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'Some of these songs abound with poetical images; for example, a lover will compare his mistress to a young date just ripened; the jetty hue of her skin to the wing of a raven; her teeth to pearls; her eyes to the sun; and her breath to the otto of roses; her voice to the erbab, and her kisses to honey, or the sugar brought from Egypt. The Arab songs are also very pretty, and generally in the same style. A young man once took much pains to teach me one; composed, as he said, by a relation of his own. He sang it, as is the Arab custom, in a voice low and monotonous, though far from disagrecable. The hero of the piece is one of the Waled Suliman; he is riding to see a girl whom he admires, but who belongs to another tribe. As nearly as I can recollect, the words ran

thus:

Here I am, well mounted, on a horse whose ears are like pens, who runs like an antelope,

and knows none but his master. My new red cap becomes me well; my sword is sharp, my pistols well cleaned, and my belt shines in the sun. As the heart of the pigeon beats when she finds she is robbed of her young,so will my love's heart beat when she sees me. She will not allow the dog to bark, and she will leave the tent as if in search of wood. Should her kinsmen see her with me, she shall not fall under their displeasure. I will lift her on my horse and fly with her; for my steed has ears like pens, he runs like an antelope, and knows none but his master. My new targaia becomes me well; my sword is sharp, my pistols clean, and my belt shines in the sun.'

PICTURE OF A POLISH PEASANT.

PUTNAM AND THE BRITISH OFFICER.

It is well known that during the old French war

occasioned, for which no subsequent care or skill can offer any remedy. In passing along much jealousy existed between the British and the streets of this vast metropolis, (New-York,) the Provincial officers. A British Major, how continually is the eye offended and the deeming himself insulted by General (then heart pained at the contemplation of objects Captain) Putnam,sent him a challenge. Put-whose life is rendered miserable by the unpar nam, instead of giving him a direct answer, donable carelessness, or even wanton cruelty, of requested the pleasure of an interview with the nurses. How often does it happen that acci Major. He came to Putnam's tent and found dents, which immediate surgical skill might have him seated on a small keg, quietly smoking his remedied, are kept secret from parents merely pipe. He demanded what communication, if to screen a domestic from well deserved censure, any, Putnam had to make. 'Why, you know,' until they assume a character in which all know. said Putnam, 'I'm but a poor miserable Yankee, ledge is quite unavailing for the purposes of and never fired a pistol, in my life, and you cure. Care is necessary to guard the limbs and must have an undue advantage over me.- vertebræ against heedless and unnatural exerHere are two powder-kegs; I have bored ation; as the body may easily (if not actually hole and inserted a slow-match in each; so if humped) be stinted and dwarfed in its growth, you will just be so good as to seat yourself there and the limbs misshapen and weakened by too I will light the matches; and he who dares sit much walking or standing, before the bones bethe longest without squirming, shall be called come sufficiently hardened and consolidated to the bravest fellow.' The tent was full of offiendure pressure. Whenever fatigue is produced, cers and men, who were hugely tickle at this device of the 'old wolf,' and compelled the Ma- either to the infant or to the nurse, no more rational or beneficial plan can be adopted than the jor by their laughter and exhortation; to squat. The signal was given, and the matches lighted. Indian fashion of laying the child on the mat or Putnam continued smoking quite indifferently, on the floor, where it may roll about at pleasure, without watching at all their progressive dimi- bringing all the muscles and joints into health. nation; but the British officer, though a brave ful and natural action.

fellow, could not help casting longing, linger-
ing looks downwards, and his terrors increased
asthe length of his match diminished. The
spectators withdrew one by one to get out of the
reach of the expected explosion. At length,
when the fire was within an inch of the keg, the
Major, unable to endure longer, jumped up,
drawing out his match, cried, 'Putnam, this is
wilful murder! draw out your match-1 yield
The devil!' cried Putnam, my dear fellow,
don't be in such a hurry; they're nothing but
legs of onions!" The major was suddenly
missing.

FEMALE SOCIETY.

If there is any particular recreation which more than all others tends to preserve the moral senses from pollution, the affections from going into decay, to raise the manners and improve

The Boston Transcript thus facetiously heralds the recent clection:

TING-A-LING! TING-A-LING! TING-A-LING! All those 'ere passengers what's agoin' to take passage up Salt River, in the steamer Minority, on Monday next, will please step to the Cap'as office and settle. Gemmen who has two tickets may secure state-rooms in the cabin, but gem. men who has only one ticket, will have bunks made up in the streerage. Individuals what as deck passengers, must provide their own grub. No smoking aft, and no passenger allowed to fry sassengers or roast cheese at the furnaces. No credit given at the bar, and no more lug. gage will be allowed than can be put in a hand

kercher-cause the boat's crank.

sleep midships, and mind the roll, so as to keep Notobeny.—Them as are fat and heavy, must

the boat in trim.

BONAPARTEIANI.

I have never met with two more characteris

tic anecdotes of Napoleon than the following, which may be found in the 'Memoires du General Rapp.'

the heart,' it is the frequent intercourse with
sensible and well educated females. I do not
mean that these advantages are to be sought for
or expected in the crowded ball-room or fashion-
able parties. These are too often the hot-beds
where the rank weeds of dissipation shoot up
their deadly luxuriance, and wither the seeds of
virtue. It is rather in the exchange of thought 'Fesche was about to remonstrate with Napo
in the hour of social intercourse, that the influ-leon on the war in Spain. He had not uttered
two words, when Napoleon, drawing toward the
window, asked, 'Do you see that star ?"—it was
broad day. No,' replied the archbishop. 'Well,
as long as I alone can perceive it, I follow my
plan, and suffer no observations. On his re
turn from the Russian campaign, he was deplo
ring with deep emotion the death of so many
gallant soldiers, mowed down, not by the hand
of the Cossacks, but by cold and hunger. A
courtier seeking to put in his word, added, with
a pitiful tune-We have indeed suffered a great
loss.' 'Yes,' rejoined Napoleon, 'Madame Ba-
rilli, the sinner, is dead.”

Mr. Stephens, in speaking of a Polish peasant who accompanied him, as a guide or conducteur, in his journey from Warsaw to Cracow, says: Without having seen him, I had calculated upon making ordinary human intelligence, to some extent, a medium of communication; but I found that I had been too soaring in my ideas of the divinity of human nature. When I returned to the hotel I found him lying on the side walk asleep; a servant kicked him up, and pointed me out to him as his master for the journey. He ran up and kissed my hand, and be-ence of woman delights, cheers, and improves. fore I was aware of his intention, stooped down and repeated the same salutation on my boots. An American, perhaps, more than any other, scorns the idea of man's debasing himself to his fellow man; and so powerful was this feeling in me, that before I went abroad I almost des. pised a white man whom I saw engaged in a menial office. I had outlived this feeling; but when I saw a strong, athletic white man kneel down and kiss my boot, I could almost have spurned him from me. His whole dress was a long shirt coming down to his feet, supported by a broad leather belt eight inches wide, which he used as a pocket, and a low, broad-brimmed hat, turned up all round, particularly at the sides,and not unlike the head gear of the Lebanon Shakers.

Here there is artificial excitement to lead a false
glory in her cheek, or a deceitful volubility to
her tongue. I value far higher the hour passed
in the society of an intelligent, accomplished
female, than all the giddy scenes of the theatre
or the ball-room. I had rather stand in the
shadow of such a woman by moonlight, than
promenade Broadway with the most fashionable
belles in the city of New-York.

CARE OF THE HUMAN FIGURE DURING INFANCY.

The beauty of the human figure deponds essentially on skilful and careful nursing during infancy. At that delicate period the bones are soft and the joints easily displaced; and, therefore, deformities and dislocations are frequently

N. P. Willis has named his beautiful residence neighbor, not to be behind him in the romantic, near Owego, 'Glen Mary,' and a good natured

has christened his 'Glen Betsy."

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THE CASKET.

EDITED BY E. B. KILLEY AND B. J. LOSSING.

POUGHKEEPSIE, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1833.
HOLIDAYS. This is (or formerly was) holiday

POUGHKEEPSIE CASKET.

'wassail bowl' so much celebrated in the old English
poets and minstrels, and was first used in England at
the time of the interview between Vortigern and Row-
ena. As the King approached, Rowena knelt down,
and presenting him with a cup of wine, exclaimed,
'Lord King, was heil!'-('Lord King, health be to
you!") Vortigein did not understand the Saxon lan-

THE CHAPLET OF COMUS.

A certain critic being asked what he thought of Lady Morgan's 'Book of the Boudoir,' said, 'It is a tawdry tissue of tedious trumpery; a tessellated texture of threadbare theory; a trifling transcript of trite twaddle, and trespassing tittletattle.'

DROLL LOGIC.-The editor of a paper in Provipull off the left stocking last. This, as may be suppo sed, created some little stir among his fair readers, and while, in positive terms, they denied the statement, they at the same time declared that he had no business to no gentleman. He proved it, however, by a short aiknow it, even if such was the fact, and pronounced him gument. "When one stocking is pulled off first there left stocking off last,' is another left on-and pulling off this, is taking the

week, but where do we see evidence that the 'seven guage, but an interpreter informed himn of the meaning, dence lately informed his readers that the ladies always and that he should reply, 'Drine heil,'-('Drink the days sabbath' has arrived, commanding a general ces-health.') He did so, Rowena drank, and the King resation from labor, to enjoy, during the interim from ceiving the cup from her hand, kissed and pledged her. Christmas till New-Year, those pleasures and sports It soon became the custom in villages on Christmas and which were formerly the delight of all ages, sexes, and condition? Nowhere. The merchant (as usual) dis-New Year's eves, and on Iwelfih-night, for wanderplays his goods and invites custom, the hammer of the ing minstrels to carry to the houses of the nobility and artisan is heard, and the flail of the husbandman and gentry, a bowl of spiced wine, which being presented with the word. Was heil, was called the wassail bowl. the wheel of the spinster are busy throughout the land. Hence the custom, of which we retain a faint resemHalleck summed up the character of civilized nations, blance. The English yet display many of the ancient and especially the 'universal Yankee nation,' when he hospitalities of Christmas, and the houses of the nocalled this a 'bank-note world.' Aye, it is 'bank-notes' bility are generally thrown open during the festival.

'LIFE OF CHRIST.'-We intended to have noticed

Mr. Chitty, the celebrated author of English law books, consigned the task of making the index to his works to one or more of the students in his office. 'I had occasion,' said a friend of Mr. Chitty, 'to look into your new work this mo ning to the subject of bail. Upon fir.ding the title, I was thus referred, See Mr. Justice Best, page 270. Upon finding Mr. Justice Best, page 270, I was thus referred, See Great Mind, page 340; and upon finding Great Mind, page 340, I came at length to the end of my search, and read thus, 'The bail being guilty of a contempt of court, Mr. Justice

that we are all after, and it mitters not what may be
our creed in politics, morals or religion-whether dein-
ocrat, aristocrat, or mobɔcrat-whether Pharisee, Sad-
ducee or Essence-Jew, Gentile, or Pagan, bank-in or last number a handsome little volume just pub-
lished by the Harpers, bearing the above title. Like
ates' we are after; and society presents one grand the other scasonable gilt-books we have noticed, it is
scene of jostling and elbowing for the 'raga.' To be
sure, we love the 'siller' too, but bank-notes!' there is beautifully illustrated by ADAMS, from designs by Best said he had a great mind to commit him

something so charming in the vignettes and counters, that they set the world all agog. And this scramble has frightened many of the salutary and pleasing customs of our early boyhood far, far away; and good St. Nichelas, or 'Santa Claas,' scarcely dare tread among us to scatter his doughnuts and peppermints, whips and thimble cakes, into the pendant stockings of his juvenile believers, for fear of some violence to his corns, his ribs or his pipe!

The truth is, we have, or think we have, no time for holiday sports. In everything, we go upon the rail-road principle, and we cannot stop by the way to bowl at The theatre suits, nine-pins, toss a ball, et cetera. because it despatches business, and enacts the scenes of days within the space of three hours. A lecture requiring two hours to elucidate the subject properly, must be compressed into the space of thirty minutes, or it becomes 'telious. A long sermon, let it be never so impressive or instructive, is at once voted a bore, and nothing lengthy will be tolerated but speeches in congress-and they make up for all the rest.

Chapman and others. The work is a compilation,
giving the history of the life and sayings of our Saviour
while on earth, in the language of the Evangelists, so
harmoniously arranged as to form a perfect whole.
Separated as the narrative (if we may so term it) is
from the other subjects and characters treated on in
the four Gospels, it affords to the young mind a perfect
and perspicuous view of the labors of Christ here,
which fact renders it an interesting and useful gift-book
for youth. It may be had at the bookstores.

DR. FRANKLIN, -We have before us

a fac

simile of a letter addressed by Dr. Franklin to a Mr.
Graham, member of the British parliament during the
American revolution, and one who took a stand against
the Colonies in their eventful struggle for freedom. For
comprehensive brevity and keen sarcasm combined, we
have never seen it excelled. But it shows the charac
ter of the man, as frugal in the disposition of his own
time, and that of others; and well would it be for the
nation if our legislators would but imitate his example,
for he was never known while in congress to make a

speech exceeding a half hour in length, yet he always
said all that was necessary. But to the letter.

Bit among all this everlasting attention to business, this continual bending of all our energies in the accumulation of the riches of mammon, the question should 'PHILAD'A, JULY 5, 1775. bo asked, Are we really wealthier and happier? Do Mr. Graham,-You are a Member of Parliament we have more pure enjoyment than the intellectual German, the rural Swiss, or even the busy yet sport- and one of that Majority which has doomed my Counloving Englishman? The German finds time to smoke try to Destruction.-You have begun to burn our his pipe, go to the opera, and enjoy almost an hundred Towns, and murder our People!-Look upon your holidays in the course of a year; and yet he has Hands!-They are stained with the Blood of your Rewealth, and what is paramount, happiness. The Swisslations!-You and I were long Friends;-You are finds time to dance upon the green with the village lasses, and enjoy rural sports of every kind; and he too is comfortable and happy. Happiness is

-our being's end and aim,'

but we Americans have a queer way of seeking for treasure. Weimagine that we see it in the possession of 'bank-notes,' and for them we sacrifice health and rational amusements, and pile care on care like 'Ossa on Olympus' on our minds, to obtain that which we must soon leave; for, by the time that we get an amount worth having, we are old enough, and tired enough, to undress for the grave, and lie down to our eternal sleep, leaving our 'bank-notes' to enable some graceless scamp, perhaps, to 'strut his brief hour,' without once thinking of the band that labored for, and the prudence that preserved, that which gives him a title to gentility. But we did not sit down to pen a moral lecture upon the evils of money-getting, but merely to take a passing note of the holiday just passed.

The festival of Christmas formerly lasted seven days, during which time sports and revelries were participated in by all classes. The origin of the custom of making a large bowl of hot, spiced liquors, generally called 'hot rum,' on Christmas and New Year's eves, may not be generally known. It is nothing less than the

now my Enemy-and I am yours. B. FRANKLIN,'

NEW PERIODICAL.-We understand that N. P.
WILLIS and Dr. PORTER (the latter, we believe, is
the spirited and racy editor of the 'Spirit of the Times,'
a sporting journal,) intend to commence with the new
year, a weekly literary paper. WILLIS has been long
connected with the 'New-York Mirror,' and is favor1-
bly known to the public; so also is the talented Dr.
PORTER. Yet we can scarcely see a bright pecuniary
prospect in view for their engaging in this project, for
some of our literary periodicals now published are
scarcely able to maintain vitality, and one of them ('A-
merican Monthly') recently 'shuffled off this mortal
coil.' It deserved starvation, however, for the editor
became politically bellicose, and made that professed
literary journal, a decided party paper. It was mor-
tally wounded in less than two months after it joined
the campaign, and did not survive till the ides of No
vember. We hope the new paper will be successful,
and we hope too that it will be more decidedly Ameri-
can than som of our publications are. We have got
a sufficiency of foreign twaddle floating among us al-
ready.

I 'Rosa' and 'E.' in the next number.

We once heard of a drunken preacher, who when about to baptize a child, was unable to recollect his name. After puzzling his gin-soaked brain for a few moments, he turned round and exclaimed with a perplexed and maudlin stare at the congregation, 'Why, this is the most difficult child to christen that I ever

saw in my life.'

A country carpenter having neglected to make a gibbet (which was ordered by the executioner) on the ground that he had not been paid for the last he erected, gave so much offence that the next time the Judge went to circuit he was sent for. 'Fellow,' said the Judge, in a stern tone, 'how came you to neglect making the gibbet that was ordered on my account?' 'I humbly beg your honor's pardon,' said the carpenter, 'had I known it had been for your lordship, it should have been done immediately.'

An old gentleman, who used to frequent one of the coffee houses in Dublin, being unwell, thought he might make so free as to steal an opinion concerning his case. Accordingly, one day, he took the opportunity of asking one of the faculty,' who sat in the same box with him, what he should take for such a complaint? 'Advice,' said the doctor.

'Your hand annoys me,' said a gentleman to a talkat've person, who was constantly suiting the action to the word. Indeed,' replied the babbler, 'we are so crowded at table, I do not know where to put my hand.' 'Put it into your mouth,' said the other.

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THE BOQUET,

From Alexander's Weekly Messenger. THE INDIAN. Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were, A school boy's tale-the wonder of an hour.

CHILDE HAROLD.

The wild beast from his covet broke,
The wild fowl clave the vacant air,
The birch boat felt the paddle's stroke,
And the young eaglet nestled there,
Around, above, below, was heard
The sweet voice of that fabled bird

Which erst Philomela was called.
The woods were vocal-on each spray
The mock-bird sung his varied lay,
And each looked beauteous and gay,
From icy fetters disenthralled.

A stranger came-with lowering mein
And aspect dark-with lordly pride
He trode the forest paths-I ween,
Lord of the soil-and all beside-
He ranged the wild-wood-cvery flower,
That e'er adorned a lady's bower,

Beneath his feet in beauty grew;
And these were his-and as he prest
The eaglets from their storm-rock nest,
To cleave the vaulted blue-

I could discern a look of pride
Flashing in his dark black eye,
To think the glorious prospect wide
Was his-e'en to the star-gemmed sky.

A maiden form beside him stood;

Oh, do not ask! words cannot show That maiden's beauty; as the flood Bears on its bosom many a prow Of precious cargo-never telling The treasure on its bosom dwelling, Upborne upon its heaving breast,So in that maiden's eye unknown The syren glance of love had flown, And made its rosy nest.

A mother came-and by her side
Her cherub boy, in childhood's glee;
And as he aped his father's stride,

Or clambered on that mother's knee,
A smile lit up her raven eye
To see her loved one standing by;
And as she clasped him to her heart,
Undreaming they were soon to part
By white man's guile-by white man's art,
No mother near his eyes to close:
Say, you who know a mother's joy,
When gazing on her first-born boy,
Was her's not bliss without alloy;
Dreamt she of future foes?

A century had passed-and where

Was he, the lord of by-gone days? The soil, the clime, the boat was there, The wild fowl with its matin laysBut where was he? did he still roɩm Unchecked, untamed, his forest home; Or did he bend the suppliant knee, A slave in lands his fathers trod; Nought left save but the Indian's God, To tell he once was free?

Where is that maiden? on her brow
There plays no smile of gladness now;
That youthful mother, dark and low,
She slumbers with her boy.
The Indian is gone!-Oh, ask not his story,
Let it never be known how he sank to his rest,
"Twill tarnish the flag of American glory,

'Twill sully her name and dishonor her crest.
With open arms the Indian gave
That soil-now but the Indian's grave:

What-but ingratitude,

So long could nerve the red man's arm, To do the sons of white men harm,

And keep alive the feud?

'Tis past-let him sleep in oblivion's dark shade, His wrongs and his sorrows be it ours to forget, For he fell by the arts of the white man betrayed; And he, round whom the sunbeams of glory had played,

Now mourns: for the star of his glory has set,
On history's page the deed is told,

On history's page the reason given,
How white men, for accursed gold,

To hell have turned the Indian's heaven,
With many a sigh thy doom we speak,
With many a tear thy wrongs survey,
As o'er the past our memories stray,
Ere treachery had made thee weak.
Chicago, Nov. 5, 1838.

From the Boston Evening Gazette. THE BUTTONWOOD TREE. They may sing of their mountains, their statues and fountains,

Of skies far more fair than hang over the free, Of the Rhine and its rills, and its castle-crown'd hills; But me I will sing of a Buttonwood Tree.

Pride of our neighborhood, friend of my childhood,

The spring-time has come and the birds are in glee, They're over thee singing, they round thee are winging,

They rest on thy branches, proud Buttonwood

Tree.

Don't listen to Phillis, nor even our Willis,

(I have just been reading the Mirror, you see,) They'd call it a sycamore-oh, do but give o'er And let it alone-'tis a Buttonwood Tree.

Pride of our neighborhood-friend of my childhood,
My grandsire he called it so-so let it be,
He planted a button ball, close to the meadow wall,
From it arose our own wide spreading tree,

Friend of my childhood, queen of the wild wood,
Often my grandsire has led me to thee,
Often he's bless'd me as he has caress'd me,
And talked of old times underneath the old tree.

The little bright riv'let, close to it flowing yet,
Wends just as merrily over the les,
As when it reflected, a child once neglected,
Whose favorite retreat was beneath the old tree.

Often the traveller, weary and worn with care,
Far from his home, to shelter doth flee,
Here as reclining, ne'er thinks of repining,

But offers up thanks underneath the old tree.

Here too the bright-eyed boy, laughing aloud with joy,
Hails his companion as merry as he;

Here too the little maid, comes to the leafy shade,
Blithe as the sky-lark that sings o'er the tree.

And here the happy pair, youth and the maiden fair,
Breathe forth their vows, and the stars only see;
Here their first kisses are mingled with blisses,
As pure as the night-dews that fall on the tree.

Here the young mother, the joy of another,

Oft lulls to its slumbers the babe on her knee, And smiles at beholding its features unfoldingThey speak of its father beneath the old tree.

And here I've seen sleeping, while friends were near weeping,

Sound was his sleep-'tis remembered by me;

His days they were number'd-how peaceful he slumbered,

The old man that planted the Buttonwood Tree.

Pride of our neighborhood, friend of my childhood,

Long may'st thou flourish, and wave o'er the free; Long may thy shadow be spread o'er the meadowMy blessing be on the old Buttonwood Tree.

ELIZABETH HAWES.

NEW YEAR'S ODE. Hark! stern Winter's voice is sounding O'er the air and ocean's wave! Gloomy clouds the sky surrounding, Swiftly roll where tempests rave! Cheerful hearts are now the lightest; Smiling nymphs are now the brightest.

Hail with joy the New Year's morning,
Bid adieu to every care;
Innocence each face adorning,
Adds new beauties to the fair.
Ye whom virtue renders dear,
To your Eden hasten near.

Time speeds on with rapid pinions,
Soon with all his reign is o'er ;
Through the earth's remote dominions,
Strides his desolating power.

Ere another year thou greetest,
Death may be the lot thou meetest.

Seize the moments while they linger,
Every golden hour improve,
While meek Faith's unerring finger
Points thy soul to realms above.

There thy spirit's wings may brighten;
There may Heaven its powers enlighten.
Banish every fear and sorrow,
Cheerful minds should flee from gloom;
Sunny rays may paint the morrow,
And thy pleasant path illume.

Youthful hearts are now the lightest,
Pleasure's smile is now the brightest.

From an English Annual for 1839.
THE DYING ROSE.
Not for thy beauty, dying rose,
Dost thou upon my breast recline,
Thy short and silent life to close
So near the latent spring of mine.
But for thy precious soul, my flower,
I choose thee a my bosom friend;
And sweetest in thy saddest hour
The off'rings froin thy heart ascend!

I see thee take the hue of death;
And ne'er again thy tender form
Shall tremble at the tempest's breath,
Or bend and weep amid the storm.

For, like a broken phial, thou

Thine odors on the air dost pour. They are thy passing spirit, now That earth shall claim and hold no more!

Back to thy maker, pure and free,

Unseen thy rising essence goes: For this thou art more dear to me→ More lovely still, poor dying rose!

HANNAH F. GOULD.

THE POUGHKEEPSIE CASKET,

Is published every other SATURDAY, at the office of the POUGHKEEPSIE TELEGRAPH, Main-street, at ONE DOLLAR per annum, payable in advance. No subscriptions enved for a less term than one year.

The CASKET will be devoted to LITERATURE, SCIENCE, and the ARTS; HISTORICAL and BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES MORAL and HUMOROUS TALES; ESSAYS, POETRY, and MISCELLANEOUS READING.

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From the Youth's (N. Y.) Magazine.

catch the rays of the morning sun. Although botanical plants are, perhaps, in equal proporThe Wesleyan University (a view of which the University is so elevated as to overlook the tion. accompanies this number) is situated in Middle-village, and command a fine prospect of the re- Another local advantage for a collegiate institown, Connecticut. The site is remarkably fine, ceding river above and below the town, yet this tution at Middletown is the fact, there is very so considered by all who have seen it. The vil-elevation is but a mound thrown up in the cen- little temptation to dissolute habits. It is not a lage of Middletown, which is, in fact, an incor-tre of a large valley. From this position, as large business place, and the population is genporated city, is built upon the right bank of the from an observatory, the eye of the spectator erally moral, and the state of society rather eleConnecticut River, at a point where the river takes in a general but beautifully-varied outline vated and refined. The inducements for gentletakes a bold sweep to the west, for the purpose, of higher and distant eminences, embosoming men of fortune and leisure to make this a family as it would seein, to welcome to its embrace two the town in the centre of a vast amphitheatre. residence are stronger than the attractions for busmaller streams, the one on the north and the Byond the river, at the distance of about four |siness; so that the population will always be more other on the south of the city. These streams miles, is the 'Cobalt Mountain,' a hill which takes select than in more commercial towns, and will afford water power for a number of manufacto-its name from a cobalt mine found there. A lit never be so great as to prove injurious to the quiet ries of different descriptions, which, while they tle at the right of this perspective, and not half and safety of a literary institution; while, at the add to the business and population of the place, the distance, are the 'White Rocks,' which are same time, located as it is upon the thoroughfare are so far removed from the village as not to dis-the purest and richest locality of felspar, per- of the Connecticut, it enjoys all the necessary furb its quiet or mar its beauty. They constitute haps, in the country. At the west is a range facilities of access and transportation. in fact a portion of the pieturesque, which is so of trap-rock mountains, forming the intermediabundant in the environs of Middletown. Be-ate links between the mount Holyoke and mounted in the print, two others, the one a chapel

Tom in Massachusetts on the north, and West
Rock near New-Haven on the south; while on
the north and south the valley is closed up by
picturesque and beautiful hills. A ride around
the distant environs of this verdant amphithea
tre gives a new view at every new ascent.

tween these streams the land swells up from the
river by a pleasing and comfortable ascent, about
one third of a mile, where you reach the Uni-
versity buildings. The principal part of the
city lies between these buildings and the river;
consisting mostly, not of compactly-built streets,
but of insulated white dwellings, built in good This region, so beautiful in its physiological
taste, surrounded by gardens, and embowered in character, is also remarkably rich in specimens
ornamental and fruit trees; so that from some of natural history, especially in botany, mineral-
of the neighboring hill tops this lovely and ruralogy, and ornithology, affording most favorable
village appears like a wood nymph laving her opportunities for improvement in these sciences.
feet in the limpid waters of the Connecticut, and
spreading out her swelling bosom, wreathed in
verdant garlands, and sparkling with pearls, to

Within a circuit of 12 or 15 miles' radius, from
the University as a centre, may be found a great
variety of different kinds of minerals, and the

It is proposed to add to the buildings, exhibit

building next south, and the other an edifice, of the same size with the large northern edifice, still farther south, for students' rooms; thus throwing the public edifices in the centre, and the dormitories of the students in the extremes. These two edifices are already needed for the accommodation of students, and nothing but the want of means has prevented their being commenced the present season. If ever additional buildings to those now proposed should to needed, there is still room, north and south, for wings running the other way, with the end fronting to the east. This would constitute a noble suite of buildings, on a convenient plan, and of

Never mind, Septima, what your sister can do,' here interrupted her mother. Mr. Wag will find out all her qualities in time. Amy, my love, what is the matter with you?—you seem very dull,' added she, with an impressive affecta. tion.

Amy gave a sigh.

an imposing appearance. The writer of this has
little doubt that, if the Methodist Episcopal
Church continues to prosper as it has done,some||
of the youthful readers of this description will
see in their day the entire plan carried out, and
all these literary halls crowded with youths who
shall have come to these fountains of knowledge
and piety, to drink at the same time from the
waters of Helicon and the brook of Siloah. The
character of the present students leads us to pre-
sume what will be the character of those who
shall follow. Rarely has it been known in any
college, I believe, that so many youths have been
collected together with such correct,enterprising,
and even pious habits, as characterize most of
those who are, and who have heretofore been
members of the Wesleyan University. In gen-
eral, they come thirsting for knowledge; and
many of them support themselves, by teaching
and otherwise, while they are pursuing their ed⚫
ucation. It is, in fact, one of the most interest-
ing features of society in the United States, and
especially in the northern states, that so many
indigent young men are enabled, by their own
efforts, and by the credit that they secure from
their known enterprize and honesty, to obtain a
liberal education. These are the men that will 'I'm astonished, Mr. Thompson, you should
leave their mark on the world. Schooled in ad- talk of those dirty creatures in the best parlor !
versity, their minds become invigorated and en- observed his spouse, with a look of offended ma- |
terprising by the necessities that press upon them, jesty that spoke volumes; and then turning to
and they come forth strong and zealous for theme, with a face all of smiles and good nature,
great business of life.
said, 'You must take another glass of wine, Mr.
The present number of students in the Wes- Wag, I'm sure you like it, and it is Amelia's
leyan University is one hundred and fifty-two.|| own vintage.'
Of these, eighty-three are from the New-Eng.
land states, forty-eight from the state of New-
York, five from the British provinces, one from
Austria, and the remainder from twelve differ-
ent states, south and west of New-York.
Middletown, Ct., Oetober, 1839.

tening pigs; Mrs. Thompson attempted to poi. 'And she can make card racks, and net
son me by making me swallow some abominable || purses, and breed silk worms, and write poetry,
home-made-wine, she called it, but physic it and'-
was; and the seven Miss Thompsons seemed
inclined to worry me into a fever, by urging me
to write in their seven albums. At that time I
never could bring myself to refuse any request
it was possible for me to grant, and I often en-
dured much unnecessary suffering, through ||
wanting sufficient resolution to say 'No.' In
this instance, I did not escape. The old gen-
tleman was sitting in an arm-chair, in his best
wig and coat; the lady of the house reclining, Amy fixed her eyes on a gap in the pepper.
with no inconsiderable assumption of dignity,on and-salt carpet. I looked as solemn as the Queen
the sofa, had placed me by her side; Amelia sat|| Elizabeth, done in worsted, that hung over the
quiet and shy very near me ; and her sisters were || mantle piece. But I was really amused. At
busily showing me some beautifully wretched this interesting period Amelia's papa, who seem.
drawings, and charming trashy nonsense, con-ed as if he thought there was nothing in the
tained in their albums. Some refreshments had world so important as his system of fattening
been placed on the circular table close to the pigs, suddenly observed,
sofa.

A SCENE IN COURTSHIP.
DRAWN FROM REAL LIFE.

W.

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'Pigs, my dear sir, pigs are more interesting animals than the vulgar imagine,' said the reti red barrister; and as he had repeated the observation at least a dozen times within the last half hour, of course 1 assented to his opinion.

I had already swallowed, much against my inclination, six glasses of the filthy mixture, but to be told that I liked it when I would have giv. en anything to have smashed the decanter, and to be informed that it was the 'vintage' (O Jupiter!) of my adored, did not make it more palatable; however, politeness suggested the neces. sity of putting the replenished glass to my lips, and then, to mark my feeling towards the fair manufacturer, I drained the bumper at a single draught.

'Ah! poor thing-she is so susceptible,' said Mrs. Thompson, emphatically.

'Mangel Wurtzel gives them the gripes, and

'Mr.Thompson,'exclaimed his dignified spouse, with a look that would have awed an empe. ror.

'My dear,' I was only telling the young gen. tleman—~'

'Enough,' replied the lady, with a wave of her hand, that extinguished all his piggish notions for the time; and then turning to me, in her most insinuating manuer, said, 'Do take another glass of Frontignac !'

To prevent being completely poisoned I sum. moned up resolution to look at my watch,scemed surprised it was so late, and took a hasty leave of the party.

There is something in courtship which writers on the moral sentiments have not described. It is the most exquisite piece of foolery that life produces, instead of being the serious matter that people imagine. Cupid is usually represented blind, but he has only a cast in his eye; and all his worshippers are marked by a similar obliquity of vision. It cannot be denied that love squints, for no lover looks at his mistress in a straight. 'Another glass! immediately exclaimed Mrs. forward, matter-of-fact manner. Instead of gaThompson, with a look of triumph at her daugh.zing on her, his eyes are on the heavens, and be ters, for which, had I dared, I would gladly have thinks of angels; and she, instead of observing choked her. Isn't it very nice? It's called him, has her vision taken up with the principal Frontignac, and Amy shall give you the receipt character in her favorite romance, and sees a hefor making it.' ro. The insight I had gained into the nature of It's made of turpentine and aqua fortis, there's the ludicrous, made me regard things in a less no doubt about it, thought I.

round about fashion than is usual with lovers; 'How do you like this drawing of a butterfly and, though I certainly felt a pleasure in observon a rose ?' mildly inquired Miss Angelica, showing the signs by which my adored was continuing me something on a bit of paper, that I thought resembled, in a remarkable manner, a toad on a cabbage stump.

It was about this time I fell in love, and a remarkably comic affair it was. Love is in fact nothing more than a glance at ridicule-each party attempting to puzzle the other; and a very pretty amusement it is. I was about nineteen when I first began to play. The first player I met with was apparently a placid, unsophisticated girl, nearly any own age, with a form and features very prepossessing, who lived with her mother and father, and some half dozen sisters, in a small cottage, about a mile from our house; I met her at a dance, during which she evinced no repugnance to my melancholy features, and, although I went through the figures of several quadrilles like a mummy from the tombs of the Pharoahs, she expressed herself delighted with my animation. This I thought droll; but it was followed by things much more funny. A. melia Thompson and I soon became intimate, and I was in due time introduced to Amelia's papa, a retired barrister, who never had a brief, and Amelia's mamma, a patronizing lady, who wished to be thought a person of some consequence, and Amelia's half dozen sisters, fine strapping girls, with broad shoulders, and a horrible incli. nation for bread and butter. They were all remarkably civil, for Mr. Thompson tried to bore me to death, by constantly and perpetually describing, at length, his peculiar method of fat-possible.

'It's nature itself!" I replied.
'Amy did it all,' cried Miss Augusta.
'And Amy did this cottage,' said Miss Rosa,
handing it for my inspection. The cottage
seemed as much like a coal-scuttle as anything
could be.

'And this bird of paradiso too,' added Miss
Belinda; but if she had called it a kangaroo, the
designation would have been quite as appropri-

ate.

'And she can play the 'Battle of Prague' with both hands,' exclaimed the youngest, with a sort of wonder that such an accomplishment was

ally evincing her kind feelings towards me, it was one that, had I possessed the use of the risible muscles, must undoubtedly have ended in laughter.

I had heard, in confidence, from her mamma, who never let slip an opportunity of praising Amelia to me, as possessing all the cardinal virtues, and all her own virtues as well, that the young lady, from feelings of pure benevolence, meekness, and charity, had voluntarily become a gratuitous teacher in the village Sunday school, and devoted all her leisure hours to the task of instructing the young ideas of the juvenile pop. ulation of the neighborhood. On the earliest occasion I bent my steps towards the school,and was on the point of entering the room, when I heard an angry voice in loud altercation, ming

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