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Nctus, Commerce,THE BLITfD HOT. , 5Ad editor, (tom whote selection we Uke the following lines. hah beautifully said that, for for himself he could not tee to read them through:It was a blessed aunmer'i day ;The flower* bloomed, the air wa* mild,Tbe little bird* potored forth their lay.And every thing in nature amiled.In pleaiant thought 1 Wandered on Beneath the deep wood’s simple shade,Till, suddenly, 1 came upon Two children who had hither strayed.Just at an aged beech tree's foot A little boy and girl reclined;His hand in hers she gently put—And then I saw the boy was bllhd.The children knew not I was near—A tree concealed me from their tieW—*■ . / *~ A !*• 1 rl ’ar «* ’V f ' #^ U'li L* k ' WJl . i ‘ j- i .Wm i wd •But all they said I well could hear;And I could see all they might de.“Dear Mary,** said the poor blind boy*“That little bird sings very long:So do you see him in his joy.And is he pretty as his song ?’*“Yes, Edward, yes,** replied the maid,“I see the bird on yonder tree,**The poor boy sighed and gently said:“Sister, 1 wish that I could see!“The flowers, you say, are very fair,And bright green leaves are on the trees,And pretty birds are singing there ;How beautiful for one who sees!Geographical Problem.—A dove starts from New Orleans and flies due South 3 days, then due West 24 days, then due North 6 days. Supposing he flies 10 hours a day, and 60 miles an hour, on what Islands will he rest at the end of the 3d day 1 On wlmt at the end of the 16th? and in what city will he alight at last ?* «a wA Touching Incident*A little Irish girl, perhaps twelve years old. was in the depot of our village, last Thursday afternoon, after the arrivals of the trains, all alone and crying. The poorchild was forlorn-lookfhg enough. Someladies noticed her, and kindly inquired into her trouble. The little girl said she did not know where to find her father. He was in Willimantie, but the poor simple child had not the slightest notion how to proceed to find him. She held an open letter in her hand, dated at this village, from her father, disclosing his name, and the fact, that he had sent for her to come lo him, and had remitted money to defray her expenses. The child had come all the way from Ireland alone, as we afterward learned from her father, and she lmd then just arrived in our village by the cars.— One of our citinens was on the point of taking her with him to some of her country people, to enquire her father out, when a woman put her head in at the door, and with body half bent, looked slowly andsearchingly around, ller eyes fell upon the little stranger. She darted at her like an arrow, and clasping her in her arms anif she would squeeze the child’s breath o it of her, she burst into a loud cry of the most passionate joy. No one needs to be told that she was the child’s mother. We had supposed that there was no mother in the case, as we understood that the poor little creature spoke only of her father; but we did not ask if that woman were the mother; after witnessing such a meeting. We have seen acting, on the stage and off, but never so affecting a stroke of pathos produced by art, as the simple outburst of this humble mother’s affection over thedarling child.— Willimantie (67.) Medium.•‘Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell.And I can feet the green leaf’s shade.And I can hear the notes that swell From those dear birds that God has made*“So, sister, God to me is kind.Though sight, alas! He has not given ;But tell me, are there any blind Among the children up in Heaven ?**“No, dearest fed ward, there all see ;But why ask me a thing so odd ?“Oh, Mary, He’s so good to me,I thought t’d Uke to look at God !'*Ere long disease his hand had laid On that dear boy so meek and mild,His WidoWcd mother wept and prayed That God would spate her sightless child*He feit the warm teats on his face.And Said: “Oh never weep for me;I'm going to a bright, bright place.Where Mary says I God shall see.“And you’ll come there, dear Mary, too ; But mother, dear* When you come there,Tell Edward, mother, that it is you—You know I never saw you bfere!'*He spoke no more, but sWeetly smiled, Until the final blow was given,When God took up that poor blind child, And dpened first his eyes—in Heaven.“Rkblack the Stone.”—One day General Washington and some of his officers,while stationed at Boston, went to Chelsea. On their way they stopped to rest and refresh themselves at the mansion of Mr. Dexter, a beautiful spot surrounded by stately elms and green fields. The coolness of the shade and the kindness of the host were very tempting to the tired horsemen on a warm summer’s day.— They alighted, and after hitching thoir horses under the trees, went to partake of the good cheer within. When the party came out, one of the gentlemen accidentally knocked off a stone from the wall which run before tbe house. Washington suid he had better replace tbe stone. “No,” answered the officer, “I will leavo that for somebody else.” Washington then went quietly and put the stone up again, saving as lie did so, “I always make it my rule, in visiting a place, to leave things in as good order as 1 find them.” Let the careless read and remember this*THE BEAUTIFUL LAND)BY THOMAS MACKKLLKR.There is land immortal,The beautiful of lands:Beside the ancient portal A sentry grimly stands.He only can undo it,And open wide the door;And mortals who passthrough it* Are mortals never more.That glorious land is Heaven,And Death the sentry grim jThe Lord therefore has given The opening keys to him.And ransomed spirits, sighing And Sorrowful for sin,Do pais the gate in dying,And freely enter in.Though dark and drear the passage* 1ihat lcdcth to the gate,Yet grace comes With the message, To souls that watch and wait;And at the time appointed,A messenger comes down,And leads the Lord’s annointed From the cross to glory’s crcwn.Their sighs are lost in singing, They’re blessed in their tears;Their journey heavenward winging They leave to earth their fears.Death like an angel seemcth ;“We welcome thee,” they cry ;Their face with glory bcamcLh— ’Tis life for them to die.THE FASHION A HI* E LADYShe hit» in the lighted parlor,And waits for her tardy beaux;She plays with her little fingers, And trots her little toes;She calls for her Spanish poodle, And calls for her China fan;She kisses her long-eared puppy, And wishes it was a man !Her mother stays in the kitchen, Dressed in her course attire;She freezes over the icca,And roasts herself over the fire;She makes some nice confection. Some delicate kind of a treat,Of ices and creams and jellies.For her daughter’s beaux to eat!The Child Preacher.—We find in an exchange paper the following simple and touching paragraph :“ God will tuke care of Baby /”—A beautiful infant bad been taught to say it, and it could say little else: “God will take care of Baby.” It was seized with sickness, at a time when both parents were just recovering from a dangerous illness, Eve-ry day it grew worse, and at last was given up to die.Almost agonized, the mother begged to be carried into the room of bar darling, to give it one last embrace. Both parents succeeded in reaching the apartment, just as it was thought the baby had breathed its last. The mother wept aloud, when once more the little creature opened its eyes, looking lovingly up into fier face, smiled, moved its lips, and in a faint voice said, “God will take care of Baby.” Sweet, consoling words! they hardly ceased when the infant spirit was in Heaven.DurabilItt of Wood.—The piles under the London Bridge have be£n driven five hundred years, and on examining them in 1816, they were found to be little decayed. Old Savoy Place* in the city of London, was built six hundred and fifty years ago, and the wooden piles consisting of oak, elm, beach, and chestnut were found, upon recent examination, to be perfectly sound. Of the durability of timber in a wet state, the piles of a bridge built by the Emperor Trajan, over the Danube afford a striking example. One of these piles was taken up and found to be petrified to the depth of three-fourths of an inch, but the rest of the wood was not different from its former state, though it had been driven 1600 years.The Holland Debt.—A Washingtoncorrespondent of the Journal of Commerce says, the Treasury has just redeemed the Holland Debt* which was contracted by the cities of Georgetown and Washington, in the year 1827. and was assumed by the government in 1836—the original amount of tbe debt was one million of dollars, being the sum which the cities subscribed for the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal. The cities never paid a dollar on tbe principal, and Congress from time to time, appropriated seventy thousand dollars to pay the anncmi interest. The balance of the debt due was $600,000. and the government has purchased it at 12 1-2 per cent premium.Sebastian RinU, of Hamilton county Ohio, has made this season, from 11,096 vines, 5,700 gallons of wine, worth tl per jyallon. His vineyard is but 54 acres inw •* aextent. - . —•A load of bops at Sheboygan, Me., the product of three acres of ground, brought$1,400.
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Terre Haute Wabash Express
Terre Haute, Indiana, US
Wed, Dec 07, 1853
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