poetry: '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- 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 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 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." 1 THE CASKET. EDITED BY E. B. KILLEY AND B. J. LOSSING. POUGHKEEPSIE, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1833. POUGHKEEPSIE CASKET. 'wassail bowl' so much celebrated in the old English 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 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, DR. FRANKLIN, -We have before us a fac simile of a letter addressed by Dr. Franklin to a Mr. speech exceeding a half hour in length, yet he always 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. 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. 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, Which erst Philomela was called. A stranger came-with lowering mein Beneath his feet in beauty grew; I could discern a look of pride 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 Or clambered on that mother's knee, 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 'Twill sully her name and dishonor her crest. 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 reason given, To hell have turned the Indian's heaven, 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, Friend of my childhood, queen of the wild wood, The little bright riv'let, close to it flowing yet, Often the traveller, weary and worn with care, But offers up thanks underneath the old tree. Here too the bright-eyed boy, laughing aloud with joy, Here too the little maid, comes to the leafy shade, And here the happy pair, youth and the maiden fair, 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, Time speeds on with rapid pinions, Ere another year thou greetest, Seize the moments while they linger, There thy spirit's wings may brighten; Youthful hearts are now the lightest, From an English Annual for 1839. I see thee take the hue of death; 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. Any person who will remit us FIVE DOLLARS, shab receive siz copies. 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 tween these streams the land swells up from the Within a circuit of 12 or 15 miles' radius, from 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 tening pigs; Mrs. Thompson attempted to poi. 'And she can make card racks, and net A SCENE IN COURTSHIP. W. || '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. 'And this bird of paradiso too,' added Miss 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 |