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pram. m HSNQmatJD â€"_ When maidens enter into life, And blushing miss becomes the wife, The female heart’s in tune ; When love beats high, and reason’s hid, And ‘ deary ’ does whate’er he’s bid, Then springs the Honeymoon. When trinkets, rings, and such bijouz Are bought to please the lovely Sue, And jaunts are made to town ; When smiles bedeck the pleasing face. The new-caught husband shines with grace, if More bright’s the Honeymoon. When all is mutualâ€"all is love, The maid a turtle or a. dove, And morning poops too soon ; The youthful pair increAse in chrome, And breathe loVe iii each otlier‘s arms, Full-orb’d’s the Honeymoon. 'When reason through a cloud is seen, And business wakens from a dream, And August thinks on June; When family matters call on aid, The wife sits easy on the maid, Then wanes the Honeymoon. When orders come from lips so sweet, And ‘ Money, money !’ they repeat, And mistress dares presume; The fetter’d lover feels his chains, And struggles-«but to increase his painsâ€"- Then draps the Honeymoon. When ‘ Sir, you must come in at three- There’s company to dine With me.’ And husband’s brows fall down: Then madam rules with iron rod. And purse and patience feel the loadu Then sets the Honeymoon. Let reason's planet then be brightâ€"- ’Twill gild the lonely winter’s night With friendship’s cheery bloom; No family broils will cry aloud ; Good-nature’s sun peeps through the cloud, Nor changes like the moon. Titanium int tiifltériiiitttINEIGflBtitt. We had moved into a house, situ- J'ated about the center in ten, all run up together in hurried, mushroon fashion, and divided from each other by partitions of brick so thin that sound was only a little dcadcned in passing through. Vol. 111. No. 34; shading my face from the light, still in ConfllCl Wllh myself. When I be' ing. it seems to me, but wrangle in whistle. came conscnous of a lifting of the hisfamilv. Pity thathc hadn’t some- the infection, and would commence shadows that were around me, and ' thing of the pleasant temper of our [singing on the instant our neighbor of a freer respiration. “ ALEX. SCOTT, Proprietor. l was sitting, with my hand partly l The change was slight, but still very perceptible. I was beginning to question as to its cause, when my thought recognizad an agency which had been Operative through the sense ofhearing. though not bcfore externally perceived in consequence of my abstracted state. My neighbor was whistling ‘ Begone Dull Care l' Now, in my younger days, I had whistled and sung the air and words of the cheerful old song hundreds of times, and every line was familiar to my memory. I listened, with pleased interest, for a little while and then, as my changing slate gave power to resolutions quick born of better reason, I said in my thought, emphatically, as if remanding an evil spirit. ‘ Begonc, dull care !’ and the fiend left me. Then l spoke cheerfully, and in tone of interest to quiet little May, who had walked round me three or four times, wondering in her little heart, no doubt, what held her at a distance from her papa, and who was now seated by her mother, loan- ing hcr flaxcn head, fluted all over with glossy curls, against her knee. She sprang, at my voice, and was in my lap at a bound.-â€"-â€"Vthl thrill of l a row of pllasure the tight clasp of her arms sent to my heart! Oh love thou art full of blessings! From that momentl fclt kinder toward my neighbor. He had done For me goodâ€"played before me as Da- thc first three or four nights I was vrd did before Saul, exercising the unable to sleep except in snatches, for so many noises came to my cars, originating, apparently, in my own evils spirit of discontent. There was no longer a repellent sphere, and soon all my little ones were close domicile, that anxiety in regard to around me, and happy as in other burglars was constantly excited. Both on the first and second nights I made a journey through the house in the small hours, but found no in- times with their father. After they were all in bed, and I sat alone with my wife, the cares that ‘infest the day’ made a new truderson mvprcmiscs. Thcsounds assault upon me, and vigorously that disturbed the came from some of my neighbors, who kept later vigils than suitcd my habits. ‘ There it is again !' said l, looking up from my paper, as I sat reading stop they made, on the second day after taking pOS- maintain that ti'anqudity which so’ strengthens the soul for work until session of my new home. ‘ That fellow is a nuisance.’ , What follow?’ asked my wife, whose countenance showed surprise at the remark. She was either un- conscious or unaffccted by the cir- glanced toward her at every turn in cumstance that annoyed my sensitive ears. ‘ Don't you hear it I’ said I. ‘ Hear what 'l’ ‘ That everlasting \vhistlc.’ ‘Oh.’ A smile played over my wife’s face. ‘ Does it annoy you 'l’ ‘ I can’t 53y “la” 3'“ I’m‘iculill'lf’ self-rebuke, ‘ thus to let idle brood- annoyed by it yet; but I shall be if it’s to go on incessantly. whistles for want of thought, and this very fact willâ€"’ “I’m not sure of that,’ remarked my mind. Ifclt their approaches and the gradual receding of cheer- ful thoughts with every advancing In my struggle to strove to iepain their lost empire in} l duty, l arose and walked the floor. My Wife looked tip to me with inquiin on her face. Then she let her eyes fall upon her needlework, and as I my walk, and as lglanccd to and lict'at every turn in mv walk. I saw AURORA AND RICHMOND HILL, A ‘The man’s a brute l’ said my wife emphatically, ‘ He does noth- neighbor on the other side.’ ‘ That is a more agreeable sound, I must confess,’ was my answer, as the notes of ‘ What Fairy like Music steals over the Sea,’ rose sweetly on the air. ‘ Far more agreeable,’ returned my wife. He plays Well on his instrument,’ I said, smiling. My car was follow- ing the notes in pleased recognition. We stood listening until our neigh- bor passed to another air, set to Mrs. Heman’s beautiful words, ‘ Come to the Sunset Tree.‘ To a soft, slow, tender measure the notes full, but still we heard them with singular distinctness through the inteerning wall, just a little muffled, but sweeter for the obstruction. “ The day is past and gone, The woodman’s axe lies free, And the reaper’s work is done." My wife recalled these lines from her memory, repeated them in a sub- dued, tranquilizing tone. The air was still sounding in our cars, but we no longer recognized its impres- sion on the external senses. It had done its work of recalling the beau- tiful Evening I'Iymn of thc Switzar, out we i‘cpcated to each other verso after verse. “ Sweet is the hour of' rest, Pleasant the wood’s low sigh. And the gleaming of the west, And the turf whereon we lie, When the burden and the heat, Of labor’s task are o’er, And kindly voices greet. The loved ones at the door.” To which I added:â€"- “ But rest more sweet and still Titan ever nightfall gave, Our longing hearts shall fill, In the world beyond the grave. There shall no tempest blow, No scorching noontide heat; There shall be no more snow, No weary wandering feet; And we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our fathers trod. To the quiet of the skies- To the Sabbath of our God.” All was now still on both sides. The harsh discord of our scolding neighbor had ceased, and our whist- ling neighbor had \varblcd his good night melody, which, like a pleasant flower growing near an unsightly object, and intcrposing a vail of beau- an eitpression of tender concern unity, had removed it from our con- hor lips. Site understood that l was not ateasc in my mind, and the know- 1 ledge troubled lici'. sciousness. It was a long time since I felt so peaceful on retiring as when mv 'HOW wrong I“ met, I said. in‘Ilicad went down upon its pillow, thanks to my light-hearted neighbor, ing over mere outside things. which A man such brooding can in no way affect, trouble the peace of homc,’ and I made a new effort to rise again into a sunnier region. But the fiend had “‘3’ Wife», mlerwlfllng ""3, ‘ “"3 Pm" me in his clutches again. and lcould notwithstanding. I would say that he Whistles from exubrant feelings. Our neighbor has a sunny temper, no doubt; what. I’m afraid. cannot be said of our neighbor on the other side. I’ve never heard him whistle; but his scolding abilities are good; and judging from two days’ obscr« vatlon, he is not likely to permit them to grow feeble for want of use.’ I did not answer but went on With my reading, silenced, if not recon- ciled to my whistling neighbor. Business matters anroyed me through the day, and I felt moody and depressed as I took my course homevvard at nightfall. I was not leaving my cares behind me. Be- fore shutting my account books, and locking my fire-proof, I had made up abundle of troubles to carry away with me, and my shoulders stOOped beneath the burden. ‘ Idid not bring sunlight into my dwelling as I crossed, with dull,‘dcli- berate steps, its threshold. The fly- ing feet that sprung along the hall, and the eager voices that filled sud- denly, the air in a sweet tumult of sound as I entered, were quiet and hushed in a little while. I did not repel my precious ones, for they Were very dear to my heart; but birds do not sing joyously except in sunshine, and my presence had cast a shadow. The songs of my home birds dicd in fitful chirpingsâ€"thcy sat quiet among the branches. I saw. this, and understood the reason. I condemned myself; I reasoned against the folly of bringing worldly cares into the home sanctuary; l endeavored to rise out of my gloomy state. But neither philosophy nora self-compelling effort was of any avail. not release mvsclf. Now it was at whose whistling proponsiticsl was inclined in the beginning to he an. noyed. But for him I should have gone to rest with the harsh discord of my Scolding neighbor's voice in my cars, and been ill at. ease with myself and the world. On what that my DQVI'J came anew 10 my “3' seeming trifles hang our states of licf. Suddenly his clear notes rang mind! A word, a [00k, a long of 0‘“ m the 3”: ‘Away “"m MCIaH‘ music, a discordant jar, will bring choly.’ I cannot tell which worked the inâ€" stant revulsion of feeling that came â€"-the cheerful air, the words of the light or shadow, smiles or tears. On the next morning, while dross- ing myself, thought reached forward over the day’s anxieties, and care be- song which were called to remem- brance by the air, or the associations of bygone years that were revived. But the spell was potentamd co.ii- ,uneml in sweet malins._.Day on p’e’e‘ I was myself agam' the Mountains’ rang out cheerfully, During the evening the voice of followed ‘Dcar Summer Mom,’ my \Vlfe broke outscvcraltimcsinto winding of with ‘Begone, Dull snatches of songâ€"a thing quite an. ' usual of late, for life’s sober reali- ties had taken the music from her as well as from her husband. ‘vVe were growing graver every day. It was pleasant to hear her flute-tones again, very pleasant, and my ear hearkcned lovingly. The cause of gun drawing her somber curtains around me. My neighbor was stir- ring also, and. Like the awaking bird, happy child which had sprung into his arms, and was being Smothcred with kisses. The cloud that was gathered on my brow passed away, and I met my wife and children at the breakfast table with pleasant smiles. Care l’ and the merry laughter of a' this fitful warblingl recognized each time as the notes died away.â€" They were responsrve to our neigh- bor. Idid not then remark upon the circumstance. One reason of this lay in the fact that I had spoken lightly of our neighbor’s whistling propensity, which struck me in the beginning as vulgar! and I did not care to acknowledge myself so largeâ€" ly his dcbtor as I really was. We were in our bedroom, and about retiring for the night, when loud voices, as if in strife, came dis- cordantly through the thin party walls, from our neighbors on the other side. Something had gone wrong there, and angry passions were in the ascendant. ‘How very disagreeable !" I re- marked. In a few days I ceased to notice the whistling of my neighbor. It continued as usual, but had grownto such a thing of course as not to be an object of thought. But the effect remained, showing itself in a gradual restoration of that cheerfuluess which care. and work, and brooding anxie- ty about worldly things. are so apt to produce. The ‘Voicc of music,’ which had almost been dumb in my wife for a long period, was graduallv restored. Old familiar duties would break suddenly from her throat as she sat sewing, and I would often hear her singing again, from room to room, as in the annular days of our springâ€"time. As for myself, scarcely an evening passed in which I Was not betrayed into heating time with my foot to ‘Auld Lang Sync,’ or i Happy Land’r t Gemini ,hmugh right is the most unreasonable Wrong. rt! M RICHIVIOND HILL, FRIDAY, JULY the Rye,’ or ' Hail Columbia,’ in re- sponse to my neighbor’s cheery Our children also caught turned his pipes. Verin he was our benefactorâ€"the harping David to our Soul ! ‘You live at No. 510, I think,’ said a gentleman whose face was far- mili r, though I was‘not able to call his name. We were sitting side by side in the cars. I answered in the affirmative. ‘ So I thought,’ he replied. 'I live at 5l4«-second door east.’ ' Mr. Gordon l’ ‘ Yes, sir; that is my name. Plea- sant houses, but mere shclls,’ said he Then, with a look of disgust on his face.â€"â€"-‘Dosen’t that whistling fellow between us annoy you terribly? I’ve got so out of all patience that I shall either move or silence him. Whistle, whistle. whistle, from morn till night. Bib! I always detested whistling. It‘s a sign of no brains. I’ve writ- ten him a note twice, but failed to send either time; it isn’t well to quarrel With a neighbor if you can help it.’ ‘ It dosen’t annoy me at all,’ l answered. ' Indeed, I rather like it.’ ‘ You do? Well, that is singular! Just what my wife says.’ ‘ First. rate for the blue devils, l findâ€"i‘m indebted to our whistling friend for sundry favors in this direc- tion.’ | My new acquaintance looked at curiously. ‘ You're not in earnest,’ said he, a half amused smile breaking through the unamiablc expression, which his face had assumed. ‘ Altogether in earnest; and I beg of you not to send him that note.â€" So your wife is not annoyed 'l’ ‘ Not slic.’ ' ‘ls she musical?’ I enquired. ‘She was, but of late years life has been rather a serious matter with us. and her singing birds have died or los: the heart for music.’ ‘ The history ofnianv other livcs,’ said I. The man sighed faintly. ‘Has there been a recent change P’ I ventured to enquire. ‘ in what rcspcctl’ he asked. ‘ Has there been no voice from the singing birds I’ A new expression came suddenly into the man’s face. , ‘ Why, yes, he answered, ‘ now that I think of it. There has been some low, fitful warblings. Only last evening the voice of my wife stolc out. as if half afraid, and trembled a little while on the words’ of an old song.’ "l‘he air of which our neighbor was whistling at the time, said I. ‘Right, as I live 1’ was my com- panion’s cxolamation, after a pause, slapping his hand on his knee. I could hardly help smiling at the look of wonder, amusement. and con- viction, that blended on his face. ‘ Wouldn't mad that note,’ said I, meaningly. ‘ No,hang me ifI do! lmust study this case. I’m something of 'a phi- losophcr, you must know. If our neighbor can awaken the singing birds in the heart of my wifc,he may whistle till the crack of dooms-day without hinderancc from me. I’m obliged to you for the suggestion.’ A week afterwards I met him again. ‘ What about the singing birds?‘ I asked, smiliiigly. ‘ All alive again, thank Gad l’ He answered with a heartiness of man- ner that cansed me to look narrowly into his face. It wore a less bitter expression than when] observed it last. ‘ Then you don’t send that note ‘l’ ‘ No, sir. Why, since I saw you I’ve actually taken to whistling and humming old tunes again, and can’t tell how much better it makes me feel. And the children are becom* ing merry and musical as crickets. Our friend’s whistle sets them all agoing, like the first signal-warble of a bird at day~dawn that awakens the woods to inclody.’ We were on our way homeward, and parted at my own door. As I entered, ‘Home, Sweet Home ’ was pulsing in tender harmonics on the air. I stood still and listened until tears fell over my cheeks. The singing birds were alive again in the heart of my wife also, and I said. ‘ Thank God I' as warmly as my neighbor had uttered the words a little while before. None but a fool is always right; and his VOCATE , 1 AN “ Let Sound Reason weigh more with us than. Popular Opimbn.” 26, l 8.61.. MARRIAGE. A curious instance ofa lady avail- ing herself, in 1540, of the right to appear by champion in a ‘breach of promise of marriage ’ case, is, mentioned in the .Memoir: of the .Mars/ial dc Viellevillc. The husband of Philippa deMon- tespedon haviiig'dicd in Piedmont without issue, she was left a young, rich, and beautiful widow, and was sought in marriage by several noble suitors. Among these was the Marqms de Saluces, to whose at- tentions she seemed to listen favour- ably, and she permitted him to ac- company her from Turin to Paris. It turned out, however, that the sly dame merely wished to have the advantage of his escort on the jour- ney ; and when she arrived at. its termination,she cavalierly dismissed him, say-ing. ‘ Adieu, sirl your lodg- ing is at the hostel des Ursins, and mine at the hostel Saint Denis,closc to that of the Augustins.’ The marquis still persisted in his suit; but as I’liillippa continued obdurate, he asserted that she had made him a formal promise of marriage, and cited her to appear before the court of parliament. She came there, attended bya numerous company of friends, and having been desired by the presid- ent to hold up her hand, she was asked whether she had ever promis- cd marriage to the marquis, who was then present in court. She answered upon her honour that she had not; and when the court pro- ceeded to press hcr Willi further questions, she exclaimed, with passionate warmth, ‘Gcntlcmcn, I never was in a court of jusiice be- fore ; and this makes me fear thatI may not answer properly. But to put a stop to all captious cavilling and word‘catching, I swear in the face of this assembly, to God, and the kingâ€"~10 God under pain of eternal damnation to my soul ; and to the king under the penalty ofloss of honour and lifeâ€"that I have never given pledge or promise of marriage to the Marquis dc Saluccs; and, what is more, that] never thought of such a thing in my life. And if there is one who will assert the contrary, here is my chevalier whom I offer to maintain my words, which he knows are entirely true, and uttered by the lips of a lady of honour, if ever there was one.»- And this I do, trusting in God and my good right, that he will prove the plaintiff to be (begging the pardon of the court) a villanous , liar I’ .This spirited defiance caused no little sensation among the audience ; and the president told the registrar 'that he might put up his papers, for Madame la Marechal had taken ganothcr and much shorter road to- lwards settling the dispute. Then, laddrcssing the marquis, he asked, ‘Wcll, sir, what say you to this 1 BREACH OF PROMISE OF 15 ADVERTISEtt. TERMS: $1 Advance I c... VVlioleiiNo. 139. MONUMENT. Tun Monument proposed to be built on ’ the Abbey Craig, near Stirling, consists of a lofty?- and imposing Scottish Baronial wacr, upwards of 200' feet liigh,“and.l36 feet square, having Walls of a thihk and massive construction, of a tit less than 15 feet thick at the b' _ ,I and graduat- ing from 5 to 6‘ feet at the top. The masonry is to be of a strong and enduring description,â€" concreted with thin hot lime, hardening the whole into a solid mass as in the examples of medieval architecture. At the east side of the tower is the keeper’s house, between which and the monument is an open court- yard, entered by a massive, circular, arched gateway,having bold mould- ings. characteristic of the Scottish baronial style, above which is placed the heraldic arms of Sir Wil- liam Wallace. Passing through the gateway into a stone arched pass- age, a straight flight of steps, set in the thickness of the wall, leads to an open octagon Winding staircase, the walls of which are of solid astclai‘ work projecting from the south-west angle of the tour, and running up nearly its entire height. The walls of the staircase, raking with the stair, are pierced with arrowlct slits or lights continuously in each flight of steps to the summit of the square tower. Externally the walls ofthe staircase are bound about with imi- tation rope work,with bold moulded angles. The hand-rail is wrought out of the solid nowal. This stair- case conducts to several spacious and lofty halls. the ceilings and floors of which are fire-proof, being arched Willi brick, having the floors laid with Mosaic tiles. It is propos- ed to set apart thcsc scvcral rooms as visitors and rcliquary rooms, or museums for the reception of old armour and other antiquarian relics, illustrative ofcarly Scottish history; and, should the funds permit, an op- propriate marble statute of the il- lustrious patriot will be placed in the uppermost gallery or hall. The apex of the monument exhibits the form of an imperial open crown of stone, of much grace and beauty, at once forming a most appropriate and graceful termination to the whole monument, and which can- not fail to present a most command- ing outline and graceful feature when seen against the open sky.-â€"- The coronal top or crown in up- wards of 50 feet high, and consists of eight arms, four Springing from the angles of the tower, and four from the sides, all converging and abutting on the centre upon an open ncwal staircase, and forming a series of flying buttresses broadly ribbed, having the spandrils richly filled in with open traccry. The outer ranking flanks ofthe buttresses are surmounted Willi massive crock- eted pinnacles, the tout ensemble of which imparts a pleasmg lightness and impressive monumental effect to the whole dcsign. Tun NATIONAE. WALLACE challenge 'I’ Bu, ,he love as We]; as the “your. We need scarccly‘ add that the site is one of surpassmg beauty, and ,of the latter Was fast oozing away ; from the monument will be had and the craven knight answered by some of the most magnificent views not,’ said he, ‘to take a wife. by of a Wide and extensive plain of country nowhere surpassed in Scot- l a very decided negative, ‘I want; l {om . d .f h d .l\ Ian-l, overlooking as it does the e ’ an 1 s e f)“ "0t “7‘” llecciic of numerous and hard-fought :have me, I do not Wish to have lierll' battle-fields.tâ€"-â€"Scotc/z Paper.- lAnd so making a low obcisance to the court, he prudently retired, and the fair Philippa heard no more of his pretensions to her hand. Hortensz'us, or the fld'vocate. OLD FOLKS. Bless the old people, Say We Paa- What should we do without them? Does not a man feel better and stronger in the battle of life for hav- V ing a grey-headed old father and A Statesman Should ha" ears “7 mother tinder the shelter of some ,hear the distant rustling of the wings of brownscaved farm house far away? Time.- Mast people only catch sight of it Does the millionaire’s heart leup when it is flying away. when it is oven, half so high, at the sight of the head it darkens their view. pines and oranges that daily de‘ corate his table, as he does when Mannersâ€"There are certain manners the barrel of red-streaked apples which are learned in good society ofthat Comes from the country homeâ€"- force that, lfa person have them, he or apples from “‘9 Old Sidehl“ mallard. she must be considered everywhere wels come, thongh without beauty, wealth, or genius. Why is a raiser like seasoned timber? Because he never gives. Joys are the flowers dropped in our path by the hand of Providence. Captain Simpson, Commander of the brig Bird of the Ware, of Boston, states that on his passage from Port au‘ Prince, on the 18th inst., lat. 203 51,1": saw afloating island twenty feet high, with trees on it, and that be passed within 200 tfeetof it. carefully picked out by a spectaclcd mother, and directed, in a shaking hand, by the kindly old man? Ahl thosc apples have a flavor of home and childhood! What an event it is to the dwellers in‘brown stone mansions and marble fronted pal- aces, to have the old folks come up from the country on a visit, with their old-fashioned ways and anti- quated snuff-colored garments, and horror of all new inventions, and dangerous novelties ! We can but smile when they blow out the gas, and sit as far as possible from the furnace registers for fear thev should burst, and start every time the speaking tubes are used, and regard the Water pipes as fearful and wonderful things. Such things make them feel that their day and ‘ generation are over, overmore than 'the white-headed little grand-child d‘ren, and the silver threads in the locks of the son or daughter, who .was their ‘baby’ once. Yet there is something beautiful in their sink plicityâ€"their utter ignorance of the marvels of city life.- The dear old folks! as long as they are alive, there is always an untiring ear for our tales ofjoy or trial», a ready cx‘ case for our foiblcswthere is always some one to whom we are still ‘ the children.’ it is only when the ace customed fircaside chair is empty", and the violets growing ovm‘ the gentle eyes. that we feel the bitter- est pang of heart-sickeness that earth has to give. When the old folks are gone "we are alone, though a thousand friends sit round our hearth’stones. POWER OF KINDNESS. Many Years since, there lived in one of the central counties of New Jersey a poor mechanic, eminent for his pious Zeal and consistency. He was very much tried by the conduct of an ungodly neighbour, who was in the habit of cutting his Wood for the week on the Lord’s day, and the .sound of whose axe continually disa turbcd the old Christian’s medita- tions.- Father H,, as he‘ Was called. often rcmonstrated earnestly and kindly with his neighbour, but witha- nut any effect. At length he adopted a different course. One Saturday afternoon, his neighbour found the old man very busy at his wood-pile, and inquired, with aston- ishment, what he was doing. ‘Why,’ replied Father H., ‘ you will persist in cutting your wood on God’s holy day, and it grieves me so much that I mean to do it for you this after. noon, so that you will have no tern- tation to do it tosmorrow.’ The man was at once oriercome, and ex- claimed, ‘ No. you shall not ; I will do it myself; nor shall you ever after this have reason to complain of me for chopping on the Lord’s day.’ And he was as good as his word. The old man has long since gone to his rewaid, but this incident lives alter him. to enforce the Di- vine discretion, ‘Bc not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good] AVOID TanirTATion.â€"â€"â€"’I‘he follo au- ing device must win the palm for ingenuity in detecting the secret thoughts and the hidden vices of customers :â€"-“ In order to prove and profit by the probation of the fre- quenters, I procured a newlyicoined half-sovereign. and, with a particle of gum, affixed it to the inside of the top of the glass show-case upon the counter, in such a manner that it appeared to be lying on the outer surface ; and by frequently observ- ing the conduct of customers upon various Occasions. I was enabled to determine Will] a very considerable degree of certainty, whose inten- tions were upright and whose the opposite. It was no less strange than alarming to note the number of those who attempted, by various strategy, to appropriate it to their own use. Now a lady would carc' fully lay her handkerchief upon the case, immediately over the coveted coin, and on removing it cautiously with her thumb and finger, nip that portion of it supposed to contain the prize. Another would cover the spot with her muff, and, while pres tending to examine some article with one hand, (Endeavour to secure the little innocent with the OlllCl‘.-â€"-’ Some would anxiously inquire for goods on the shelves behind, to dis vert attention from the object of their cupidity. Some scrupulously emptied their purses wlier making payment, immediately over and around the unsuspecting little coin. that in the gathering up again it might be harvested. The chagrin painted on the countenance of each individual furnished an infallible guarantee of the intent, and eXposcd an amount of latent villany abso- lutely startling to the beholder.â€" But the scheme Was rather too ex- pensive to be afforded long. I ob served that those who had been unâ€".. successful ever after avoided the shop.” The brave only know how to forgive; it: is the most refined and generous pitch of virtue human nature can arrive at. Cow- ards have done good and kind actions; c‘oWards have even fought, nay, conquered; but a coward neVer forgave; it is not in his nature; the power of doing it flows only from a strength and greatness of soul conscious of its own force and security, and above all the little temptations of re- seating every fruitless attempt to inter. rupt its happiness. How TO Know A Foot..â€"-By six qualities may a fool be knownâ€"anger, without cause; speech, without profit; change, without motive; inquiry, without an object; putting trust in a stranger; and wanting capacity to discriminate bee tween 3 friend and ii foe.