I could reach it with my hand; for, as you may perceive, the opening is too small to admit of my having got in; and still more fortunately, the door of the room was open, so that I could see the whole danger of the scene. The lion was beginning to move, perhaps with the intention of making a spring; there was no longer any time to think; I called softly to the mother not to be afraid, and invoking the name of the Lord, fired my piece. The ball passed directly over my boy's head, and lodged in the forehead of the lion immediately above his eyes, which shot forth as it were sparks of fire, and stretched him on the ground, so that he never stirred more. A MODERN DIALOGUE. THE following took place not long since: Applicant-Are you in want of a laborer sir? Gentlemen-I am. Our children crowd close behind us and they will soon be gone. In a few years not a living being can say "I remember him." We lived in another age, and did business with those who have long since slumbered in the tomb. Thus is life. How rapidly it passes! Oh! blessed are they who are held in everlasting remembrance. WOMEN STRONGER THAN OXEN. It is related of a certain New England divine, who flourished not many years ago, and whose matrimonal relations are supposed not to have been of the most agreeable kind, that, one Sabbath morning while reading to his congregation the parable of the supper in Luke xiv. in which occurs this passage-"And another said I have bought five yoke of oxen, and I go to prove them; I pray thee to have me excused; and another said, I have married a wife, and therefore cannot come," Applicant-I'm out of work, sir, and should he suddenly paused at the end of this verse, drew be glad to serve you. Gentlemen-Are you a reformed drunkard! Applicant-No sir, I never drank in my life. Gentlemen-I am sorry for that; but perhaps I can do something for you yet. Were you ever in the State Prison ! a Applicant (indignantly.) No, sir, I am very poor man, sir, but, thank God, I'm honest. Gentlemen-(rising in a rage.) Get out of my sight, you infernal puppy! what do you mean by coming here and asking for work! I'd have you to know I'm a philanthropist, and I wont give any employment to a fellow who has never even been in a watch-house, or seen the inside of a Police Court. If you'd only stole a gridiron-but git a long about your business-you ain't even a d-d rascal ! A CURE FOR POST-BOYS. THE philanthropist, Howard, finding in traveling, that the coachmen would seldom comply with his wishes, hit upon an expedient to cure them. At the end of a stage, when the driver had been perverse, he desired the landlord to send for some poor industrious widow, or other proper object of charity, and to introduce such person and the driver together. He then paid the latter his fare, and told him, that as he had not thought proper to attend to his repeated requests as to the manner of being driven, he should not make him any present; but, to show him that he did not withold it out of a principle of parsimony, he would give the poor person double the sum usually given to a postilion. This he did, and dismissed the parties. He had not long practised this mode, he said, before he experienced the good effects of it on all the roads where he was known. THUS IS LIFE. If we die to-day, the sun will shine as brightly and the birds will sing as sweetly to-morrow. Business will not be suspended for a moment, and the great mass will not bestow a thought on our memories. "Is he dead?" will be the solemn inquiry of a few, as they pass to their pleasure or their work. But no one will miss us except our immediate connections, and in a short time even they will forget us, and laugh as merrily as when we sat beside them. off his spectacles, and looking around on his hearers, said, with emphasis "The fact is, brethren, one woman can draw a man farther from the kingdom of Heaven than five yoke of oxen!" TRUE PHILOSOPHY.-Hein, a Dutchman, rose from a cabin-boy to be an Admiral, and was killed in an action in which he was victorious. Their Mightinesses sent a deputation to condole with his mother at Delft. The old woman, paying no regard to their honors, or the honor done to him said, "I always foretold that Peter would perish like a miserable wretch, as he was. He loved nothing but rambling from one country to another, and now he has received the reward of his folly." A PERTINENT REPLY.-It is said that a subject of the King of Prussia, a talented mechanic, being about to emigrate, was arrested and brought before his majesty. "Well, my good friend," said the king, how can we persuade you to remain in Prussia ?" "Most gracious sire, only by making Prussia what America is." He was allowed to emigrate. A LONDON visitor asked an Irish seaman belonging to the coast-guard at Hastings, if they got any Thus shall we all now in active life pass away. prize moncy. "Och, indeed, yer honor, yes; but it is sifted through a ladder, and all that falls through goes to the officers--all that sticks to the steps is left for the men." The Rural Repository. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1847. THE STEAMBOAT HUDSON. THIS fine boat which runs from our City, to New-York, has just been thoroughly repaired, and can now compete as regards elegance and comfort, with any of the Steamers of her size on our river. Her State-rooms are as roomy and commodious and as well ventilated as those of any other steamer. We take great pleasure in recommending this truly excellent Boat, to the Traveling public and to the citizens of Hudson and its vicinity especially, as worthy and deserving of their patronage, they will find her officers and men obliging, urbane and attentive, and the boat every way calculated for their convenience. THE GAVEL. THIS monthly Magazine, devoted to Odd-Fellowship and General Literature, has been purchased by Clark W. Bryan, and removed from Albany to this city, where it is now published. It is a cheap and well-conducted Magazine, and worthy of the support of the extensive Fraternity, to whose interests it is devoted. Each number contains 32 pages, which at the close of the year, makes a handsome volume for binding. The October No. contains a beautiful steel Engraving of P. G. S. Thomas Wildey, the founder of Odd Fellowship in America. Terms $1,00 per annum in advance. Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of postage paid. A. S. R. Waterbury, Vt. $2,00; Miss L. M. Winooski Falls Vt. $5,00; C M. R. Cold Spring, N. Y. $1,00; D. H. New London, Ct. $1,00; P. M. Java Village, N. Y. $3,00; Miss S. B. Union Square, N. Y. $1,00; J. W. S. Castleton, N. Y. $5,00; 1. C. Saccarappa, Me. $3,00; S. J. N. Big Brook, N. Y. $1,00; P. S. A. Hoesville, N. Y. $1,00; J. W. K. Fort E. G. Greene, N. Y. $1.00; P. M. Bristol, N. Y. $3,00; H. R. Covington, N. Y. $1,00; M. R. Keeseville, N. Y. $1,00; Westford, N. Y. $10.00; P. M. Allen Hill, N. Y. $5,00; W. H. S. Penn Yan, N. Y. $1.00; J. V. S. Claverack, N. Y. $2.00; L. C. Copake N. Y. $10,00; G. D. Red Hook, N. Y. $1,00; S. E. H. Fredonia, N. Y. $0.50; A. C. Lansingville, burne, N. Y. $10,00; Mrs. S. D. South Dover, N. Y. $1,00; N. Y. $1,00; A. S. Rainsville, la. $2,00; M. P. M. WoodO. C. Owego, N. Y. $2,00. MARRIAGES. In this city, on the 30th ult. by the Rev. Dr. Gosman. Peter Bogardus, to Miss Mary N. Freeland, daughter of Leonard Freeland Esq. of this city. With the above marriage we received a slice of cake, for which we return our thanks. There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die. On the 23d ult. by Rev. Leroy Church, Mr. John C. Potts to Miss Mary Clum, all of this city. Jacob Finkle, to Miss Sarah Halsted, both of Ancram. At Pine Plains, on the 4th ult. by Rev. Wm. N. Sayre, Mr. At Huntingdon, Ct. on the 22d ult. by Rev. E. S. Porter, Mr. Wm. C. Wooster, of Chatham 4 Corners, to Miss Mary, daughter of Lucius Gilbert, of the former place. West Sand Lake, Rens. Co. to Margaret Mesick, of the first At Chatham, by the same, on the 30th ult. Henry Mott, of named place. In Claverack, on the 2d inst. by Rev. Mr. Himrod, Mr. Abram Odell, to Miss Christina Vosburgh, all of the above place. DEATHS. In this city, on the 24th ult. Sarah, wife of Theodore H. On the 28th ult. Isaac Hodge, in his 81st year. At Philadelphia, on the 30th ult. Medona E. daughter of At Stuyvesant, on the 21st ult. Barent Vanderpoel, Esq. in the 84th year of his age. Mr. V. was one of the oldest inhabitants of this county, and had occupied and served in a great many responsible offices of trust. Original Poetry. Forthe Rural Repository. THE MOTHER'S GRAVE. "Tis Autumn! and the faded green The pleasing shades of twilight die. Upon her bed the blossoms spring, Pellucid waters near her stray, Amid those trees the linnets sing, Or dream their midnight hours away. The pearly dew falls sparkling there, The violets round its margin steal, And children, at the hour of prayer, Beside that grave are wont to kneel. My mother! oh, how strange appears The pictures of departed things, Do now around me softly fly, Friends which have been, but now are not, As if around this sacred spot They lingered, gentle watch to keep. Fond mother! if a saddening spell, Its sullen wand should o'er me wave, If lingering like a last farewell, I seek thy green secluded grave; A moment leave those blissful skies, I thought not when in childhood's home, I thought not that the light of life, Which thine, dear mother shed on me. For blessings that expired with thee;-Youth's sunny dreams, its many friends, Exist as but in name to me. I'll fondly weep, but not despair, For mercy's voice is bovering nigh; She listens to my contrite prayer, She treasures up my every sigh. And thou dear mother art not dead, Thine image walks these shades among, And as I sit upon thy bed, Thou listenest to my mournful song. Ah yes! I hear in this lone bower, My guardian on life's raging sea. Sleep, Mother sleep! why should I dread, I grieve not that thy race is run, For the Rural Repository. NIGHT. BY ISAAC COBB. G. H. A. THE king of day has left his sapphire throne, Oh Contemplation, thou mysterious power! I would that nature ever were as calm, As free from tumult and unhallowed strife; No deadly rifle aiming to disturb The harmony of Sylvan's chosen tribes. Ten thousand spirits from their haunts come forth, Oh, let man slumber on, ye heavenly powers! Retiring from the scene the Muse admires, My thoughts ascending to the great First Cause, New Volume, September, 1847. RURAL REPOSITORY, Vol. 24, Commencing Sept. 25, 1847. EMBELLISHED WITH NUMEROUS ENGRAVINGS. Price $1-Clubs from 50 to 75 Cents. THE RURAL REPOSITORY will be devoted to Polite Literature; containing Moral and Sentimental Tales, Original Communications, Biographies, Traveling Sketches, Amusing Miscellany, Humorous and Historical Anecdotes, Poetry, &c. The first Number of the Twenty-Fourth Volume of the RURAL REPOSITORY will be issued on Saturday the 25th of September, 1847. The "Repository" circulates among the most intelligent families of our country and is hailed as a welcome visitor, by all that have favored us with their patronage. It has stood the test of more than a score of years; amid the many chauges that have taken place and the ups and downs of life, whilst hundreds of a similar character have perished, our humble Rural has continued on, from year to year, until it is the Oldest Literary Paper in the United States. GONDITIONS. THE RURAL REPOSITORY will be published every other Saturday in the Quarto form, containing twenty six numbers of eight pages each, with a title page and index to the volume, making in the whole 208 pages. It will also be embellished with numerous Engravings, and consequently it will be one of the neatest, cheapest, and best literary papers in the country. TERMS. Great Inducements to Agents. Those who send $5 or $7, for a Club, can have one of the above mentioned Volumes (gratis ;) those who send $10, or $15, two; those who send $20, three; and those who send $25 or over, four. Now is the time to Subscribe. Any Person who will send the amount affixed to either of the following works, we will send it and the Repository for one year, thus giving the Repository for nothing. The Books can be sent to them by Mail, for about 40 Cents, or an order on the publisher in New-York. SEARS' PICT, DESCRIP. OF GREAT BRITIAN AND IRELAND, 550 pages. Illustrated with Several Hundred Engravings, retail price $2,50; INFORMATION FOR THE PEOPLE. 600 pages, Splendidly Illustrated, $2.50; NEW PICTORIAL FAMILY LIBRARY, 600 pages, Embellished with Beautiful Engra vings, $2.50; PICTORIAL HIST. OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION, 450 pages, containing Several Hundred Engravings, $2,00; PICTORIAL SUNDAY BOOK, 600 pages. Illustrated by Numerous Landscape Scenes, $2.50; NEW AND COMPLETE HISTORY OF THE BIBLE, 700 pages, Beautifully Illustrated, $3,00; BIBLE BIOGRAPHY, 500 pages, containing Several Hundred Engravings, $2,50; WONDERS OF THE WORLD, 600 pages, with Numerous Engravings. $2,50. Any town that will send us the most subscribers, for the 24th volume, shall be entitled to the 25th volume for half price, each subscriber in such town to receive the Repository during that year for half the sum paid for the 24th volume. All No subscription received for less than one year. the back numbers furnished to new subscribers during the year until the edition is out, unless otherwise ordered. Names of subscribers with the amount of Subscription to be sent as soon as possible to the publisher. WILLIAM B. STODDARD. Hudson, Columbia, Co. N. Y. 1847. We would request all those who receive this No. to endeavor to obtain a few subscribers at least, if not a Club in their vicinity. A Semi-monthly Journal, Embellished with Engravings. Ix the course of our labors as a caterer for information for the million, we have often spoken of the hardships, and lamented over the sufferings, which are but too certainly entailed upon that unfortunate class of female laborers, who from false pride or family prejudices, prefer factory labor or the still more precarious and worse remunerated toil of the needle, to engaging in the more healthful and better paid occupation of domestic service. And whilst we have ever had for our object the raising of this unfortunate class of females in the scale of society, we have ever disdained to minister to their prejudices or to pander to their ignorance, by persuading them that by any other means than that of lessening the competition for employment, can they ever hope to compel the employers to pay them remunerating prices for their labor. We have frequently shown, by the most undeniable arguments and the irrefragability of figures, that whilst the seamstress and the tailoress pine away their youth in some bleak garret or neglected rear shanty, on a paltry pittance of food and clothing, the German and Irish girls who arrive in this country are comfortably lodged in the large hotels or private residences of our gentry, well fed and enabled to save money to send to their relatives at home. Unfortunately for us, there are no correct statistical data kept in New-York to enable us to show the ravages which discase and death make in the ranks of those who prefer singing the song of the shirt to household service, or a comparison with the "domestic drudge;" yet from a report which has recently been made by the secretary of the state of Massachusetts, of the average deaths of females, we may gather something by which a slight opinion may be formed of the effects of female labor over the duration of life. The report in question gives the following results of female life in Massachusetts. Ladies, 70; Seamstresses, 39; Dressmakers, 29; Milliners 44; Tailoresses, 38. And this report, be it observed, excludes from its calculations all the females who die before they arrive at 20, because, in Mass. it is believed that prior to that age female employment has but little influence on the duration of female life!" We think differently but have not space in this brief article for our reasons. We hope, however, that our female readers will ponder on this and ask themselves why ladies should live to 70 and dressmakers be sent to that bourne from whence no traveller returns ere they are 30, even in the state of Massachusetts? Is it because ladies are better fed and clothed, have more exercise in the open air, and are not compelled to pore their hearts' blood out in making shirts at 50 cents, each, or umbrellas at 5 cents? If this is the cause, then we should think that the employment which the real gentlewoman considers to be her lot and portion, that of ministering to the domestic hearth, must be that which would-if preferred-give the greatest amount of health and comfort to the young lady" who is doomed to earn her bread by the sweat of her brow!-Sun. Mercury. TATE The Mysterious Stranger. A TALE OF PASSION, FOUNDED ON FACT. [Continued.] saw by my manner that I thought her case an nald was so common a name he dared not flatter "I hope, I trust not, dear madam, for my poor "No, no," answered Lady D with such friend's sake," I replied in a voice hoarse with emo-effort that I feared that she was going to be ill. tion. "However," continued my friend, "whether { your relation or not, he is a very pleasing man, and the more interesting from his having lost his wife, a very beautiful woman, and under strong suspicion, I believe, of her having committed {suicide." "Well!" exclaimed Lady D, in a most uncommon tone of voice, and starting from her recumbent posture-" Well, and does this interesting widower affect great regret for her loss, that your kind heart was so touched in his favor?" "Yes, it is a blow, I find he has never recovered. So his sister says, a very interesting woman, who has lived with him ever since his misfortune, and whose society is his only consolation." "His sister! are you sure she is his sister?” "There can be no doubt of it; for he is a man of honor, and he has introduced her as such." O my dear lord, you think every man as hon "But not for my own. I thank you; it is kind,” Lord D-'s fortitude entirely forsook him, as Some months had now clapsed, and, reclining chiefly on a sofa, Lady D— was as able as ever to listen to us, while we read, or even to conversc nearly as well as usual, when we were informed of the arrival of a Scotch family at Nice, and Lord D. was invited to meet them at the house of a gentleman whom he knew; and as he was sure I would remain with Lady D-, he did not scruple to say he would accept the invitation. I observed Lady D's countenance change 'Polite, as all your life in courts had been, Yet good, as tho' the world you'd never seen.' And while her lord gallantly and affectionately thanked her for this compliment to his virtues and his manners, she rose from her seat, and with more animation and power than I had lately seen in ber, walked across the room with her accustomed dignity, leaning on Lord D―'s arm, while her eyes beamed with a sort of unnatural brightness, and her check was flushed also with unnatural beauty. "My dear lady," said I, " I fear you had better sit down again." And before she could reply to me her countenance changed, she burst into a violent flood of tears, and was glad to be conveyed to her bed as fast as possible. A day or two after Lord D, seeing she was quite recovered, told her that he would now own he had promised to meet the Macdonalds again at his friend's house; Mrs. Douglass, the sister of Macdonald, having promised to tell them after dinner, when her brother had an engagement abroad, the whole of his melancholy story; "a story," added Lord D, "which I am very anxious to hear; for it is I understand, very romantic and strange, and very affecting; and indeed the uncommonly fine person and manners of Colonel Macdonald make him very fit for a heros de roman.” "Not more," she angrily replied," than you are my lord; for it seems you substitute sentiment for sensibility, and had rather listen to a whining and perhaps false tale of romantic distress, than stay by the sick couch of a suffering wife." Lord D- on hearing this looked like one bereft of reason, while a "Gracious Heaven! what injustice; I could not have believed it," burst from my lips. Lady D― saw she had gone too far ; and with tears in her eyes she besought her lord, in whose bosom tenderness was struggling with very just resentment, to forgive her ungrateful petulance, and to attribute it to the peevish exacting temper created by disease, heightened a little in this case by the suggestions of jealousy. "Of Jealousy!" we both exclaimed, he with surprise I with incredulity. “Yes,” she replied, blushing, and casting her eyes down to avoid my searching glance-" Yes-} jealousy for is there not a Mrs. Douglas, a very interesting sister ?" And while Lord Ddeceived and flattered by this avowal of a feeling which she could not have, hung over her with assurances that there could be to him only one woman in the world, I darted on her a look of indignation, which must have convinced her I saw through the artifice, and despised it. Certain it is, she either dared not, or would not oppose Lord D-'s keeping his engagement, and he left us at the appointed time. O! could the young, the innocent, and the unwary have beheld as I did, the agonics which this dear unhappy woman underwent during the absence of her lord, this child and victim of passion and of wrong principles of action, how forcibly would they have been deterred, by this awful, fearful example from giving way to the influence of passion in any respect! and how completely would they have felt every inclination to blame swallowed up in pity for the sufferings they witnessed! Several times during the course of the evening she asked me what o'clock it was. "What is it no later?" she exclaimed. And when, in answer to her question, I told her the hour at a later period, she wildly exclaimed, "don't tell me so, do not tell me the hour of his return is so near!" And though she said nothing, I saw in her at times the almost breathless agonies of suspense, and the mental struggles of justly-founded apprehension.It was very clear that she did not put much restraint upon herself, because she knew that I suspected all was not right; and also perhaps because she knew the moment of discovery was probably at hand; and also because she was tired of playing a part so foreign to her nature. At length we heard Lord D's carriage. "I am sure I hope so," said I, "for my lord has had the cruelty to refuse to let me hear it till your ladyship does, in order to avoid the trouble of telling it twice." 46 prevail on himself to disclose the supposed frailty of his sister to his rigidly virtuous wife. Nor in. deed did I wish he should. And thus did he, by violating one of the first duties of married people, never to have concealments from cach other, lay the foundation of his subsequent misery.'" Here a deep groan from Lady D interrupted the recital; but after a few moments she desired Lord Yes, my dear lord," answered Lady D in endure it." "It was indeed affecting to me," observed Lord D—, "The commencement of it, indeed, I did not hear; for I was called out to speak to my man as Mrs. Douglas was beginning to relate her brother's falling in love with a beauty, followed up no doubt by the birth, parentage, and education of the said beauty." "Which detail you did not hear then? asked Lady D 66 No; but as they were immaterial, I did not "This unhappy girl, it has since appeared, whom I mentioned before, had watched her mas. ter to my house, and had often seen him caressing my child, and often witnessed the great agitation in his manner and in mine; for he was always entreating me to reveal the name of my seducer, as he thought him, and I as firmly persisted in denying his request. However at last, unable to bear any longer the imputation of guilt while conscious of innocence, I wrote to my husband, requesting leave to confide my marriage to my brother? and, as his father was then very nearly at the point of death, I received from him permission to disclose our real situation to my brother alone, and to remove from his heart the load on his honor which my supposed delinquency had placed on it. Meanwhile during the time that I was awaiting an answer to my letter, the wretched girl had contrived by some means or other to gain the ear of a woman highly dignified, whom no one would have suspected of listening to the tales of a menial, and she had condescended to follow the servant's example, and dodge, as it is called, her husband to my cottage. She had done this, we now found, more than once. But one unfortunate morning, a morning which I should otherwise have blest, as it allowed me leave to tell my beloved brother that I was not unworthy of him, the deluded Mrs. Macdonald, no longer mistress of her passions, approached the house, and opened the door just as I, now restored to my brother's love, was, for the first time since my supposed fall from virtue, received to his affectionate embrace. For the first time he was kissing me with the pure and repentant tenderness of a long estranged brother, and when his unhappy wife appeared we were locked in cach other's arms! Dear, deceived, unhappy woman! I can well understand and feel for her agonies at that moment! But the sequel is horrible—Mrs. Macdonald had scarcely beheld a scene so terrible to the feelings of an adoring wife, when she fled with precipitation from our sight; and from that hour to this we have never entirely ascertained her fate. We found indeed, her cloak and one of her vailed on me to marry him privately and unknown shoes on the bank of a rapid river, and feared it to my own family as well as his. But so afraid was was only too probable that she precipitated herself he of his father's displeasure, that he made me into it. But though the river was repeatedly and solemnly swear, whatever it cost me, never to entirely dragged, we never found the body. And disclose that I was a wife. The consequence of as my brother could not be convinced that she had {this rash promise was, that when my situation destroyed herself, he, after she had disappeared could no longer be concealed, and was disclosed to about two years, caused an advertisement to be the eye of my brother, in the first transports of his put in all papers, which if it met her eyes she rage, he upbraided me as a disgrace to my family; must have understood, importing that if she would but the next moment he kindly promised, on pre-return to her afflicted husband, the circumstances tence of taking me a journey for the recovery of my health, to place me in some abode where I was wholly unknown, and where I could lic-in unsuspected and undiscovered. He did so. But when Better, much better, or I would not have re- on his marriage he went to live at the family seat, ceived you." where he and I were both personally unknown, he "But do you think yourself well enough to hear caused me and my child to remove to a house on the extraordinary recital I have to give?" his estate. But unhappily for him, he could not "There he is!" cried the half frantic Rosabel"but perhaps he will not come hither-not come to see me now!" And as she said this, I hastened to meet him. I found him not quite well, and inten. ding to take the warm bath before he came into his wife's apartment, lest his fatigued look should alarm her. But he inquired most tenderly concerning her, and desired me to say he would come to her as soon as he could; and with this message I returned to her. "Then you are sure he meant to come, and means to come?" she asked me with an agitated look. I would thank you, Mr. Moreton," interrup. ted Lady D—, “to give me those drops," I obeyed, and my friend went on. 466 "Now,' said Mrs. Douglas, with a faltering voice and blushing cheek, I must bring myself forward, and confess that to my fond folly my poor brother owes all his subsequent misfortunes, and the loss of his beloved wife. I had won the affections of the younger son of Lord H—, and had given him mine in return; but my lover de “Most surely; and he inquired after you most spairing of obtaining his father's consent, had pretenderly." "All's well then," muttered she; "but I-I had rather not see my lord till to-morrow, for I am much exhausted. and wish to retire to rest." Accordingly she rung for her attendants, and I saw no more of her, neither did Lord D―, that night. The next morning Lady D-sent us word that she was too unwell to be disturbed, and should try to sleep as long as she could; and we were not summoned to her dressing-room till evening, and then almost all the light had been excluded on pretence of indisposition. "How are you this evening?" said Lord Dseating himself beside the couch. now so suspicious would be entirely cleared up, |