the drowsy humming of a summer bee and even in the busy city, mid the noise and toil of business have you not had your quick step arrested by the simple beauty of a child? At all events, you have at some day, no matter how hurried you may have been, stood still to gaze upon the bright face of some fair maiden, as she tripped by you with careless grace, and with these and such as these has Barry Gray to do. For 'tis the little things of life which make up the life. And Barry has gathered his gleanings not from amid the broad and beaten highways-but in the lanes and vallies, in the pleasant scenes of his home. He has gleaned a story from Mt. Merino, a legend from Roger's Island, and a glimpse of sun-shine from Columbia Springs, he has wrought a sketch from Claverack Falls, and has woven a fairy tale from among the old trees and green shrubs and flowers of the pleasant valley, near his home. He has gone out every sunny day and gleaned and gleaned and gleaned. He has stored all these gleanings away in his mind, and one day will he bring them forth and robe them

in words and give being unto them. Then will he send them forth, these quiet gleanings of his, to make glad the hearts of young maidens, to call a smile

unto their lips, and a light into their eyes-though
peradventure some of these gleanings will bring
forth the silent tear, and make a quiet sadness in
the heart, a sadness,

"Which resembles sorrow only,
As the mist resembles the rain."

Yet will these gleanings as they come forth,

want some one to receive them, some one to care
for them, who will take them as their own, who
will look lightly on their faults and kindly screen
them from the critics gaze. Some one in truth
who will love them. Now are there very many
maidens in our little city, yet who among them all
Barry best can give them too, he knows not unless
it be to Kate. On Kate then doth he bestow

them, will you receive them Kate; these silent
gleanings of Barry's; these thoughts clustering in
his brain, which he would give unto thee? Yes
Kate, accept them with his greeting.
September, 1847.

BARRY GRAY.

For the Rural Repository.
SLANDER.

art and science, and search the field of nature only
to ravage and destroy the beauties they find, and
are distinguished from the genuine bee by their col-
lecting gall instead of honey.

Malicious slanderers are they who traduce their
neighbor in secret, and to carry on the allusion they
dwell in all countries and swarm at all seasons of
the year. A person stung by one of these is not
always sensible of it, the symptoms which succeed
arc apparent enough to create mistrust, but too
evanescent to verify its reality. Ever ready to
betray, they will dive to the bottom of an undis.
guised heart, but not for pearls; and emulating the
exhibitions of a familiar genius, they often rise as
"Smedly rose, in majesty of mud."
G. H. A.
Claverack, 1847.

For the Rural Repository.
EVENING.

BY F. H. BUNNELL.

THE hours of evening are to my mind the most
pleasant and interesting of the whole twenty-four.
Is there not something peculiarly attractive about
a beautiful evening? Morning it is true, has been
honored by the poet. He says,

"Noon may have its sunny glare,
Eve its twilight and its dew,
Night its soft and cooling air-

BIOGRAPHY.

www.

THOMAS WOLSEY. THOMAS WOLSEY, cardinal, an eminent prelate and statesman, the son of a butcher, was born, in 1471, at Ipswich. He was educated at Magdalen College, Oxford. His first preferment of importance was that of a chaplain to Henry VII. who gave him the deanery of Lincoln, as a reward for his expeditious execution of some diplomatic business. Being introduced to Henry VIII. by Fox, bishop of Winchester, he made a rapid progress in the Royal favor, till at length he reached the high

est pitch of power to which a subject can aspire. Between 1510 and 1515, besides several other valuable but less important offices and honors, he But give me the morning blue." obtained the bishoprics of Tournay, and Lincoln, "Morning blue" is pleasant, its air is invigora- the archbishopric of York, the chancellorship, the ting and sweet, but to the laborer (of which it fallslegantine authority, and the dignity of cardinal. to my lot to be one,) the thought of the day's toil, He lived in princely state; and his train consisted must of necessity occupy the mind and leave but of eight hundred persons, of whom many were little time for those happy meditations to which a knights and gentlemen. Charles V. and Francis I. calm, moonlight evening is so admirably adapted. were suitors for his influence with his master, and After the business of the day is over, with all care bought it by pensions and professions of respect. and anxiety banished from the mind, how doubly His great ambition was, to fill the papal chair, but sweet is it to contemplate past happy events, in this he was disappointed. At length his capricious sovereign became his enemy. The conduct of Wolsey relative to the divorce from Catherine of Arragon was the first cause of offence. In 1529 he was deprived of the seals, a part of his property was scized, and he was impeached. A full pardon, however, was granted to him, and in 1530 he retired to Cawood Castle. There, in the autumn of that year he was again arrested, on a charge of high treason, and he died at Leicester, on his way to London, on the 28th of November. With all his faults, Wolsey was a munificent patron of He founded a collegiate school at learning.

"As fond recollection presents them to view."

Have we an absent friend? is it not at this time that our mind loves to dwell on the hours that we have spent so agreeably with him? Are we among strangers, is it not at evening that we look back and again enjoy for a moment," Homes, friends, pleasures so sweet!"

To the admirer of nature,

"Surely this is the season of others the best."
How gladly does he avail himself of this oppor-
tunity to survey the beauties of nature as they are
presented to his view in the numerous stars, that
glitter and sparkle like so many diamonds, set in
the broad expanse of the unbounded universe.

Of all the vices the generality of men are addicted to, slander is the most detrimental to society, whether it be considered in its extent or its tendency. How many are there who for the mere To the lover of nature such scenes of beauty and vanity of being thought men of discernment and penetration, will pronounce at first sight the dis-grandeur, form an essential part of enjoyment, position of a stranger, set bounds to his genius, without which he would be forced to content himlimit his understanding, and analyze his heart with self with the prosy appearance of the sun's ceaseless an air of positiveness and gravity which wins the round. The two seasons, night and day, may be properly termed the poetry and prose of nature. belief of the ignorant and inconsiderate.

The best inlets into the souls of men are their

As the fanciful and heart thrilling imagery of poetry is more lively and enchanting than the plain sober narration of common events, so is eve

Ipswich, and the college of Christ Church, and

several lectureships, at Oxford.

MISCELLANI.

NOBLE REVENGE.

Two French noblemen, the Marquess de Va. the same masters, and reputed amongst all who laze, and the Count de Merci, were educated under knew them, to be patterns of friendship, honor, courage, and sensibility. Years succeeded years,

words and actions; to commend on other grounds is hazardous, to condemn is uncharitable; the former is folly, the latter is impiety. But of all ning more lovely and beautiful than the bright glare and no quarrel had ever disgraced their attach

slanderers these are the most harmless and deserve pity rather than remonstrance; their assertions are without proof, and their impositions forever lie at the mercy of common sense for detection.

A worse set of slanderers are those who are excited by envy; the greatest vigilance cannot evade, or the most unparallelled merits escape their insiduous attacks; like a degenerate swarm of bees which have no stings they fly about the gardens of

of a sunny day.

Maine Village, N. Y. 1847.

A LADY, playing on the piano-forte, upon being called upon for a dead march, asked Mr. H. a celebrated professor of music, what dead march she should play; to which he replied, "Any march that you may play will be a dead one, for you are sure to murder it."

ment; when, one unfortunate evening, the two friends having indulged freely in some fine Burgundy, repaired to a public coffee-house, and there engaged in a game of backgammon. Fortune declared herself in favor of the marquess and the count was in despair of success; in vain did he depend on the fickleness of the goddess, and that he should win her over to his side; for once she was constant. The Marquess laughed with exul

tation at his unusual good-luck. The count lost

The whole company in the room were in amazement, and every gentlemen present waited with impatience for the moment in which the marquess would sheath his sword in the bosom of the now repentant count.

Mr. W. said nothing, but put the letter in his his temper, and once or twice upbraided the mar-pocket, and waited till his turn for guessing came quess for enjoying the pain which he saw excited round. Mr. L. the honest proposer of the wager, in the bosom of his friend. At last, upon a fortu. apprehensive that if he fixed upon the exact numnate throw of the marquess, which gammoned his ber, it might lead to suspicion, thought it would antagonist, the infuriated count threw the box and look better, and be quite as secure, too choose that dice in the face of his brother soldier. next to it; he accordingly called out three hundred and seventy-eight. Mr. W. who followed, relying on the secret, pronounced the actual number, three hundred and seventy-nine. The astonishment and chagrin of Mr. L. may easily be conceived; it was not without some difficulty he managed to conceal it from the observation of the company. A messenger was dispatched to Rigby Hall, which was at no great distance, to ascertain how the fact stood; and on his return three hundred and seventy nine was declared to be the winning number. Mr. W. of course pocketed the handful of guineas. Next morning, however, he sent to each gentleman of the party his ten guineas, enclosed in a note, explaining the whole matter, and to Mr. L. an intimation in these terms:

"Gentlemen," cried the marquess, "I am a Frenchman, a soldier, and a friend. I have received a blow from a Frenchman, a soldier, and a friend. I know and I acknowledge the laws of honor, and will obey them. Every man who sees me, wonders why I am tardy in putting to death the author of my disgrace. But, gentlemen, the heart of that man is entwined with my own. Our days, our education, our temperaments, and our friendships, are coeval. But Frenchmen, I will obey the laws of honor and of France; I will stab him to the heart." So saying he threw his arms around his unhappy friend, and said, “ My dear De Merci, I forgive you, if you will deign to forgive me for the irritations I have given to a sensible mind, by the levity of my own. And, now gentlemen," added the marquess, “though I have inferpreted the laws of honor my own way, if there remains one Frenchmen in this room, who dares to doubt my resolution to resent even an improper smile at me, let him accompany me; my sword is by my side, to resent an affront, but not to murder a friend for whom I would die, and who sits there a monument of contrition and bravery, ready with me to challenge the rest of the room to deadly combat, if any man dare to think amiss even of

this transaction."

The noble conduct of these true friends was

applauded by the company present who felt that "to err, was human; to forgive, divine." The pardon of the count was scaled by the embraces of the marquess; and the king so far applauded both the disputants, that he gave them the cordon bleu,

DUPLICITY PUNISHED.

A PARTY of gentlemen had assembled at a country mansion, to pass the evening at cards; but the

A WORD TO BOYS.
TRUTH is one of the rarest of gems. Many a
youth has been lost to society, by suffering it to
tarnish, and foolishly throwing it away. If this
gem still shines in your bosom, suffer nothing to
displace it or dim its lustre.

Profanity is a mark of low breeding. Show us
the man who commands the greatest respect. An

oath never trembles on his tongue. Read the cat-
alogues of crime. Inquire the character of those
who depart from virtue. Without a single excep-
tion, you will find them to be profanc. Think of
this, and let not a vile word disgrace you.

friends, by shooting your wit at them, but if your merry bantering degenerates into coarse and offensive personality, nobody will pity you, should you chance to be knocked down by the recoil of your own weapon. He who gives pain, however little, must not complain should it be retorted with a dis. proportionate severity; for retaliation always adds interest in paying off old scores, and sometimes a very usurious one. Wags should recollect, that the amusement of fencing with one's friends is very different from the anatomical process of cutting them up.

A coxcomb not very remarkable for the acuteness of his feelings or his wit, wishing to banter a testy old gentleman, who had lately garnished his mouth with a complete set of false teeth, flippantly inquired," Well, my good Sir! I have often heared you complain of your masticators-pray, when do you expect to be again troubled with the tooth-ache ?" "When you have an affection of the heart, or a brain fever," was the reply. Not less ready and biting was the retort of the longeared Irishman, who, being banteringly asked,Paddy, my jewel! why don't you get your cars cropped? They are too large for a man!” replied -"And yours are are too small for an ass."

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A well-known scapegrace, wishing to rally a friend who had a morbid horror of death, asked him, as they were passing a country church during the performance of a funeral, whether the tolling bell did not put him in mind of his latter end.— "No; but the rope docs of your's," was the caustic reply.

AGAINST ENVY.

We may cure envy in ourselves, either by considering how useless or how ill these things were, for which we envy our neighbors; or else how we possess as much or as good things. If I envy his greatness, I consider that he wants my quiet: as also I consider that he possibly envies me as much as I do him; and that when I begun to examine exactly his perfections, and to balance them with my own, I found myself as happy as he was. And though many envy others, yet very few would change their condition even with those whom they envy, all being considered. And I have oft ad. mired why we have suffered ourselves to be so cheated, by contradictory vices, as to contemn this

In our opinion the theatre is no place for the young. The effect of the stage is demoralizing. stakes, according to the custom of the host being What virtuous parent does not tremble, when he day him who we envied the last; or why we envy

fear.

hears that his son steals away from the family cir
cle to enter the theatre? He fears the result.
Honesty, frankness, generosity, virtue-blessed
traits! Be these yours, my boys, and we shall not
You will claim the respect and the love of
You are watched by your elders. Men who
are looking for clerks or apprentices, have their
If you are profane, vulgar, theatre-
eyes on you.
going, they will not choose you. If you are up-
right, steady and industrious, before long you will

all.

so many, since there are so few whom we think to deserve as much as we do. Another great help against envy is, that we ought to consider how much the thing envied costs him whom we envy, and if we would take it at the price. Thus, when I envy a man for being learned, I consider how much of his health and time that learning consumes: if for being great, how he must flatter and serve for it; and if I would not pay his price, no reason I ought to have what he has got. Sometimes, also,

limited, the game became rather flat, when one of the company, a Mr. L. said laughingly," Come gentlemen this is confoundedly dull work. Suppose we set our wits to contrive something livelier?" The proposition met with general assent, and various novel subjects for wagering were suggested. The original proposer at last exclaimed, "GentleI have hit it; you all know the chequered floor of Squire Rigby's Great hall; let each throw ten guineas into a hat, and he who guesses nearest the exact number of pieces in the floor, shall take all." The idea pleased, and the stakes were im. find good places, kind masters, and have the pros-he whom I envy deserves more than he has, and I

men,

mediately deposited. While the company were proceeding with their guessing, a valet, who had overheard the wager, entered, and presented his master, Mr. W. with a letter, which he said had just been left for him. The letter contained these

few words:

"Master-I saw Mr. L. counting the chequers at Squire Rigby's. The exact number is three hundred and seventy-nine.

pect of a useful life before you.--Portland Tribune.,

RAILLERY.

RAILLERY has been compared to a light which dazzles, but does not burn: this, however, depends on the skill with which it is managed; for many a man, without extracting its brilliance, may burn his fingers in playing with this dangerous pyrotechnic. Pleasant enough to make game of your

I consider that there is no reason for my envy :

less than I possess. And by thinking much of these, I repress their envy, which grows still from the contempt of our neighbor and the overrating ourselves. As also I consider that the perfections envied by me may be advantageous to me; and thus I check myself for envying a great pleader, but am rather glad that there is such a man, who may defend my innocence: or to envy a great soldier, because his valor may defend my estate or

GOOD EXAMPLE.-Parents must give good example and reverent deportment in the face of their children. And all those instances of charity which usually endear each other-sweetness of conversation, affability, frequent admonition-all significa. tions of love and tenderness, care and watchfulness, must be expressed towards children; that they may look upon their parents as their friends and patrons, their defence and sanctuary, their treasure and their guide. Bishop Taylor, Holy Living.

country. And when any of my countrymen begin
to raise envy in me, I alter the scene, and begin to
be glad that Scotland can boast of so fine a man;
and I remember, that though now I am angry at
him when I compare him with myself, yet if I were
discoursing of my nation abroad, I would be glad
of that merit in him which now displeases me.
Nothing is envied but what appears beautiful and
charming; and it is strange that I should be
troubled at the sight of what is pleasant. I en-
deavor also to make such my friends as deserve my
envy; and no man is so base as to envy his friend. AN officer on the eve of battle, seeing one of his
Thus, whilst others look on the angry side of merit, soldiers on his knees praying, asked him if he was
and thereby trouble themselves, I am pleased in afraid. "Oh! no," answered the soldier.
admiring the beauties and charms which burn them only praying that the enemy's shot might be dis-
as a fire, whilst they warm me as the sun.-Mac-tributed like prize money-chiefly among the offi-

kenzie.

"RICH SPENCER.”

AMONG the citizens of Loudon, it has not perhaps in any period of its history produced one who possessed more public spirit, .wealth, and patriotism, than Sir John Spencer, who was lord mayor in 1594. This princely citizen, who resided in Crosby Square, Bishopsgate, in a house which had formerly been the residence of Richard the Third, when Duke of Gloucester, is said to have died possessed of £800,000, acquired in the pursuits of commerce.

In a curious pamphlet printed in 1651, and entitled "The Vanity of the lives and Passions of Men," there is the following singular anecdote respecting "Rich Spencer," for so Sir John was usually called. "In Queen Elizabeth's days, a private of Dunkirk laid a plot with twelve of his mates, to carry away Sir John Spencer; which if he had done, fifty thousand pounds had not redeemed him. He came over the seas in a shallop, with twelve musketeers, and in the night came into Barking Creek, and left the shallop in the custody of six of his men, and with the other six came as far as Islington, and there hid themselves in nitches, near the path in which Sir John came to his house, (Canonbury House ;) but by the providence of God, Sir John, upon some extraordinary occasion, was forced to stay in London that night, otherwise they had taken him away; and they, fearing they should be discovered, in the night time came to their shallop, and so came safe to Dunkirk again."

Sir John Spencer left an only daughter, who was carried off from Canonbury House in a ba. ker's basket, by William Lord Compton, who married her. From this union, the, Earls of Northampton are lineally descended.

AN OLD FOX.

A PERSON who had for many years owned a fox, set much value upon him on account of his docility. One day he made his escape, and his owner pursued him, but could not get sight of him. At length he met a stammering fellow, and accosted him with much haste and earnestness:

"Have you seen my fox ?"

"Did, he h-ha-have a 1-1-long b-b-bushy tail?" "Yes; which way did he go, tell me? "We-we well; d-d-did he have a great 1-1-long p-p-pe-peked nose ?"

cers !"

"I was

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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1847.

TO OUR READERS.

WITH this number, we commence the 24th Volume of the Repository; and, while thankful to our subscribers for their past favors, we solicit a continuation of their patronage. It is true, that at present there are many candidates for the support and patronage of the reading public, but we are ashas stood the "brunt of the battle" for twenty-three years, sured they will make a distinction between our paper, which being the Oldest Literary Periodical in the United States, and those ephemeral publications which flash on their vision and as quick disappear.

In the present volume we commence one of those thrilling
tales of real life, which enforce on the mind of the readers
the conclusion that "Truth is stranger than Fiction." It is

from the works of a talented authoress, who has gained her
high reputation from the truthfulness and skill with which
she delineates the domestic scenes and events of every day life,

We intend to present our readers with the choicest speci-
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OUR PREMIUMS.

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MARRIAGES.

In this city, on the 8th inst. by the Rev. H. Darling, Mr.
Charles E. Butler, to Miss Harriet Bessac, all of this city.
With the above marriage we received-what dear reader-
So frail, it seemed some fairy hand
Oi gossamer had wrought it:

Its lid was down-'twas filled with-but we forbear, and
as the Governors say return our thanks for its contents.
On the 8th inst. by the Rev. H. Darling, Mr. John Eastman,
to Miss Margaret Lamot, all of this city.

On the 14th inst, by the Rev. Mr. Himrod, Mr. George Jecobie, to Miss Mary Miller, both of Claverack, N. Y.

By the Rev. Dr. Gosman, Mr. James E. Mallery, to Miss Catharine K. Hitchcock, both of this city.

On the 9th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Bainbridge, Mr. Chauncey Stow, of Stottsville, Columbia Co. to Miss Catharine M. White of the same place.

On the 16th ult. by the Rev. John Campbell, Mr. Benjanmin Ganson, to Miss Cornelia Garner, all of Stockport.

At Greenport, on the 9th inst. by John T. Hogeboom, County Judge, Mr. Walter F. Collins, of the town of Ghent, to Miss Candice Krum, of the former place.

In Taghkanic, on the 28th ult. by the Rev. Mr. Himrod, of Mellenville, Mr. Norman Bain, to Miss Mary Ann Prosews, both of the former place.

In Mellenville, on the 2d inst. by the Rev Mr. Himrod, Jeremiah Bortle, Jr. to Miss Sarah Stufflebeen, all of the above place.

On the 28th ult. by Wm. H. Hauver, Esq. Mr. James Coon, to Miss Eliza Hoffman, both of Taghkanic.

In Gallatin, by the Rev. Wm N. Sayre, Mr. C. H. Hoysradt, of Pine Plains, to Miss Catharine Lasher of the former place. At Windsor, Ct. by the Rev. Mr. Leet, John N. Power, to Miss Sarah N. Hayden.

In Germantown, on the 15th inst. by the Rev. J. Boyd, Mr. Josiah Kniskeren, to Miss Mary Rockefeller, both of Germantown.

DEATHS.

In this city, on Saturday, the 4th inst. Jane Elizabeth, daughter of Alexander C. and Cornelia H. Mitchell, in the 15th year of her age.

On the 7th inst. James, son of John Boyd, aged 1 year and 6 months.

On the 11th inst. Charles Williams, son of Thomas and
Angeline W. Newman, aged 8 mos. and 4 days.

On the 13th inst. Celia Fetherton, in ber 17th year.
On the 13th inst. Henry Seely, in his 44th year.

On the 13th inst. Jason, son of Wm. E. and Eliza Rogers, aged 1 year 8 months, and 4 days.

On the 16th inst. Henry L. son of Casper Winton, aged 1 year, 3 months and 17 days.

On the 17th inst. William R. son of William R. and Chloe
L. Steel, aged 1 year, 10 months and 24 days.

On the 19th inst. Margaret Welch, in her 40th year.
On the 19th inst. William Files, in his 29th year.
On the 4th inst. Lydia, Daughter of William Carpenter,
aged 5 weeks.

On the 5th inst. William H. son of William H. and Christina Maize, aged 1 year and 2 months.

On the 7th inst. Henry P. son of Frederic A. and Mary A. Peabody, aged 1 year and 2 months.

In Claverack, on the 7th inst. Henry Waldon, son of Nancy Tobias, nged 15 years and 6 months.

In New Orleans, on the 25th ult. Henry Hubby, formerly of this County.

In Bloomingtown, Iowa, on the 27th ult. George W. Fitch, M. D. a native of this city, aged 49 years.

At Geneva, Illinois, on the 15th ult. Amelia B. daughter of Edwin and Cynthia Clark, aged 1 year and 15 days.

Still, and honored be thee for it, sacred is thy burial ground, New Volume, September, 1847.

Loved these scenes, yet they must vanish, soon life's bark will the volume, making in the whole 208 pages. It will also be
spread each sail,

And again on fate's wide ocean, brave each wild tempestuous in the country.
gale;

Fare-thee-well perchance forever, yet the wanderers blessings
dwell

On the loved and natal city, murmured in his sad farewell.-
Hudson, 1847.
W. H. B.

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