came to tho lines I feel as If something had got In my throat, Awl choking gaiiwfc the strap1' Ivanhoc looked up with questioning eyes, as if he would havo said, how did you know that?" It is surprising how soon children all chil dren begin to love poetry. That dear old la dy Mother Goose what would childhood be her? Let old Mother Gooso pack up her satchel and begone, and a dreary world this would bo for babies No moro Pat-a-cake baker's man no moro Here sits the Lord Mayor no more This littlo pig wont to market; no moro Jack and Jill," going up the hill after that unfortunato pail of water; no more One, two, buckle my shoo;" and Old Mother Hubbard;" who had such an uncommonly brilliant dog! and Simple Simon," who was not so simple as the pieman thought he was and Jacky Horner, whose thumb stands out in childhood's memory like Trajan's legended pillar and the royal architecture of King Boscuin and the peon into court life derived from the wonderful Song of Sixpence what would that dear little half-price world do without them Sometimes, too, the melodious precepts of that kind old lady save a host of rigid moral lessons Tell tale tit," and Cross-patch, draw the latch," are better than twenty household sermons.

And then those golden legends Bobby Shaftoe wont to sea and Little'Miss MufEtt, who sat on a tuffit and the charming moon-story of Littlo Bo Peep with her shadowless sheep and tho capital match Jack Sprat mado, when he got his wife and the wisdom of that great maxim of Mother Goose "Birds of a feather flock together." What could replace theso, should the priceless volumo be closed upon childhood forever? When wo think of the groat world, and its elaborate amusements its balls and its con certs its theatres and its opera-houses its costly dinners, and toilsome grand parties its clanging pianos, and its roaring convivial songs; its carved furniture, splendid diamonds, rouge, And gilding hollow etiquette, and its sickly sentimentalities, what a poor miserable show it makes beside little Posterity, with its toils and pleasures its satchel, and scraps of song, sitting by its slender pathway, and watching with great eyes the dazzling pageant passing by. Littlo Posterity Sitting in judgment by the wayside, and only waiting for a few years to close, before it brings in its solemn verdict. What delicate perceptions children havo, lively spmpathics, quick-eyed penetration. How they shrink from hypocrisy, let it speak with ever so soft a voice and open their littlo chubby arms, when goodness stops into tho room. What a sad-faced group in was that stood upon our bank, the day little Tommy was drowned.

There is a smooth sand beach in front of our house, a small dock, and a boat-house. The rail-road track is laid between the bank and the beach, so that you can look out of the car- windows and see the river, and the palisades, the sloops, the beach, and the boat-house. Ono summer afternoon, as the train flew by the cottage, (for the station is beyond it a short walk), I observed quite a concourse of people on ono side of tho track on tho dock and down by the water's edge. So when the cars stopped, I hurried back over the ground I had just passed and on my way met a man who told me a little boy was drowned in tho water in front of my house. What a desperate raco Sparrow-grass ran that day, with the imago of each of his children successively drowned, passing thro bis mind with the rapidity of lightning flashes When I got in the crowd of peoplp, I saw a poor woman lying lifeless in the arms of two other women some were bathing her forehead, some were chafing her hands, and just then I heard someone say, "It is his mother poor How cruel it was in me to whispor Thank God hut could I help it? To rush up the bank, to get tho boat-house key, to throw open the ontsido doors, and swing out the davits, was but an instant's work and then down went the boat from the blocks, and a volunteer crew had pushed her off in a moment.

Then they slowly rowed her down the river, close in shore for the tide was falHng, and every now and then the iron boat-hook sank under water on its er rand of mercy. Meanwhile we lashed hooks to other poles, and along the beach, and on the dock, a number of men were busy searching for tho body. At last there was a subdued shout it cams from tho river, a little south of the boat-house and the men dropped the poles on the dock, and on the beach, and ran down that way, and we saw a little white object glisten in the arms of tho boat-men, and thon it was laid ten derly, faco downward, on tho grass that grew on the parapet of the rail-way. Poor little fellow Ilo had been bathing on tho beach, and had ventured out beyond his depth in the river, It wiis too lute to recall that little spirit that slondor breath had bubbled up through tho wa- ter half an hour before. The poor people wrapped up the tiny whito death in a warm shawl and one stout fellow took it in his arms and carried it softly along the iron road, follow ed by the concourso of people When I camo up on tho bank again, I thank ed God, for the group of small, sad faces I found there partly for their safety partly for their sympathy.

And we observed that aftornoon, how quiot and orderly the young ones were although tho sun went down in splendid clouds, and the river was flushed with crimson, and the birds sang as thoy were wont to sing, and the dogs sported across the grass, and all nature neeiued to be unconsciously guy over the melancholy casually yot our little ones woro true to themselves, and to humanity. They had turned ovor an important page in life, and they were profiting by the lesson. Dr. Kane. A SKETCH, BY DR.

WILLIAM ELDER. ii en a man's life is heroic, and his name has passed into history, tho world wants to know him personally, intimatoly. The gravo and reverend chronicler," passing over his beginnings, prosonts him abruptly in his full-grown greatness men render the admiration earned, but the sympathetic emulation1! wakened is con cerned to know how he got into his maturity of excellence. This curiosity is not an idleness of tho fancy, but a personal interest in tho facts that springs out of those aspirations which every man upon tho fulfillment of his own des tiny. How camo this man to excel what was in him what happened to dovolop it? Some men arc born great somo havo greatness thrust upon them." How camo this man by it? In it within my reach also? and, by what means? History provokes us with such questions as those: Biography answers them.

Doctor Elisha Kent Kane is not quite thirty-four years old, yet ho has dono more than circumnavigate the globe he has visited and traversed India, Africa, Europe, South America, the islands of the pacific, and twice penetrated the Arctic region to tho highest latitude attained by civilized man. He has encountered the ex-tremest perils of sea and land, in every cliuiato of the globe he has discharged in turn the severest duties of the soldior and tho seaman attached to tho United States Navy as a surgeon, he is, nevertheless, engaged at one time in tho coast survey of the tropical ocean, and in a month or two, we find him exploring tho frigid zono; and all the while that his personal experiences had the character of romantic adventuro, he was pushing them in the spirit of scientific and philanthropic enterprise. As a boy, his instinctive bent impelled him to tho indulgence and enjoyment of such adven ures as were best fitted to train him for tho work before him. His collegiate studies suffered some postponement while his physical qualities pressed for their nocossary training and discipline It was almost in tho spirit of truancy that he explored the Blue Mountains of Vir ginia, as a student of geology, under tho guidance of Professor Rodgers, and cultivated, at once, his hardihood of vital enorgy and those elements of natural science which were to qual- fy him for his after services in the field of physical geography. But, in due time he returned to the pursuit of literature, and achieved the usual honors, as well as though his college studios had 'suffered no' uiversion -hii muselea and nerves were educated, and his brain lost othing by the indirectness of its development, ut was rather corroborated for all the uses which it has served sinco.

He graduated at the University of Pennsylvania first, in itscollegi-ato, and afterwards, in its medical, department. His special rehhses in study indicated his natu ral draft chemistry and surgory natural sci ence in its most intimate convorso with substance, and the remedial art in its most heroic function. He went out from his Alma Mater a good classical scholar, a good chemist, mine ralogist, astronomer, and surgeon. But ho lacked, or thought he lacked, robustness of frame and soundness of houlth. He solicited an appointment in the navy, and upon his admission, demanded active service.

Ho was appoin ted upon tho diplomatic staff as surgeon to tho first American Embassy to China. This position gave him opportunity to explore the Philippine Islands, which he effected mainly on foot. Ho was the first man who descended into the crater of Tael lowered moro than a hundred feot by a bamboo rope from the overhanging cliff, and clambering down somo seven-hundred moro through the scorice, he made a topographical sketch of the interior of this great volcano, collected a bottle of surphurous acid from tho very mouth cf the crater; and, although he was drawn up almost senseless, ho brought with him his portrait of this hideous cavern, and tho specimens which it afforded. Before he returned from this trip, he had as cended the Himalayas, and triangulated Greece, on foot he had visited Ceylon, the Upper Nile, and all the mythologio region of Egypt traversing tho route, and making the acquaintanco of the learned Lepsius, who was then prosecu ting his archaeological researches. At home again, when tho Mexican war broke out, ho asked to bo removed from the Philadel phia Nuvy Yard to the field of a more conge- liul servico but tho government sent him to the Coast of Africa.

Hero ho visited the slave factories, from Capo Mount to the river Bonny and through the infamous Dr. Souza, got access to the baracoons of Dahomey, and contrac ted, besides, tho Coast Fever, from the effects of which he has never entirely recovered. From Africa he returned before the close of tho Mexican war, and believing that his constitution was broken, and his health rapidly going, he called upon President Polk, and demanded au opportunity for service that might crowd tho little remnant of his life with achievements in keeping with his ambition the President, just thon embarrassed by a tempo rary non-intercourse with General Scott, char- god the Doctor with despatches to the General, of great moment and urgency, which must be carried through a region occupiod by the enemy. This embassy was marked by un adventure so rouiantio, and so illustrative of the man, that wo are tempted to detail it. On his way to the Gulf he soourod a horse in Kentucky, such as a knight errant would havo chosen for the companion and sharer of his ad ventures.

Landed ut Vera Cruz, he asked for an escort to convey htm to tho capital, but the officer in command had no troopers to sparo ho must wait, or he must accept, instead, a bund of ruffian Mexicans, calld tho Spy Company who had taken to tho business of treason and trickery for a livelihood. He accepted thorn, and went forward. 'Near Puobla his troop encountered a body ol Mexicans escorting a nuui- ber of distinguished officers to Oriiaba, among whom were Major General Gaona, Jpovernor of Puebla; his son, Maximilian, a3. General Torejon, who command the brilliatffo charge of horso at Buen'a Vista. Tho surpriscwas mutual, but tho Spy company had the iilyantage of the ground.

At tho first instant of the discovery, and before the rascals fully comprehended thoir involvement, the. Doctor shonfed in Spanish, "Bravo! the capital adventure, Colonel, from your line for the charge 'And down they went upon the enemy; Kne and his gallant Kentucky chargor 4nderstand-ing tho principle that scnd(f siiitajlow-candle" through a plank, and" that irijg of a body in its weight multiplied velocity, he dashed through the opposing i.a'nd turning to engage after breaking theirPiiHJie found himself fairly surrounded, jJjjjS-f enemy giving him thoir special One of theso was disposed of in an inr.ant by rearing his horso, who, with a blow of his fore foot, floored his man and whaling suddenly, the Doctor gave the other a word wound, which opened the external iliao artery, und put him hors de combat. This subject of the Doctor's military surgery was tho young Maximilian. Tho brief melee terminated with a cry from tho Mexicans, "We surrender." Two of the officers mado a dash for nn escape, the Doctor pursued them, but soon gave up thochaso. When ho returned, he found his ruffians preparing to massacre tho prisoners.

As ho galloped past tho young officer whom he had wounded, he heard him Sonor, save my father." A group of tho guerrilla guards woro dashing upon the Mexicans, huddled together, with their lances in rest. Ho threw himself before them one of thorn transfixed his horso, unothcr gave him a severe wound in the groin. Ho killed the first-lieutenant, wounded the second-lieutenant, and blow a part of tho colonel's beard off with the last charge of his six-shooter then grappling with him, and using his fists, ho brought the party to terms. The lives of tho prisoners were saved, and tho Doctor reecivod their swords. As soon as General Gaona could reach his son, who lay at a little distance from the scene of the last struggle, the Doctor found I him sittin" by him, recoivin his last adieus.

Shil'ting the soldier and resuming the surgeon, he secured tho artery, and put the wounded man in condition to travel. Tho ambulance got up for the occasion, contained at onco the wounded Maximilian, the wounded second-lieutenant, and tho man that had prepared them for slow traveling, himself on his litter, from the lance wound received in defence of his pris oners hen they readied ruooia, the Doc tor's would prevent tho worst in the party. He was taken to the government house, but the old General, in gratitude for his generous services, Sad hiw' otmvoyed-ta'l his 4wu Generul Childs, American commander at Puebla, hearing of the generosity of his prisoner, discharged him without making any terms, and the old General became the principal nurso of his captor and benefactor, dividing his atten. tions between him and his son, who lay wounded in an adjoining room. This illness of our hero was long and doubtful, and ho was reported dead to his friends at homo.

When he recovered and returned, he was cm-ployed in tho Coast Survey. While engaged in this service, the government by its correspondence with Lady Franklin become committed for an attempt at tho rescue of Sir John and his ill-starred companions in Arctio discovery. Nothing could be hotter addressed to the Doctor's governing sentiments than. this adventuro. Tho enterprise of Sir John ran exactly in the current of ono of his own enthusiasms the service of natural science combined wilh heroic personal effort; and, added to this, that sort of patriotism which charges itself with its own full share in the execution of national engagements of honor; and besides this cordial assumption of his country's debts and duties, there was no littlo force in the appeal of a noblo brave spirited woman to the chivalry of the American Navy.

Ho was bathing in the tepid waters of the Gulf of Mexico, on tho 12th of May, 1850," when he received his telegraphic order to proceed forthwith to Now York, for duty upon the Arctic expedition. In nine days from that dato ho waB beyond the limits of the United States on his dismal voyago to tho North Polo. Of this first American expedition, as is well known to the publio, ho was thosurgoon, tho naturalist, and the historian. It returned disappointed of its main object, aftor a winter' in tho regions of otcrnal ice and a fifteen months' absonco. I Scarcely allowing, himself a day to recover from the hardships of this cruise, he set on foot tho second from which he has returned, after verifyiqg by actual observation tho long questioned existence of an open sea beyond the latitude of 82, and beyond the temperature, also, of 100 bolow tho freezing point.

His Personal Narativo," published in 1853, re counts the adventures of the first voyago, and diecovors his diversified qualifications for such an enterprise. The last voyage occupied two winters in the highest latitudes, and two years and a half of unintormitted labor, with tho risks and respon sibilities attendant. He is now preparing the history for publication. But this part of it which best reports his own personal agency, and would most justly present the man to the reader, will of courso uMuflpresscd. We would gladly supply it, but as yot this is impossible to us.

His journal is private property, the extracts which we may cxpoct will be only too shy of egotism, and his companions have not spoken yet, as somo day they will speak, of his conduct throughout tho torrible struggles whioh together thoy endured. To form anything like an adequate estimato of this last achievement, it is to be recollected that his whole company amounted to but twenty men, and that of this corps or crew he was the commander, in naval phrase and when we are apprised that his -portfolio of scenery, skotched on the spot in ponoil, and in water colors kopt fluid over a spirit-lump, amounts to over three hundred sketches, we have a hint of the extont and variety of the offices ho filled on this voy age. He was in fact the surgeon, sailing-master, astronomer and naturalist, as well as captain and leader of the expedition. This man of all work, and desperate daring and successful doing, is in height about five feet seven inches in weight, say one hundred and thirty pounds or so, if health and rost would but give him leave to fill up his natural measure. His complexion is fair, his hair brown, and his eyes dark gray, with a hawk look.

Ho is a hunter by every gift and grace and instinct that makes up tho character; an excellent shot, and a brilliant horseman. He has escaped with whole bones from all his adventures, but he has several wounds which are troublesome and with 'such general health-as his, most men would call themselves invalids, and live on fur lough from all tho active duties of life yot he has won the distinction of being the first civ ilized man to stand in latitudo 82 30'- andj gaze upon tho open Polar Sea to reach the northernmost point land on the globe to report the lowest temperature ever endured tho heaviest sledgo journeys ever performed and the wildest lifo that civilized man has successfully undergone and to return after all to tell the story of his adventures. Tho secret spring of all this energy is in his religious enthusiasm discovered alike in the generouB spiri of his adventures in pursuit of science in hih enthusiastic fidelity to duty, and in his heroic maintenance of the point of honor in all his intercourse with men. In his department there is that mixturo of shyness and frankness, simplicity and fastidiousness, sandwiched rather than blended, which markB tho man of genius, and tho monk of industry, lie seems confident in himself but not of himself. His manner is remarkable for celerity of movement, alert attentiveness, quickness of comprehension, rapidity of utterance and sententious companions of dictation, which arise from a habitual watchfulness against the betrayal of his own enthusiasms.

Ho seems to fear that bo is boring you, and is always discovering his unwillingness to sit" for your admiration. If you question him about the handsome official acknowledgments of his services by tho British and American governments, or in any way endeavor to turn him upon his own gallant achievements, he hurries you away from the subject to some point of scientific interest which ho presumes will moro concern and engage yourself; or he says or he does some thing that makes yon think ho is occupied with his own inferiority in soiuo matter which your conversation prosonts to him. One is obliged to struggle with him to maintain tho tone of respect which his character and achievements de-serno and when tho interview is never, a feel ing of disappointment remains for the failure in your efforts to ransack the man as you wished, and to render the tribute which jrou owed him. We wish we could be sure that he will not, in his forthcoming work, give us tho drama without its hero; or we wish the expedition and its hero had a chronicler as worthy as he would be were he not tho principol character in tho story. Dr.

Kane's Narrative of tho Expedition, now preparing, and in process of publication by Messrs Childs Potereon of Philadelphia, will embrace the important discoveries mado in the frozen region far beyond the reach of all the predecessors of the American exploring party, and these perilous adventures, crowded with romantic incidents, winch, in me language oi the Secretary of tho Navy, not only excito our wonder, but borrow a novel gtandeur from the truly benevolent constitutions which animated and nerved him to his task." Graham's Magazine, 1856. Prom Littell's Living Age. Death of Red Jacket. Ho was taken suddenly ill in tho Council Houso, of cholera morbus, whero he bad gone that day dressed with more than ordinary care, with all his gay apparel and ornaments. When he returned ho said to his wifo, I am sick I could not stay till the Council had finished.

I shall never recover." Ho then took off all his rich costumo, and laid ft carefully away he reclined himself upon his couch, and did not riso again till morning, or speak except to answer somo slight question. His wifo prepared him medicine, which ho patiently took, but said, It will do no good I shall die." The next day ho called her to him, and requested her and tho little girl ho loved so much to sit beside him, and listen to his parting words. I am going to die," he said. I shall nev er leave tho house again alive. I wish to thank you for your kindness to mo.

You havo loved mo. You havo always preparod my food, and taken caro of my clothes, and been patient with me. I am sorry i ever iroaiou you uasinoiy I am sorry I left you becauso of your new re igion, and am convinced that it is a good reli gion, and has mado you a better woman, and wish vou to persevere in it. I should like to have lived a littlo longor for your sake, meant to build you a new house and make you more comfortublo, but it is now too lute. But I hope my daughter will remomber what I have so often told hor not to go in the stroets with strangers, or assjoiate with improper persons, She must stay with her mother, and grow up a respectable woman.

Whon I am dead it will be noised abroad through all the world they will hear of it across the great waters, and say, Ked Jacket the great orator, is And white mon will oome and ask for my body. They will wish to bury mo. But do not lot them take me. Clothe mo in my simplest dress put on my leggins and mv moccasins, and hang the cross which i havo worn so long around my neck, and let it lie upon my bosom. Thon bury me among my rm.lo.

Neither do 1 wisn to do Duriou wim rfa I wish tho ceremonies to be as like, according to the customs of your now if vou choose. Your minister says the it will so. remaps mey win. u.oy i mi rr wih toTiso with my old comrades. I do not wish to rise among pale faoos.

I wish to be hv red men. Do not make a feast according to the oustoms of tho Indians. Wbon ever my friends chose, they could come and feast with mo when I was well, and I do not wish those who have never eaten with me in asy cabin, toturfeit at my funeral feast." When he had finished, he laid himself again upon the couch, and did not rise again. He lived several days, but was most of the time in a stupor, or else delirious. Ho often asked for Mr.

Harris, tho missionary, and afterwards would unconsciously mutter, I do not hate him; he thinks I hate him, but I do not. 1 would not hurt him." The missionary was sent for repeatedly, but did not return till he was dead. Whon the messenger told him Mr. Harris had not como, ho replied, Very well. The Great Spirit will order it as he sees best, whether I havo an opportunity to speak with him." Again he would murmur, He accused me of being a snake, and trying to bito somebody.

This was very true, and I wish to repent and make satisfaction." Whether it was Mr. Harris that he referred to nil the timo hs was talking in this way could not bo ascertained, as he did not soem to com. prehend if any direct question was put tb him but from his remarks, and his known enmity to him, this was the natural supposition. Sometimes he would think ho saw some of his old companions about him, and exclaim, There is Farmer's Brother why does ho trouble me why does ho stand there looking at me? then he would sink again into a stupof The wife and daughter wero t'le only ones to whom he spoke parting words, or gave a parting blessing but as his last hour drow nigh, his family all g.tthercd around him, and mournful it was to think that the children wero not his own his woro all sloopiug in the little churchyard where he was soon to be laid they wero his step-children the children of his fa vorite wife. These ho had always loved and cherished, and they loved and honored him, for this their mother had taught them.

The wife sat by his pillow, and rested her hand upon his head. At his feet stood the two sons, who are now aged and Christian men, and by his side the little girl, whoso little hand rested upon his withered and trembling palm. His last words were still, "-Whcro is tho missionary? and then he clasped tho child to his bosom, while she sobbed in anguish her oars caught his hurried breathing his arms relaxed their hold she looked up, and he was gone. He had requested that a vial of cold water might be placod in his hand when ho was prepared for tho burial, but the reason of tho request no ono could divine. It was complied with, however, and all his wishes strictly heeded.

The funeral took place in tho littlo mission church, with appropriate, but the most simple ceremonies; and he was buried in the littl mission tho gateway of what was onoe an old fort around him his own people aged men, sachems, chiefs and warriors, and little children. Anecdote op Washington'. On a certain occasion, Gen. Washington invited number of his fellow officers to dine with him. While at tho tablo, one of them uttered an oath.

The General dropped his knife and fork in a moment, and in his deep undertone, and with characteristic dignity and deliberation, said I though' that we all supposed ourselves gentlemen." He then resumed his knife and fork, and went on as before Tho remark struck like an eleotrio shook, and, as was intended, did execution, as his remarks in such cases wero very apt to do. After dinner, the officer referred to remarked to his companion that if tho General had struck him over the headwith his sword, he could have borne it, but tho homo thrust which ho gave him was too much. It was too much for a gentleman. It is to bo hoped that it will bo too much for any one who protonds to be a gentleman. The Tennessee Ghcst.

Seeing in a late Post a notice of the celebrated Cocklane Ghost," of London, I am reminded of another ghost of which I have not before thought for years, that made a great noise and created a tremendous excitement at the time. It made its appearance in Robertson couniy.Tenn., somo thirty years ago, or upwards, at the house of an old Mr. Bell. Hence I call it the Ten nessee Ghost," or perhaps I had better call it the Bell Ghost," as it seemed to have visited his house on account of a daughter he had familiar ly called, Miss Betsey Bell." It was in the form of a voice speaking in difierent parts of the house. It generally, as gliosis are wont to do, manifested itself only in the night and, if I am not mistaken, the lights had all to be put out before it would speak.

It would be heard some times in one part of the house, and sometimes in another moving about from the floor, under the floor, and the walls, to the beds, open space in tho midst of the house, the n.of, The ghost wculd converse freely with porsons and such was the excitement it created, that the house was constantly thronged with perrons from all parts of the country coining even fifty miles or more to hear it. When asked ho'v long it was going to remain, it would reply, Until Joshua Gardner and Beteey Boll get married." Now Mr. Gardner was a very likely young man, who resided in the neighborhood, and with whom the writer of this subsequently bocame well acquainted. Such wasthe numberof people who thronged the house, night after night, that they came near eating old Mr. Bell, out of house and home." Hut the thing could not always last the spell of enchantment was destined to be broken.

It turned out that Miss Betsey Bell was a ventriloquist had, from some c'ueumstance, become aware of the possession of such powers -had fallen in lovo with Mr. Gardner, sud wished him to marry her and had fallen upon this plan to bring about a matrimonial union. But Joshua Gardner an Bolsey Ball never married and the ghost at length vanished int air," as is generally the end of all ghosts. There are numbers now living, in Robertson county, llmrictn. and elsewhere, who heard this ghost, and were well acquainted with the circumstances.

Saturday Evening Post, A Colored Discourse. My lex', brudereri and sisterin, will be foun' in de fus' chapter ob Genesis, and de twenty-seben verse So de Lor make man jus' like Hese'f." Now my bruderen, you see that in de beginuin' ob de world, ds Lor' make Adam. I tole you how he make him be make him out ob clay, an' he sot him on a board, an' he look at him an' ho say Furs-rate an' when he got dry, he brcthe in 'im the breff ob life. He put 'im in de garden ob Eden, an' he sot 'uirjn one corner ob de lot, an' he tole 'im to eat all de apple' 'cepten' dem in de middle ob de orchard dem he wanted for de winter apples. Byme-by Adam he got lonesome.

So de Lor' make Ebe. I tole you how he make her. He gib Adam lodnom, till he got sounq sleep den he gouge a lib out he sido, and make Ebe an' he sot Ebe in de corner ob do garden an' he tole her to eat all de apples, 'centen' dern in do middle ob de orchard; dem he want for winter-apples. Wun day de Lor' go out a bisitin': de debhil come 'long hodresi hisself in do skin ob de snake, an he find Ebe an' he lole her Ebe why for you no eat de apples in do middle ob de orchard Ebe say: Dem de Lor's winter But de debbil say 'I tole you for to eat dem, case deys do best apples in de So Ebe eat de apple, an' gib Adam a bite an' de debbil go away. Byme-by do Lor' come home, an' he miss de winter-apples an' he call Adam you Adam? Adam he lay low So do Lor' call again: 'You 'Hea! an' de Lor' say; Who Btole de winter-apples Adam tole 'im he don't know Ebo, he espec' So do Lor call Ebe Ebe she say low de Lor call again You Ebe Ebe say Hea Lor'.

De Lor' say: Who stole de Ebe tole 'im she don't know Adam she expec' So de Lor' cotch 'em bofT, an' he trow dem ober de fence, an' he tole dem, Go work for your libiu'l' Knickerbocker. The following incident we find in Knickerbocker fur February "Our little four-year old boy is a practical-amalgamationist. Going out the other morning for our daily tramp over the hills, we found him playing with a litile colored boy of his own age, as happy as a lark. We gave him a kiss, and was passing on, when he said, pointing to the lit'le black boy, with a sorrowful expression, as if he had been neglected or overlooked, Fader, kisa Abey His colored friend was purging ihick amber at the time, and the request struck us forcibly as one not to be complied with. No: though he had washed him in and uvula bis faco never so we don't think we could have done the deod So we passed on, musingly, thinking alone of the frank and ingen U9us sympathies of children." Love Amono the Turks.

A young man desperately in love with a girl at Stancho, eagerly sought to marry her, but his proposals were rejected. In consequence of his disappointment, he bought somo poison and destroyed himself. The Turkish police instantly arrested the father of the young woman, as the cause, by implication, of the young man's death, under the fifth species ef homicide he became, therefore, amenable for this act of suicide. When the case came before the magistrate, it was urged literally, by the accusers, that if he, the accused, had not a daughter, the deceased would not have fallen in love, consequently, he would not have been disappointed, and had not died. Upon all these counls, he was mulcted to pay the price of the young man's life which was fixed at eighty piastres, and was accordingly exacted.

Waggish Chaplain. The Fairmount Vir ginian says the Rev. Henry Clay Dean, the present Chaplain to the United States benate, was some years ago, a resident of North-Western Virginia. While preaching one day at a church situated a few miles from Fairmount he was an noyed by the inattention of his congregation, as manifested in turning their heads to see every body that came in. Brelhen." said he, it is very difficult to preach, when thus interrupted.

Now, do you listen to me, and I will tell you tho name of every man as he enters the church." Of course this remark attracted universal atten tion. Presently some one entered. Brother William Sutterfield called out the preacher, while that "brother" was astonished beyond measure, and endeavored in vain to guess what was the matter. Another person came in. "Brother Joseph Miller!" bawled out the preacher, with a like result and so perhaps, in other cases.

After a while the congregation were amazed at hearing the preacher call out, in a loud voice" A little old man, with a blue coat and white hat on! Don't know wno ne You may look for yourselves A Good Rrasom. A couutry pedagogue had two pupils, to one of whom ne was very and to the other very severe. One morning it happened that these boys were very late, and were called to give an account of it. You must have heard the bell, boys wny did you not come Please, sir," eaid tne iavoriie, was dreamin' that I was goin' to California, and I thought tho school bell was the steamboat bell I was goin' in." Very well," said the master, glad ot a pre text to excuse his favorite and now, turning to the other lad, what have you got to say 1 Please, sir, please," said the ptmlcd boy, was waitm' to see Tom off! Colonol Watson is a fine looking man, isn't he?" said a friend to mo lately. "Yes," I replied.

I was taken for him the other day, continued oiy friend. Yon said why, you are as ugly as gin!" 1 don't care for that, 1 was taken for him once 1 indorsed his bill, and 1 was taken for him by the bailiff. Pretdnder to a crows. A lady's bennel..