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POETRY. RETURN OF SPRING. Dear as the dove, whose wafting wing The green leaf ransomed from the main, Thy genial glow, returning Spring, Comes to our shores again; For thou hast been a wanderer long, On many a fair and foreign strand, In balm and beauty, sun and song. Passing from land to land. Thou bring'st the blossoms to the bee, To earth a robe of emerald dye, The leaflet to the naked tree, And rainbow in the sky; I feel thy blest benign control The pulses of my youth restore; Opening the spring of sense and soul, To love and joy once more. I will not people thy green bowers, With sorrow's pale and spectre band; Or blend with hine the faded flowers Of memory's distant land, For thou wert surely never given To wake regret from pleasures gone; But like an angel sent from Heaven, To soothe creation's groan. Then, while the groves thy garlands twine, Thy spirit breathes in flower and tree. My heart shall kindle at thy shrine, And worship God in thee; And in some calm, sequestered spot, While listening to thy choral strain, Past griefs shall be awhile forgot, And pleasures bloom again. A TALE OF 1812. A SPY IN THE CAMP. In the war of 1812, the volunteers of the State of Pennsylvania promptly obeyed the authorities, when a call was made upon them for their services to defend our shores from invasion. The same spirit that urged every true-hearted American to abandon his domestic circle and his daily business, and girdle on the sword or shoulder the musket, still animates the bosoms of the present generation. At the first tap of the drum thousands started up, ready and anxious for any emergency, either to repel an aggression, or to chastise an insolent foe. Many sacrifices, no doubt, would be willingly made of personal comfort and of pecuniary profit; but if in the hour of need, personal sacrifices weigh not a feather with the American, as the past and the present strongly exemplifies. Among the many companies in this city, whose services were accepted during the last war, there was one composed entirely of gentlemen and merchants of Philadelphia, under the command of Captain Rose---a fine spirited gentleman, whose memory is cherished by a large circle of former companions in arms and associates in business. It was a troop of horse, called the First City Troop---a corps established, during the revolution, and which still preserves the flag borne upon the fields of Princeton and Trenton. The writer of this sketch was a member of that troop many years, and he well remembers the sensation of pride when gazing upon that war-worn trophy; and no doubt the same sensations throb the breasts of the youthful members, when the sacred banner is unfurled. During the war, this fine corps, admirably equipped and well mounted, acted as videttes between the Chesapeake Bay, and the scene of strife, and the troops of Gen. Cadwallader. They were posted at the head of Elk, at a place called Mount Ball, a very exposed station, within a view of the British fleet which then infested the waters of the Chesapeake. Upon one occasion, on Saturday, after the troop had been mustered and gone through their drill---the horses were picketed and the regular order of military drill was being performed---a stranger in the garb of a countryman, was seated on a rail, knocking his heels against the fence, apparently a careless spectator of the various scenes before him, when, being observed by Rose, he addressed him with the inquiry, 'who he was, and what he wanted.' The stranger, with a remarkable tone, and many expressions peculiar to the genuine Yan- kee, not often seen so far south, replied , that he lived hard by; and wanted to see the surgeon of the troop, as he had a black boy with him, who he was fearful had the small pox, and before he took him among his other hands, he wanted to be certain of it. Capt. Rose, after scrutinizing the man for a moment or so, replied that there was no surgeon attached to his troop, but plenty of first rate doctors, whose patients were suffering in

Philadelphia for the want of their services, and pointed out one of these gentlemen, at that moment busily engaged in cleaning off his charger. 'Doctor, drop your curry-comb, and come here a moment---here's a patient for you.' The doctor promptly obeyed the summons, and in company with Mr. S----- , commenced making a professional examination of the boy, which resulted in a very satisfactory declaration that there was no symptoms of the fatal disease spoken of, it being a common rash owing to the season. The farmer appeared highly delighted, all sorts of remuneration in the shape of chickens, ducks, geese, &c, were offered if they would visit him. The sun was at that moment sinking behind the horizon, and the long shadows indicated the near approach of night. After gazing a moment at the waters of the bay and his little punt or dug out---'See here, gentlemen it's a long row to my place, with the tide against me---I suppose I must stay here till morning. Oh certainly, old fellow, replied the Doctor, and Mr. S.---, come to our quar-ters---we are going to tap a small basket of champaigne, sent to us by our friends in Philadelphia, and if you never tasted that beverage, you have the chance of a first rate liquid, which by Jupiter and the roaring boys, was called Nectar." The farmer followed them, and they were soon, at work, popping off corks, and imbibing the sparkling liquid, which he of the punt declared to be the real stuff, and no mistake. A dead set was made upon the man of the chickens, but his head appeared to be proof against the most violent assaults drawing forth, however some qualities of which his figure had given no evidence. He sung admi-

rable songs, in which sailors and saucy tars were the heroes, which so captivated our troopers, that they made him repeat them over and thus passed convivially the better part of the night, when they fell to sleep without any preparations of the toilet, except doffing the belt and casque. In the morning, the stranger, now become familiar with his friends of the last nights convivial party, loitered about the camp, mingled with the troopers, watched the parade, and after drill even assisted the doctor and his friend Mr. S. to rub and curry their horses. Towards night-fall he departed with his negro, and after a time his little boat slowly receded upon the waters, turned a point, and was lost to view. Some time after the troops were recalled to Philadelphia, and were there discharged. The enemy after their attack on Baltimore, withdrew all their forces from the waters of the Chesepeake, to concentrate upon New Orleans, where they received a terrible chastisement for their robberies upon the defenseless inhabitants of the bays and creeks of Maryland and Virginia. Dr. H----, and Mr. S---- , the two gents spoken of as the entertainers of the Susquehanna farmer, made a voyage to Gibralter in a fine vessel, as super cargoes, and upon their return to the United States with fair prospects of realizing a handsome profit, were overhauled by the Southampton frigate, and captured. They were both transferred to the decks of the British man-of-war, and whilst seated apart upon a gun carriage, bemoaning their ill luck and wondering what would be done with them, their attention was drawn to the officer of the deck, who had stopped before them once or twice and examined them with great attention. As he passed them again he was heard to mutter some words which were very familiar to our friends. "Threes about, troop right dress wheel in line, march.' 'Why, H---- ,' said Mr. S---- . do you hear that fellow---curse me if he is not going through a troop drill. He must be a horse marine.' At that moment, the officer stepped up to them, and after gazing at them a few moments with a comical expression, said:---'Gents, you have got into a fix.' 'Yes, Sir,' replied the Doctor---'your assertion is very self-evident, and what is worse, we see no way of getting out of it. You are from Philadelphia, hey?---you have a fine troop of horses, called the 'First City Troop,' par excellence commanded by Charles Ross.' Our friends made no reply to this wondering the while how a lieutenant on board His Majesty's ship should know anything about these old troops. And further he continued, you have some good fellows in that troop, who know how to crack a botte of champagne, and tell whether a black boy has got the small pox or not.' The last observation quickly recalled to both of them the incident above narrated, and starting to their feet, they asked him how he knew anything about this troop and that incident of the black boy and champagne. The officer then coming up close to them said, smilingly. 'Gentlemen. I knew your faces the moment I set eyes

upon you; I was a spy in your camp for two days; I was second officer on board the Endymon, under the command of Admiral Cockburn; disguised as you saw me with that black boy, hired for the occasion, I visited your out posts, and it was I who spent such a jovial night with you on the shores of the Chesepeake. Now lets see if l cannot return the compliment. Come to my mess, and though I have no champagne, yet there is something in the locker to treat a clever fel-

low with.' They were treated whilst on board with the greatest kindness, and through the intercession of this officer were released and shortly after returned to the United States. HARD OF HEARING. A LOVE STORY. A Young Jonathan once courted the daughter of an old man that lived down east, who professed to deaf but forsooth; was more captious than limited in hearing as the sequel will show. It was a stormy night in the ides of March, if I mistake not, when lightning, and loud peals of thunder answered thunder that Jonathan sat by the old man's fireside, discussing with the old lady, (his intended mother-in-law,) on the expediency of asking the old man's permission to marry Sal.' Jonathan resolved to 'pop it' to the old man the next day. Night passed, and by the dawn of another day, the old man was found in his barn-lot, feeding his pigs. Jonathan rose from his bed early in the morning, spied the old man feeding his pigs, and resolved to ask him for Sal. Scarce had a minute elapsed, after Jonathan made his resolution, ere he bid the old man 'good morning.' Now Jonathan's heart beat; now he. scratched his head, and ever and anon gave birth to a pensive yawn. Jonathan declared he'd, as lief take thirty-nine 'stripes' as to ask the old man; 'but', said he aloud to himself, 'however, here goes it, a faint heart never won a fair girl,' and addressed the old man thus:---'I say, old man, I want to marry your daughter.' Old Man---'You want to borrow my halter. I would loan it to you, Jonathan but my son has taken it and gone off to the mill.' Jonathan---Putting his mouth close to the old man's ear, and speaking in a deafening tone---'I've got five hundred pounds of money!' Old man---Stepping back as if greatly alarmed, and exclaiming in a voice of surprise---'You have got five hundred pounds of honey Jonathan? Why, it is more than all the neighborhood has use for.' Jonathan [not yet the victim of despair, and putting his mouth to the old man's ear bawled out]--I've got gold.' Old Man---'So have I. Jonathan, and it is the worst cold I ever had in my life.' So saying, he sneezed a 'wash up.' By this time the old lady came up, and having observed Jonathan's unfortunate luck, she put her mouth close to the old man's ear, and screamed like a wounded Yahoo: 'Daddy, I say Daddy---you don't understand; he want's to marry our daughter.' Old Man---'I told him our calf halter was gone.' Old Lady---'Why daddy, you don't un-derstand---he's got gold---he's rich!' Old Man---'He's got a cold and the itch eh! What's he doing here with the itch eh! So saying the old man aimed a blow at Jonathan's head with a walking cane but happily for Jonathan, he dodged it. Nor did the rage of the old man stop at this, but with angry countenance, he made after Jonathan, who took to his heels: nor did Jonathan's luck stop here, he had not got out of the barn yard, nor far from the old man, who run him a close race, ere Jonathan stumped his toe and fell to the ground, and before the old man could 'take up,' he stumbled over Jonathan, and fell sprawling in a mud hole. Jonathan sprung to his heels and with the speed of John Gilpin, cleared himself. And poor Sal! she died a nun. Never had no husband. The Wild Woman.---The Houston Telegraph notices the capture of the wild woman of the Navida, relating to whom so much has been published. It says: A party of hunters who were out hunting deer accidentally came upon the camp of this singular creature and captured her. She is an African negress who fled to those wilds when the settlements were deserted just after Fanning's defeat, and she has been wandering like an odrang outang for a period of about fifteen years. Her food during that period has consisted of acorns, nuts, and other wild fruits, with such other food as she could occasionally steal from the neighboring settlements. She cannot speak English, but converses freely with the Africans on the neighboring plantations. Thus is solved the mystery that has hitherto given a romantic interest to the story of the wild woman of Navida.

From Oregon.

Extract from a letter written by an Oregon Emigrant from Cass County, Illinois: "It is much more pleasant for a farmer in Oregon to set in his house, and let his cattle roam about over the hills and plains and get fat in the winter season, without the least attendance from him; and if it does rain a little, then it is for a farmer in Illinois, who has to work hard in summer to make food for his cattle during the winter, and then has to feed it on to them in rains, snows, hail, &c. In short Oregon, is a great country for the farmer. Everything that he raises brings a good price. l will give you a few examples

of Oregon farmers, taken from the neigh- some of the Eastern States, that on the borhood in which I am now living. sea shore they have floated in winrows Jessee Looney has a farm of about six on the sand, having been driven into the hundred and forty acres, which by the sea by winds and drowned. They have way is the size of all Oregon farms, for only made their appearance in this region the law allows each man to claim that in any considerable quantities, within much, and all hands are certain to claim three or four years. all they can hold. He has about 300 The cedar or cherry bird, was first nohead of American cattle which are worth ticed west of the Genesee river, in 1828; one hundred dollars per head. His lady and now is so great a pest as to induce has made this season, a thousand pounds many to give up the cultivation of cherof butter, for which she got one dollar ries, especially if not in the wood. per lb. He has in his granary about four The gopher a species of ground squirthousand bushels of wheat; worth two rel, with pouches on the outside of its dollars per bushel. Mr. Hamilton Camp- cheeks to carry the dirt from its hole, is bell, a gentleman formerly from Sping- very plenty in Missouri and Iowa; but field, Illinos, has about three hundred has never crossed the river into Illinois head of horses, and about two thousand or Wisconsin. It only works at night, head of cattle;--but stop says your rea- burrowing in holes under ground, subder. These men are not fair samples of sisting upon the roots of the trees, grass the farmers of Oregon. They are not the and vegetables. These are persons who Strawns of the country. No, they are have suffered by their depredations for not: Mr. Looney is about an average Or- twenty years who have never been able egon farmer. All the hands he employ- to catch or even see one of these nocturned on his farm during the last three, years al depredators.

are himself and two sons, twelve and sixteen years old. No farmer thinks of hiring hands to work on his farm; labor costs too much. Besides, he could not get hands to work on his farm if he wanted to, as no man is fool enough to work

for another, on a farm, when he can claim sal. a tract of land, and work for himself.The Hessian fly was introduced, it is It takes less labor to make a living off of supposed by the foreign mercenaries in a farm in Oregon than in any country un- 1777, on Long Island, from their baggage der our government in my opinion. or in the forage of their horses. It has Stock requires no wintering here as in proved the greatest pest on this contithe States; as the grass found upon the nent, with perhaps the exception of the Commons here is ample to keep stock weevil.

fat all winter. Bourbon Gazett. Washington Monument. The dimensions of the monument at Washington, now in the course of construction at the national capital, are as follows: The foundation was laid 8 feet below the surface of the earth. When the basis had been thus prepared, the first course of marble commenced, consisting of large blocks, constituting the outside surface of the mounument, while blue stone is continued up within. The di-

mensions at the bottom, from outside to &c., and this too in the shrillest voice outside, are 55 feet; from which they are imaginable, very much to the annoyance gradually to diminish to the top, 517 feet of the audience, and the discomfiture of from the ground, where, they will shrink the good Domine. whose voice by the to 33 feet. The monument will be hol- bye, was very similar in its tone. low throughout; a square of 25 feet each It happened one Sabbath morning that way being left from top to bottom, and Betsey was more than usually devout and continuing of the same size all the way ejaculatory, so noisy, in truth, that the up. Its sides are 15 feet thick at the minister could stand it no longer, and he bottom, and gradually diminish in thick- ordered some one to 'take the woman out ness to 4 feet. Round this aperture, of church. within, there is to wind a stair, having Two young bucks immediately ata hollow hand-rail of metal, containing tempted to carry out the Domine's wishgas, which, being let into burners from es; one taking Betsy by the heels and the space to space, will supply the building other by the shoulders. She made a with an ample amount of light, night great lament, and struggled violently, and day. There are no window or open- and as they bore her down the broad aisle ings of any sort, till near the top, where she screamed at the top of her voice, 'Oh,

probably there will be a lantern. The view from this point will be of unequaled magnificence. Who are your Aristocrats. Twenty years ago, this one butchered, that one made candles, another sold cheese and butter, a fourth carried on a distillery, another was a contractor on canals; others were merchants and mechanics. They are acquainted with both ends of society as their children will be after them, though it would not do to say so out loud. For often you shall find that these toiling worms hatch butterflies, and they live about a year. Death brings divisions of property, and it brings new financiers; the old agent is discharged: the young gentleman takes his revenues, and begins to travel--to- wards poverty, which he reaches before death-- or his children do if he does not. So that, in fact, though there is a sort of monyed rank, it is not hereditary; it is accessible to all; three good seasons of cotton will send a generation of men up; a score of years will bring them all down, and send their children again to labor. The father grubs and grows rich; his children strut, and use the money: their children inherit their pride, and go to shiftless poverty, their children re-in-vigorated by fresh, plebian blood, and by the smell of the clod, come up again. thus society, like a tree draws its sap from the earth, change ii into leaves and blossoms, spreads them abroad in great glory, sheds them off to fall back to the earth, again to mingle with the soil, and at length to re-appear in new trees and fresh garniture. Hunt's Merch. Mag.

Its but little more than forty years since the first crow crossed the Genesee river westwardly. They with the fox,

the hen hawk, swallow and many other birds and insects, seem to follow in the track of civilization. The grain worm or weevil began its course of destruction in Vermont, about the year 1828. and it progresses in the course it takes from ten to fifteen miles a year. It has not reached Western New York to any extent; but the destroyer is on its march, and desolation will follow its tracks in this great wheat growing region. Rose bugs has been so common in The cut worm is of recent origin The first time it was noticed as doing much damage was during 1816 and 1817, noted as the cold year, when the whole northern country approached the very brink of famine. Theyv are now univerChurch Incident. A few years since there dwelt in the goodly city of Brunswick, N. J., a certain Betsey Baker, a very devout, but at the same time very nervous hysterical, fidgety old maid. Now Betsy was a constant attendant of the Rev. Dr. Home's Church, and during the morning prayer and in fact, at all periods of the sermon, she was in the habit cf breaking out into ejaculations, such as 'Glory to God! 'Come Lord Jesus.' Amen, &c., top Lord God! I am served worse than my Savior: He rode through the streets of Jerusalem upon one ass, but I ride upon TWO!' The church was not in a very proper mood for devotion, and we believe service was dispensed with for the fore- noon. .As for the young bucks, they did not show themselves again at that Church. Poison in Eggs. The editors of the Salem Gazette, in publishing an account of the death of Mr. Bassett's children, says: A friend on reading the above slatement, gives us the following extract from a Cyclopedia: The white of an egg boiled hard in the. shell and suspended in the. air afterwards, a liquid drops from it which will dissolve myrrh, which is more than even water, oil, spirits, or even fire itself can effect. A little putrid white of an egg taken into the stomach, occasions nausea, horror, fainting, diarrhea, and gripes. It inflames the bile, excites heat, thirst, fever' and dissolves the humors like the plauge. The liquid that drops from this hard boiled egg is an oil and and no more. This be obtained by distillation. Any putrid animal matter will cause nausea. &c, as well as the putrid white of an egg.-- The white of an egg is composed of albumen. There is one thing singular about albumen, viiz: 'nitric acid at 70 deg. disengages from it an abundance of azotic gas, and if the heat be increased, prussic acid is formed, after which carbonic acid and carburetted hydrogen are evolved. Scientific American.

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