"Awake not Greece, she is awake: The Words by J. J. Adams-Music by the Author of 'Miriam Coffin.' Inscribed to Mrs. Oliver Hull, of New York. Written and Composed for the New York "Ladies Companion.” 'Tis dying! life is yielding place A thoughtful beauty res's the while But those pale lips could never smile And sure some heavenly dreams begin ()! that those mildly conscious lips To tell how death's severe eclipse Is passing from thine eye; For living eye can never see The change that death has wrought in thee. Perhaps thy sight is wandering far 3 Not where "Bozzaris cheered his band," That noble spirit fled Nor in the field with "blood-stained brand," He mingled with the dead: But where he yielded up his breath, In tracing every infant star Amid the flames on high ;Souls of the just, whose path is bent Around the glorious firmament. Perhaps thine eye is gazing down To dwell beneath the throne of Him, Thy life! how cold it might have been, If days had grown to years! How dark, how deeply stain'd with sin, With weariness and tears! How happy thus to sink to rest, So early number'd with the blest: 'Tis well, then, that the smile should lie Upon thy marble cheek : It tells to our inquiring eye What words could never speak A revelation sweetly given Of all that man can learn of heaven.-ANONYMOUS. FROM THE NATIONAL ATLAS. and enjoy that wealth. There is observable by the MR. ATKINSON, You will recollect our vener- stranger who visits this city, a neatness and becomable and respected friend, Judge-. When ing simplicity of dress in both sexes which appear here a few days since, he related to us among other anecdotes, one in relation to the Summary Administration of Justice, which occurred in the early history of New England. Anxious to get the Judge to correspond occasionally with some of our periodicals, for which his leisure in retirement affords him ample time, while his fine classic taste and belle-letter scholarship, render him eminently qualified to give interest to whatever subject he might select, I suggested his writing out the anecdote he had related, and forwarding it to me for publication, which he kindly consented to do, and herewith you will receive it. I only hope it may be followed by others. I know the Judge is in the habit of occasionally corresponding with Silliman's Journal, and some others, in connection with matters of science, natural history, &c. and would he consent to furnish an occasional article for some of your interesting periodicals, embracing some of his reminiscences of olden time, and he might go as far back as the period of the revolution, in which he bore himself a conspicuous part, I am certain the readers of the Post, Casket, &c. would be much pleased, and warmly welcome the Correspondent "Seventy-Six," as a most able contributor. My honored friend furnishes the best example in his mode of life I have ever known, of what the Romans used to call otium cum dignitate, and good habits, and a regular and active life still enable him at the age of near four score years, to enjoy the goods of life, the comforts and elegancies with which he is surrounded; his mind at the same time, is still active in ranging over the whole field of science, and the arts, and even up to this time, often engaged in making acquisitions that are usually confined to the period of youth. After saying this much for my Correspondent, I cannot forego the pleasure of permitting you to extract a paragraph from his letter, in which he compliments nts in such handsome terms our fair eity, awarding to it in some particulars the palm over our neighbour and great rival, New York. While in other respects, the latter is admitted in tarn to have the advantage. Yours, &c. H. MY DEAR YOUNG FRIEND, For your very kind and unmerited favors and attentions bestowed on me in my late visit to Philadelphia I hasten to tender you my cordial thanks. Without your assistance, or that of some other like friend, my visit to that charming city, must have been much less interesting to me. Respecting the aqueduct, the Penitentiary, the Exchange, the Hospital, and though last not least, those enchanting Parks, which your citizens call public squares, I shall attempt no description, because I am sensible of my total inability to do justice to either of them. I will only observe, that if it may be said of New York, that it is the best place in the world to acquire wealth, it may with equal truth be said that Philadelphia is the best to live in to great advantage when compared with the taudry costume which he sees in New York. A marked distinction is also noticaeble in the manners of the inhabitants of the two cities. The kind and fr endly spirit of William Penn, seems yet to rest upon the dwellers in this city of "Brotherly love;" instead of that restless eagerness in pursuit of money which is evinced in the hurry, bustle, and, to coin a new phrase, rattle-te-bang, with which the traveller is annoyed in passing through most of the streets in New York. As to public charity, and charitable institutions, it is no disparagement to any city in the United States to say, Philadelphia stands at the head of them all. You will receive on the other leaf the anecdote of Gov. Hopkin's administration of Summary Justice, which you will please show to our common friend Mr. Atkinson; and if he and you think it deserving of publicity, he will be at liberty to give it some humble place (if such an one there be) in his Casket," or where else he may please. Summary Justice of the Olden Time. In the early settlement of the Colony of Connecticut, about the year 1642, under the administration of Edward Hopkins, who for several years was Governor of the Colony, a law was passed by the General Court, as it was then called, prohibiting the killing of deer during those months in the year in which they were poor and of little or no value: and subjecting the offender to the penalty of a fine of forty shillings, "one moiety whereof to be paid to the treasurer of the town wherein the offence shall be committed, and the other moiety to him who shall sue for and prosecute the same to effect. And in case the delinquent shall neglect or refuse to pay such fine, he shall be publicly whipped on the naked body not exceeding twenty stripes." Sometime in the month of April, a month in which the law forbade the killing of deer, one of the Governor's neighbors called on him and stated that a buck, for a length of time had been in the habit of feeding on a field of wheat near his house, belonging to him, and had become fat-praying his Excellency, under the circumstances to give him permission to kill the deer. The Governor replied. "I possess no authority by which I can dispense with the law-it would be of evil tendency and by no means admissible." The applicant urged his suit by informing the Gov. that he was poor, had a family of small children-that although it was out of the season for killing deer, yet the buck had fattened upon his property, and it would be a great favor to have permission to kill it. "I cannot," replied the Governer, firmly, "permit any one, under any circumstances whatever to violate the lawif you should proceed to kill the deer, have you any reason to suppose any one would feel disposed to prosecute?" "I have one neighbor," replied the applicant, naming him, "who like myself is poor, and who frequently kills deer himself contrary to the Gov. " in case you should kill the deer,-though remember, I give you no permission to do it; would it not be adviseable for you to make a present to that neighbor of a quarter of the venison to secure his friendship and silence? Upon this the applicant without pressing his Excellency farther, made his bow and retired. the law, though nobody complains of him-this | of indignation among the neighbors against the neighbor, I have reason to fear, would prosecute prosecutor, and had brought them together to atfor the benefit of that part of the penalty to which tend and hear the trial. The delinquent presented he would be entitled by the statute." "But," said his naked back to the officer, observing to him that About three weeks after this, the neighbor who had been named, called upon the Governor, made complaint, and demanded a warrant against one of his neighbors for killing a deer contrary to the law. "What evidence," asked the Gov. "have you in support of your complaint?" "Why," replied the complainant, "he told me himself he killed the deer, and more than that, he gave me a quarter of the venison." "Indeed!" said the Gov. "and how did you find it? was it eatable at this time of the year?-" O yes, Sir," replied the complainant, "it was really fat we have had an open winter, you know Sir, and the deer has fed on a field of wheat belonging to the man that killed it, and was as fat as deer usually are in the fall of the year." Upon this disclosure of facts the Gov. suggested to the complainant whether it would not be better to let the thing pass off without any prosecution. "You ought to consider," said he, we are here in a new country-provisions are scarce-many of us experience great difficulties in sustaining our families -you are not insensible that the reason and object of the law were to prevent the destruction of the deer during the season in which they are poor, and not fit to be eaten-you say this venison was fat, and had become so by feeding on the wheat of the neighbor who killed it. In addition to this, you acknowledge he gave you a quarter of the venison. Now under all these circumstances, would it not be considered unreasonable, and even ungrateful to insist on prosecuting this neighbor, who, by your own account, has been so kind to you ? But notwithstanding these suggestions, this second Shylock continued to press his suit, observing to the Gov. "I know my rights, Sir, I know I am entitled to one half of the legal penalty-I also know, Sir, you are sworn to maintain and execute the law-you cannot, you dare not disallow my complaint and deny me the benifit of the law!"The complaint was filed, a warrant issued upon it, and the delinquent was arrested and brought before the court-and upon being put to plead to the matters charged in the complaint, pleaded "Guilty." it would be unnecessary to tie his hands, as he should neither make resistance nor attempt to escape. The constable tied a light tow string to the end of a short stick and began to perform his duty, by strokes more suitable to brush away flies than to inflict pain upon the back of a criminal. The Gov. who stood by with his law-book under his arm, counted for the constable; and as soon as ten were numbered cried out, "stop, Sir, let us see how the law reads!" Then opening the book, read "the other moiety to him who shall sue for and prosecute the same to effect." "This prosecutor is entitled to one half of the penalty--take him and bestow upon him the remaining ten stripes." "O, but stop a little," said he, starting back, "touch me if you dare! Why, I have not been tried--you can't whip me," and made some attempt to escape. But the bystanders, regarding the command of the Gov. more than the remonstrances of the complainant, instantly laid hands upon him, not in the most tender and delicate manner, and having bared his back, and by the assistance of cords placed him in a posture of hugging a tree, made room for the approach of the officer. The tow string was now exchanged for a good and efficient horsewhip--" Mr. Constab Constable,,' said the Governor, "you are acquainted with the circumstances attending this case--I hope you will perform your duty faithfully." "Yes, please your Excellency," replied the constable, "I think I knew my duty, and I guess I shall discharge it to the satisfaction of all present, with the exception of one only. I have already executed one sentence according to luro-this I intend to execute according to law and equity both." By the time the ten stripes were all told, the sufferer's back exhibited ample testimony of the indignant feelings of the spectator, and presented a durable sarcographic record of the prompt administration of Summary Justice. SEVENTY-SIX. TALKING BACKWARDS. a Uncle Jo's ideas flow much faster than he can find words to express them, which oftentimes occasion a most ambiguous style of expression in his manner of relating a story. Going one day into his field, he found his neighbour's pigs enjoying fine revel among the pumpkins-a part of a Yankee's property which he will by no means permit to be wasted. I Driving them from the field, ld, each of them bolted through the fence with a share of plunder from the pumpkin bed. After effecting an ejectment of the trespassers from his premises, he hastened to the house to himselfie tell his helpmate of the disaster, and expressed the manner and form following: As soon as the Gov. had pronounced the sentence of the law upon him, the delinquent in a mild but firm tone of voice replied, "situated as I am, I cannot undertake to pay the fine of forty shillings-I feel unw lling to starve my wife and children by shunning my back from the lash of the whip-I shall offer it as a satisfaction in lieu of the fine." The Gov. accordingly made out and delivered to the constable the warrant of executiona knowledge 50* of the proceedings had roused a spirit dead!" -Lowell Weekly Compend. "Wife, wife," said he. "John Downs' field got into my pigs, and when I drove them, the pumpkins went through the devil with a pig in their mouths, as though the fence was after them, and a post tumbled over me and I'm e'en just PETER BRUSH. THE GREAT USED-UP. Peter Brush is a man of this susceptible class. His nervous system is of the most delicate organi zation, and responds to the changes of the weather. as an Eolian harp sings to the fitful swellings of the breeze. Peter was abroad on the night of which we speak; either because, unlike the younger Brutus, he had no Portia near to tell him that such exposure was "not physical," and that it was the part of prudence to go to bed, or that, although aware of the dangers of miasma to a man of his constitution, he did not happen at that precise moment to have access to either house or bed; in his opinion, two essential prerequisites to couching himself, as he regarded taking it al fresco, on a cellar door, not likely to answer any sanitary purpose. We incline ourselves to the opinion that he was in the dilemma last mentioned, as it had previously been the fate of other great men. Eut, be that as it may, Mr. Peter Brush was in the street, as melancholy as an unbraced drum, "a gibbed cat, or a lugged bear." It was November; soon after election time, when a considerable portion of the political world are apt to be despondent, and external things appear to do their utmost to keep them so. November, the season of dejection, when pride itself loses its imperious port; when ambition gives place to melancholy; when beauty hardly takes the trouble to look in the glass; and when existence doft's its rainbow hues, and wears an aspect of such dull, common-place reality, that hope leaves the world for a temporary excursion, and those who cannot do without her inspiring presence, borrow the aid of pistols, cords, and chemicals, and send themselves on a longer journey, expecting to find her by the way:-a season, when the hair will not stay in curl; when the walls weep dewy drops, to the great detriment of paper-hangings, and of every species of colouring with which they are adorned; when the bannisters distil liquids, any thing but beneficial to white gloves; when nature fills the ponds, and when | like Juliet on the balcony, leaned his head upon his window-washing is the only species of amusement at all popular among housekeepers. seasons. It was on the worst of nights in that worst of The atmosphere was in a condition of which it is difficult to speak with respect, much as we may be disposed to applaud the doings of nature. It was danıp, foggy, and drizzling; to sum up its imperfections in a sonorous and descriptive epithet, it was "orrid muggy weather." The air hung about the way-farer in warm, unhealthy folds, and extracted the starch from his shirt collar and from the bosom of his dicky, with as much rapidity as it robbed his spirits of their elasticity, and melted the sugar of self-complacency from his mind. The street lamps emitted a ghastly white glare, and were so hemmed in with vapory wreaths, that their best efforts could not project a ray of light three feet from the burner. Gloom was universal, and any change, even to the heat of Africa, or to the frosts of the Arctic Circle, would, in comparison, have been delightful. The pigs' tails no longer waved in graceful sinuosities; while the tail of each night-roving, hectoring bull-dog, ceased flaunting to warp the clouds, a banner of wrath and defiance to punier creatures, and hung down drooping and dejected, an emblem of a heart little disposed to quarrel and offence. The ornaments of the brute creation being thus below par, it was not surprising that men, with cares on their shoulders, and raggedness in their trowsers, should likewise be more melancholy than en occasions of a brighter character. Every one at all subject to the "skiey influences," who has had trouble enough to tear his clothes, and to teach him that the staple of this mundane existence is not exclusively made up of fun, has felt that philosophy is but a barometrical affair, and that he who is proof against sorrow when the air is clear and bracing, may be a very miserable wretch, with no greater cause, when the wind sits in an other quarter. Seated upon the curb, with his feet across the gutter, he placed his elbow on a stepping-stone, and, hand-a hand that would perhaps have been the better of a covering, though none would have been rash enough to volunteer to be a glove upon it. He was in a dilapidated condition-out at elbows, out at knees, out of pocket, out of office, out of spirits, and out in the street-an "out and outer" in every respect, and as outre a mortal as ever the eye of man did rest upon. For some time, Mr. Brush's reflections had been silent. Following Hamlet's advice, he "gave them an understanding, but no tongue;" and he relieved himself at intervals, by spitting forlornly into the kennel. At length, suffering his locked hands to fall between his knees, and heaving a deep sigh, he spoke : "A long time ago my ma used to put on her specs and say, Peter, my son, put not your trust in princes,' and from that day to this I haven't done any thing of the kind; because none on 'em ever wanted to borry nothing of me, and I never see a prince or a king, but one or two, and they had been rotated out of office, -to borry nothing of them. Princes! pooh!-Put not your trust in politicianers-them's my sentiments. You raight jist as well try to hold an eel by the tail. I don't care which side they're on, for I've tried both, and I know. Put not your trust in politicianers, or you'll get a hyst." "Ten years ago it came into my head that things weren't going on right; so I pretty nearly gave myself up tee-totally to the good of the republic, and left the shop to look out for itself. I was brim full of patriotism, and so uneasy in my mind for the salvation of freedom, I couldn't work. I tried to guess which side was going to win, and I stuck to it like wax;-sometimes I was a-one side, sometimes I was a-t'other, and sometimes I straddled till the election was over, and came up jist in time to jine the hurrah. It was good I was after, and what goed could I do, if I wasn't on the 'lected side? But. after all, it was never a bit of use. Whenever the |