Marshall County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 49, Plymouth, Marshall County, 16 October 1856 — Page 1

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THE MARSHALL DEMOCRAT, PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY MORNING, BT T. McDONALD, and H. B. DICKSON. T E KM S : If paid in advance, ' 0 At the tud of six months, ()JJ It delayed until the end of the year 2 jO ADVERTISING: One square (ton lines or less,) three week?,. 1 00 jacu auumonai insmiuu, Column three months, :x Column six months Column one year, . Column three months, Z Colurrn six months, .i Column one year, . l" Column three months,. . . ." 1 Column ?ix months T Column oho rear.. ... r oo ... 8 0U ....12 00 , . . . 8 00 ,...15 00 ...25 00 ....14 00 ...21 01 . . . .45 00 Yearly advertisers have the privilege of one chtnjre free of charge. bc tltmotrat lob (Dfiite! Our Job Department is now supplied with an extensive and well selected assortment of new styles plain and fancy Which enables us to execute, on short notice and reasonable terms, all kinds of Tlain and Ornamental JOB PRINTING! NEAT, FAST AND CHEAP; SUCH AS CIRCULARS, HANDBILLS, LABELS, PAMPHLETS, BUSINESS CARDS, r.I.VNK DEEDS Jk mortgages; CATALOGUES, And in short, Blanks of every variety ana ueeuption. Call and see specimens. J PLYMOUTH KANN HR, BY W. J. BURNS, Plymouth, Ind. B UOWNI.EE & SHIRLEY. DEALERS IN Drv Gnosis and Groceries, first door east ol Michigan street, Plymouth, Ind. KOOK & EVANS DEALERS IN DRY r..uU nn,l Groceries, corner Michiaiti and La I'ortc streets, - - , i ivmouui, mo. C1 IMLMEK, DEALER IX DRY GOODS . Groceries, south corner La Porte ami Michigan streets Plymouth, Iml. TVT IL OHLES BEE & Co.. DEALI'.RS IN 1N 1,,v Goods & Groceries, Brick Store M';h-iL-an street Plvtinuth, Ind M 11. RS.DI NIIAM, MILLINER M ANTCA 777 Mker,. . - . ..P'.vra .ut.i, Ind. I B R O v"n7 DEAL E R in hardware, , Stoves, Tinware, c PIuii u:;h, lud A DAM V I N N E D G I'. , WHOLESALE j and Retail Grocer, .Plvnrm.h, Ind. TM. L. PIATT, MAN L r At. l L .; r.u ui I .... r: . T...1 Laoniet ware, I nnnmu, inn. SLCYTER & FRANCIS, HOFSE CARPEN-i.r-k Joiner., Plymouth, Ind. SMITH. JUSTICE OF THE PEACE, , et side Michigan st., Plvmouth, Ind. ! : niLLIOTT.vCo., MANUFACTURERS OF, 2j Wa''t,n,Carriaires Flows, Plymouth, I:rl. c 10LLINS NICIIoL? M NUFACTUR- . .Plymouth, Ind. j ers of S i-h Ac J OIIN D. ARMSTRONG, BLACKSMITH.' s-.uthof tlie B;idge Tlymouth, Ind. j BENJ. BENTS, BLACKSMITH, PIvmoti! Ind. K. BRIGGS, BLACKSMITH, Phnioiith, Ind. EDWARDS' HOTEL, BY W.C. EDWARD?1 Plymouth, Ind. c. ca rut . eelor :it L: HIN, ATTORNEY COLN-j aw Plv mouth, Ind. ' - -- ' C1HAS. II. REEVE. ATTORNEY AT LAW : Notarv Pul.üe PJvmomh.in i. ' ; ; : II OR CECORBIN. ATTORNEY AT LAU' ; Piviuouth, Ind TOHN G. OSIJORNE, TTORNEY AND! I cuselIorat Lnv,o(li-e ovcrC. P.ilmer's store, i cor. Laporte and Mich, st PI t-i.u-kiitli Ttultini 1 C1 A. IIUOUS ATTORNEY AT LAW Jm Plvmouth, Ind. s AML. B. CORBALEY, NOTARY PUBLIC, I 1 iMUOUlil, IIUl. R. J. E. BROOKE, PHYSICIAN ,v SURjf.i,n Plymouth, Ind. rnilKO. A. LEMON. PHYSICIAN. SURI OF.ON Druirgi-t Flviuouth, Ind. K L'i l'S UIJUWN, Ci PHYSICIAN & SUR rivmouth, Ind. s HIC.GINBOTHAM, PHYSICIAN & SUR- . GEON Plymouth, Ind. W. RENNET, PHYSICIAN tfe SU II GKOX, Plymouth, Ind. D R. D. M. DUNCAN. ti:t,cor. Laporte st.,. . . SL'ROEON DEN , ..Pivmouth, Ind. TO I IN IL S HO EM A II IM , V ATC II M A K E R and JeweN-r .Pivmouth, lud. K LINO ER A; BRO. DEALEROIN LUMBER .1 VI etc, 1 lymoiitn, inn. H E N R Y P I E R C E , DEALER IN CLO thing & Funnelling G.mmI-, Plymouth, Ind. AUSTIN FULLER, MANUFACTl'R ER And dealer in Flour Plymouth, Ind. H ENRY M. LOGAN A: Co., DEALERS IN Lumber, c Plymouth, Ind. OS EPH POTTER, SADDLE A: HARNESS Maker, Plymouth, Ind. B ARBER IX G AXD HAIR DU ESS I NG, BY Alfred Billows, Plymouth, lud. C1 LEA VELA ND & II E W ETT, DEA LF.RS in Dry Goods, etc., Plymouth, Ind. Th. c.se7justice or the peace, Plymouth, Ind. s LOON, BY S. EDWARDS, Pivmouth, Ind. D F. J. J. INEL, HOMEOPATHIST,! OGice over Palmer's store. Pivmouth. Ind. HUME, HARNESS MAKER, Plymouth, Ind. J WESTERVELT & Co., M A NU FACTI I. rcrs of Lumber, Plymouth, Ind. M. RUDD, MANUFACTURER OF Boots and Shoes Pivmouth, Ind. C, STA LEV, MANUFACTURER AND dealer in Boots i Shoes, Plymouth, In I. " IVERY STABLE, BY SILAS TIBBIT-S W.ib'Tigtnn"trt., Plymouth, Ind

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Know-Nothingism Delineated. BT A FOREIGNER. The Know-Nothing party is now disunited, And fused with the colored "Republican" clan, With whose smutty squadrons they wander benighted, Poor "Sam" at the tail, and Sambo in the van. Thev thought to succeed in their dark lantern scheming, And grasp in their hands the long government reins; They believed that the people were fools, or were dreaming Supposed that with lies they could stuff all their brains. They dared to believe in their blindness and passion, That our great Constitution and liberal laws, They could basely pervert into tools of oppression To smite down the foreigner and blacken his cause. These laws are a legacy left by our fathers, Who willed that this land an asylum should be For all who from Europe, whose darkness now gathers, Flee hither to live unmolested and free. This country, so blessed in its wise legislation, They would rob of its pride and its ancient good name; They would make our fair heritage one desolation: Our "Liberty" to be but a hissing a shame. They tell us they never shot down Irish waiters, That they always supported each brave Irish Pat; That from liberal rules thev are no deviators But the sons of old Ireland know better than that ! They called all us foreigners the vilest of creatures "Unfit," said these bigots, "to breathe the free air;" But if a Democrat looks in a Know-Nothing's feature.--. He'll see what a mark of deception lies there. Thon fling to the lreeze our bright banner of glory In high exultation its trophies will -dime, And their names will live on in traditional story Who ne er shall crouch to a Know-Nothing's Shrine! This daik hindern party is always unlucky; Each Irishman's name they would wish to defile; iThev hive shot them right down in the State of K. ntuckr, And made of their bones a big funeral pile. Cannot Louisville show them these Irishmen's! graves? There the cries of the orphan are heard round the tomb: T,K.V h.m. trcMed us wor5C th;m the bhck southf.rn , slaves, They have left us a prey unto sorrow and gloom. E - ich true hearted German will surely remember The s.-one in Ohio the blood they have spilt; " vcmhtr That will prove to t'iese uespota the depth of their guilt! j Eaeh nun to the poll- on the day of election! , And show to these desjMts there's men still alive Who spurn their foul banner of fraud and deception, On which Truth ami Justice can hope to survive! The da v is hanl bv when these double-faced bicots. T,0 Jl,,Iltor. of mcn all full of mockin;;3 anj S((inc, U id, hke traitors, be hanged to the scaffold and gibliet-o-;se,l h Be to-ssi-il high and drv on "Old Buck'.' p.ercinj horns! A LOVE LETTER. Most worthy of estimation, And held in veneration. Almost to adoration, For a good reputation. Having liberal education, With close application, Being void of ostentation. And formal adulation, After long consideration, And great consternation, With deep meditation, And mature deliberation, And much contemplation, And much heart palpitation, 1 have strong inclination, And great exjM'ctation, To become your relation, With your approbation Of this explanation, And willing acceptation, Of this declaration, It is my determination, Without publication, To make preparation, On my plantation, For altering my situaton, For the good of the nation, And if such oblation, Is worthy observation, And cm obtain comrnisseration, Of this negotiation, And cause a reformation. From all temptation, And amelioration, Of my perturbation, Also great aggrandation, Beyond all calculation, And every si ligation. Of joy exultation, Of your?, NATHAN SPEECIII FICATIOX. Walki.n.'j on; Water. The Parisians have b'-en amused of hue, by a man who walk on the water. He is supported by small air tiIit boxes to bis feet, anil lias a pole in bis ban 1, vu.h ft bladder at each end, with whi b be toucbes the water and restores bis equilibrium when about to tip over. He walked with tbe greatest apparent easrt up and down the Knin.

The Loss of the Steamship Florida. Scene on Board daring the Storm

Struggles of a Lady for the Safety of her Children Gallant action of a Gentleman. The following exciting account of the above disaster is contained ia a letter addressed by a lady passenger to her sister: Apalciiicola, Fla.,) Friday, Sept. 5, 1856. Mr Dear Sister: I know that you have alreadv been advised of the loss of the unfortunate steamship Florida, and as you were a rare that I intended returning home in her, 1 feel that you are anxious to learn all the particulars of my narrow escape from a watery grave. I took passage in the Florida at Pensacola, Thursday, Aug. 28, at 9, A. M. I was accompanied to the boat by a large party of ladies to see me embark and to wish me a God speed." The weather was pleasant during the earlier part of the day, but grew cloudy towards night, and the sea became very rough, increasing as the night advanced. The next morning 1 awoke very early, and was so happy to think I would be very soon with my darling busband. I looked out from my window and saw land; 1 jumped up and dressed myselfand children hurriedly, thinking the ship would be in by tbe time I could be prepared for meeting my darling. Went on deck to see if Apalachicola was not in sight, when I was told that the ship had been put back, and was then entering St. Joseph's Bay. This was a sad disappointment to me, but I was better satisfied when the Captain told me he was forced to put back because the sea was too high to cross the bar at Cape St. BLu The weather was pleasant this day, and I was anxious that tbe Captain should go on, but the ship remained at anchor all that day. On Saturday, when I awoke, I felt quite certain that we w ere again on our way and was surprised when I learned that the wind was fast increasiiiir to arale, and that the engines were working in order to prevent the vessel from going ashore. The wind continued to increase all that day, and the cabin now became quite wet from the beating in of the rain and spray from the sea, and soon there was not a dry place for me to remain in. The Captain advised me to take tbe bridal chamber, which I did, and soon got my two little darlings to sleep, and then tried to seek some rest; but not to sleep. The wind continuing to increase, I r.ow became much frightened, and begged someone to remain with me. All the passengers went down stairs, and 1 remained in my stateroom as long as I could, and tried to be calm and composed. It was now blowing a tenible gale, and it seemed each blast was vyinij to out-do tbe last. O! It was awful! I was told by every one who came where I was that there would be a change in the weather at 12 o'clock, for the better or for the worse; they said it could not be much worse than it was then. Oh, dear sister, you know nothing of the horrors of a storm at sea. There I remained in my room, praying to my God to spare me and my two little darlings. I beard a crash; looked out of my door, and saw that half the upper cabin was swept off. I then rushed down with my little boy in my arms, threw him to some one and ran back for my dear little Pattie. My servant, much to her credit, rushed out after me with her. I seized my child and ran down. By this time tbe remaining part of the cabin was torn off. There were in all forty persons on board. I was just about to despair, when 1 saw a gentleman with whom I was unacquainted, but there was something in his face and chivalrous bearing that gave me confidence in him. I applied to him and begged he would try and save my little Pattio. He said "Madam I give you my word and honor that I will do all that 1 can to save yourself and little girl. My health is very bad, but I will do all in my pow er." Tbe ship was now so much on her side that it was impftrrsible to stand without holding on to :' . .etbing. The skylight r.ow broke out. This added terror to tbe scene, for we could then realize how terrible was our situation. There we sat awaiting our doom, I clinging to my darling boy, and begging my God to spare us. Oh. my dear sister, then came a sight I never can forget. T!.e whole s de of the eabir? in which I was gave way. The angry wave rushed it and I came near bving washed off. My dear and noble friend (bis name is Col. Winchester, of Virginia,) still held my liule girl and sought to give mo all tbe encouragement be could. But one hope was left us. It wa to get into tha stateroom that still remained, Wo suceooded in reaching it. There wa in this room, besideg myself, children and servant. Col. Winchester and a Swedish woman. I put my two children in the berth, and it was all I could do to bold them in, the ship was so much on her side. I now clung to the window. It was so dark I could not seo anything but the sparkle of the sea water. As soon as the Colonel got out be found a rope, and gave it to

me to hold on to, and tc which I cluno-frora Ö 12 o'clock until 6 next morning, while every wave that came would wash over me; and what was worse than all, the broken timbei from tbe cabin was striking against, bruising and cutting me. I held to the rope which was attacr.ed to the crane. My servant fe the Swedish woman were also then holding to the rope. The Colonel stayed by me some time, and told me what I must do, and urged me not to hold too tisrht I would not be able to hold on long if I did; that I must tighten my grasp before and

relax after each wave would come. I am now going to tell you something which will inake vour blood run cold: In the midst of all my danger I heard a man cry out, "Take this cliild, or I will throw it oveaboard; I can't save myself, much less it!" Oh, my darling sister, can you imagine ray feelings? The thought of that speech makes me shudder as I write. The Colonel risked h!s life again by letting go of the rope, and wen' after the man who held Pattie. The Colonel told him "he would cut his throat if he threw the child over." This was all I heard. I shatmy eyes, and did not open them all night. I 'bought both my little darlings were thrown overboard. Now, the Colonel could not get back to me the water would have washed him off had he attempted it. There I was left, hanging on the side of the ship, with no one by me but my servant. Oh! it is impossible for me to describe the terrors of that night. There I clung to the rope, thinking every one was drowned, and that every wave would swep me away. Then a large piece of timber struck me several times, and stunned me so that I forgot where I was, and I let go my hold, but fortunately caught hold the rope agin before the next wave struck me. It came very near dracj-'ino me off. Then some one cried out, "We are going to sea! we are turning the Point!" My tirst impulse was to jump overboard 1 wanted to die and be washed ashore, rather than be drowned in the Gulf and never have my body found. It was a lon lime before 1 thought I could give my darling husband up 1 wanted to see him once more. Then I thought of my little darlings as dead that was the reason I did not open my eyes. I was so rau'di afraid I would see them floating in the water that was a sMit I wished to die without seeing. I bad not heard a word from any one since the man said we were going out to sea, until about 6 o'clock in the morning, when I felt a hand on my head. It made me shudder, for it felt like the band of death, it was so cold. A voice said, "Oh, my God, she is dead!" I had my eyes closed, but said "No I am not." Some one then said to me, "Hold on, we are ashore; look up and see the trees!" I opened my eyes and tried to look at the trees, but my thoughts were with my two little darlings that I supposed were then floaiiuiu the wafr. I was then taken where my sweet little Patty was. The Colonel had got a colored (fre) man to take her from that brute who said he would throw her overboard. The colored man held her all niht, having her wrapped up in a blanket. She did not cry, but said, "Please let me see my darling mamma." He 1-1 1 awful, as he never expected she would see me again. I am now safe with my husband, and tbe gallant Colonel is with us. Your affeetiontionate sister, E.J. S. For the New Albany Ledger. Journal of a Spring Tour in Italy. NO. 3 HOME. Thrusday, Afternoon The Museum of the Capitol. I feel a "veritable embarras dericl.esse" in sitting down to talk to my dear, little Journal of tbe wonders, the glories of art, I have been sitting this afternoon; but I will attempt to do so for tbe sake of the future for the sake of those days when, alas! Rome will be to me but a memory. On quitting the Senators' palace we entered the one to tbe right of the piazza. It is built around an open court with a playi!i" fountain, near which lies an ancient el colossal figuieof some diety of the waters. Passing from here up a rich marble stairway, we crossed a gallery lined with antique vases, altars, and s'itues, to the ball containinir the Dving Gladiator. Still! do you not see the- life-tide slowly ebbing from that mighty heart? "lie leans upon his hanil his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony;" Antinoi'S gl,w'ng i'1 immortal youch, siandu near, but who can turn from the awful grandeur of the gladiator' death, scene to regard, with undiminished inter, est, the beauty f that form matchless though it be? The one. a petio dream; the other, a splendid wreck, magnificent i. its very desolation! A Fawn, known to have been a woik of the great Praxiteles, and a lovely figure of a young girl playing with a dove, are

among the other treasures of this hall, from which we passed in to a side gallery, filled with authentic busts of the greatest orators, philosophers, heroes, and poets of antiquity Demosthenes, Socrates, Alexander, Homer in a word, the illustrious names of history. While we were here a party of English, guide-book in hand, came in, and beginning with the bust marked No. 1, prepared to make the tour of tbe gallery. Now this party consisted of three rosy girls, one mamma, and two very young men, their escorts. But it seemed that

among them all it was one of the girls to whom the others looked up, as possessing much and superior learning. And when, after regarding a great number of those grand old heads, they found themselves standing before a bust with a brow of wondrous depth and power, marked Hippocrates, Miss "Agusta" was unanimously appealed to; "0, Agusta, you are so f.rtremehj clever, (that is teamed) do tell us who we have here?" Agusta had hitherto been able to satisfy every similar request, and I suppose she thought it would not do to break down, now, so she fluently re

plied, h.rorraMOJ1ewa3averylTneddowna 8l,aded bclWen great tcriter-Vxved during the Pelopone-j V,."T ' J5c!j J br the loveliest. sian Wars." Imagine my amusement on i w.,nd,nS8 l lh ale.of the Alm' ln ne

my amusement on seeing the well-pleased, credulous mamma move calmly on to the contemplation of Scipio Africanus, who happened to come next on the list: I am snrrv. to cir M bur. ried me awav before I could listen toMiss' A.'s original Mmm9rr nf ,. Ati services. In the next camera we saw an altar with this inscription, O, Sole saxctissimo! "O, most sacred Sun!" How many a fair Vestal has bowed before this shrine! The prettiest little thing I ever saw is the mof-iac called Pliny's Doves; representing four doves di inking from a vessel of

w; i.ter. It hangs in the Hall of the Bronzes, perched on the sides of the Alin which also stands the famous Iliad Ta- j ban hills. The grotto has six empty niehble. And now one of the attendants un-jes, and a seventh with a statute, much delocked the door of a round cabinet, reveal- faced, so much so that its subject cannot

ing the Venus of the Capitol, the bright - est vision ever wrought in marble. I may hereafter see many exquisite statutes, but the star of my remembrance shall be "The one they call by Beauty's name." the one in whose presence I have been so thrilled with delight this afternoon. Sunday. We were at St. Peter's most of the day yesterday. Dear friends, there are no words to picture its sublimity." This morning M. and I went with Lina, the daughter of our landlady, to the church of St. Ceciba-in-'lrastevere, more than a mile distant, on the other side of the Tiber. The church stands at the entrance of the beautiful gardens belonging to the convent of the Sisters of St. Cecilia, on the site of a part of the house of the saint. The architecture of the Interior is pleasing, and the recumbent statute of St. Cecilia, in front of the grand altar, most beautiful. It was executed by Stefano Maderno, to "commem orate the exact attitude in w hich her bodv was lying when her sarcophagus was opened in the sixteenth century." A fine connoisseur, ir Charles Bell, thus describes its appearance: "The body lies on i:s side, the limbs a little drawn up; the hands are delicate and line; they are not locked, but crossed at the w rists; the arms are stretched out. The drapery is beautifully modeled and modestly covers the limbs. It is the statute of a lady perfect in form, and effecting from the resemblance to reality in the drapery of the white marble, and the unspotted appearance of the statute altogether." A side door leads from the church to the only remaining chamber of the house of St. Cecilia the scene of her martyrdom. It is paved with a delicate mosaic of precious marbles, yet almost perfect, and contains her bath; pipes conveying warm and cold water connect with it. The ceiling was richly painted in the style of the noble Romans in the third century, but age has sadly injured the once lovely frescos. When I came home I read aaiti the beautiful story of St. Cecilia in Mrs. Jameson's Sacred ami Legendary Art'" The inhabitants of the Trastevere claim to be the true descendants ot the ancient Romans, and will not intermarry with the people of tbe city across the Tiber. I: mav have been all imagination, but it seemed to nie 1 coutd maik in them a nobler bearing than that of their less anibiih.us or less favored neighbors. Certainlv the women I saw there this morning are handsomer. As we crossed the suspension bridge over the Tiber, on our return home, Lina pointed out, just above the water, the massive ruins of the Pons Suhlicius, the scene of the heroism of Hcratius Codes. Ah, ho.v well do wo all remember tbe enthusiasm w ith which in our childhood we road the story of how the brave llora ius stood in the middle of that narrow bridge, and kept the fierce Tuscans at baj till the Romans had hewn down battlement, plank, and pier, behind him. And how when be saw death reflected from the shining spears of the angry host before biro, and death in the rolling flood beneath, and Lars Porsena cried

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signing "Those craven ranks to see." 'But he saw on Palatinus, The white porch of his home; And he f poke of the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome. Oh Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman' arms, Take thou in charge this day!' " And how he then "plunged headlong into the tide," and "Cither Tiber" heard his prayer, and bore him safe to the landing place; and bow "all Rome sent forth a rap turous crv" when he trained the shore. Oh, those rare, "brave days of old!" Monday, April 1th. M. staid at home to write to-day, but Lina; the dearest little creature that ever prattled Italian and I started forth on a delightful exploring ex pedition. I had my map, and so all we had to do was to choose the place we would like to visit. Both strong and good walkers. distance was no object; we therefore decided for the Fountain of Egeria, thre1 miles from the Pincian Hill. Soon alter leaving the gate of St. Sebastain, our way of whose green hills is the Giotto of Eirevia. u There was a flowerinar wild-vine climbing over a clump of low trees on one side of tbe path, which sent forth the sweotfSnc0 1 ever inhaled.-we could SCCnt " for a Srcat dlstae. Lina could not toll me its name, and the flowers withered and lost their exquisite perfume the moment tlicy were exposed to the sun, so I did not try to preserve any of them, which I now regret. But the little vale, how beautiful is it and its surroundings! Clasped by a circlet of hills, watered by the slender Almo, with a view beyond of j the white villages of Frascati and Albano, ! be known with certainty. Three j..t3 of I crystal water issue from the walls, and! from the fountain. And when Lina had told me in her soft, musical lingua Romano., that it was a Roman Custom to drink of these pure streams to the happiness of friends, I made a cup of leaves, and, were wishes only propbcbics, those I mingled with every bright draught would bless many a dear one across the far blue sea, in the Homeland. On" leaving the grotto we met an English bridal party the happy biideg-oom was quoting Juvenal to his lady, who smiled sweetly in return, though you could see she did not pretend to understand a word. We gathered a great many of the early Almo violets mentioned in Brron's lines "The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes, Kias'd by the breath of heaven, seemed culor'd by its Aies." Climbing the hill above the grotto, with "fern, flowers, and ivy" twining round its sides we walked across the fields on the other side, and came out on the Appian Way, near the, tomb of Cecilia Mcialla. It occupies a slight eminence; Rome, with her turreted walls and myriad monuments, lay before us, beneath the evening beauty of her clear, soft April sky. Our way home led along the Way of Tombs, through the Porta JSan Sebastiane, past the sepulchre of the Scipios with its lone cypress tree, and along some scores of cui ious old streets to the Via Gregoraua. As I write I bear Lina giving her "mad re" a description of our happy day. But I begin to feel a little in need of rest; good night, my little Journal. S. A. B. The Grave of Steuben. About five miles from the village of Steuben, New York, and in the town of that name, is the grave of Baron tie Steuben. In a live-acre woodland, on a bill, and fenced in, so that the cattle cannot enter, quietly rest the remains of the Prussian hero and patriot. The grave is in tbe middle of the wood, and was once covered by monument a plain slab, with the following simple inscription: "Major-General Frederick Williim Augustus, Baron de Steuben." We iited the grave a few days since, and found the monument tumbled down, and things ging to ruin and decay. It was an unpleasant siht to stand by the grave of that great man, and think how negligent our country had been of her heroes. There in the wild wood, far from the city's crowd, and by the "für forest stream," reposed the remains of a gullant patriot, w ith nothing but a ruined mass of mortar and stones to mark bis restin:place. Baron Steuben was an aid-de-camp to the King of Prussia he was receiving a salary f 85.000 a year at the tima of the levolutionary struggle his sympathies were enlisted in behalf of the infant colony, and he left his home and bis situation to serve in tbe American cause, and take the lead of our armies. He was an able general, and an experienced tactician, and rendered invaluable services to our coun

try. Soon after tbe close of the war, Steuben retired to private life, and for seven years endeavored in vain to prevail on Con gres3 to remunerate him for his services. At length be received a salary of 82,600 a year, only half of that which he relinquished thirteen years before to risk all in her service. He located himself on the farm and in the township where lie died, given him by the State of New York. He cleared off sixty acres of land, erected a log house, and sat down for the remainder of his life. With his trustv servants, and a few friends, who still clunir to him with

more than filial affection, be watched the current of his years drift peacefully awav, without a sigh for the splendors of royality be bad left behind him in the Old World. A tree near the spot where his dwelling stood was a favorite of bis, and under that tree, in summer, he used to pass many of his hours. He expressed a wish to be buried, when died, under the tree whero he had so often rested while living. On the C5th day of November, 1797, he was struck with paralysis, and lived but thrco days afterwards. He directed, just before his death, that he should be buried in hi military cloak, with the star of honor, which he always wore, placed on his breast. His weeping servants and a f.w rustic neighbors tormed the procession to bis Solitary place of burial; and there, in the still woods, "with the military cloak around him," and the star flashing on his breast; they laid the old wanur down to rest; ho sleeps well beneath the soil he helped to free. His stormy career was over, and he who had passed his life on the battle-Celd had not a flag to droop over the hearse, or a soldier to discharge a farewell shot over his grave. A nation seems to have blotted him out from its memory, and left him to die alone, forgotten and unhonored. A "Republic may prove ungrateful," and refuse to erect a monument to tbe memory of the departed patriot and wairior, but the people of the land which which he helped to free will cherish his many virtues with filial tenderness and affection. Hume (.V. Y.) ikntinel. A Yoc.vg Ladt Draws is a Lottert". Nearly a year ago, a young lady in France, named Sophie Van Behr, conceived the singular idea iT imposing vf herself in marriage by means of a lottery. She was thirty years old, tired of a life of celibacy, and in despair at not finding a husband with enough means at his command to suit her views. She announced, therefore, that her handsome but rather mature person should be disposed of on the following terms: She created a lottery with five hundred shares of a thousand francs each. Subscribers wore to present themselves in person, in order that she might decide on their acceptability as husbands. The subs-rip-tions were placed in the hands of a notary as made, and th drawing was not to take place till all the shares were taken that is when the sum of half a million francs were complete. Not quite a year elapsed before the shares were all taken. The draw ing recently took place in the office of the nota ry who held the subscriptions and the money, in presence of two magistrates. A thousand numbers were placed in an urn, the subscribers being numlered in order as their names were iii-eiibcd. The urn was thoroughly shaken up, a blind hand was thrust in, and No. 4P9 withdrawn. The happy individual who subscribed No. 400 was a Tunisian General, who h.d already occupied the public attention by his oriental caprices. But the lady was neither frightened at the turban, nor the beard, nor the religion, nor the harem of the happy barbarian, who hastened .o marry her, and to pocket his five hundred thousand francs. The happy couple have left f r Tuni., where thev will reside. Varis Utter. Tomato Preserves. Take the round yellow variety as soon as rije; then to seven pounds of tomatoes add seven pounds of white sugar, and then let them stand over niht. Take the tomatoes out of the su-ar. and boil the fiyrup, removing the scum. Put in the tomatoes, and boil evntlv for lifteen or twenty miuutes; icmove the fruit again and boil until the syrup thickens. On cooling put the fruit into j irs and pour the syrup over it, and add a few slices of lemon to each j ir, and you will have something .o pleas the taste of the most f.tsiiiious. Pernuntxt Liquid Glce A god fluid glue ready at all limes for instant ue without any preliminary preparation, isona of the most useful articles of stock w ith which the workshop can b.? furi.'shed. To To make such glue all that is necessary i to molt throe, pounds of glue in a quart of water, and then drop in gradually a. small quantity of nitric aciJ. When tins ingredi. ent is added, the mixture is to be removed from the firo and allowed to co A. Glue so prepared b is been kept in an opn bottle for two years, and sail ready for us oa the instant.