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AND SEMI-WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER.

“THIS IS TRUE LIBERTY WHEN FRE&-BORN MEN—HAVING TO ADVISE THE PUBLIC—MAY SPEAK FREE.”—Mizron’s Bripipes.

_ CHARLOTTETOWN, DECEMBER 18, 1850.

New Series.

VILLAGE COURTSHIP.

Tapping at the window, Peeping o’er the blind ;—

'Tis reaily most surprising, He newer learns to mind!

"T'was only yester evening, As in the dark we sat,

My mother ask’d me sharply,

“ Pray, Mary, who is that?” Who’s that, indeed,—you’re certain How much she made me start;

Men seem to lose their wisdom Whene’er they lose their heart!

Yes—there he is—I see him; The lamp his shadow throws

Across the curtain’d window ; He’s stepping on his toes!

He'll never think of tapping, Or making any din;—

A knock, though e’en the slightest, Is worse than looking in! Tap! tap!—would any think it? He never learns to mind ; "Tis surely most surprising—

He thinks my mother blind!

*T is plain T must go to him ; It’s no nse now to cough ;—

[ll open the doer, just softly, If but to seed him off!

"Tis well if from tlre door-step He be not short!y hurled— Oh, men, there ne’er was trouble "Till ve came in the world !

Tapping at the window, And peeping o’er the blind ; Oh, man, but you're a trouble, And that we maidens find! CHARLES SWAIN.

BIDE YOUR TIME,

Bide your time !—the morn is breaking, Bright with Freedom’s blessed ray;

Millions, from their trance awaking, Soon shall stand in firm array.

Man shall fetter man no longer— Liberty shall march sublime ;

Every moment makes you stronger ; Firm, unshringing, vide your time.

Bide your time !—one false step taken, Perils all you yet have done, Undismayed—erect—unshaken, Watch and wait, and all is won. "Tis net by one rash endeavor Men or states to greatness climb, Would you win your rights for ever, Calm and thoughtful bide your time!

Bide your: time!—your worst transgres- sion ;

Were to strike, and strike in vain,

He whose arm would smite Oppression, Must not need to smite again!

Danger makes the brave man steady— Rashness is the coward’s crime:

Be for Freedom’s battle ready, When it comes— but bide your time.

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HWORACK MANN ON LABOR.

We give below an extract from a speech of Mr. Mann in the House of Re- presentatives, on the 30th June, 1848, in which the speaker paysa splendid tribute to inventive genius:

“Tt was not the design of Providence that the work of the world should be per- formed by muscular strength. God has filled the earth and imbued the elements with energies of greater power than. that ofall the inhabitants of a thousand plan- ets like ours. Whence comes our ne- cessaries and our Juxuries? those com- forts and appliances that make the differ- eice between a houseless. windering trive of Indians in the Far West, and a New England village. They do not come

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wholly or principally from the original, unaszisted strength ofthe human arm, but from the employment througa inte))i- gence and skill, of those great natural forces with which the bountiful Creator has filled every part of the universe. Ca- loric, gravitation, expansibility, compre- hensibility, electricity, chemical allinities and repulsions, spontaneous velocities — these are the mighty agents which the inteHect of manharnesses tothe car of improvement. The application of water ard wind, and steam, to the propulsion of machinery, and to the transportation of men and merchandise from place to place, bas added ten thousand fold to the ac- tual products of humax industry. How small the wheel which the stoutest labour- er can turn,and how soon will he be weary. Compare this with a wheel driv- ing a thousand spindles and looms, which a stream of water can turn and never tire. A locomotive will take five hundred men, and bear them on their journey hundreds of miles a day. Look at these same five hundred men, starting from the same point and attempiing the same distance with all the pedestrian’s or the eques- train’s toil and tardiness. The cotton mills of Massachusetts will turn out more cloth in one day than could fave been manufactured by all the inhabitants of the Bastern Cominent during the tenth century. On an element which in ancient time was supposed to be exclusively within the con'rol of the gods, and wheie ‘t was deemed impious for human power to intrude, even there the gigantic forces of nature, winch human science and skill have enlisted in their service, confront and overcome the raging of the elements —breasting tempest and tides, escaping reefand lee-shores, end careering trium- phant around the globe. ‘The velocity of winds, the weight of waters, and rage of s'ream, are powers,ench one of which is infinitely stronger then all the strength of all the nations and races of mankine, were it all gathered into a single arm. And all these energies are given to us on one condition—the condition of intelli- gence—that is, of education,

“Had God intended that the work of the world should be done by human bome and sinews, he wouldhave given us an arra as solid and strong as the shaft ofa steam engine; and enabled us to stand day and night, and turn the crank ofa steamship while sailing to Liverpool or Caleutta. Had God designed the human musele to do the work of the world, then. instead of the ingredients of gunpowder or gun-cotton, and the expansive force of heat, he would have given us hands which could take a granite quarry and break its solid acres into symmetrical blocks. as easily as we now open an orange. Had he intended us for bearing burdens, he would have given us Atlantean shoulders, by which we could carry the vast freights of railroad cars and steamships, as a porter carries his pack. He would have given us lungs by which we could biow fleets before us, end wings to sweep over the ocean wastes. But, instead of iron arms and Atlantean shoulders, and the lungs of Boreas, he has given us a mind, a soul, a capacity for acquiring knowledge, and thus of appropriating all these energies of nature to our awn use, Instead of tele- copie or microscopic eyes, he has given us power to invent the telescope and microscope. Instead of ten thousand lingers, he has given genius inventive o71 the power-lcom and printing press. Without a cultivated intellect, man is aniong the weakest of all the dynamical forces of nature; wth a cultivated intel- lect, he commands them a!).”

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Rogeat Feurox.—A_ correspondent of the New York Courier and Engnirer,

speaking of the ocean steamers, relates an incident in the history of steam, which possesses no little interest. He thus tells it:

“ A gentleman, now an honored repre- sentative in one of the Congressional! dis- tricts of New Jersey, visited Robert Fu!- ton when he was im Paris. The man whose genius has made anew era in ci- vilization. occupied a smali and obscure room. The eubodiment of the expansive power of steam was confined within very narrow limits, Like Diogenes in his tub Fulton was almost lodged in the circum- ference ofa cylinder. On the wall of his habitation was sketched coarsely, but dis- tinctly, the plan ofasteamboat. ‘There,’ said Fulton, as he pointed out to his visi- tor, ‘there is the inage of what will yet traverse the river and ocean,’

“ And wherever he went, this image of the future he carried with him. If he did not sketch it on the wall, it was written in his mind. He saw it as he walked alone: he thought of it ; he dreamt of it; and, at last, he acted on it. The taper of his lone room illumined the world.

“{ recollect the distinct emphasis which Mr. Clay gave to the words, when conversing respecting the many memor- able and wonderful men who were given to the world in the year 1769—Napoleon, Wellington, Clinton, Fulton—* And the greatest of these was Fulton, said he. It was truly said, and the world almost, even now, acknowledge it,

An Action or THE Beautirut.—! have said a great deal about prospect and landscape. Iwill mention an action or two, whick appear to me to convey as distinct a feéling of the beautiful as any landscape v4vatever. A London mer- chant who I believe is alive, while he was staying in the country with a friend, happened to mention that he intended, the next year, to buy a ticket in the lottery; his friend desired he would buy one for him at the same time, which of course was very willingly agreed to. The con- versation dropped, the ticket never arriv- ed, and the whole affair entirely forgotten when the country gentleman received in- formation that the ticket purchased for him by his friend had come up a prize of £20,000. Upon his arrival in London he inquired of his friend where he had put the ticket, and why he had not informed him that it was purchased. 1] bonght them both the same day, mine and your ticket, and I flung them both into a draw- erof my bureau, and never thought of them afterwards.” ‘ But how do you dis- tinguish one ticket from the other? and why am I the holder of the fortunate ticket, more than you?” Why, at the time I put them into the drawer, I puta little mark in ink upon the ticket which l resolved should be yours; and upon re- opening the drawer, [I found that the one so warked was the fortunate ticket.” Now this action appears to me perfectly beau- tiful; itis le beaw sided in morals, and gives that calm yet deep emotion of plea- sure which every one so easily receives from the beauty of the exterior world.— Sydney Smith.

Mr. Stivers on Lonpon Minx.— “You see,” pursued Mr. Tim Slivers. * yon see it can’t be pure milk as we all drink, and [ll show you how it can’t be. Say there’s two millions and more of us here in London; and suppose each person on the average takes halfa pint of milk a day—” * But they don’t do it,” interpos- ed Mr, Yaw), the milkman; “that’s much too high a bestimate. Haifa ;iit! I w sh they did.” “And sothey do,” proceeded the unconquerable Slivers ; “ there’s tea

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execu a ee tea and coffee in the evening—good. But besides this—mind, | say, one with another — there’s bread and milk for breakast, and paps, and bottles of milk for hinfants, and there’s pies and pud- dings, and cakes, blue-monge and cus- tards, and soups, and sarces, and diet for the sick, and curds and whey, and milk punch, and rum and milk—nice thing, you know-—and sometimes a bath of milk, for those as can’t swallow :—nourishment gets through the pores, my boy !”—and smack closed the jaws of the scissors with the last word, and down fell a great tuft of Mr. Yawl’s hair upon the upp r leather of his left boot. Mr. Yawl look- ed down at the tuft of hair, but said nothing. “Pray how many milch cows are there among al] the cowkeepers that

manded Mr. Slivers. “A great many,” replied Yawl, brightening up, “I dare say a matter of twenty thousand.” ** Now,” proceeded Slivers. again gather- ing up a still larger tuft of hair to his comb, and expanding the blades of the scissors to their utmost gape, “ now, half a pinta day for two millions of people amounts to five hundred thousand quarts: to obtain which we must have fifty thou- sand cows, each producing, on an average ten quarts a day. So you see, according to Corker, we’re thirty thousand cows short of our compliment—and the milk of al] these has to be supplied by the Cow with the I[ron—Tail, ny boy!”—and off went the second great tuft of hair, and fe|| close beside his shorn companion on the boot.—Dicken’s Household Words.

A Canoip Apprat.—aA wile, whose husband is now undergoing a sentence’ of transportation for a. term of years, in one of the hulks at Woolwich, has sent him the following consoling ijetter :— * Dear husband,—I take this opportunity of addressing these few lines to you, hop-- ing to find you in good health, as. it leaves me at present, thank God for it. Dear husband, I am going to change my line of life, and I hope it wil! be for the better. I must teil you that Lam going to be married, and hope you will have no objection, for you know you have not be- haved to me as a husband ought to have done; both you and your family have used me very ill, but everybody knows that [ never gave you any reason to ill treat me. I have been to the overseers to ask their advice, and they told me I had better get another husband, as f did not expect you would ever cone home again. You need not fret about it, nor make yourself in the least alarmed at »what I say, for I can assure you it is trie. The overseers of the parish are going to give the man £10 to take me out of the parish, I have invited your brother Robert to the wedding, and | wish you was at home to make one amongst us, I shall tell you the man’s name is Wil- lian. ———. You need not forget me for all that; and if you should ever come where Tam, I hope you will call and see me. So [ conclude, and still remain your affectionate wife—Catuerine., To William , Ganymede Hulk, Wool- wich.”—-Manchester Spectator.

During the performances of an overture recently, one of the musicians having a trumpet part to perform, played too low, which the leader observing, cried out, “Louder, louder!” No attention being paid, he repeated his command so often that at length the indignant German, in an agony of passion and exhaustion, threw down his trumpet, and turning to wards the audience, violently exclaimed,

“Itis very easy to cry ‘louder! louder! louder! but vere is de vind ?”

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