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rica. But, even if maize really came from the American continent first; if the Indian fig and the closely-related agave, which now grow wild around the Mediterranean, and add so much to its picturesque scenery, have their true home in the New World, those two plants would still be the only ones that have ever travelled eastward, single and isolated exceptions to the great law of nature, that plants, animals, and men, all must travel towards the setting sun.
This mysterious but undeniable movement is still going on. It proceeds, even in our day, on a grand and imposing scale, and essentially alters, from time to time, the vegetable character of whole countries, as they are newly discovered or newly settled. It shows us in indelible signs the silent, irresistib force with which bumble plants prescribe their path on earth, to both the animals that feed us and the different races of
For such is the strange relation between plants and man: they are of paramount importance for his existence not only, but also for his welfare. It is little to say that they feed and clothe him, and that they enable him to sustain the life of those animals, from whom he receives in return not only food and comfort, but, what is incomparably more valuable, service, affection, and gratitude!
'BORROBOOLA GHA.' A. stranger preach'd last Sunday,
And crowds of people came To hear a two-hour sermon,
With a barbarous-sounding name; 'Twas all about some heathens,
Thousands of miles afar,
Calld 'Borroboola Gha.'
That when the plates were passid,
And goodly sums were cast; For all must lend a shoulder
To push the rolling car
To 'Borroboola Gha.'
Lay heavy on my soul,
I took my morning-stroll;
With eager grasp and wild,
I saw a little child
A pale and puny creature,
In rags and dirt forlorn; What could she want, I question'd,
Impatient to be gone. With trembling voice she answerd,
'We live just down the street, And mammy she's a-dyin',
And we've nothing left to eat.' Down in a wretched basement,
With mould upon the walls, Through whose half-buried windows
God's sunshine never fallsWhere cold, and want, and hunger,
Crouch'd near her as she lay, I found a fellow-creature
Gasping her life away.
A bed of dirty straw,
But these I scarcely saw;
The sad and sickening show-
A scene so full of wo.
The babes that pine for bread,
Around the dying bedAll this distress and sorrow
Should be in lands afar.
To 'Borroboola Gha?'
Were close behind the door,
A thousand times before. Alas! for the cold and hungry
That meet me every day, While all my tears were given
To the suffering far away. There's work enough for Christians
In distant lands, we know; Our Lord commands his servants
Through all the world to go; Not only for the heathen:
This was his charge to them, 'Go, preach the Word, beginning
First at Jerusalem.' 'O Christian! God has promised,
Who e'er to thee has given A сир of pure
cold water, Shall find reward in heaven. Would you secure the blessing
You need not seek it farGo find in yonder hovel
A 'Borroboola Gha.'
THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT PAY THE PRINTER.
NEWSPAPER DUNNING IN
stacle in the way of your reaching that place
of rest.' AMERICA.
Other editors have assumed 'the oppoMany years ago, a man named Dunn siteground,'and have pretended greatanger was employed to collect debts, and was on the subject. Here are examples: so successful in his undertakings, that
'Send us our dues-or may you be shod when merchants met with an awkward with lightning, and compelled to wander customer, who did not pay his bills, they through deserts of gunpowder; your eyes recommended each other to dunn him; be sore, and a chestnut burr for an eyestone. hence the singular, but too well under- May
you have a hornet's nest in each boot, stood word, dunning. Of all men, says and be rode by Irish bog-trotters in the night,
vipers in your ears, scorpions in your bosom, a writer in Graham's American Maga- with a two-bushel bag of potatoes tied to zine,' newspaper editors and proprietors each leg.' can do this dunning well: for, first, they It would seem that the idea of this have talent to do it; secondly, among a article struck the minds of many editors large number of subscribers they have very favourably, for soon after we find it opportunities for doing it; thirdly, the fre- borrowed, and all sorts of attempts made quent 'tightness' of their money-market to improve upon it. We give a few spesharpens their wits, and prompts them cimens, and here we shall mention the to do it; fourthly, they sometimes want papers in which they appeared. something to fill, and to spice their papers, and so they doit; fifthly, it is of no expense
May he be shod with lightning, and comto them, and therefore they do it; and pelled to wander over a desert of gunpowder.' perhaps we ought to add a sixth reason- -N. 0. Pic. these said editors regard it as a trial of 'May he have sore eyes, and a chestn strength with each other, and the con
burr for an eyeball.'-Balt. Clip. test is who can do it best. After this
May he wither under the volumino
curse of Dr Slop.'-Ev. Post. preface, we proceed to our present proper
May his sorrows double daily, and business, which is to show our readers life lengthen in the same ratio that his sorsome of the ingenious ways in which this rows are multiplied.'-Frankford Yeoman. dunning is done. We give but a few in- May every day of his life be more destances selected from thousands.
spotic than the Dey of Algiers.'--N. York
News. To begin with the most important.
May he repose his weary limbs at night Some have even dunned on scriptural on a bed full of fleas, and inhale the odour of grounds. One paper quotes from Paul's ten thousand bed-bugs.'—Cin. News. Epistle to the Romans, Owe no man any, the face of fair wornan, and be BORED to
May he never again be permitted to see thing,' and then adds, 'We fear some of death by boarding-school misses practising our subscribers never read Paul's Epistles.? their first lesson of music,
without the priThe editor of a paper in the State of vilege of seeing his tormentors.' — Memp. New York thus affectingly appeals to his Exp. readers:
May he, upon pulling on a tight boot,
find a live hornet in the bottom! May he be 'Where is the money coming from to pay rode on a rail after getting his boot off, with for our next issue? We cannot get a quire a sharp edge up, with a bushel-bag of sand without the cash in advance. We have bor- tied to each leg, by a torch-light procession, rowed until our credit is gone. We have and hissed by all the boys in ten miles round. worked two years for nothing, and boarded -Brownlow's Whig: ourselves—or rather our wife has boarded May a troop of Printers' Devils, lean, lank, us—'free gratis for nothing.' Our composi- and hungry, dog his heels by day; and may tors want their wages. Our children want the famine-stricken ghost of an editor's babe shoes, and our wife wants a new calico dress. haunt his evening lullaby, and hiss murder We are out of wood, out of potatoes, out of in his dreaming ear.'--Star State Patriot. flour, out of meat, out of butter, out of sugar, ‘May he be compelled to walk during the out of patience-in short, out of nearly every day, with bare feet, over prickly-pears; and thing, except a clear conscience. We dodged sleep at night in a muskeeho chapparel, withthe sheriff until we could not dodge any out a blanket
or lariat to keep the rattlelonger; and have dodged our creditors until snakes off.'-Houston Beacon. we are tired. We have not a shilling in our May he have a scolding wife and a snokpocket, and you owe us Two Thousand Dol- imney, and his days be many.'—West lars! We are trying to live a Christian life, ern Texan. and hope to get to heaven. It affords us nó May he be in debt, and dunned every hour satisfaction to think we shall not meet you of every day by creditors as remorseless as there. We should greatly prefer to have you Shylock, and as importunate as the widow pay us, and thereby remove a very great ob- ! in holy writ. May no sleep come to his eye
lids, nor rest to his conscience, until the last mination into the statistics of crime. Rogues mite of his indebtedness is cancelled. May have taken newspapers regularly, so long he be lathered with aquafortis, and shaved as they were trusted, but they have as with a hand-saw by a drunken barber, who regularly," done” the publishers. A newsshall read to him during the operation every paper debt being to a considerable degree a line and syllable of the supplement to the 'debt of honour,” dishonourable men can Virginia Convention.'-Fred. News.
easily avoid its payment. Probably the May he have to ride on the back of a rough eluding of payment for a newspaper is often trotting mule one thousand miles, over a the first step in crime. Delinquent subbad road, and have a apine saddle.'- scribers, take warning from the above, and American Unionist.
step up immediately to the captain's office ‘May he be doomed to the editorship of a and settle.' country newspaper, every subscriber of which 'It has been ascertained that people who is as mean as himself.'--Ottawa Free Press.
take the papers, and pay for them in ad'May every dollar he gets prove as base vance, are seldom struck by lightning. The coin as he is humanity, himself be forced to season of thunder-showers has arrived, and beg, and every sentence from his cold heart delinquents will find it cheaper to pay up freeze fast in his throat, his under-shirt turn than to purchase lightning-rods.' to wasps, and he not suffered to go down to "There is a man up the country who always his hole in the dirt, "unwhipt, unconcerned, pays for his paper in advance. He has never and unstung. -Quincy Herald.
had a sick day in his life-never had any We had a chap who got the 'Mirror'three
corns or toothache-his potatoes never rotyears without paying for it, and when we the weevil never eats his wheat-the frost sued him, he was dishonest enough to deny never kills his corn or beans-his babies it off. We know he has not slept well ever never cry in the night, and his wife never since. Give him a kick, and let the mise- scolds. Reader! have you paid the printer rable creature pass.'— Tazewell Mir.
in advance?' Not enough yet! May he be stowed into W. B. writes us that he could not sleep a barrel of tar, and boiled down and japanned of nights—first thought it was "hot weaover. May be then be kiln-dried and split ther," then "fleas "-finally, tried our celeup into wooden shoe-pegs; or may he be cut brated printer's receipt, and sent on the up and used for cat-fish bait.'-- Union. C. money due for the 'Post'-and, "for the two Star.
nights since, has slept perfectly well !". In many other instances, these trouble- The 'Boston Cultivator' tells a good some editors have sought to work upon story on this subject:the fears of those who would not pay.
'It seems that one of its subscribers was Here is a sample or two:
much troubled with the nightmare, and ap
plied several remedies to no good effect, till 'A Mr Blindman, pilot on a flat-boat on
his excellent lady asked him if he had paid the Ohio, recently saw a most wonderful sight for his newspaper! On going to see, he found in the heavens. He was watching eagerly the he was in arrears two years. He at once paid comet's tail, when at once he saw the tail
up, and slept soundly for three or four nights; curl up, and form in big letters the word
but fearing the trouble might come on again, 'PAY
he went to the office and paid a year in ad'He didn't pay much attention to it; but
This has proved an effectual cure, in a few minutes he looked round again, and as such is recommended in all like and saw distinctly in the same place, the word
"The oldest man that ever died in this
country took a newspaper from the day he 'Astonished at this, he ran below to in.
was twenty-one years of age, to that of his form the captain, and when he got back and death, and always paid for it in advance.' looked up at it, he found it had changed again, and formed the word
The editor of a paper down east offers 'PRINTER.
a premium for the best dunning address Some men have taken another plan,
to his delinquent customers.
A southern editor advertises that he and have sought to persuade their friends wishes to unite himself to an 'Owe-Noto pay, by telling them tales like these:— thing Society, and hopes all his sub
'It is worthy of remark, that no person who scribers will do likewise. took a newspaper regularly and paid for it, The 'Christian Secretary, published in was ever justly convicted of a capital offence. New England, adds to the above:No such person was ever willingly sent to the penitentiary, or any other prison. No such 'We should be glad to join such a society person ever knowingly committed suicide ; ourself, but cannot do so without the co-opeand with a few exceptions, longevity has been ration of all our subscribers. By the way, the consequence of so upright a practice.' we are very much in want of funds at this
We find the above, says another paper, time, and would remind those who are still mainly in one of our exchanges. Doubtless in arrears for their paper, that a remittance the statement was not made without due exa- will be thankfully received. We hope this
hint will meet with a prompt response, for writes a heartrending leader under the we are not in the habit of dunning unless title of `Help us ! Cash us, or we sink !' necessity compels us.' 'Never take a paper more than ten years
It is said that an editor at the south without paying the printer, or at least send has purchased a racehorse, at an expense ing him a lock of your hair to let him know of $2000, for the purpose of catching his you are about.'
runaway subscribers. I hold,' says a western editor, with dig. nified emphasis and striking attitude-'I hold
An unfortunate editor in Kentucky thus it as a self-evident principle, that no man addresses his delinquent subscribers: should take a nev:spaper three consecutive 'Friends, we are almost penniless—Job's years, without at least making an apology to turkey was a millionaire compared with our the editor for not paying for it.'
present depressed treasury. To-day, if the A subscriber who only owed us a few price of salt was two cents a-barrelful, we months, the other day sent us the arrears, couldn't buy enough to pickle a jay-bird.' and a year in advance, saying, 'I can't read
'What sort of an economist is the man your paper any longer. We supposed at who chews ten dollars' worth of tobacco in first our friend had taken some offence, or had got sick of the "Telegraph.” No such cannot afford to pay for it?'
a year, and stops his newspaper because he thing. He was only going to read his own paper.'
And now, not to weary the patience of Every man ought to pay his debts—if he the reader, poetry itself has been enlisted can. Every man ought to help his neigh- in this service. The lines following were bour-if he can. Every man and woman printed in an eastern paper, as a 'First ought to get married—if they can. Every of January Hint:'man should do his work to suit his customers --if he can. Every man should please his
'We'll gaily chase all care away, wife--if he can. Every wife should please
And banish every sorrow; her husband—if she can. Every wife should
Subscribers, pay your debts to-day, sometimes hold her tongue - if she can.
And we'll pay ours to-morrow. Every lawyer should sometimes tell the
We had a dream the other night, truth—if he can. Every man should mind
When all around was stillhis own business—if he can; and every woman We dreana'd we saw a host of folks too. Every one should take a newspaper, Pay up their Printer's bill!' and pay for it-anyhow.' The ladies of Louisiana are said to have and that we shall, as the result of our
We hope this dream will come true,' adopted a rule, never to marry a man
collections and labour, hear of some ten who owes a printer more than one year's
or twenty thousands of such letters being subscription.
sent as the following: A down-east editor asks his subscribers
'Here, Printer, take this silver money, to pay up, that he may play a similar
And I'll send more before you dun me; joke upon his creditors; adding, 'we like
the worst of all life's ills, to see a good joke go round.'
Is to be dupn'd for Printer's bills.' Another down-east editor wonders why his subscribers, who are so rampant for A LESSON TAUGHT BY THE ROBIN. Oregon, will not walk up and pay their As often as I hear the robin-redbreast chant subscriptions, after having had more than it as cheerfully in September, the beginning of 'a year's notice’ to the effect that the winter, as in March, the approach of the sumpayment would be very desirable.
mer, why should not we (thinks I) give as cheor
ful entertainment to the hoary frosty air of our There is a time for all things,' said a age's winter, as to the primroses of our youth's crusty old fellow to his wife.-1'll believe spring? Why not to the declining sun in adverthat,' answered his wife, in a sharp vinegar sity, as, like Persians, to the rising sun of provoice, 'when you pay for your newspaper.' sperity? I am sent to the ant to learn industry;
'We want some money. Will our friends to the dove to learn innocency; to the scipent have the kindness to remember us?'— Ver. to learn wisdom; and why not to this bird to mont Paper.
learn equanimity and patience, and to keep the "So do we.
Will our creditors have the same tenor of my mind's quietness, as well at kindness to forget us?'—Boston Post.
the approach of the calamities of wintor, as of 'We go in for both: remembered by our the spring of happiness? And since the Rofriends, and forgotten by our creditors—how man's constancy is so commended, who changed happy we should be!' --Gazette.
not his countenance with his changed fortuues, Even, so be it!'--Ellsworth Herald. why should not I, with a Christian resolution,
‘Corpulent persons, desiring to regain their hold a steady course in all weathers? and though shape, should apply to some newspaper esta
I be forced with cross-winds to shift the sails and blishment for the office of collector.
catch at side-winds, yet skilfully to stccr and An unlucky editor in the west, on the keep on my course, by the Cape of Good Hope,
till I arrive at the haven of eternal happiness. eve of being starved out of his sanctum, | Warwick.
I. THE CHILD OF MERCY.
TRANSLATIONS FROM HERDER.
She tried to pluck them, but they withered beneath her touch. Upon the altar, where
on milk alone was the principal offering, When the Almighty was about to create now lay a bleeding lamb. Voices of laman, be assembled together the archangels mentation were heard around, and amid in council around him.
them one voice of despair, till at last all *Create him not,' said the Angel of died away into tones of melody, such as Righteousness; 'he will be unjust towards she had never heard before. his brethren, and will deal hardly and And a beautiful plain lay before hercruelly towards those that are weaker more beautiful even than the Paradise of than he.
her youth-and upon it wandered, in the *Create bina not,' said the Angel of likeness of her son, a shepherd clad in Peace; "he will fatten the earth with the white. The red roses were in his hair, blood of his fellow-men, and the first-born and in his hand he had a harp, from which of his race will slay his brother.'
those tones of melody came forth. He He will profane thy sanctuary with turned affectionately towards her, began falsehood,' said the Angel of Truth; 'even to approach, and vanished. With him though thou shouldst stamp thine own vanished the dream. likeness—the seal of loyalty-upon his And as the mother awoke, she saw countenance.'
the day dawn red and blood-like; and And as they spake, Mercy, the young- she went forth with a heavy heart to est, dearest child of the Eternal Father, the festival of the thank-offering. came near to his throne, and embraced The brothers brought their offerings; his knees, and said
and their parents returned homeward. Create him, Father, in thine own But at evening their younger son came image, a favourite child of thy goodness. not back. Full of anxiety, the mother Should all thy servants forsake him, yet sought for him, and found only his scatwill not I forsake him; but I will be with tered and mournful herd. He himself him in love, and turn even his errors to lay all bloody by the altar; the roses were good. I will make the heart of the weak stained with his blood, and the agonising one compassionate, and turn him in pity voice of Cain rang loud from a neighbourtowards those that are weaker. If he ing cavern. wanders from the path of Peace and Senseless she sank upon the corpse of Truth-if he sins against Righteousness her son, and a second time the vision and Justice--the fruits of his errors shall appeared to her. The shepherd whom lead him back again, and thus in love im- she saw in that new Paradise was her son.
The red roses were in his hair; sweet The Father of men created man, a tones resounded from his harp; and he weak and erring creature; but even in sweetly sang to her, 'Look upward to the his errors a pupil of his Father's goodness stars in heaven; my weeping mother, look --- a son of Mercy-son of a love that upward. Behold yon glittering chariot never forsakes him, but ever chastens and there; it bears us to other plains, to a improves.
more beauteous Paradise, than thou in Remember, then, thine origin, 0 man, Eden sawest; where thé blood-stained if thou art merciless and unjust. Of rose of innocence more fully blooms, and all God's attributes, it was Mercy alone sighs are changed to sounds of melody. that called thee into being, and Pity The vision disappeared; and Eve arose and Love nursed thee on their paternal with new strength from the pallid corpse bosoms.
of her son. And on the morrow, when she had bedewed him with her tears, and
crowned him with the roses of the altar, Deep in the midnight that preceded his father and mother buried him by the the festival of spring, at which the first altar of his God, in the light of a beautetwo sons of the human race were to bring ous day-dawn. And oft at midnight sat a thank-offering to the Creator, their they by his grave, and gazed toward heamother saw in sleep a wondrous dream. ven, upwards to the high-moving chariot The white roses, which her younger son of stars, and sought their shepherd there. had planted around his altar, were changed to blood-stained roses and more fully blown, such as she had never before seen. Adam was nine hundred and thirty
II. THE HEAVENLY SHEPHERD.
III. THE DEATH OF ADAM.