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All save the bright Cereus, that belle so divine,
CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.
Even the meanest insect receives an existence from the Author of Being, and why should we idly abridge their span They have their little sphere of bliss allotted them; they have purposes which they are designed to fulfil; and when these are accomplished, they die. Everything that has life is doomed to suffer and to feel ; though its expression of pain may not be capable of being conveyed to our senses.
To torture is unmanly; to tyrannize, where there can be no resistance, is the extreme of baseness. He who delights in misery, or sports with life, must have a disposition and a heart, neither qualified to make himself nor others happy.
THE IRA THE OYSTER.
A RAt possess'd of little brains, Accustom'd but to field and plains, Forsook the plenteous store of corn, And — his first trip since he was born — Scorning a parent's kind control, Rashly forsook his native hole. The very moment he was out, He look’d above, and round about : “Oh how extensive is the land ' " He cried; “the world how vast and grand . " The mole-hills to his untaught eyes, Assumed the mountain's height and size. “Amazing!”—he proceeded thus:– “I see the Alps and Caucasus !
And that (a stream he saw in motion)
So plump and tempting did it lie,
It caught the Rat's exploring eye.
See the result of roaming wide
THE HIDDEN TREASURE,
“The man that would successful be in mischief,
GREAT public excitement, of any kind, is generally followed by moral and intellectual waste; as troubled waters necessarily leave behind them a long wake of froth and foam. The good seed, which nature sows in the mind of youth, needs a still sunny period to ripen ; and though violent winds may strengthen the plants across which they sweep in fury, they leave them fixed in a thousand distorted and fantastic forms. Thus the war of '76 threw abroad upon the land innumerable varieties of all that is reckless, sensual, weak, depraved, and eccentric. However, society did not appear as in France, after its tremendous revolution — like a body broken and dislocated on the rack, still twitching and heaving with the fearful remains of vitality. Here there was more matter for merriment than mourning; and though human nature was oster: degraded, it was usually in such a form that the sternest philosopher must have laughed, though reason bade him weep.
One of the most singular samples of humanity, which the new states could furnish, was Anthony Slack. He lived in the pleasant valley of Westminster, on the Vermont side of the Connecticut, and
owned land enough to have made him the wealthiest farmer in New England; but Anthony had been in the war, and had acquired there a gentlemanly love of ease. As easily might the fattened pig have been set to plough the fields, as his obstinate master induced to work. Yet Anthony was not fat. On the contrary, his bones might be seen as plainly as the gaps of his own corn house; and it seemed as if the wind might have whistled through them as well. The jaundice had given a saffron hue to his clapboard visage; and his long white hair, uncut for many a year, fell in perpendicular profusion, like the rows of candles which ornament the rods of a tallow chandler. I never heard of but one thing which resembled Anthony Slack's face; and that was a bright yellow squash, which a mischievous urchin hung round with the silken tresses of the corn field, calling it Anthony’s statue. Yet within this shackled and antiquated form was enshrined a soul full of modern ideas of republicanism. On this subject, Anthony was as learned, and as rational, as the savans of France, or the orators of America; and, better than either of his models, he exemplified his theory in practice. Buttons were of English manufacture, and it would have been highly ridiculous for a glorious son of liberty to have been made comfortable by the haughty upholders of crown and mitre ; therefore, his thick homespun clothes were fastened together with thorns, which grew in great abundance around his garden. These garments were originally white; but as snuff happened, unfortunately, to be an American luxury, their color soon became as