dians to escort her to the British army. Where were his affection and his gallantry, that he did not go him self, or, at least, that he did not accompany his savage emissaries ? Sorely against the advice and remonstrances of her friends, she committed herself to these fiends; strange infatuation in her lover, to solicit such confidence: stranger presumption in her, to yield to his wishes; what treatment had she a right to expect from such guardians! The party set forward, and she on horseback: they had proceeded not more than a mile from Fort Edward, when they arrived at a spring and halted to drink. The impatient lover, had, in the mean time, despatched a second party of Indians on the same errand; they came, at the unfortunate moment, to the same spring, and a collision immediately ensued respecting the promised reward. [A barrel of rum.] Both parties were now attacked by the whites, and at the end of the conflict, the unhappy young woman was found tomahawked, scalped and (it is said) tied fast to a pine tree just by the spring. Tradition reports that the Indians divided the scalp, and that each party carried half of it to the agonized lover. This beautiful spring, which still flows limped and real from a bank near the road side, and this fatal tree, we saw. The tree, which is a large and ancient pine, "fit for the mast of some tall admiral," wounded in many places by the balls of the whites, fired at the Indians; they have been dug out as far as they could be reached, but others still remain in this ancient tree, which seems a striking emblem of wounded innocence, and the trunk twisted off at a considerable elevation by some violent wind, that has left only a few mutilated branches, is a happy, though painful memorial of the fate of Jenne M'Crea. Her name is inscribed on the tree, with the date 1777, and no traveller passes this spot without spending a plaintive moment in contemplating the untimely fate of youth and loveliness. RUSSIAN ORPHAN BOY. Mr. Dmiterfsay, the correspondent of the Bible Society in Wiadimer, and the director of the schools there, communicated to the committee the following anecdote : "A peasant boy came one day into the college and requested a Bible. On my asking him what that book contained, and what he intended to do with it, he replied, 'I have been informed of a great deal of what is written in it, and much about Christ.' But who is Christ? Our dear God, and I should be glad to become acquainted with him.' But where have you heard any thing about him? Many of the workmen in our manufactory go to the minister, and get a book from him, in which they afterwards read.' Can you read? Tolerably well. I work in the manufactory, and with my earnings support myself, my mother, sister and a little brother.' I then tried the boy by desiring him to read a few lines, and was surprised at the fluency with which he did it. Upon my asking him who taught him to read, he said, 'the workmen in the manufactory have given me a primer, and instructed me at times." Pleased with the wish expressed by the boy, I said to him, "There, take the holy book: I make you a present of it, read diligently in it, but always with prayer, and a heart turned toward the Lord.' He took the book containing the words of eternal life in his hands, fell upon his knees, full of gratitude, and hastily withdrew from the room with a countenance brightened with joy. He sat down upon the stairs, opened the book with a holy impatience, and read eagerly in it; then putting it in his pocket, departed rejoicing. Blessed be the Lord our God, who hath ordained praise to be given him, not only by the wise and learned, but also out of the mouths of babes and sucklings." POINT OF HONOUR. An anecdote has been related to me, of a character so extraordinary, that I think it ought to be recorded. It comes from a source entitled to perfect credit. During the revolutionary war, two British soldiers, of the army of Lord Cornwallis, went into a house and abused a young woman in a most cruel and shameful manner. Α third soldier, in going into the house, met them coming out and knew them. The girl acquitted him of all blame, but he was imprisoned because he refused to disclose the names of the offenders. Every art was tried, but in vain, and at length he was condemned by a court martial to die. When on the gallows, Lord Cornwallis, surprised at his pertinacity, rode near him "Campbell," said he, "what a fool are you to die thus. Disclose the names of the guilty men, and you shall be immediately released., otherwise you have not fifteen minutes to live." "You are in an enemy's country, my Lord," replied Campbell, "you can better spare one man than two." Firmly adhering to his purpose he died. Does history furnish a similar instance of such strange devotion for a mistaken point of honour. WAR HORSE. Vill. Rec. I do not recollect to have seen the fact stated, though it deserves to be remembered. General Washington had two favourite horses. A large elegant parade horse, of a chestnut colour, high spirited, and of a gallant carriage; this horse had belonged to the British army. His other was smaller, and his colour sorrel; this he used always to ride in time of action, so that whenever the general mounted him, the word ran through the ranks, "We have business on hand." At the battle of Germantown, general Wayne rode his gallant roan, and in charging the enemy his horse received a wound in his head and fell, as was supposed, dead. Two days after the roan returned to the American camp, not materially injured, and was again fit for service.-Ib. SYMPATHIES OF A CARD TABLE. -So, Miss Hectic died this morning of a consumption. She was no more than seventeen-a sweet girl! A me! is she dead? Poor thingWhat's trumps? The man is dead, my dear, whom we employed to clear the mouth of the well behind our house, and which he fell into. Is he? I thought he could not recover.-Play a spade, madam. There were upward of four thousand killed in the last engagement. How many childless parents are now in sorrow? Ah! how many, indeed!-The odd trick is ours. The captain is now reduced to such poverty, that I am told it would be charity to send a joint of meat to his family. That's hard. I have not a heart, indeed, sir. He fell on his head, and has been delirious ever since, and the physicians have no hopes that he will ever recover the use of his reason. Oh! I recollect: he rode against somebody.-Play a spade, if you please. The prospect to the poor, this winter, is dreadful indeed. There will be a powerful appeal to the feelings of the rich. Yes-one really gives so much in charity-I'll bet you a crown on the game. Pray, lady Dashall, have you heard of the dreadful accident which has happened to Mrs. Pryabout? What! her son drowned? O, yes- || Mind we are eight, partner. George, madam; George, I am sorry to say it, put an end to his life last Tuesday— You don't say so?—I had two honors in my own hand. Yes; and as misfortunes never come alone, his mother and sister are in a state of distraction— Dear me ! that's bad-Single, double, and the rub. THE TEA PLANT. A Philadelphia botanist, C. S. F. Rafinesque, in two ingenious letters to Dr. Mitchill, recommends introducing the tea plant from China into the United States, where, he is positive, it may be successfully cultivated. More than 12,000,000 of dollars are annually paid to the Chinese for the article of tea, which may be saved to our country by this project. He points out the manner in which the plant may be obtained, and recommends the formation of a society for its naturalization, as collective exertions have generally a better chance of success than individual zeal. 157 By pursuing the following course, the matter will be accomplished: Let the cows be kept under cover in a warm stable, well fed with the best hay and provender, and milked regularly morning and evening. Place the milk in pans, in as cold a place as may be found about the dairy house; the sooner it freezes the better. As soon as it is frozen thoroughly, take the cream from the top, the frost will force the cream to the surface; and churn it with no other warmth than the air of the kitchen, at the distance of eight or ten feet from the fireplace. It requires more time to fetch the butter; but when brought, it will be of the finest flavour and quality. EXTRAORDINARY PRODUCT. There has been raised and gathered this year from one acre of land on the well, at Newtown, Massachusetts, one farm of the Hon. Jonathan Hunnehundred and eleven bushels and a half of Indian corn. We believe this has never been equalled in Massachusetts, if in New-England. An account of the culture and quality of this maize, will, we learn, be communicated to the Agricultural Society for publication. ANECDOTE. It seems important to mention, that the tea plant of the Hyson species is said to be growing in considerable quantities, at a settlement of the Friends, on Blue River, Jackson county, Indiana. Some seeds were A grandee of Spain handing some found by one of the society, a few refreshments to a circle of ladies, obyears since, in a lot of tea purchased served one with a most brilliant ring, at Louisville; they were planted, and and was rude enough to say in her succeeded so well, that some of the fa- hearing, "I should prefer the ring to milies in the neighbourhood raise a the hand." "And I, (said the lady, sufficiency for their own consump-looking steadfastly at the glittering tion.-Lit. Cab. WINTER BUTTER. An idea prevails very extensively, that good butter cannot be made in the winter. This is a great mistake. When the process is well understood, as fine butter is made in the depths of winter, as at any season of the year. order suspended to the don's neck) should prefer the collar to the beast!" LITERARY. MR. M. NASH, preceptor of the Literary, Mathemanical, and Commercial School, at No. 331 Broadway, has commenced the publication of a new work, to be published annually, entitled "The Ladies' and Gentlemen's Diary, or United States, Almanac, containing, besides an enlarged Almanac, an interesting variety of matters relative to the Sciences and Arts, so as to have the effect of a Philosophical Magazine." The work is comprised in ninety-six duodecimo pages, each number, neatly printed, with a handsome small type, by J. Seymour. This work cannot fail to be highly interesting to the astronomer, mathematician, and philosopher, and will undoubtedly meet with the patronage of those who are capable of appreciating its merits. It is highly approved, and recommended by Robert Adrian, L. L. D. professor of mathematics and naturai philosophy, Columbia college; James Thompson, William Marrat, Edward C. Ward, teachers of mathematics and natural astronomy; R. Tagart, teacher of mathematics; and Wm. Forrest, teacher of mathematics, Manhattan School. MASONIC POSTSCRIPT. BENEVOLENT LODGE, No. 143. AT ST. JOHN'S HALL. New-York, Dec. 9, 5820. At a regular communication of this lodge, being the time of the annual election, the following brethren were elected to the offices annexed to their respective names, for the ensuing year: Alexander Frazer, worshipful master; James Hays, senior, and William M'Quin, junior wardens; Michael Murphey, secretary; Henry Marsh, treasurer; James Thorburn, senior, and Thomas Harrison, junior deacons; Frederick Wemill, and William Adams, masters of ceremonies; Alexander Cascaden, and David Russel, stewards; Samuel Clark, tyler; Frederick Wemill, Daniel West, Alexander Cascaden, James Hays, and Wm. M'Quin, standing committee. Voted-That the Secretary be instructed to hand a list of the newly Poor lonely red-breast, I thy grief can feel, For thine the self-same cause which first begau The misery that no balm can ever healWas dealt in masked friendship, by that reptile-MAN. R. S. H. FOR THE MASONIC REGISTER. HOPE. Oh hope! thou potent healing balm, Come dwell within my breast; Each gloomy doubt expel, or calm, And lull each fear to rest. Were wretched mortals ne'er to taste When cares perplexing throng my mind, In this my joyless, dark career, Then balmy hope be thou my guest, HENRIETTA. FOR THE MASONIC REGISTER. "Thy seat with the muses I see thou hast taken," Thus accosted my friend, "but if I'm not mistaken, Instead of mount Helicon's summit so fine A garret surrounded with cobwebs is thine. No Parnassian height, nor Pierian spring, Nor Arcadia for poets Columbia doth bring. The Elysian grottos so famous of old, Were to poets assigned as in fables we're told; But American bards other fates do attend, No patron to genius their cause to befriend; Unpitied, passed by, like a harp that's un On setting the types for the above the compositor was led into the following reflections: Since printers with poets unite, To disseminate light through the earth, Perhaps you may think I am right In giving my sentiments birth. The fair soil of freedom, to me Produces spontaneous flowers, And though poor, I exult when I see The blessings that liberty showers. You say that the rich and the great Our cause will no deign to befriend, The guardians of Fredonia's shore, TYPE. FOR THE MASONIC REGISTER. On witnessing preparations for rebuilding THE PARK THEATRE. Oh build ye no more-let those ruins rcmain, Memorials of hopes I have foster'd in vain! Elopes malice hath crush'd e'er their buds had unfurl'd To silence the doubtful, and startle the world. Let the bleak winds of winter at midnight carouse 'Round the shivering wrecks of that deso-late house; |