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THE OLD BACHELOR’S NEW YEAR.

Oh, the Spring hath less of brightness

Every year,

And the snow a ghastlicr whiteness Every year; Nor do snmmer blossoms quicken, Nor does autumus's fruitage thicken, As it did—the seasons sicken Every year.

It is growing colder, colder, Every year, And I feel that [ am older, Every year ; And my limbs are less clastic, And my funey not so plastie, Yes, my habits grow monastic Livery year.

‘Tis becoming bleak and bieaker Every year,

And my hopes are waxing weaker Every year;

Care I now for merry dancing,

Or for eyes with passion glancing

Love is less and less entrancing Every year.

Qh, the days that [have squander'd Every year.

And the friendships rudely sundur’d Every year!

Of the ties that might have twined me,

Until time to Death resigned me,

My infirwitics remind me

Every year.

Sad and sad to look before us Every year, With a heavier shadow o’er us Every year! To behold each blossom faded, And to know we might have made it An immortal garland braided Round the year.

Many a spectral beconing finger, Year by year, Chides me that so long I linger, Year by year ; Every early comrade tleeping, In the churehyard, whither Weeping, 1, alone, unwept, am creeping, Year by year.

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Gleanings from late Papers.

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NEW*MODE OP NATURALIZATION.

We find in one of our late English papers an amusing ac- count of an expedient adopted by some British tars who de- Fired to naiuralize a Russian, and turn him into a genuive British subject. We commend this new mode of natural- ization to the attention of the Know-Nothings. It may prove as efficacious in washing off the stain of foreign birth as twenty-ord years residence :—

‘The master of the Jessie Mitchell, lately discharging guano in Leith Docks, from the Island of Leone, relates 2 humorous scene which occurred under his own eye ia that island. The barque Atlantic, seized and sold in Leith as a Russ.an prize, left the Island of Leore a day or two prior to the arrival of the Jessie Mitchell. One of the Russian crew had deserted froin the Atlautic, and concealed himself on the is!and ;

aad declared his desire to renounce his allegiance, aud be-| come a British subject.

“ ‘ . » / articles like the Belgians—I dreamt articles, thoucht articles How to effect the transformation was a question which | ; S

puzzled Jack greatly ; however, on the arrival of the Jessy

Mitchell, her crew, along with the seamen un shore, met in |

solemn conclava, and their united wisdom determined that as Water is ever ewblematical of purity, and its cleansing pro- perties have been known an! appreciated in all ages and countries, it was the only medium which could effect the mo- mentous chatze of converting a Russian into a British sub- ject! The conclave next adjourned toa enial) creek or basin, around the white pebble beach on which they arranged them- | selves, about thirce yards apart, each with a bucket, while the poor Russian commence! walking round the margin of the creck, repeating the form of abjuration taught him by $e tars, who took care on their part that he should receive from each a full backet of water, completed, the sailors, with three hearty cheers, acknowledg-

ed him asa British subject, and admitted him with all the | Horace Smith, Reynolds, Poole, Clare and Thomas Benyon, |

honors to their society. ‘The whole proceedings, saith our informaut, were conducted in the most orderly manuer. A PARISIAN BEAUTY’S REVENGE.

An English marchioness resident in the Legitimise Fau- bourg, and avoiding the Napoleonites as “ low,” gives grand parties. To one of these an English lady took, uninvited ,®& pretty French woman, a friend of the Empress. The pretty woman made herseit conspicuous by her prettiness and flirta- tions; but the marchioness found cut wio she was, and was disgusted. She said to her: « L am go conscious of the honor you have done me in visiting me, that I dare not expect a repetition of the unexpeeted compliment.”

The pretty woman grew pale, but smiled, and ordered a cavalier to order her earriage. The pretty woman was clever, and finessed arevenge, She bribed the marehioness’s femme-de-chambre to give her the list of guests invited for the next soiree. Armed with this, she prepared a eircular note, which sue despatched to each of the invited, late in the afternoon of the appointed day. “The marchioness pre. sents her compliments to so and so, and ts thata domes. tic calamity will prevent her,” &e. She then went to a great “ Mad Doetor,” representing herself as the daughter of the marchioness, and acting with the consent of her Mdy- éhip’s family; she represented that ber mother, the mar- chioness, was afilicted with insanity, aud her maduess was in the delusion that she was always having great parties. For instance, if mousieur the doetor would go to her ladyship’s hotel that evening, he would find her dressed in great splen- dor, with the saloon illuminated, adorned with flowers, and buffecs covered with refreshments.

he doctor went, on the understanding that be was to ob-

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but he #fierwards discovered himself to the scamen, |

and broths of boys for eriticism and classics, and wits and Np tg i | humorists — Elia, Cary, Proctor, Cunningham, Bowring, oer Y | Barton, Hazlitt, Eiton, Hartly, Coleridge, Talfourd, Soane, |

Chis is trae Liberty, when Free-born Men, having

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tain the proper police authority Maison de Sonte, in the event of the representation made to. confirmed by his own observation. He arrived | at ten in the evening; he was the first—the only guest ; and | ithongh the marchioness did not remember his name, she | took for granted she had invited him, and was profusely civil. | | His manner puzzled, and his questions startled her, and as| | she grew more abrupt as his pereeption of her lunaey became | | more clear, she was at last offended, and rang for her ser- svants. At the same time he made the proper intimation of | his police authority ; and the end of the story is, that she was i taken off by the doctor in hysterics, and detained as a prison- er in his asylum until the whole truth came out. | All Paris was in roars, and the pretty flirt is a heroine for | ever, Protected by her august friend, she ean escape re-| } taliation—a British marchiouess js too grand for wit. A

THE CRYSTAL PALACE AT SYDENHAM.

} The fact that there was a model of Sebastopol to be seen jat the Crysta! Palace induced us to pay our first visit this , Season to the glorious result of a marvellous combination of i taste, travel, and antiquarian research. We are much grati- fied by the model, but it is exceedingly difficult for any ob- ject to fix the attention long, amidst such a multitude of ex- quisitely beautiful and dazzling subjects as constitute the Sydenham Palace. The gardens, the fountains, the statues, the autideluvian animals, the ancient courts, illustrative of all that is curious and grand in architecture, and elegant in | sculpture—the modern courts abounding in the rich products | of Britsh and foreign industry—the rare exotics—the fasci- nations of music—all combine to produce the most rapturous emotions, and to fill the heart with gratitude and admiration. Whatever clouds may for the time hang over the enterprise jin it8 commercial phase, it is impossible to believe that the people of the United Kingdom (for the rail makes it accessi- bie to all) will not ultimately treasure the Palace as their

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to advise the Public, man spealt free——EuRiPrDEs.

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to take the marchioness to a keep on a little further till ye come to the big tree, and after |found it full of b

hat you turn to the right or left, but by the bones of Saint Patrick 1 don’t know which.”

‘The traveller turned in despair to a long, lank, Jonathan, who was standing whittling close by, and made the same in- quiry of him. : k

‘Maybe you’re going to put up there?” queried Jona- than.

“Yes, I intend to.”

“Did you come from far off 2”

* Yes, from Philadelphia,” was the impatient reply. “ Bat can you tell me where the "

“Got any more baggage ?” said the imperturbable Yankee.

“No,” this is all, said the traveller,couvinced that the only way to get the direction was to submit to the quéstioning.

* Going to stay long ?”

“ Couldn’t say,” was the reply, in rather a erusty man- * But Dm iu a hurry, and would like to be directed

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“ vee a minute. I reckon you’re a married man, aint you 2”

; ‘No, Tam not, and now I -won't answer anything more till you have answered.”

‘Well, Squire,” said the Yankee coolly, “ I'd like to oblige you, but the truth is, 1 have never beea in the town before myself.”

In less than a minute, a carpet bag with a man attached Was seen hurrying away from that vicinity. Ho didn’t find asking directions of any particular advantage.

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A Hoxary Canert-Bsc.—The Buffalo Express relate. an amusing incident which occurred at Evie a few days s'nees A gentleman left Cleveland for New York at an early hour in the morning, without his breakfast, and being very hungry, upon the arrival of the train at Erie entered the dining room, and placing his carpet-bag upon a chair, sat down

greatest ornament — the most delightful of their sources of pleasure — and one of their most beautiful and wholesome instructors. The direciors have, we think, done al] tlfat could be expected to facilitate the communication of the public with the locality, and to render access to the building cheap, and after the marked countenance the Palace has received from the Queen, and the Emperor and Empress of the French, it must become the favourite resort of al] ranks and orders of the people.— English paper.

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TEOMAS HOOpD.*

We noticed, the other day, an addition of the works of Collins, Gray and Goldsmith, by Mr. Sargent. Herve is an edition of the poetical works of Thomas Hood —of h'm who sang the Song of the Shirt, the Bridge of Sighs, and the Dream of Kugene Aram—by the same gentleman, and by the same publishers. Hood has been dead nearly ten years, | His poem of « The Death-bed,” and the first two poems just mentioned, have already taken their places amongst the per- | manent contributions to English literature. ‘ready as well known as G ray’s Elegy, us Addison’s version of the nineteenth Psalm, or any other piece of composition | that is in the mouths and memories of all. Hood was a man | of constitutionallf delicate health, and the finest seasibilities. | ‘His wit had an ethereal aroma, bouquet and flavor about it that could only spring from an exquisitely strung mental and | physical organization. Those who had previously known | Hood only through his writings, were aStonished when they jmet the man in society and in public, whose inimitable | | sallies and arrow-flizhts of wit and humor had thrilled them }with delight and laughter, to find him a sombre-looking |

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‘entleman, with a countenange more disposed to gravity and | jsadness than to mirth. Hood's first plunge into active | literary liic was as sub-editor of the London Magazine. He i took too his ne

“ employment as kindly as an aquatic bird | does to ie water, or a young eagle to the clement in which | jit is to reiyy as monarch, He says, alluding to his first ex- | /periences of ihe life editorial —* Not content with taking | articles like a eandidate for the holy orders—with rejecting

w ote articles, which wercall inserted by the editor, of course | with the conevrrence of his deputy. The more irksome | parts of authorship, sach as the correction of the press, were to me labors of Jove. But my top-gallant glory was in “ Our Contributors!” How [ used to jook forward to Elia! | and backward for Hazlitt, and all around for Edward Her- bert! and how [ used to look up to Allan Cunningham ! for at that time the London had a goodly list of writers—a rare company. It is now defunct, and perhaps no ex-periodical | might so appropriately be apostrophized with the Irish fune- ral question, “ Arrah, honey, why did you die?” Had not |

you an editor, and elegant prose writers, and beautiful poets, |

'with a power besides? Hadn't you Lions’ Heads with tra- ditional tales? Hand’t you aa Opium Kater and Dwarf, and a Giant, and a learned Lamb, and a Green Man? Hado’t you a regular Drama, and Musical Report, and an Obituary, | anda Price Current, and a Current Price, of only half a crum.”

Hood afterwards edited the New Monthly Magazine. During the latter portion of his life he was principally em- ployed upon a magazine started by himself, called Hood’s Magazine. The pages of Punch were occasionally enlivened by hishumor. Mr. Sargent's American edition of his poetical works contains a number of poems from reliable sources, which were probably excluded from the Moxon Edition by outstanding copywrights, with which their republication would interfere, so says the American editor.

® The Poetical Works of Thomas Houd, with a Biographicai Sketch, edited by Epes Sargent. Boston, Phillips, Sampson & Co.

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ASKING DIRECTIONS.

__ “Can you direct me to the Hotel ?” inqnired a gen- \tleman with a carpet bag, of a burley Hibervian, standing on the steps of a railroad station.

“ Baith,” was the reply, * it’s jist I that can do that same.

ou see you jist go up that street till you come to Thaddy O’Mulligan’s shop. ‘Then ”

* But I don't know where Thaddy O'Mulligan’s shop, as you call it, is.”

“G faith, why didn’t I think of that. Well, then, your honor must keep on till ye get to the apple woman’s stand, on the corner of the brick church it is, and keep that on the right, and go on till ye get to the sign of the big watch, and

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_gess before their eyes, talked of the blessings, rather than

beside it, and commenced a valorous attack upon the viands ‘before him. By and by the proprietor of’ the establishment ;came around to collect fares, and upon reaching our friend, ejnculated—

* Dollar, sir!”

“A dollar!” responded the eating man, “a dollar— thought you only charged fifty ceuts a meal for one—eh ?”

‘ That’s true,” said Meanness, * but I count your carpet- bag one, since it occupies a seat.” (The table was far from being crowded.) é

Our friend expostulated, but the landlord insisted, and the dollar was reluctantly brought furth. The landlord passed on, Our friend deliberately arose, and opening his earpet-bag, fall in its wide mouth, discoursed unto it, saying—

“Carpet-bag, it seems you are an individual—a human individual, since you eat—at least |’ve paid for you, and now you must eat,” upon which he seized everything eatable in his reach, nuts, raisins, apples, cakes, pies, and aiid the roars of the bystanders, the delight of his brother passengers, and discomfiture of the landlord, phlegmatically went and took his seat in the cars. He said he had provisions enough to last him to New York, after a bountiful supply had been served out in the cars. There was at least eight dollars’ worth in the bag, upon which the landlord realized nothing in the way of profit. So much for meanness.

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A Morat Lessoy ror Croakers.—There is a moral in the following anecdote Which is peculiarly applicable at the presert time :—

“An eccentric lawyer, named Burgess, many years ago lived in a New England village, and became quite famous for his ‘ skeptical notions.’ Attending a town meeting, after its adjournent he lingered among the groups of substantia] farmer deacons who composed it, and listened to the pre- vailing conversation. The bad weather, the fly, the rot, the drought,and the wet,were duly discussed,when some one turned to Burgess, and asked, ‘ How comes on your garden?” «J uever plant anything,’ replied Burgess, with a solemn face ; ‘fam afraid even to put a potatoe in the ground.’ ‘It’s no wouder,’ groaned one of the most eminently pious persons present, ‘it’s no wonder, for a man who disbelieves in re- vealed religion couid not expect to have his labors blessed.’ ‘Tam not afraid of failing in a reward for my work,’ replied Burgess : ‘but I am afraid that agricultural labor would make me profiue. be the re-ult? Why, I should get up in the morning, look about and growl— It’s going to rain, and it will ruin my potatoe ;’ then I should, in dry weather, say— The drought will kill my potatoe ;’ then I should be unhappy because the “rot” might destroy my potatoe: in fact, gentlemen,’ con- cluded Bargess, ina solemn manner, ‘I should be afraid to do anything that would induce me constantly to distrust Providence.’ The reproof was keenly felt by many present ; and for months afterwards, the farmers, with a fear of Bur-

the evils, attending their daily labors.”

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Tue Apvantaces or Frayner.—Dr. Stuart, ia his little work entitled ‘Health for the Million,” says, “ Flannel should always be worn next the skin in the day time, both in suamer and winter. It does not absorb moisture like linen, which becomes wet, aud increases the liability to cold. It should be removed on going to bed, for the sake of cleanliness, the skin being usually covered with a greasy secretion, der ved from the solids of the perspiration. ‘This is not absorbed by flannel; but by wearing a calico night shirt it is entirely removed. For the sake of warmth, a loose flannel jacket may be worn over it. I wish particularly to recommend this plan for general adoption. I have found it very servicable in my own fanrily, especially with children, whose restless movements during sleep generally leave the upper part of the body exposed. The rheumatic pains often felt in the shoulders by adults are due in a great measure to this exposure. I have neverknown any one to discontinue it who has given it a trial; it is not intended to supersede the use of a sponging bath, but as an auxiliary to it. The use of flannel for ladies’ clothing instead of a portion of calico or linen, would be advantageous. and for warmth might well supersede stays; warmth being one of the excuses for wearing them.”

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A Traprrion or tux Anass.—King Nimrod one day commanded his three sons to enter his presence, and he. caused to be placed before them by his slaves three sealed urns. One of the urns was of gold, the second of amber, and the last of clay. The king desired his eldest son to

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of rural population, strictly speaking, there is little or nothing.

present, attracting considerable attention. if [ planted a single potatoe, what would | ) der the feasibility of stocking the rivers with salmon. own Legislature last winter appointed a committee to report at the next session upon the best means of stocking the waters of this state with fish, The Rochester American states that a gentleman is now engaged in breeding fish, on the banks of the Canadaigua Lake, and although sufficient time has nos

years of age. His parents are poor shopkeepers in Riga.

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on which was written “ Glory.” He opened it and found it filled with the ashes of men who had been famous on the earth. The third took the remaining vase—that of clay. He opened it and found it empty; but on the bottom of the urn the potter had written one of the names of God. “Which of the vases weighs the most?” demanded the king of his court. The ambitious replied, the vase grit the conquerors, the vase of amber ; the sages answered and said, “'The empty vase, because a singie letter in the name of God weighs more than the entire globe.”

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THe Goop time comine ror Saw Dusr.—The New York Sun says that a company is to be formed in that city for the manufacture of paper from shavings and saw dust, from which it has been found from experimeut that the most beautiful paper can be made. It is estimated that saw dust can be purchased for $5 per tou, and that the process through which it will go in the production of paper will materially lesson the price of the latter. The saw dast is reduced to pulp, in the process of its manufacture by acids, and after- wards passed through an operation similar to that through which the paper in use is subjected in its preparation. From the saw dust turpentine is extracted in quantities sufficient to make it an object of labor, and the acid used in reducing the saw dust to pulp is purified into its original etrength, with the loss only of about ten per cent.

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PSE EL TE IR Re AS er ey

— O kiss me and go!” said the maid of my heart, And proffered her lips as my pay to depart :

“The morn is approaching, my mother wil know. My kindest and dearest, O, kiss me and go!”

She gave me the blessing in such a sweet way,

That the thrill of its pleasure enticed me to stay ; So we kissed till the morniag came in with its glow, For she said every moment, * O kiss me and go!"

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Lapres’ Boyxers.—* Stella,” in ber “ Suburban letters” to the Worcester Palladium, makes some pertinent allusions to the present style of ladies’ bonnets. She says :

They are ruining the eye-sight of all who wear them, The rays of the sun come directly upon the eyes, and the victim squints, writkles up her forehead, sheds a few natural tears,and hurries on to the shade of the nearest sansanyes hey give her eyes a moment’s rest. No gentleman wears a hat without a brim, or a cap without a visor; but the ladies —toughened creatures that they are—can only seek shelter behind what may be supposed to be their motto “ grin and bear it ;” or, as it has been poetically rendered, “ suffer and be strong.” But how are these necessary evils held on; that is, when they are on? At first, the constant slipping off was counteracted by the shoulders, that very obligingly acted the part of an extra pair of hands ; aud, hunching themselves up, pushed on the offender. But this was found so ungrace- ful, such an exaggeration of the “ Cirecian stoop,” that it was vetoed. Necessity, “the mother of invention,” now called upon her daughter for a semedy. She suggested that the bonnets should be held on, and with tall, pointed combs. No sooner said than done; but a few dislike great combs,

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Cities or Rvussta—In all the vast empire of Russia, not more than three cities contain a population exceeding 60,000 inhabitants, namely, St. Petersburgh, 470,202; Mos. cow, 349,068, and Warsaw, 154,700; the population of Odessa is 60,164; Sebustopol, 41,155. Four cities only have populations exceeding 50,000, Archangel counts only 9,589, There are only 25 cities in the whole empire whose populations vary from 25,000 to 10,000. The respective populations of the other cities, (1,047 in number,) is small, varying from 10,000 toa few hundreds. The rest of the population is dispersed over the country in the valleys; bute

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Fisn.—The subject of the breeding of fish seems to be, at The New Jersey Natural History Society has appointed a committee to consi- Our

elapsed to show the results, he is confident of being able te stock that beautiful sheet of water with speckled trout. The subject of stocking the rivers with salmon has also been agi- tated in the Eastern States.

The 60,000 Irish citizens of Boston have an averag: of $60 each deposited in savings banks,making a total of $3,000,- 000.—New Haven Register.

Which $3,000,000 would purclrase the fee simple for ever of a territory the size of Munster, if judiciously invested. When will our people learn to help themselves ?—Jbid.

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Tue Enxausu anno Russtay Eneixeers.—The name of the head-engineer at Sebastopol is Todleben. He is 32

When the siege commenced Prince Menschikoff, it is said, asked the then head-engineer how long it would take to put the place in a state of defence. He answered, “Two months.” A young captain, named Todleben, stepped for- ward and said he would undertake to do it, if be had as many men as he required, in two weeks. He did it in twelve days, and was made colonel. Since that time he has had the direction of everything in the way of building batteries, defences, &c. The other day the Grand Dukes called upon his wife to congratulate her upon her husband’s promotion ; for he is now a general and aide-de-camp to the Emperor. Is there anything more wanted to explain the painful discrepancy between what has been done by the Rus- sians and by the Allies? The former will be bound by no . ties of seniority or class; they take the man that will do his work the best, and they have it the best done,

Arrectina.—A seaman of the fleet before Sebastopol, whose family lives in Polperra, in this county, was order on shore for the purpose of assistipg in burying the slain,

choose among them that which appeared to contain the | treasure of the greatest price. ‘The eldest chose the vase of.

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gold, on which was written “ Empire.” He opened it and!

who fell in a late attack of the Russians om a British batteries; and almost the first person he met with was one of his brothers, of whosc preseuce in the fleet he was not