leave to him the task of warning off the rest.When he met him in an hour afterward, Parkes, in his gratitude for the great service, conquered his dislike to Davis, and accompanied him to Philadelphia. There Davis broke to him his project of forgery on the U. S. Bank; and Swift, explaining his plan to Nicholas Biddle, obtained from the bank itself the funds to hire Parkes a house and furnish him the means and implements for the further damnation of his soul. As the work went on, the funds, (even for the purchase of a transfer lathe and costly lever press, manufactured in Newark, by order of the high constable) were abundantly provided, and while the patient artist, with his stinted means, sighed in his wretched garret for the hour when all his labor and privations would be rewarded by a golden harvest, his cold betrayers were smirking over the specimens of his progressing labor, or driving out behind fast horses on the overplus of the supplies. At length the plate was done, and Davis produced to the astonished eyes of Parkes the very paper of the bank for the impressions. It had been obtained by Blayney, on an order from Nick Biddle, from the paper makers for the institution. Well might it astound the engraver, whose long experience had taught him that the greatest obstruction to his skill, had been the flimsy fabrics of the inferior manufacturers. Being all ready, Davis set the night for the betrayal, but with a double villany characteristic of his mind, took the precaution to strike off a thousand impressions from the ten dollar plate, previous to its seizure or destruction. It was a shrewd double cross of knavery, for the bank would never dream of the existence of such notes, and if it did, could not deny but they were the genuine, and virtually manufactured under the very direction of its president, and by the authority of the High Priest of the Police. For the whole night long did the press groan and creak with this nefarious service, but ere the weary artisan had fairly drawn a breath of refreshment from his labor, a rush of officers came pouring down on Davis and himself, and took them both in custody. Davis of course, escaped he desperate fellow, knocked down the officers who had him in charge, but Parkes was unresistingly con. veyed to prison. He was convicted, while the King of the Koneyackers slipped to New-York, and with his ten thousand dollars, built a row of cheap houses in one of the upper wards of our city. Lyman Parkes, on the other hand, crumbled into sudden old age under his misfortune, while Major Swift suddenly became famous for police sagacity and second sight. As for Blayney, who appeared most prominently in the business, he was looked upon as the seventh son of a seventh son, who bore in his eyebrows the very feather edge of pro. phecy. MISCELLANI. VALUE OF A LAWYER'S OPINION. [Translated from the French.] It happened that a farmer, named Bernard, hav, ing come to market in Rennes, took it into his head when his business was accomplished, and there were a few hours leisure, that it would be capital use of that spare time to consult a Lawyer. He had often heard people speak of MR. POTIER DE LA GERMANDAIE, whose reputation was so great, that the people thought a suit already gained if he undertook it. Bernard asked his address, and went immediately to his office, in Saint George's strect. The clients were numerous, and Bernard had to wait for a long time. At length his turn came, and he was introduced. MR. POTier de la GerMANDAIE pointed him to a chair, laid his spectacles upon the table, and asked what brought him there. "Pon my word, Squire," said the farmer, twir ling his hat round, "I heard so much talk about you, that finding myself at leisure in Rennes, I thought I would take advantage of the circumstances, and come and get an opinion of you." "I thank you for your confidence, my friend," said M de la Germandaie; "but you, of course, have a law suit." "A law suit; a law suit, indeed! I hold them in utter abomination; and more than that, Peter Bernard never had a despute with any man living." When he had arrived home it was already four o'clock. The jaunt had fatigued him, and he went into the house for some repose. Meanwhile his grass had been cut four days, and was completely dried, and one of his lads came in to ask whether he should get it in at once. "Not this evening," said Mrs. Bernard, who had just joined her husband, "it would be too bad to set the people to work at so late an hour when the hay can be got in to-morrow just as well. The lad urged that there might be a change in the weather, that every thing was in order, and that the people were doing nothing. Mrs. Bernard said that the wind seemed to be in the right quarter for fair weather, and they would not get the work done before dark. Bernard listened gravely to these advocates, without knowing how to decide between them, when he suddenly recollected the paper he had received from the Lawyer. Stop a minute," he cried; "I have got an opinion. It is from a famous Lawyer, and cost me three francs. This will settle the matter.Here, Therese, come tell us what it says; you can read all kinds of writing, even the Lawyer's." Mrs. Bernard took the paper, and with some little difficulty, read these lines : "Never put off until to-morrow what you can do to-day.” "That's it," cried Bernard, as if he had received sudden light upon the subject. "Make haste with the wagon, the girls and the boys, and let us get the hay in." His wife offered some objections, but Bernard declared that he was not going to pay three francs "Then you wish to settle some estate, or divide for an opinion, and then not follow it; so he set the property among the family." the example, and they did not return to the house until the hay was in the barn. "Beg pardon, Squire, my family and I never had any property to divide; we all eat from the same dish, as the saying is." The event seemed to prove the sagacity of Bernard's movement, for the weather changed in the "It is about some contract for the purchase or night. A terrible storm came on, and the next sale of something?" morning the streams had overflowed their banks, and swept off every particle of new mown grass.— The hay harvest of every other farmer in the neighborhood was utterly destroyed. Bernard "Not at all; I am not rich enough to purchase any thing, nor SO poor as to sell what I have." "What, then, do you want of me ?" asked the alone saving his hay. astonished lawyer. "What do I want? Why, I told you at first, Squire, I came for an opinion, for which I will pay of course, as I am in Rennes now, at leisure, and it is necessary to profit by the circumstance." M. de la Germandaie took pen and paper, and asked the countryman his name. The first experiment gave him such confidence in the opinion of the Lawyer, that ever after he adopted it as a rule of conduct, and became, thanks to his order and diligence, one of the richest farmers in the country. He never forgot the service which M. de la Germandaie had rendered him, and he every year brought to that Lawyer a pair of good fat chickens; and he was in the habit of saying to his neighbors, when they were talking of the Lawyers, that next to the commands of God and the Church, the most profitable thing in the world was a Lawyer's opinion. A PATIENT MAN: FORTY years ago, in St. Paul's Churchyard, that The lawyer wrote two lines, folded up the paper famous place in London, there was a dry goods and gave it to his client. "Is it done already?" cried Bernard. "Very There is no time to get rusty How much do you charge for The transfer lathe, the lever press, the dies and the one impression of the plate, were conveyed to the Mayor's office as tropies of his indefatigability, and admiring crowds flocked daily to that penetra-well, that's right. lia to wonder at the exploits of "ye vigilant po- here, as they say. lice," and to thank heaven that Philadelphia had this opinion, Squire ?" been blessed with such a miracle of a Mayor as his honor John Swift. This, dear reader, is a fair example of the modus operandi of the stool pigeon system.-Police Gaz. store, the favorite resort of ladies. The partners of the house and all the clerks were known for their respectful and indulgent conduct; but one of the clerks had earned the appellation of the "patient man." He had never been known to lose his tem"Three francs." per or polite attention, under the trying tedium of a Bernard paid without disputing, made a grandlady's whim-a thing of course remarkable. A scrape with his foot, and went out, delighted with lady of title and large fortune determined she would having "profited by the occasion." test his patience. She induced another lady to ac company her, dressed in courtly style; drove in her elegant carriage, with coachman and two footmen, in their splendid livery, to the store and singled out the patient man. She first desired to see some satins; and after handing down all that were, none of them suited her. She then requested to be shown the velvets. These were as little to her mind, and they were left for muslins. These were unfortunate in price and quality, or breadth and length, or something; and she asked to see some ribbons. Some were too plain, and others too much fringed, some were too narrow and others were too broad. At length she bought a piece of calico (and not without grumbling) for one shilling. The patient man folded it up, handed her to her carriage, and, politely bowing, went back to his counter to put up his satins, velvets, muslins, ribbons, calicoes, etc. an occupation costing him an hour or more. "He is a patient man!" exclaimed the lady, when she had relaxed the tension of her face and mind which had been requisite to the performance of her part. "He is deserving of encouragement; I will return to-morrow, and really purchase." She went again, and singling him out, pleasantly apologized for her behavior yesterday, and said she meant to buy to-day. He said there needed no apology, he never wished to sell what the ladies did not wish to buy. She now had down the satins and took a piece. She looked the velvet over, and selected the best piece She took two or theee pieces of muslin, and several rolls of ribbon. Selecting other things, she made up an amount of £50, for which she gave her banker's cheek-and asked the favor of the patient man to go home with the goods. He went with her, and as the carriage drove along, she asked him, "Why do you not go into business for yourself?" "I have no capital," he replied. She told him if he would select a place where business could be done, she would assist him to set up in a good store, and promised to secure him many families. He was not prepared for this, and pleaded inexperience, and his fears of failure. She insisted that his indomitable patience would surmount all difficulties, and she would run all risks if he would try. He wished to tell his worthy employers and ask their advice. She consented, and they advised him to accept the offer. The lady sent her own surveyor and lawyer with him, and they chose a place in Ludgate Hill. She advanced £2,000, in cash, and backed his credit for £2,000 more. commenced and was successful. He took in partners and in thirteen years retired from the Ludgate Hill Great Shawl establishment with £40,000. The basis of all which was one hour's patience. AXIOMS. He PERSECUTIONS are beneficial to the righteous They are a hail of precious stones, which, it is truc, rob the vines of her leaves, but give her possessor a more precious treasure instead. As often as we bring to light the infirmity of another, we set our own on the candlestick with it. out our fault, is to me a foretoken of great bles- Gloucestershire, on a person of the name of Stone, sings. is entitled to the praise of neatness: Persecution is nothing more than a winnowing-shovel to purge the threshing-floor of our grace. No syllogism gives us as much wisdom, as docs the humble look upwards to God. The more lynx-cyed in the investigation of the faults of others, the blinder in the observations of our own. INSCRIPTIONS AND EPITAPHS. I HAVE been very often very much amused with reading the inscriptions and epitaphs of a country church-yard. Some of these effusions of the " un lettered muse" are truly laughable. Nothing is more common than to see inscribed on a rustic tombstone A loving friend, a husband dear, Though at the same time, this paragon of perand severally performed every Christian duty, was fection, who, according to the epitaph, regularly known by those who survived him to be both a drunkard, tyrannical, good for nothing husband, and an impious father, without any sense of faith and honesty. One of these "frail memorials" informs us, with great correctness and penetra. tion. BERE WE LIES and TAKES our rest Until our Lord doth call; Then we shall rise from death to life, And die no more at all!!! Jerusalem's curse was ne'er fulfilled in me, Had a few friends to sup with me, And at twelve 'twas all up with me. VINDICTIVENESS AND MEEKNESS "THE man of a revengeful spirit lives in a perpetual storm, he is his own tormentor, and his guilt of course becomes his punishment. Those passions which prompt him to wreak his vengence upon his enemies, war against his own soul, and are inconsistent with his peace. Whether he is at home or in company, they still adhere to him, and engross his thoughts; and Providence hath with the greatest reason ordained, that whose ver meditates against the peace of another, shall, even in the design, lose his own. The thoughts of revenge break in upon his most serious and important business, embitter his most rational entertainments, and forbid him to relish any of those good things which God hath placed within his reach; ever intent on the contrivance of mishief, or engaged in the execution, mortified with disappointments, or, his designs accomplished, tortured with reflection, he lives the life of a devil here on earth, and carries about a hell in his own breast. Whereas the meek man, who lives in a constant course of good-will to all, who gives no man cause to be his enemy, and dares to In a church-yard in Portland, there is the fol- forgive those who are so without a cause, hath a lowing whimsical inscription : Ah, cruel death! alas! thou hast me hurled Out of this evil, to a better world; Where neither sin, nor sorrow, never shall Vex or perplex me. Oh! that best of all! As a specimen of correct ortheopy of these rural bards, take the following which is inscribed in a church yard in Maine: Weep not for me, my children dear, constant spring of pleasure within himself; let what will happen from without, he is sure of peace within. So far from being afraid to converse with himself, he seeks, and is happy in the opportunity of doing it, and meets with nothing in his own breast but what encourages him to keep up and cherish that acquaintance. The passions which he finds there, instead of being tyrants, are servants, he knows the dunger of obeying, and the impossibility or rooting them out; and whilst he forbids them to assums an undue influence, makes them the inScot-struments of promoting his happiness. Happy in himself, he is easy to all; he is a friend to mankind in general, and not an enemy even to those who hate him; doth a momentary thought of revenge arise in his mind, he suppresses it, if on no other considerations, for his own sake; this he knows to be his duty, and this ho finds to be his pleasure; blest with those feelings which shall not leave him at the grave, he imitates the Deity in benevolence, and obtains, as far mortals can obtain, the happiness of the Deity in return."-Churchill's Sermons.-Monthly Review for 1765. But all these must yield the palm of singularity to one, which is to be met with somewhere in land; but I have unfortunately forgotten a great part; that which I remember runs thus: Who lies here? Mr. Mungo Linsay. Why need ye spear? (ask) Aye. I was living once, but I'm dend now. The following epitaph in Bideford church. yard Devon, England, is of the Hudibrastic kind: The wedding day appointed was, But this is perhaps exceeded by a couplet in the church-yard of Seven Oaks, Kent. Grim death took me without any warning, I was well at night, and died at nine in the morning. The beauty of the Alexandrine will not escape Let the faults of others be a mirror to thee of the classical reader thine own. Forget the way which is behind thec, and stretch out toward that which lies before thee, and every day with as much assiduity as if to-day for the first time thou were entering on thy course. of In West Grinstead church-yard, Sussex, is one a different description. 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AUTUMN comes so calm, serene Thus earth's joys, that promise fair, As autumnal's placid sky; Yet who hoards them, sure shall find, Hudson, Sept. 1849. From the Episcopal Recorder. PASSING AWAY. "I am wearing awa' to the land of the leal." I AM passing away-I am passing away I see it-I see it in nature's decay; Yes, I hear it-I hear it in all that they say, I am passing away-I am passing away. I am passing away-I am passing away- I feel it-1 feel it each swift rolling day I am not what I was in the years of my prime, I am passing away-I am passing away. I am passing away-I am passing away- On whose mercy the sinner alone can depend, my soul may not tremble, with Him for its stay, When I'm passing away-when I'm passing away BURNS. The leaves fall around-the grass fades on the ground, The morning beams bright, but will not remain, And I turn to myself, and in sadness I see That the shadows begin too to steal upon me; I remember the time when I joyed in the dawn, But the freshness and strength of my boyhood are gone, The fire burneth low which I cannot relume, Youth has vanished I know, and has taken its bloom My eye it is dimmed, and my hair it is gray I am passing away-I am passing away. I am passing away-I am passing away I hear it-I hear it in all that they say; They tell me of changes that come o'er the scene Where my childhood, my boyhood, my manhood have been; They tell me of some who have wandered afar, To the regions where eve lights her love beaming star; In stately hall or dome, If 'mid his splendor he hath not A world of love at home. 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PROSPECT MOUNTAIN, one of the principal peaks, presents itself to view a little before arriving at the first Crawford's with its smooth rounded summit of brown moss, rising several hundred feet above the region of vegetation, and offering an aspect which distinguishes these from the other clevations. The climate in this narrow valley is still so warm as to favor the growth of various trees, which are scarcely to be found a few miles further north. The forests are here formed of spruce, ash, beech, maple, and sugar-maple; and Indian corn grows well, which will not come to maturity beyond. The orchard contains hundreds of appletrees. This is one of the principal stopping-places for the sleighs, which pass the mountains in great numbers, during the winter, for Portland, Boston, &c. Nancy's Hill is a small elevation a few miles north of this place. In 1773 a young woman of respectable connexions, who accompanied a family of settlers to Dartmouth (now Jefferson,) set out in the winter to return to Portsmouth, alone and on foot, her lover having promised to meet her there and marry her. There was then no house nearer than Bartlett, thirty miles. Nancy was found by some travellers in this spot frozen and covered with ice, under a shelter formed of branches of trees, which was the only shelter to be found on the way. There is a place near the Notch, where the road suffered severe injury. It had been built up against the side of a mountain, on a wall forty or fifty feet high, and about thirty yards in extent, at the expense of five hundred dollars. This whole fabric was swept away by a mass of earth, rocks and trees, which came from a half a mile up the side of the mountain, rushing down at an angle of forty-five degrees, and precipitated itself into the bed of the Saco, which is nearly three hundred feet below. The road rises with a steep ascent for a con. siderable distance before it reaches the Notch, and the traveller observes two cataracts, one pouring down a precipitous mountain at a distance on the west side of the valley, and the other, which, is called the Flume, rushing down on the right hand, and crossing the road under a bridge. The scenery is sublinie and impressive beyond description.There is also another flume just beyond. The Notch is so narrow as to allow only room enough for the path, and the Saco, which is here a mere brook, only four feet in breadth. It is remarkable that the Saco and the Ammonoosuc spring from fountains on Mount Washington, within perhaps sixty yards of each other, though the former empties into the Atlantic, and the latter joins Connecticut river. Another branch of the Anmonoosuc approaches the Saco, in one place, within about six hundred yards. They are both crossed beyond the Notch. The head-waters of the Merrimac rise within about a mile and a half of this place, and run down a long ravine, little less remarkable than that of the Saco. A road was first made through the Notch in 1785. It was fifty or sixty feet higher than the present turnpike, and so steep that it was necessary to draw horses and wagons up with ropes. The assessment for the turnpike was made in 1806. |