head; then, chaining husband and wife together, he drove them forwards to his encampment. And the form and the fashion of that man were like my own! I shivered in my sleep; but the vision, though it faded away, gave place to another. I beheld now a city, strong and glorious, fortified with walls and bulwarks; on one side of them there flowed a river, and the whole was placed in a fair and fruitful plain. But the city was environed with a besieging army, the show of whose faces witnessed even more against them than all their artillery and weapons of war. The inhabitants had often been called upon to capitulate; but they were a city of merchants, and were loth, till it was too late, to buy their lives, and bribe off their enemies with their treasures. Their hopes were upheld, too, by a consciousness of the bravery of their garrison; and they bade the enemy as bold a defiance, two hours before the city was taken, as on the first morning of the siege. But there was treachery at the council board-treachery in one of the strong towers; and, on a sudden, at noon-day, there was heard a great and lamentable cry, the cry of a whole people stricken at once with despair; for the enemy had gained access, and were pouring through the gates with license to destroy to the uttermost. But in a short space after that first great cry, there was no firing heard, for the executions were all silent stabbing. Multitudes, indeed, fled through the squares and streets, but the soldiers followed, butchering without mercy, driving them on even beyond the city, to the river's edge, where the desperate wretches threw themselves into the water, and there, having none to help them, only escaped one death to fall into another. But on the opposite side the river was a fort held by a division of the besieging army, who, not being heated with slaughter, were willing to give, or, rather, sell quarter to such as could swim across the river. Nay, having the command of a few small boats, the officers gave these soldiers permission to make what booty they could, by fetching off some of the wretched burghers who stood on the opposite banks in crowds, expecting every moment to be either drowned or murdered. And now I beheld the value of wealth. It was not the helplessness of age or infancy; not the influence of rank or wisdom; not the imploring words of beauty, that weighed with the soldiers in affording their help; but silver, and gold and jewels! Every individual citizen loved, and would have saved his life-would have given for its purchase all that he possessed; but only the rich had possessions wherewith to offer a ransom, and so the poor perished. I saw a man whose mind was a treasure that could not be "gotten for gold;" he had enriched by his discoveries in science, not his own nation merely, but his species; yet was he "a poor wise man ;" he had nothing to offer but his knowledge; so the soldiers carried off in his stead, a possessor of riches and ignorance. By nightfall, the plunder and slaughter within the city were complete; and then fire being set to the four quarters, all human sounds were hushed in the roar of the flames; the bodies of the slain were wrapped in a fiery winding-sheet, and the smoke of that city ascended up to heaven, a never dying memorial of the power of avarice. For I saw, standing afar off, in the camp of the enemy, the traitor, who, for a bribe, had delivered up his trust; for money had sold his brethren to slaughter, and himself to everlasting shame-and the form and the fashion of that man was like my own. The scene of my dream again changed, but the spirit of it remained the same. I beheld another city, strong and bulwarked like the last; like that, too, beleaguered. But neither within nor without the walls was there heard the wild stir of warfare; for the besiegers were content to wait the slow but certain effects of a blockade, and the besieged were not called upon to fight but to endure. Famine was their guest, their commander, and their the possession of a small bird. One, a father, I dreamt yet more; but the remaining por Until, as resting 'neath a forest tree, In the hushed forest where alone he lay, Rousing him up as by a lightning-shock, And calling forth his tears like waters from the rock. Was it some tone-some wild bird's carol low Loved 'mid the beauty of the years gone by? Was it a passing shadow that could throw Back the wronged heart through wastes of memory? Some flower, whose fragrant scent or fairy dye Recalled each lovely and forgotten thing? Or the still forest's solemn majesty, Which deeply brooding round him, thus could bring His warm affections up from their immortal spring? Whate'er it was--beauty, or sound, or shade, It was a spell with sudden power that And open to remorse his soul was laid, Tears that had flowed unheeded-kind- And patient meekness that had murmured not, Till his frame shook, his aching temples burned, And towards all holy things his wakened spirit yearned. "O God!" he cried, and the still forest sent Its silence to his soul," wherefore to me Were given the beautiful-the innocent! Why woman's love, which, even like the sea, Can not be fathomed-why the spirits free Oh! wherefore were they given me, when Of my cold heart did blast and darken their delight? My wife! the years are past that might have been All love, and faith, and sunshine-thou Alone, alone for years-I have not seen Their merry feet pacing thy solitude- eyes! To break all natural bonds with sinful art! And I have made a desert of my path, And left no love its solace to impart, No sympathies to soothe in life or death, And held a lightning track to blacken, blast, and scathe! They who do love me most speak not my name My memory gives no gladness-no young eyes Grow bright at thought of me; each tender claim I have renounced, still heaping injuries Upon my soul and theirs,-mad sacrifice Of self-esteem, and love, and pleasant years! My wife, my lovely ones, I will arise And take back to my home repentant tears, Kindness, and steadfast faith, and whate'er life endears!" WELSH MANNERS AND TRADITIONS. BY THE AUTHOR OF "TALES OF WELSH SOCIETY AND SCENERY." THE history, customs, and traditions of Wales contain very abundant materials for the ground-work of fictitious narrative; but, strange to say, no one has yet succeeded in properly availing himself of the advantages of so rich and fertile a source. We say no one, because, although the scenes of several novels, or tales, or whatever they may be called, have been laid in the principality, the attempts which have been made to delineate the manners of the people, or the scenery of the country, have been ridiculously wretched. We remember, some three or four years ago, meeting at a "public" in Shropshire, with an erudite work, entitled, if we recollect rightly, "Travellers' Tales." This contained what was called a Welsh Tale, wherein the author or authoress ventures to display his or her knowledge, not only of Welsh manners and antiquities, but also of the Welsh language, to the great confusion of his or her readers, and to the utter manifestation of his or her own palpable ignorance. Two or three other things have been also written, all equally worthless and trashy; not even excepting that ingenious hoax called "Walladmor." : The reason of all this is evident enough not one of these sage scribblers know a syllable about the history, the traditions, the superstitions, or the pastoral manners of the people whose peculiarities they have attempted to pourtray. A. young lady, or a young gentleman, the former, perhaps, holding the situation of governess in some respectable tradesman's family in Cockaine; the latter, having escaped for a month or six weeks from the shop or counting-house, flies through Wales on the top of a stage coach; and, having seen Snowdon and Cadir Idris, gazed on the battlements of Caernarvon castle, tasted cwrw dda at Llangollen, mutton at Wrexham, and browas at Ruabon, bathed, moreover, at Barmouth, and danced at the assize balls at Dolgelly, returns to dear London, and perpetrates a novel or a tale. This is the way these things are done: shall we say how they ought to be managed? In the first place, none but a native can ever succeed in delineating a faithful portrait of the Welsh; but where is that native to be found? He who would wish to succeed in the undertaking must understand the language well. He must mingle, moreover, with the people; live amidst the mountains; partake of the boisterous and warm-hearted hospitality of the Welsh "laird;" dance, sing, and laugh with the lasses; and kick football and wrestle with the lads. In this manner he will gain an intimate knowledge of their various pastimes and customs; he will witness the festive revelry of their weddings, and the solemn simplicity of their funerals; he will become acquainted also with many of their wild and poetical supersti tions; and be made a welcome partaker of their joyous celebration of All Saints' eve and New-year's day. With knowledge thus attained, to what excellent account might it not be turned by a Washington Irving or a Walter Scott! But we fear it will be long before Wales will produce a child so favoured or so renowned. We have said that the history of Wales might afford copious materials for narrative. We do not mean the earlier annals of the country, although in them, indeed, there would be no deficiency of subject-matter, but that particular period which intervened between Owain Glyndwr's abortive attempt to free his country from the yoke of England, and its effectual union in the reign of Henry the Eighth. This period, although one of gloom and anarchy, was replete with interesting events and turbu lent commotion. The strongest hand and the stoutest heart carried the day; and feuds and forays were the pastimes of the people. In so disturbed a state was the principality at this time, that no gentleman dared to venture abroad unarmed or unguarded. "Questioning with my uncle," says sir John Wynn, the venerable historian of Gwedir, "what should move him to demolish an old church which stood in a great thicket, and build it in a plain, stronger and greater than it was before; his answer was, he had good reason for the same; because country was wild, and he might be op. pressed by his enemies on the suddaine, in that wooddie countrey; it therefore stood him in a policie to have diverse places of retreat. Certaine it was, that he durst not go to church on a Sunday from his house of Penanmen, but he must leave the same guarded with men, and have the doors sure barred and boulted, and a watchman to stand at the Garreg big during divine service: the Garreg was a rock, whence he might see both the church and the house, and raise the crie if the house was assaulted. He durst not, although he was guarded with twenty tall archers, make knowne when he went to church or elsewhere, or goe or come the same way through the woods and narrow places, lest he should be lay'd for: this was in the beginning of his time." The disordered state of Wales during this tumultuous period afforded ample opportunity for the commission of illegal depredations; and "soe bloudy and ireful were quarreles on those days, and the revenge of the sworde at such libertie, as alınost nothing was punished by law, whatsoever happened." As to law, there were, it was true, several statutes* enacted for the express purpose of preventing these tumultuous transactions; but the great difficulty was, to put the laws, thus enacted, into execution. The English dared not venture into Wales, or, if they did, it was at the imminent peril of their lives. A species of petty warfare, indeed, was established between the English and Welsh on the borders, which was carried on with the utmost animosity and rancour. From this sprang a system of mutual robbery and rapine, which became prevalent throughout the whole line of the Marches, and for the prevention of which the most active and summary measures were resorted to by both parties. The dwellings of the English were surrounded by moats, and defended by palisadoes, and embankments. For the intimidation of their predatory opponents, a gallows was erected in every frontier manor; and if any Welshman was luckless enough to be captured beyond the line of demarcation between the two countries, he was immediately hanged upon the said gallows, and there suspended in terrorem, until another victim was ready to supply his place. Every town within the Marches had also a horseman, ready equipped "with a sworde and speare," who was maintained for the express purpose of apprehending these marauders. On the other hand the Welsh * See particularly the second and fourth statutes of Henry the Fourth, and the first of Henry the Fifth. trusted for their safety to the intricate recess. es of their deep woods, and to the ruggedness and strength of their mountain-fastnesses; and they did not fail to put in force the lex talionis, whenever an opportunity occurred, to its fullest and most rigorous extent. This disturbed state of the country gave origin also to numerous outlaws or brigands. These were generally the retainers of petty chieftains, commanding vassals devotedly at tached to their leader, and inheriting that deadly hatred towards the English which had arisen from the war that subjugated Wales, and which was fostered with a desire of revenge on the one hand, and a powerful striving for mastery on the other. One of the most celebrated as well as most daring of these marauders, was Reginald Meredith Griffith, who resided near Mold, in Flintshire, at a strong hold called Tower, a castellated building of great strength, part of which, modernized into a comfortable mansion, is yet to be seen. Here lived Reginald, in the fifteenth century, exercising undisputed authority over his little clan, by whose willing assistance he continued to molest and plunder all who were obnoxious to him. The principal objects of his attention in this respect seem to have been the inhabitants of Chester, (which is about twelve miles from Mold,) with whom he was continually involved in dispute; nay, a regular system of warfare appears to have been carried on between the two parties, and many a dire and deadly con flict was the consequence. In 1465, during one of those flimsy amnes ties, which were occasionally contracted be. tween the parties, a considerable number of the tradespeople of Chester repaired to Mold fair, for the purposes of sale and barter. This was an opportunity not to be resisted by the unconscionable freebooter, who determined to enrich himself at the expense of "the good men of Chester," notwithstanding the existence of their mutual treaty. The honest merchants had disposed of their commodities, and were preparing, like peaceful men, to return home, when Reginald came down upon them with his followers, and, after killing several, took possession of their goods and money, and so acquired a considerable booty. It is said that a principal incitement to this outrage was a ve hement desire of the freebooter to avenge himself on the person of Robert Browne, or Bryne, the mayor of Chester, who, being a draper, had attended the fair for purposes connected with his trade, as well, probably as in his magisterial capacity. He was an old and inveterate enemy of Reginald, and had several times executed very summary justice upon divers members of his band: but he paid with his life the forfeit of his temerity in venturing so near the haunts of the outlaw. Upon his capture, he was hurried up to Tower immediately after the action, and there hanged, sans cérémonie, on an iron staple, fixed in the ceiling of the great hall. Browne's fellow-townsmen, scandalized at this breach of faith, attempted, a short time afterwards, to avenge his death by the seizure of Reginald. For this purpose, two hundred stout and active men left Chester, and proceeded forthwith to Tower. But the vigilant freebooter gained timely notice of their approach, and, quitting his house retired with his men to a neighbouring wood, where he remained to watch the operations of his visiters, who, as he anticipated, rushed eagerly into the house. No sooner had they all fairly entered, than Reginald hastened from his ambush, surrounded Tower with his men, and set it on fire, cutting down the Chester men as they hurried out, without mercy or hesitation. Few escaped to relate the fate of their comrades, and the outlaw of Mold experienced no further * This staple, the engine of so much cruelty, might have been seen some time ago in its original position, where it remained a terrible memento of the lawless ferocity which distinguished Wales during the fifteenth and six teenth centuries. molestation for a while from the intimidated inhabitants of Chester. Notwithstanding his unjustifiable contempt of the laws, and his numerous atrocities, he procured a pardon from Thomas, lord Stanley, president of the council of Wales, which was subsequently ratified, under the great seal, by Edward the Fourth; and he died, like many other rogues, at "a good old age," and, no doubt, "grievously lamented by his brave and faithful followers." Literary Port Folio. NOTES ON THE PAST WEEK. Friday.-Lord Wellington says that the Russians ought to have reached Constantinople in the first campaign.The Washington Telegraph, and the Courier and Enquirer of New York, are di puting about the next presidency, both being in favour of the reelection of President Jackson!-Mr. Hunter is said to be a midshipman, and not a lieutenant. A correspondent of one or two papers requests the public to suspend their opinion! for that perhaps something may be disco vered to palliate, if not to excuse, this murder: we are not willing to trust to reports, but even those which are said to come from Mr. Hunter's friends have no tendency to lessen our abhorrence. A town meeting has been held upon the subject of the proposed incorporation of a company to carry a rail road from York to Baltimore, at which our most respectable citizens attended, and spoke the strong sense of the whole town, in deprecating the measure as one certain to produce great injury to Philadelphia and to Pennsylvania. The Milledgeville Statesman, of the 13th instant, says: "We are informed by a correspondent from Lawrenceville, Gwinnet county, under date of the 7th inst., that a company of United States troops passed through Decatur, Dekalb county, a few days since, to put off the gold diggers from the Indian territory. Report says, resistance is threatened." This is as it should be. Jackson seems determined to administer justice to the Indians. The intruders will hardly have the hardihood to resist. The same paper adds-"We have seen another beautiful specimen of Habersham gold, brought down by our intelligent fellow citizen, Colonel James Blair, senator of that county. It was so pure, and so nicely cleaned of foreign substances, that 55 dwts. 14 grs., after melting, produced 54 dwts. 16 grs., having lost but 21 grs., or little more than 1 per cent." The Brooklyn Star says, that much excitement and amusement was exhibited at the ferry, in that village, on Monday afternoon last, which was occasioned by the following circumstance: a hackney coach, with a man and woman, entered the ferry boat on New York side, Brooklyn. A man also entered just as the boat started off, who proceeded to the carriage, | tain Symmes' Theory of the Earth, and in presence of the people, claimed and who has now gone out on the the lady as his wife, who was running South Sea Expedition, writes from away with a Frenchman. He started Bona Vesta, one of the Cape de Verd the man out of the carriage and took Islands, on the 14th of November, that his place, and commanded the driver the brig Annawan and her crew had to stop at the ferry tavern of Cock and arrived there in good condition, and Conklin. He wished to apprehend the were waiting for her consort the SeFrenchman, but he was afraid to leave raph, to proceed on the voyage. The his wife, and the man started off, fol- Seraph left Stonington the same day lowed by the mob. The husband re- the Annawan sailed from New York. fused to pay the hackman, whom he The theory which Mr. R. undertook to censured for carrying off the runaways. explain, was laughed at by every body "My dear, did you contract with this at first, but in all the number of perdriver?" said the affectionate fellow. sons attending his lectures, we have "No, my dear, I did not," was the never met with any one who did so equally affectionate reply. The driver afterwards. We are not sufficiently was discharged, and another procured, skilled in natural philosophy to have and the lady with her band-boxes taken any opinion of our own, but we have in, to be transported back to New never heard any arguments that apYork. peared to us to overthrow those of Mr. Reynolds. The Religious Magazine for March, published at this office, contains a beautiful engraving by Hatch, of the Martyrdom of Cranmer, with twentynine interesting articles-price $3 a year. The Museum of Foreign Literature, &c., has begun a new series of plates to every number: January contained an engraving of Penn's Treaty by Moore, from West's painting; Febru ary, a splendid engraving by Cone, of Richard in Palestine, from a painting by Loutherbourg; March, a fine engraving by Ellis, of Cromwell suppressing the mutiny in the army, from a painting by Smirk; and the April number will contain a first rate engraving by Kearney, of the condemnation of Anne Boleyn, from a painting by Smirk. Poor Sam Patch is in the papers again, for almost the last time:-The body found at the mouth of the Genesee river on the 16th inst., has been identified as the body of Sam Patch. It was buried on the following day, in the cemetery near the settlement of Charlotte. The Rochester Morning Courier states that the citizens of that place were about to hold a meeting to take into consideration the propriety of removing the body, and burying it near the spot where he signalized himself by his "last leap." The Secretary of the Treasury acknowledges the receipt of two thousand dollars, transmitted to him from New York by an unknown person, as "due to the United States.' We are glad that Commodore Porter has been appointed Consul General to the Barbary Powers. He is an energetic man, and we think deserves the favour of the government for his conduct at Foxardo, even if it were possible to forget his other claims. A tragedy, called Arnold the Traitor, has been written in Charleston. Saturday. Mr. Reynolds, the gentleman who delivered lectures in this city and many other places, upon Cap As a lady was breaking a boiled egg, lately, preparatory to eating it, a hard substance (in shape, size, and colour resembling a cherry stone) dropped from the interior upon her plate, which proved on examination to be itself an egg, having a hard shell with a film, and wanting only a yolk to make it perfect. Monday-A mode of impelling coaches by condensed air, instead of steam, is now talked of in London. It is said to be equally efficient and less dangerous, and to have the advantage of less weight than the steam apparatus. So many improvements are announced now, that we shall not invest much money in any of them; for however ingenious and true each may be, it is quickly thrown aside for another of greater claims. Meantime, if we wait for the pause of the "march of mind," before we set up our carriage, we are likely to go on foot all our lives. Chesapeake and Delaware Canal.The season has already begun to display the beneficial importance of this great work. We are informed, from good authority, that the trade has already surpassed the sanguine expectations of those particularly interested in it. During the week ending on Saturday, one hundred and thirty vessels had gone through, and fifteen hundred dollars of tolls were received. Nor is this all; an advantageous increase of trade in this city has been already perceived, which, it cannot be doubted, will be much augmented as the facilities afforded by the canal become more extensively known. The only impediment which remains, arises from the circuitous and occasionally shallow channel of Back Creek. This stream is a public highway or tide harbour, and as such under the care of the general government, whose attention has been called in repeated memorials. We trust it will not be neglected. It is of great importance to an immense quantity of the coast ing trade of several States, as well as to the large and splendid lines of steamboats now plying on the Delaware and Chesapeake.-Nat. Gaz. A young man, of respectable connexions, shot himself through the head on Sunday morning. The Daily Chronicle mentions that thirty boys, belonging to a boarding school in the vicinity of Rouen, France, were skating on the Loire, when the ice gave way and all were drowned. The next day the master blew out his brains in despair. Now we must postpone our grief upon this occasion until we are better convinced of the schoolmaster's death. A supplement to the act against duelling has been reported in the legislature of this State. Mr. Hunter is said to have fled to England. "We understand," says the Boston Traveller, "that a beautiful and accomplished young lady, an orphan, from the south, whose name we are not at liberty to mention has lately taken the veil and gone into seclusion for life, at the Ursuline Convent, Mount Benedict; resigning a large fortune to the disposal of the Catholic priest." ing an officer and a gentleman," may A little girl, daughter of Mr. Jacob There were 12 arrivals at this city yesterday from Port Deposit. This looks as if the trade of the Susquehanna would come to Philadelphia, even if we allow the lateral railroad to Baltimore. The fish market has been largely supplied from the Chesapeake. a MARRIED. 15th March, Mr. Jacob John Kates, to Miss Sarah Ann D. Bignell. 23d, Rev. A. O. Halsey, to Miss Elizabeth Vanarsdall. 23d, Mr. John M'Kever, to Miss Rachael Boys." 24th, Mr. John Rambeau, to Miss Mary Harper. 25th, Mr. William T. Donaldson, (of Virg.) to Miss Mary Thomson. 25th, Mr. Zaccheus Bowen, (of Maryland,) to Miss Rebecca Mason. 25th, Mr. Richard S. M'Namee, to Miss Mary Ann Bowen. 25th, Mr. Adolph Sahlsteen, to Miss Eliza Yarmer. 25th, Mr. Richard H. Beason, to Miss Ann C. Fernsler.. DIED. 17th March, in Boston, Garafilia Molalby, a Greek of Ipsera, aged 13. The fortune, character, and fate, of this lamented child, possess an uncommon degree of interest. Few lives, which have been as short as hers, have been so full of thrilling incident; and her disposition and qualities were peculi arly calculated to deepen the sympathies in her favour, which her history could not fail to excite. She was born in Ipsera, and her parents were among the most respectable of the islanders. When she was about seven years of age, the place of her nativity was totally destroyed by the Turks. Saved by almost a miracle from violent death, she fell into the hands of the enemy, was separated from her grandmother and sister, taken to Smyrna, and there was ransomed by an American merchant, to whose knees she clung for protection in the street. This gentleman took her home with him, and became so much engaged by her intelligence and amiableness, that he determined to send her to his relations in Boston, in order that she might receive, at his expense, an accomplished education in a free and undistractland. The following story is headed fact," but we fear it is merely an intemperate invention.-"A German innkeeper of Pennsylvania, became a zealous member of an anti-dram-drinking society. To wean off from the bar was rather a hard task, and he began to "The scene at the police office in complain of a weak stomach. What the morning," says the New York was to be done? His stomach grew Journal of Commerce, "during the worse daily; and the good wife, after examinations of the watch-returns, is a solemn consultation, determined to oftentimes of the most melancholy and call in the doctor. That grave peraffecting character. Many of the per-sonage arrived-felt his pulse-threw sons in the custody of the watch are a knowing look at the ceiling-and, in half-clothed wrecks of humanity, who a low whisper, ordered him an ounce are picked up shivering, starving, and of brandy, per diem. When the doc-ed pilfering in different parts of the city. tor had made his exit, in came ChrisCreeping from door to door, their fea- topher, the eldest son. Christoffle! tures haggard with misery, their limbs Christoffle!' cried the old anti, 'go emaciated by exposure to the rigour down stairs agin un pring up te Sisof the weather, and their voices hoarse tant, and look among te tables how and sepulchral by excessive intoxica- much makes an ounce of prandy.'tion; they present a spectacle that Christopher complied, and read aloud cannot but awaken feelings of com- from the book, 'eight drachms make passion for their wretchedness, in one ounce.' Stop dere, Christoffle, every human breast. Many of them stop dere, I say-tat is te toctor for me are females, who have, evidently, in he understands my case he gives many cases, seen better days, and who me eight drams a day, un I never took have been driven, by extreme penury, more as six afore, put I always wantfirst to beg and then to steal. ed eight--so pring on-te society don't prevent us from takin medicine.' The largest proportion, however, are the miserable slaves of rum, who are brought up daily, weekly, or monthly, until death removes them from the scene, or justice consigns them to a prison, as an atonement for offences committed in their moments of madness. Tuesday Morning. In the House of Representatives at Harrisburg, on Saturday, Mr. Moore, of Beaver, moved that the President of the United States be requested to strike from the list of the Navy, the name of Midshipman Hunter. The motion was postponed for the present. Murder would hardly be deemed a sufficient reason for such a measure, for it has too long been suffered to pass unpunished-but "conduct unbecom 6 399 had The New York Constellation says, "that an Italian artist of that city has secretly disinterred the body of Elias Hicks, the celebrated Quaker pracher, and moulded his bust. It seems he had applied to the friends of the deceased to take a moulding previous to his interment, but was refused. Suspicion being excited that the grave been disturbed, it was examined, and some bits of plaster were found adhering to the hair of the deceased. The Italian was visited, and owned that, as he had been denied the privilege of taking a bust before interment, he had adopted this only method of obtaining one. We have heard nothing more on the subject, except that the bust is a most excellent likeness." Garafilia arrived at Boston in the year 1827, was immediately domesticated in the family of her liberator's father, and very soon found her way into all their hearts. She won affections as by magic. Her protector knew no distinction in his feelings between her and his own daughters-he was her father-they were sisters. She was so mild and gentle, so free from selfishness, so attentive to the wants of others, so ready to prefer their wishes to her own, so submissive and tractable, and withal so bright and cheerful-the beauty of her mind and morals harmonized so completely with the grace, and truly Grecian loveliness of her person, that it was impossible to know, and not become strongly attached to her. Her manners were much older than her years, and so considerate in every respect, that far from have been a care to her adopted father. Withbeing a burden, she could hardly be said to out stepping over the strictest bounds of truth, it may be asserted, that the first grief, which she brought into his house, was when she sickened and died. No. 14. PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, APRIL 8, Terms.-Published every Thursday by E. Littell & Brother, corner of Chestnut and Seventh Streets, Phila delphia. It will contain four handsome engravings every advance. year. Price Two Dollars and a Half a year, payable in Agents who procure and forward payment for four subscribers, shall receive the fifth copy for one year; and so in proportion for a larger number. The following puff perverse, at the sprightly editor of the Village Record, is from the Philadelphia Gazette, and is much more pleasant than denouncing him as anti-republican, which according to the better practice in our political papers is the generic term for all heresy as well as for all real independence. 1830. shall probably make other extracts. We have a kinsman whom we should suspect of writing it, but that it appears to come from England, and that he has been too much engaged lately in “the early days" of somebody else, to have thought much of his own. If there be really such a clock as is described below, we cannot deny to its inventor the discovery of perpetual mo "The editor of the Village Record has gone to Luzerne county, whence he has forwarded an epistle to his subscribers, setting forth the imation, so long a desideratum. We fear mense profit they would derive from an investment of their funds in coal lands. "He mentions the sale of a tract at 20 dollars an acre, and then gives the following cal culation. Suppose the vein of 12 feet coal runs through it? And put it at one cent a bushel in the mine. 20,000 tons to the acre. 30 acres. 600,000 tons. Cents-28 there being as many bushels to the ton. 168,000 dollars! But that is too much. Well they pay twice that per ton, in the mine, at Pottsville. Why not here? Take then ten cents a ton-instead of one a bushel, and you have 60,000 dollars.' NOTES ON THE PAST WEEK. Friday. The National Gazette has for several days been republishing Mr. Senior's lecture on the Cost of Obtaining Money. We have not read it, but we can conceive it to be a catalogue of crimes and meannesses. Alas! how few people do count the cost of obtaining money! How much time that ought to have been devoted to reading good books, (such as the Museum, published at this office at six dollars a year. A new series of which has just begun, containing splendid engravings in every number-Subscriptions for which will be thankfully received.) How much time, we say, that ought to be spent in improving their minds and hearts, do our merchants, doctors, lawyers, and mechanics, spend in obtaining money. We should rather say, in trying to obtain it, for more than half of them fail to become rich after all. "As one great furnace flamed,"' (No comma is to be put after the I looked at the glowing grate, and could not word fail.) How much vexation of but wonder whether any where was heat more spirit-how much miserable cunning coal mines, I could not get through Miltonintense. In short my mind was so filled with -how many offences both against so I thought to slide along in the smooth numman and his Creator, would be avoid-bers of Pope. I went through 'Vertumnus and ed, if before they blind themselves in Pomona,' with pleasure, for it was a great the pursuit, men would wisely calculate his Essay on Man, could not help reading, while since I had seen it; but when I took up the cost of obtaining money! Our friend, the Rev. Dr. Ely, who now conducts the Philadelphian, is attacked very fiercely on all sides. The advocates of Sunday mails-and the large class of persons who are afraid that religion may be incorporated into politics (those who know politicians have no fear of any such alliance) these are not the only people who write against him. Many of the numerous classes who are sincerely attached to the great cause to which Dr. E. professes to devote himself, scold at him for being imprudent and violent, and many more things than we can remember. So much the better for him! He receives unharmed either in argument or in temper, all their onsets and however vigorously he may retort, we know of no one who is more free from all "envy, hatred and malice"-if he will allow us to quote the liturgy of our own church. He may see that we are not so fond of the quotation as to carry it to the extreme. however that it would run down in one of the steadily bitter cold days we shall have next winter. "We witnessed yesterday a wonderful and ingenious piece of mechanism and discovery in the construction of a clock: it possesses the power of winding itself up by the mere change of the atmosphere and is calculated to go as long as the materials which it is composed of lasts. It makes a beautiful piece of furniture for a parlour, and so simple in its nature, that a child may handle it without causing any derangement in its operations. It has been going upwards of twelve months, and the owner states he will set it in competition, respecting keeping time, with any patent lever watch or clock in the world. The discoverer of it is a plain New England farmer, who had one in operation some time before he made it known to the world. "Those who are desirous of seeing and judg ing of the merits of this wonderful discovery, can have an opportunity by applying to Mr. C. Goodyear, in Church alley, where it may be seen in the course of the day." The following calculation, made by the Portland Courier, is one of the most alarming attacks upon the lottery system we have seen. Many a man who has heretofore bought a lottery ticket in full confidence of drawing the highest prize, has neglected to make his will for the disposal of it, although the chance was two to one against his living to enjoy it himself. "Thunder and Lightning and Lottery Tickets! It is ascertained that in the year ending Jan. 1, 1830, the number of persons killed by lightning, in the United States, has been double the high prizes in all the lotteries drawn in the same time. Consequently, every person that he stands two chances of being killed by buying a ticket, has the comfortable reflection lightning, to one of drawing the high prize. A very pretty reflection!" The article headed Early Printing in the United States, we copy from the Morning Journal. How full of deep interest is the retrospect; and how anxious will be the benevolent man, who considers how great is the influence of the press in this country, that our newspapers should be under the direction of our best men. Is it now so? Are the editors of the thousand newspapers in the United States, men of extensive knowledge, of enlarged powers, of wise hearts? Are one-tenth of them such?-In one hundred years, at its present rate of increase, the population of this country will rise from 12 millions, to 200 millions. No pub |