Decatur Eagle, Volume 2, Number 25, Decatur, Adams County, 30 July 1858 — Page 1

THE DECATUR EAGLE,

VOL. 2.

■TH E E A G L E. —ii an Ti FCBLTSIIED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, BY PHILLIPS £ SPESCER, Office, on Main Street, in th® old School Hjuso, i on® Square North of J. & P Crabs Store, Terms of Subscription For one year, $1 50. in advance; $1 75, within the year, and J 2 00 after the year has expiled. JIPXo paper will he discontinued until all I Irrerages are paid, except at the option of the Publish i-r.s. Terms of Advertising: Our square, (ten lines) three insertions, $1 00 Each subsequent insertion, 2;> jyN'o advertisement will be considered less than one square: over one square will be counted and charged as two; over two, as three, etc. ■ JOB PRINTING: "We arc prepared to do all kinds of .tob-work. in a neat and workmanlike manner,on the most reasonable terms. Our material for the completion of Job-Work, being new and of the. latest ntvles, and we feel contidei t that satisfaction ■can be given. Gcntleness--A Song of the Heart. BY WII.t.IAM HOSS WALLACE. I. B "There’s a deep, angelic meaning. In Hephestion’s legand old. ■' Os a crag on which the billows Are forever vainly rolled. * And on which as vainly thunder Engines of the Human Race— Scorning force from man or billow There it firmly keeps its place. 11. f But there is one potent power At whose magic touch the roek I Trembles as it never trembled To a fierce defiant shock. i lit what being, think you lieth Such a rare, seraphic spell? | Liston! though you wonder, listen!— K In the little Asphodel 1 HI. O the deep, the heavenly lesson! — Would yon truly move a soul? Never then against its rampart Tyrant-passion’s billow rool; Take some flower of Love, and gently Touch it, and the stubborn heart, Thrilling wiihyour own true feeling, Wi’l toyon rr-p<jn>ive start!"

T ~. Ja.’v who took everybody’s eye must have quite a lot of ’em. When is the letter a like one of the United Sidles;—When it is in Diana (Indiana.) Jerold said to a very thin man, ‘Sir, you are like a pin, but without the head or the point. Truth —I’ve heard people say 'ruth lives in swell; if so, I'd advice you to take an early dip in the bucket Jewels!--It’s my belief that, when woman was made, jewels were invented only to make her the more mischievous Character, is like money; when yov ve : got a great deal, you may risk some; for if you lose it, folks still believe you’ve plenty to spare. Charitv. — Charity is such a lonely creature, mv blood comes up when I see a set of rascals, and there’s a pretty knot in this town, trying to impose upon her. Lord Byron once said, 'You never knew a man’s temper until you have been imprisoned on board of a ship with him . or a woman’s until you have married her. A lady having written a letter, concluded it as follows: ‘Give everybody’s love to everybody, so that nobody may be aggrieved bv anybody being forgotten by ■somebody.’ Jerold was talking about a well-known ■comic lecturer, and of bis tendency to reduce anv subject to the absurd. He presently exclaimed. ‘Egad, sir! that fellow would vulgarize the day of judgement!’ The trade Report is kind enough to inform us, that, ‘Tallow remains firm. We are extremely glad to hear it, as we must say that lhe smell of tallow on a hot melting dav is anything but agreeable. A Professor. —Indeed, there are few things, from Chinese to backgammon, of which lam not professor. I dabble, too a good deal in bar and pulpit eloquence. Ha, sir! the barristers I’ve fitted for the wool sack—the heads I’ve patted into shape for mitres! Even the stutering parish clerk of Tithepig-cum-rottlepot, be took only' three lessons, and nobody knew his ‘Amen,’ for the same thing. And then I’ve a great name for knife-and-fork eloquence. Y*-s—l leach people afterdinner thanks. I don't brag; but show me the man, who, like me, can bring m the happiest moment of a gentlemans life at early a crown a lesson.

advertising For a wife. BY EMERSON BENNETT. Theophilus Wiggins was a bachelor, and had been so—from time immortal. 1 was going to say—but 1 will modify it, and say—irom the earliest recollection of the oldest inhabitant. Lie had seen all the daughters, (I think lam safe in adding all the grand-daughters,) of the mothers he had courted, get married and settled. : Yet he wasa bachelorstill;and if he was to [ be believed, a bachelor in the very prime | [of life—say thirty,or thirty five, or somewhere thereabouts. Theophi lus Wiggins, j Esquire, as he was proud to be addressed— but. Top AVtggv. as he was ge n eral- ; iy spoken of—was no longer the man lie ! had been, though much of the same api pearance —an oculist, a dentist, a limbmaker, a perrudaier, a perfumer, and a tailor, having each contributed to supply some defiency of time, accident, or na-1 [ tuie. In other words, our ancient friend Shad a false leg, false hips, false breast,! j false hair, false teeth, false complexion, ! and one false eye; and if he had not a [ false heart, it was not his fault, for he : had been many times jilted by one who ’ had. As time wore on, and the task of the i maker-up of Mr. Wiggins’ person, (his ’ ' valet de chambre.) increased to an one-1 rotis duty, Theophilus began seriously to I entertain the notion of marriage; and he j I reasoned that if lie were to marry at all, i he might as well set about it in the hey day ol his youth—or rather his manhood . —since he now acknowledge, at least to ' himself, that he had attained to years of; I discretion. i Being rich, he did not care particularly about marrying for money; and being handsome, (in his own estimation.) he did not care particularly about marrying I for beauty, you would say But stop! | the analogy is not complete; for though Mr. Wiggins had money enough for two. he was by no means satisfied he had beauty enough fur two; and therefore the future Mrs. Wiggins must be handsome, though, poor; relined, too, the future Mrs. I Wiggins must he; and, to compaie with I her husband, youthful; and with youth, j beauty, and refinement, Theophilus fan- | cied he could get along as well married i as single, if not belter. But how was lie to obtain such a wife? | He cast about him with an inquiring mind , hut found none who exactly came up Ito his standard; nor could he remember j any, now single; though lie had a good memory, which ran far back into antiqui‘I have it!’ he exclaimed, one morning, while his valet was putting him together tor the day. [ ‘1 have it!’ and he rubbed liis hands i with glee ‘Have what, sir?—the gout?’ asked I his maker-up. •Gout! No, fool!’cried Theophilus, indignantly. ‘No man has the gout at i my time ol life. ‘More generally a coffin,’ muttered the 1 other, so'.to voce. ‘No. Stolus—l have aniideaa —a capital ideal’ pursued Theophilus Wiggins, : Esquire, rather as a soliloquy than as adi dressing his man i ‘Hold on to it!’ muttered the other; for if it’s original it must be a curiosity.’ ‘Eh? did you speak?’ asked Wiggins, ' semmysteriously. I ‘I was only remarking that your hips i don’t set quite as well as formerly: 1 ; think you must have fallen away a little, i ‘Good gracious! what an idea!’ exclaim- [ ed the other, in amazement; ‘as it a man I I could fall away at seven-and-twenty, un- : less he had some dem fever. Ridiculous, upon my word! I say, Stolus, let me stand as I am.’ , ‘On one leg, sir? ‘Foo! ! quit your impertinence, or I'll | discharge you. ‘Then how would you get taken apart > ! and put together, sir?—for there’s a good i deal of nice machinery about you, Mr i Wiggins. ‘When I say let me stand,’ said TheI ophilus, sternly,‘l mean let me set—let me be —leave me as 1 am—quit—go i away! And now, if you comprehend anything, stupid, sit down by that table and write as I shall dictate. ‘All ready, sir!’ said the valet, as he [ disposed himself according to orders. Mr. Wiggins— or rather, perhaps, I ( should say Mr. Afa//’-Wiggins, since he was only half put together —leaned bis bald head back in the chair, looked solemnly forth from his one eye, placed his remaining other limb on another chair, and puffed out his toothless mouth, as it for a regular blow before the grand[ ■ strike. ‘Ahem?’ he began, gathering himself for a mighty effort. •Shall I write that, sir?’ queried Stolus. | •No, you dunce! but write what I sav now;’ and Theophilus Wiggifis proceeded to dictate—with interjeclional remarks— I all of which the writer put down as he | went along, When he had finished the

“Our Country’s Good shall ever be our Aim—Willing to Praise and not afraid to Blame.”

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTY, INDIANA, JULY 30, 1858,

: article, it read as follows, the asides be-, ing given in brackets: “Wanted!—A Wife!—[Well, that’s true, Ido.] — A gentleman tn the prime, of life—[Hardly the prime yet —but no! matter —don’t like to be thought too ju-1 venile] —of ample means, amiable dispo- ] sition, handsome person—[That’s so—[ Spots, the artist, said I would do for an A polio]—and possessing a fond and loving [ heart—[Nothing like a little touch of soft sawder with the female kind—it always tells] —is desirous of making the acquaintance of a lady with a view to tm.‘ j rimony. She also must be young—[ltali icise also and young— l think that a good idea] —She o/so must be young, hand- | some, refined, and—[a —a—let me see! j what is that word that’s kind of loving, and yet isn’t loving? Oh! ah! I have it i — amiable} — and amiable, wealth notbej ing especially essential, as he has a sufficiency—he mainly requiring ’hat she j I should pussess all the other requisites for rendering home happy. [I think that j pretty good. Oh! you may add] —N. B. ■ The writer of this is seriously in earnest, j ; and al) letters shall be held as strictly confidential. Address T. AV , Box 3/5, Post Office, staling full particulars, and I where an interview may be had ’ . ’Done. Stolus?’ j ‘All down, sir.’ ‘Give it me !’ | As Stolus handed his master the paper, Mr. Wiggins adjusted his glass to I his single eye, glanced over it, and ex- ; claimed: | ‘Why, you stupid mule, you’ve written down everything I said. i ‘Please, sir, that’s what you told me to do.’ returned the mischievous valet, demurely. ■Blockhead! wheel the table up here! I give me the pen!’ and Theophilus, in high dudgeon, proceeded to erase all superfluous matter, and punctuate the article correctly. lie then ordered Stolus to make a clear copy; which, when finished, read thus: “Wanted!—A Wife!—A gentleman in the prime of life, of ample means, 'amiable disposition, handsome person,. I and possessing a fond and loving heart, is : desirous of making the acquaintance of a lady with a view to matrimony. She! I also must be young, handsome, refined,. | and amiable—wealth not being espeeial'ly essential, as he has a sufficiency—die mainly requiring that she should possess all the other qualifications for rendering home happy. ‘N. B —The writer of this is seriously in earnest, and ail letters shall be held as strictlv confidential. Address T. W., Box 375, Post-Office, stating full partic-j ulars. and where an interview may be had.’ Being perfectly satisfied with the revised copy, Mr. Wiggins, as soon as lie [ was all fairly put together, and his toilet completed, dispatched Stolus with the advertisement to the most popular daily journal. On the following day it appeared, and on the next Stolus brought the astonished advertiser something less than half a bushel of letters, all from fe- i males purporting to be exactly such as required. ‘Good gracious! what a tremendous ’ lot to pick from!’ exclaimed the highly flattered Theophilus AA iggins. ‘They must know who it is that wants a wife — [ don’t you think so, Stolus? Stolus didn’t think so, because he had ' charity enough to suppose that among so large a number there might be some who were not natural fools, but he took care , not to say what he thought to his masi ter. Os course, in so large a list, there were a great many whose bad chirograph}’, bad synt.ix, and worse orthography, jcottld not but give offence to one so fastidious as Theophilus Wigg’ns, Esq.; and . these were al once consigned to the 11 .ini'" ! —not of his heart, but of the fire. Another lot for various other reasons —promlinen’ : tnong which was the desire of the j I writers to know his exact age. and how [ much he was really worth — were indignantly destroyed by the blooming bach elor, as being too mercenary and too j much wanting in true affection. Still another lot, in which his respondents ap- . peared to be more in fun than earnest, ' met with the same fate. At last, after a long, careful and criti-, 1 cle examination, Theophilus found liis large Its’r.duced to four—there being: only four that he fancied would do at all. Yet so far from being chagrined at this, [ \he almost regretted the face of their being more than one — simply because, as- ’ ter all, he could marry only one, and consequent!’.’ three, poor creatures would be left to bewail their sad fates, and perhaps die of broken hearts. However, his grief: did not keep him from making an extra toilet; and having adjusted liis wig, eye, 1 teeth, breast, hip, cork-leg, and brass-! mounved military coat, he proudly sallied forth, with the words of the Roman conqueror ringing through his mind:! | • Vent, vidi, vici. * The first place at which he called was

! rather a genteel-looking house in a back street; and have delicately sounded the I brass knocker, Mr. Wiggins waited apal- ■ pitating heart the answer to his summons. I The door was opened by a slip-shod, halfI grown girl, who rather sharply asked the j now timid wile-seeker what he wanted. ‘A—ah—l—l called to—ahem! ‘Well, you can do that anywhere,’ was I the impertinent reply. Theophilus looked confused, out put on dignity, and said, more positively: ‘ls Miss Laura Matilda Hawthrone isithin?’ Miss Laura Matilda Hawthrone was within; and an affected voice bade Sarah Ann Jones usher the gentleman into the drawing-room—which drawing-room proved to be a small parlor, about eight feet by ten, with a sofa occupying one side; upon which, in a studied attitude, half reclined a very sentimental-looking school girl, with her ringlets floating negligently around her romantic features and one of the latest novels on Insipidity in her hand. I ‘Pray be seated. Sir Knight!’ she said ;to the astonished Mr. Wiggins. ‘I suppose you are the dear Thomas William whom 1 have so often seen in my dreams, I and who is destined, by the irrevocable I laws of fate, to unite his happy lot to with mine, that we may go hand in hand together down through the flowery vales of life, You got my epistle, of course? Ma is away; and lam one so far above the vulgar sneers and prejudices of the world, ias not to flinch at any elopement—because, of all things on this lair earth, I think an elopement the most sweet and romantic. I should like you better if you were darker, or paler, with long flowing locks, and collar aßyron.— But you will do dear Thomas William. You have genius! you love novels! you write poetry! I see it all in your sparkling eyes! Theophilus winced a little at the compliment to his sparkling eyes, because he knew the brightest one was glass; and he mildly suggested that he had not the gift of genius—at least he did not think he had; and that, he did not like novels, and i had never written poetry; moreover, that i his name was not Thomas William, but Theophilus Wiggins; and that he had never in his life had the remotest idea of ! an elopement ! ‘Ah! good heavens! what, do I hear!’ ! cried the now indignant L ura Matida j Hawthorne, springing from her divan, as she was wont to call her sofa. ‘I see! I I have been deceived—basely deceived; my | young heart is broken by a base-born 'churl! You are not my dear destined I Thomas William, then, but plain Theop- | l-.ihis Wiggins —the most unromantic, : name in the world! You have not genius, either, you say; you do not like i novels; you are not a poet in disguise; | you would not elope; you have not sentiment enough even to throw yours<lf at [my feet! I should not be surprised if [ vou ever wore a wig! Begone, sir! begone, base miscreant! Laura Matilda [will reserve herself for a congenial companion! Sarah Ann Jones, show this I man the door! ‘I can find it myself,’ suggested Mr. j Wiggins, hastily putting on his hat. And he did. And when he breathed , freer in the open air, he thought the last ■ remark ot Laura Matilda Hawthorne the most sensible he had heard. Theophilus Wiggins, Esq., now gather- I ed up his dignity, and philosophized on the fact that his l‘st was now reduced to ithree. I ‘Well,’ must he, ‘faint heart never won fair lady.’ It is better as it is, for now | there will be but two hearts to break instead of three.' And so, nothing daunted, he sat off, in a business-like manner, for the next. His second direction led him to a lodging house, and up four pair ol stairs; and on gentlv tapping at the door.it was opened by a good-looking lady, in theat- > rical attire, with a sceptre in her hand, and a pasteboard crown upon her head. "Is Miss Sophronia Celestia Watkins ’ i within?’ softly inquired Theophilus, hat : in hand. At once the stage-mad lady seized the half-terrified Theophilus, and dragging him into the room, nolens volens, threw ; him from her. Then, striking a queenly | attitude, with her back against the door, i she exclaimed: “It may be so; but yet my inward soul Persuades me it is otherwise. Howe’er it be, It cannot but be sad; so heavy sad, As—though, in thinking, on no thought I think — Makes me with heavy nothing faint and | shrink.’ “Mad—a—Madam,’ stammered Mr. : Wiggins, “I—I —fear there is some mistake here.’ The tragic lady drew herself up with queenlv haughtiness, and, still quoting Shakspeare, thus replied: “ ’Tis nothing less; conceit is still derived from some, forefather grief; mine is not so; for nothing hath begot my someI thing grief, or something hath the nolh- ' ing that I grieve; ’Tis in reversion that I

do possess; but what it is, that is -not y< t known: what I cannot name; ’tis nameless wo, I wot,’ ’Good gracious, madam!’ now exclahned the confounded Theophilus, ‘are you tnad 9 ’ ‘Mad!’ she cried: ‘who says I’m mad? Where lives the low-born hind that dares to so impeach the Heaven-sent gift of reason, as to call mar;? Ha! behold! . he’s there!’ and she made a grand flourish with her sceptre, to the utter discomfiture of our ancient friend. ‘Behold the wretch! I wonder the very earth does not open and swallow him! Had I a dagger (gliding up the amazed ami now wholly terrified Theophilus), I’d plunge j it to his heart!’ ‘Don’t!’ said Mr. Wiggfns, bolding up liis hands in horror; ‘don’t!’ | ‘But as I haven’t,’ went on the queenly Sophronia Celestia Watkins, “i’ll—l’ll pud his hair!’ ; And suiting the action to the word, Sophronia Celestia buried her hands in [ Mr. Wititfins’s win, tore it from his head, and thus disclosed to her astonished eyes a bald and shining apex, which looked lor all the world like an inverted washbowl. ‘Heavens! what do I behold!’ shrieked I the amazed Sophronia Celestia. This was too much for Theophilus; he 1 had had enough; he wanted to hear no ; more; but rudely jerking his wig from [ Miss Scphronia, he grasped it tightly in one hand, liis hat in the other, made a lunge for the door, and went plunging down stairs, three at a leap, as if he thought all bedlam let loose behind him. On turning the nearest corner, Theop- : hilus stopped, drew a long breath, adjusted his wig hat, looked timidly around j him, and then shook himself together, to be certain he was all there, j To any one less persevering than our. j hero, these adventures in the matrimoni-' al line would have been quite sufficient; ■ but he reasoned that all could not be j lackadaisical school-girls or stage-struck , lunatics; and therefore, as there were two i left, that his hymenia] star mi-tht still be ' [in the ascandant. So he started for number three; but his iateexperience bad I taught him caution; and on reaching the 1 residence of her he thought might possii bly be the tuiure Mrs. Wiggins (leaving I only one broken heart), he walked twice around the house, and then instituted a series of inquiries concerning the charac- , ter of Miss Tabitha Tibbits at the nearest Dutch grocery. Learning there that' she was one whom the world might es-' teem, he ventured back in quest of her. | The house was neat and well-furnished; ( and as Mr. AV iggius, after being ushered into the parlor, sat waiting the appear- ' ance of Miss Tibbits, he felt quite proud of his prospective conquest. But when f Miss Tibbits really appeared in propria i i persona, liis pride took a fall; for he dis-! [covered, to his great chagrin, that she I was an ugly old maid—forty, at least—- ! prodably fifty —possibly sixty. The conversation opened in a very quilet manner, Tibbits assuring Theophilus) [ that she feared she had given 100 much ; way to her juvenile impulses, in ventur-‘ ! ing to address an unknown gentleman; but that his advertisement had struck ! [ her as eminating from one she thought she could esteem, and she Husted be would take no advantage of her youthful 1 indiscretion. On Mr. Wiggins solemnly ' 1 assuring her he would not; she thanked J him kindly, and wanted to know if he J i was pious — wh.it church he attended— I and if he would allow her to keep a pet ! Doodle, two cats, a parrot, a mockiog-bird and a few canaries—the dear creatures, having been a great solace to her in her hours of girlish meditation. Mr. Wiggins looked at her hatchet face crowsfoot eyes painted cheeks and prim attire, and mildly replied that he had not the slightest objection to her keeping all the dogs, cats, and fowls in the town; j but having a positive engagement at a i certain hour—bless him! how the time ! had flown!—he should be compelled to j tear himself away. It was no easy task, however: bur. Theophilus was preserving, j and accomplished it—bowing himself out j backward with many a feigned regret, | and lying when he said he should be hap- : py to call again. j ‘Well,’said Theophilus, drawing another long breath, ‘three times and out | [ they say. So, then, the fourth lady must be the one, after all. I’m glad of it. I'. I leaves my mind at ease - There will be no hearts broken.’ I The fourth and last address took him i to a large, fine splendid-looking mansion, where Mr. Wiggins compared numbers j anxiously, to be sure there was no mis- | take, and then rang the hell. On inquiring for Miss Cordelia Walters, the serI vant ushered him into a magnificent drawing-room, where he encountered, not the young lady herself, but the young lady’s mother. This wss more like doing business in the trulv fashionable style, and Theophilus Wiggins, Esq , felt at i home. After the usual preliminaries, the grand point was reached, and he was

assured by Mrs. Walters that she had [ het sell written the note, and not Cordelia. •She is a dear sweet girl,’ said the mother, ‘and 1 would like to see her married well to a gentleman of means, which I believe your advertisement states you to be. ‘1 have means, madam, and can give you any reference \ou desire. How old is your daughter?’ •She is quite young, Mr. Wiggins—not over twenty,’ Theophilus Wiggins’ heart rose. ■Good looking, I suppose?’ he interrogatively pursued. •fehe.has been accounted a beauty, sir. Theophilus AViggius’ heart took a tref mendous leap. ‘Amiable and affectionate, I presume!’ I ‘Of a very even and quiet disposition,’ : said the lady. ‘Could . be permitted to see her?’ inquired Mr, Wiggins. Mrs. Walters did not thing it at all nec--1 essarry, Mr. AViggins wanted a wife, and she, Mrs Walters, would like to see her daughter settled in life; she trusted he was all he purported to be, and Miss Cordelia was all she recommended her; and so as both parties were evidently suited, I she thought calling in the girl entirely superfluous. To this Mr. AViggins de- : murred, inadvertently saying something I about ‘a pig in a poke,’ and quietly sug- : gesting the fact that he could not very , well marry without fitst seeing her. ‘lf you insist upon,’ said the lady, risI ing snd ringing the bc-li, ‘I will have her I called.’ And she was called: and at the first : glance of the young and pretty face, Mr. Wiggins was in raptures, liis fond heart, took another leap to his very throat, and beat at fever heat. But. half-a dozen : words with the fair Cordelia jet it down far below zero, for those half a dozen words acquainted hint with the startling ' fact that she was a natural born idiot! Mr. AV iggins suddenly remembered anI other pressing engagement, and at once [took his leave, and himself homeward, j ‘Stolus,’ he said, wt.en he had p! .• ' i himself in an easy cl.ait in his Uric 'U i apartment, are there any mine iv'ers’.' i ‘ Another hal it ‘ . -i: ” ‘Bui u then-, Stiuu- ’ -u. Air js< !emtilv straighten, .g up < I, [ collar with dignil - . Burn n.rin, ->i , . [ them all in the fire, sir! and it any more come, Stolus, serve them all in the same manner, sir! I have changed my mind. lOn further consideration, I thing I’ll not | get married at all.' And Theophilus AViggins, Esq.’didn’t. ) He lived and died an old bachalor. leaving i the bulk of liis property to a favorite nephew, on condition that be should ne •' [ er make a confounded fool of hints :lf by j — 'adverliseing for a wife. - i Names of the Months.—The names of the months were given by the Romans. January, the first month, was called from Janus, an ancient King of Itlay, who I was deified after his death, and is derived from the Latin word Janoarius. February, (he second month, is derived from the Latin word Febrtto, to : purify; hence Februarins; for this month : the ancient Romans offered tip expiatory I sacrifices for the purifying of the people. March, the third month, anciently the , first month, is di rived from the word Mars, the God of war. April is so called from the Latin Aprilus i e., opening; because in this month ! the vegetable world opens and buds forth. May, the fifth month, is derived from [ the Latin word Majores, so called by Romulus, in respect towprd the Senptors; hence Matus, or May. June, the sixth month, from the Latin ' word Junius, or the youngest sort of the people. July the seventh month, is derived from the Latin word Julius, and so named in honor of Julius, C«s«r. August, the eighth month, was so called in honor of Augustus, by a decree of I the Roman Senate, A. D. 8. September, the ninth month from the Laiin word Septem, or seven, being the : seventh month from March. I October, the tenth month, from the Latin word Octo, the eighth, hence Oe- [ tober. 1 November, the eleventh month from the Latin of Novem, nine; being the ninth month from March. December, the twelfth month, from I the Latin word Decern, ten; so called be- | cause it was the teutli from March, which was anciently the manner of beginning the year. Gardening Operations.—Addressed to Ladies: Make up your beds early in the morning; sow buttons on your bus- . bands shirts, leave of all raking at the present season, but especially do rot iak° up any grievances; protect b, voting and tendt-r branches ot votir i'»n ''t '■ the cold bv enod warm vb ’’ smile of good temper i- y- r ' ’ i carefully root ou: ar.gry \-.-s S? you may qxpcct a good crop of happiness.

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