a bargain with the sexton to publish him and Hannah, in a sly fashion : The matter being conducted clandecently as Deacon Sobersides remarked, it a match before any body could interfere. So the long and the short ofit is that the agriculture of the Bunker farm was knock- ed completel out ofjoint for that year, by Joe‘s courtship an the blunder of the bags, for there were more turnips raised than pulse, a thing not heard of before among the Bunkers since the Pilgrims came oven—Joe got a wife and saved his bacon, but lost his beans.

SINGULAR MANUFACTURES.

In Persia they have the art ofcarving spoons out of ear wood, which are so delicate and so thin, t at the bowl ofthe spoon can be folded up like paper, and opened again. The handles are so slender, that it is a particular accom- plishment to carr them, when full, to the mouth, in such a exterous manner as to pre- vent their breaking. These delicate utensils are of the accompaniments of men of rank be- ing used only by princes and nobles when sip- ping their sherbit.

In the province of Wiatkr, in Siberia, bowls and cups are made of the knobs which grow on the birch trees. They are yellow, marbled with brown veins, and when varnished are ve- ry pretty. Some of them are turned so very thin as to be semi-transparent; and when put into hot water they become so pliant thatthey may be spread out quite ﬂat without injury, as they return to their original shape in drying.

A kind ofrose-beads are marle in Constan- tinople, which are so much prized by the Sul- tan's wives, that they are usually called Beads of the Hal-am. These poor ladies have so little employment, that they sit for hours, passing tnese beads, when strung, through their ﬁn- gers. They are composed of the petals of the rose carefully picke , and pounded into a smooth paste in an iron vessel, which turns

'l-them quite black, owing to a small quantity of gallic acid contained in the rose-leaves. When the paste is quite smooth, it is made up into lit- tie balls, which are perforated for stringing, and then slowly dried in the shade. When hard, they are rubbed between the hands, with otto of rose, till quite smooth. They always preserve their fragrance.

In Norwa there is a species of ants that build their habitations four or ﬁve feet high, composed of decayed wood, bark, &c, ﬁlled up with earth. A bottle half full of water is thrust into these ant-hills,into which the insects ereep and are drowned ; the contents of the bottle are then boiled, and a strong acid is produced, which the inhabitants use for vinegar.—Ber- tah’r Visit to her Uncle.

March of Intellect—Wants a Situation.— A young woman who has received the rudi. merits of her education in acharity school, as house maid; she would prefera place where the stairs are sent out to scour, and where she can carry on an epistolary correspondence with her friends, and where furniture-rubbing, washing and cleaning can be performed by proxy. Address, post-paid, to Miss Amelia Caroline Ada Josephina Scroggs, Seven Dials. --London paper. -

Hint: to Emigrants.-By felling the trees that cover the tops and sides of mountains, (say M. Humboldt,) men in every climate prepare at one two calamities for future generations— ths want of fuel and the scarcity of water.

THE BRITISH AMERICAN

Tb the Editor of the British .ﬂmericon.

MR. Enu‘on,

It is a peculiar satisfaction that we can cougratulate ourselves in, being in posses- sion of a free Press in this our little Island, the enlightened part of its inhabitants must have de lored,that its populatiou should be deprived) of this sacred and invaluable pri- vilege. My own feelings persuade me that it must and will be duly appreciated.

It would be a most lamentable thing in this our sea girt Isle, in the very hemis- phere, the bright Goddess loves to take up her abode, where the sons of Britain and freedom have ever found a sanctuary and asylum, when escaping from the unhallow- ed and pestilential atmosphere, generated by Aristocratic corruption ; and at this e- rea, a double mortiﬁcation, when the old Country has burst the adamantive fetters forged by a despotic faction, and are bask- ing in the warm beams of reformation.— The want of this prerogative must be to the free born soul, a most humiliating re- ﬂection.

Thanks however to the times, and a ge- neral revolution of the human mind, those sombre clouds are fast dispersing a. prelude to more substantial blessings that liberty has in store. I trust that ere long, we shall see men vieing with each other, to ﬁll the little oﬂ'ices from a genuine sense of patri- otic feeling, and not only for the paltry emoluments arising therefrom. \Vhen these general sentiments become generally diffused, we may look forward to many advantages, which at present we do not possess. We shall then, Mr. Editor, look upon the three-fold character ot~Senator, Magistrate and Eaciseman, as a caricature —a whimsical thing only remembered to he laughed at. We should then no more see wealthy persons running pellmell half way to perdition for the paltry ofﬁce of a Commissioner, for'tbe pitiful salary of 101. per annum, not one ﬁfth-part of the hire ofa shining character known by the ap- pellation of a shoe-black.

The time is fast approaching that will usher in the day of purer feeling, when a free press has chaﬁ‘ed away such impuri- ties.

The chair of the Magistrate will be ﬁlled with disinterested men, who will not wear the sword in vain, nor let it rust supinely in the scabbard. The scales of justice will be kept in equitable balance.

We shall then Mr. Editor, hear no more of that ugly morister denominated a trading magistrate, to wring the hard earned pit- tance from the already oppressed.

The Press I trust, like the stage, will be so far subservient to the public good, as to become the mirror where men may ob- serve their own follies reﬂected, and there- by become ashamed to assume characters they are unable to sustain, but give place to more intelligent men,—persons whose

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worth and diﬂidence keeps in the shade’ while unblushing ignorance and insuﬁera. ble assurance, rears its caput mortuum with impunity to the indelible disgrace of themselves, and alasting stigma to the Colony. _

Your’s &c

J) Fman or we Psoru.

To the Editor of the British America.

Mr. Editor.

lhave blamed “ Aliter” my contemporary for want ot‘caustic, (by the bye I fear he has gone to sleep) but a “ Native” has sprung in your last paper, and he says he was sorry to see so little said on the subject of roads. thus it ap. pears we are spurring each other, and we want whips and spurs on our beautiful roads. Speak out my Native, and you will soon have plenty to join you. I once heard a song whole burtheu was in these words—-

“ And a jabbing we will go, will go, will go." but I rather think we have forgot the tune of it, at least some of your communicants appear to sing it rather discordantly. I wish the .N‘atirewould go into detail, he ﬁres with a blunderbuss and small shot, let him take his {Usee and some well polished balls, so that wecan all see the mark he hits. Whose son was it that contracted for a road 131. above the lowest tender, on account of his ingenuity? Who is it that advertises andlets the same day to his son, or gives his son 841. in one year for doing forty pounds worth of work ? These are pimples that must break out, and as to friends in Court there is another song that has lost its tune though it was written by Gay—-

“ No more to the Court“

I wish the .N’ative would be more expli- cit,—“I wish’,’ said the little girl, “ that one of the three of us was dead, it is not myself, and Iam sure it is not you poor puss ! ” Could not the Native give us the ﬁrst letter of the commissroner’s name i There are three Cs commissioners, and another gentleman of the same initial who if I mistake not was a contractor, it is a deadly name not far from St. Peter’s, there are4 Macs, 2 HS 1 J, l L, l O, 1 P, and 1 T ; now let me ask to which letter does the Native’s fond father belong P When I can prove any circumstance, however shameful, I make no bones about plumping it out, as [shall show before long, for there is not a man in this Island that I am afraid of. I dined to dayjust in time to relish a nap, and was dreaming of bad roads when my servant put the British American into my hand, and on hastily glancing at its contents the ﬁrst word I saw was “ Mud,” Iwas on the road to Tryon in my dream,

Island Road Quagmires, and though your essay on Mud is one of the best in your very useful paper, yet I had to read it tmce.