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RECHABITE RECORDER.

Organ of the Independent Order of Rechabites, and devoted to the Cause of Temperance in general.

Published every Saturday Morning, at No 192 Fulton Street, New York. TERMS-Country Subscribers, One Dollar a year, in advance-City do., Three Cents a number.

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Maiden, with thine art so fine,
Seeming almost to combine
Magic in it as you weave-
Work the signet can so deceive!

With the art you can command,
Delicate and skilful hand,

With your nice and gentle care
Weave for me a flower as fair.
Artist, with thy colors wrought,
By the laws of nature tuaght,
And thine art, that soars as high'
As any other 'neath the sky-

Bring thy colors glowing bright,
Give them all your mental light-
With your pencil and your power,
Paint for me as sweet a flower.

Poet, with thy teeming mind,
Leaving duller things behind
In the race to follow fame,
And perpetuate a name-

When thy muse doth most inspire,
Strike thy well beloved lyre:
Let thy flowing numbers tell
Beauties in this flower that dwell.
Lo! the lovely flower expands,
Nature forms it with her hands,
Bids it blossom, bids it shine-
All its colors are divine-
Gives it certain shades and hues,

No. XXIII.

Blending sweetly, and imbues
Harmony throughout the whole,
To delight, amaze the soul.
Study likewise to impart,
But defy the reach of art.

THE SHIPWRECK

BY H. S. BOWERS.

"Will no one go for her? will no one go for my child?" shrieked the miser, wringing his hands, and running to and fro in the crowd. But all turned away. There was scarcely a soul present who had not suffered at the hands of the hard-hearted money lender.

"Oh! for the love of God-you who are fathers, think of me. My daughter will perishwill you not go for her, Townsend? I'll give you anything-anything in reason."

"Go off for her!" said the man, with a mocking laugh, shaking off the miser; "all your gold would not tempt me on that boiling sea. Besides, ain't I a father, too? and think you I'll sacrifice my life for another? No, no, old hulk, you must take your gold and carry it to some other market." "Oh! she will die-my child, for whom I have saved all. Peter Jones, will you go if I give you a thousand dollars?"

"No, not for ten thousand!" gruffly answered the person addressed; "a boat couldn't live in the breakers a minute."

"I will give ten thousand to any one," eagerly said the miser-" ten thousand dollars, I know you will go for ten thousand dollars, Simon," and he seized one of the spectators by the button of his shaggy jacket. "Oh! go, and the blessings of a broken-hearted father will go with you."

"I can't think of it, for I'd never return to enjoy your money. No, old man," he said, in a more feeling tone than the others had used, "your daughter must die."

Must die! Oh! no, she shan't die. Take all that I am worth, good sirs,' he said, lifting up his hands imploringly, but restore me my daughter, only-only I hope you'll spare us enough to live upon, if it's no more than a beggar enjoys.'

'It's no use, old man,' said the last speaker, 'the whole world would not tempt us out on a sea like this. It's a hard lot you've got to bear, and I pity your daughter, for she was a sweet angel. But the packet will go to pieces in half an hour, so you see there is no more hope.'

young man, could be persuaded to risk his life with the lover-set forth. The boat rose gallantly on the waves, shaking like a duck, shook the spray from her sides, and for a minute was seen momently cutting the outlines on the gloomy sky, as she attained the summit of a billow; then she gradually pressed into the darkness, and was seen no more.

For more than an hour the crowd remained on the beach, almost incredulous of the lover's suc cess, yet lingering in the faint hope that he might return with his precious freight. That he had the good wishes of all, was evident from the eager ness with which they strained their eyes into the gloom, to see if he was returning, and the audible prayers for his success which were breathed by more than one of the women. Apart from the general crowd, stood the fisherman, whom the miser had last appealed to, surrounded by a few kindred spirits, who were discussing with him the chances of the young man's return.

The father heard the speaker in stony silence. Then he turned and looked out to sea, where a few minutes before the outline of the stranded packet might be seen through the approaching twilight, almost buried in the whirling foam that howled over the bar on which she lay; but now darkness had shut her in from view, and the only knowledge which could be had of her position, was from the sound of her minute guns boomirg solemnly across the sea. The old man groaned, and sinking down upon a board, buried his hands, and rocked his body to and fro, occasionally pausing to listen to the guns, or gaze seaward, and then resuming his position, moaning continually.ever. Five minutes must have passed, when a young man burst through the crowd, and shaking the old man by the shoulder, said:

Mr. Stelling, they say your daughter is on board the packet-is it so?"

'Yes, good youth, and you have come to rescue her,' he exclaimed, starting up with eager joy; but when he recognized the speaker, he said, in a tone of bitter disappointment, It's Harry Martin. Oh! surely, young man, you have not come to triumph over my distress?'

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'God forbid,' was the fervant reply; 'I came to aid you, if, indeed, a mortal can in an extremity like this. Let bygones be bygones. Only answer me one question, for no time is to be lost-will you give me your daughter, if I succeed in rescuing her?'

There was a momentary pause, and the muscles of his face worked convulsively. All pressed forward to hear his answer, for the fury with which the old man had pursued his daughter's lover, and his declarations that he would sooner see her dead than married to the young man, were known to every listener.

At length he gasped

Yes, yes, but go at once. Only save her, and she shall be yours.'

The youth paused no longer, but dashed through the crowd. In a minute his boat was afloat, and, accompanied by one solitary individual-for but one fisherman, and he under great obligations to the

"It was madness to attempt it,' said the fisherman, but when I found he would go, I insisted that he should make his conditions with the o man before he ventured; for you see, if his daugh ter was once restored to the old usurer's arms, mighty little gratitude would he have for her preserver, and Harry would stand as bad a chance a

Between us, I think she thought as much of the young man as he did of her, and if her fa ther sent her away, as I more than suspect, to drive Martin from her thoughts, her present danger would seem something like the retribution of a higher power as a punishment for his conduct. But hark! was not that a hallo?'

Every eye was turned seaward in the direction that the fisherman had indicated that he heard the hail, but nothing could be seen except the whi breakers in the foreground, and the lowering cloud behind, forming a chaotic mass of darkness. was any sound, save that of the roaring of t tempest, borne to the ear.

'Hark!' at length said another one, is again.'

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Every one listened, and now a hallo was hear faintly through the gloon seaward. One of fishermen shouted, and a reply was distinct caught in the lull of the tempest. A few min of breathless suspense followed, during whi every eye was strained to its utmost. 'There it is,' at length cried one, seerising on yonder wave!'

'I see it,' shouted another.

'Here they come, huzza! huzza! a miracl miracle! ah, how gallantly she breasts the surge were the exclamations that burst from the cro

All rushed to the edge of the surf-now the is arose that the boat would swamp in the breaks and many a heart trembled as she rose and frightfully on the surge, showers of spray f

over her, and the water continually pouring into her sides. The crowd watched her struggles with silent awe.

A few moments more removed all doubt, and saw the hardy crew and their lovely freight safely landed on the beach. The miser had started from his seat at the first intimation of the approaching boat, and stood tremblingly gazing at her as she buffeted the waves; and no sooner did she touch the ground, than he rushed into the retiring surf, thand frantically clung around his daughter, till the fishermen were forced to carry them both to dry land. There they would have separated the two for a moment; but when they spoke to the old man they found him lifeless. The emotions of the last two hours had been too much for his enfeebled frame, and he died in the sudden revulsion from despair to joy.

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and a pair of children on your hands, it is provoking to see you lie still, or only move along to the tune of fifty cents a day, when you could earn four times that amount and make your family comfortable. No matter if you are in debt, and are called upon every day of the week for payment. So much the more reason have you to exert yourself and make the faculty you think you lack. Energy and determination will work wonders; in less than three months, it will raise you' from dust to glory, from earth to heaven. You can look every man in the face without a sigh or a blush, and more than all, feel a happiness within that is more valuable than a crown. Let us hear, then, no more about your lack of faculty; if we do, we shall at once set you down as a drone, and treat you as such till you are completely routed out.-Philadelphia Saturday Courier.

THE RUMSELLER'S JOLLIFICATION.-At the elec

tion in May last, the town of Gates, Monroe coun

One of the

The good folks of that good village can yet tell you how, after the accustomed period of mourning, the miser's daughter gave her hand to Harry -Martin, who received with her a fortune which ty, gave a small majority for license. even the most sanguine confessed to be beyond rum-selling tavern keepers was so ecstatically joytheir expectations. ous over the result, that he invited all his rumBut this was the least part of the treasure brought him by his wife, and in her loving fellow-citizens to meet the next day at his virtues he had ample recompense for the long for nothing, without paying a cent." The party, house, and have a drinking "free and easy," "all years of opposition on the part of her parent. after becoming "gloriously fuddled" on fire-water No Faculty. in the house, resolved to have a bon-fire out-doors. Accordingly, all the empty spirit casks and old cider barrels were piled in a heap, and with a due proportion of hay, wood and stubble, tar, pitch, and turpentine, were set on fire. The pile of com bustibles blazed high and furiously, and the shouts of the carousers were loud, boisterous and pleasing to the ears of fiends and demons and drunken men.

"I shall never be anything."

You know better. Are there more obstacles in your path than in the path of others? What hinders you from rising?

"I have not the faculty."

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AN EXTINGUISHER.

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Nonsense! Are you a natural fool? If so, you may as well hide your head from society, and Soon, a gentle breese arose; it swelled to a gust; spend your days in playing with straws and tin the ascending volume of flame began to lean toBut it is not so; you are a man-stout, the house swept a stream of fire. In one short wards the house, the wind increased, and full upon trumpets. strong, and healthy. You have the physical power to become what you please. Open your heart hour, the rumseller's house, and his three barns to the fires of energy; let the sparks of ambition and out-houses-his policy of insurance had explay around it, and you will not long remain sitting pired a few days before-were smouldering in on a rotten stump, surrounded by cob-webs and musquitoes. You have the same faculty as hun"If people were not hanged dreds of others, who rose from their degradation, for murder," said a young lady, some time ago, burst the bonds of ignorance and sloth, and be- we should not be safe in our beds." A member caine eminent in the world. The brightest ge- of the society of Friends, who happened to be niuses the world ever saw, would have died in a pauper's hovel and been buried at the expense of ishment, drew his chair up to the lady, and said, present, and heard this argument for capital punthe public, had they sank under their early dis- I want to ask thee a question or two. Dost thou couragements, and suffered their zeal to stagnate think a man ought to be hung before he has reand their powers of mind to lie dormant. Many pented: " "Oh no, certainly not. No one a gifted man has died in want and poverty, with- ought to be sent into eternity until he is prepared out blessing the world, because, forsooth, he was for the kingdom of heaven." "Good," said the discouraged, and thought he had no faculty to rise Friend; "but now I have another question to ask and overcome the difficulties in his path. Thou- thee. Dost thou think any man ought to be hung sands have thus ignobly perished. after he has repented, and is fitted for the kingdom And you have no faculty? Shame on you- of heaven?" We need not say the lady was stout and able-bodied as you are.

With a wife speechless.

From the Charter Oak. Summer Morning in the Country.

How brightly on the hill-side sleeps

The sunlight with its quickening rays→→
The verdant hills that crown the steeps
Grow greener in its shimmering blaze;
While all the air that round us floats

With subtle wing, breathes only life;
And, ringing with a thousand notes,
The woods with song are rife!
Why, this is Nature's holiday!

She puts her gayest mantle on-
And, sparkling o'er their pebbly way,
With gladder shout the brooklets run!
The birds and breezes seem to give
A sweeter cadence to their song-
A brighter life the insects live
That float in light along.

"The cattle on a thousand hills,"

The fleecy flocks that dot the vale,

All joy alike in life, that fills

The air, and breathes in every gale! And who, that has a heart and eye

To feel the bliss and drink it in,
But pants for scenes like these, to fly
The city's smoke and din-

A sweet companionship to hold
With Nature in her forest bowers,
And learn the gentle lessons told

By singing birds and opening flowers!
Nor do they err who love her lore-

Though books have power to stir my heart, Yet Nature's varied page can more Of rapturous joy impart!

No selfish joy-if duty calls,

Not sullenly I turn from theseThough dear the dash of waterfalls,

The wind's low voice among the trees,Birds, flowers and flocks-for God hath taught -Oh! keep, my heart, the lesson still!His soul alone with bliss is fraught,

Who heeds the FATHER'S will!

W. H. B.

A rumseller in Chicago calls himself A. N. Angel. It puzzles us to know what kind of " An Angel" a man possibly could be, that engages himself in dispensing death and ruin around him. Such a spirit as that must be a fallen Angel.

A young gentleman patriotically inclined, has attempted to write a poem on the California expedition. He got to the end of four lines and then stopped.

"Ye sons of Freedom who would shine

On history's brightest story,

Come join with us and take the line

That leads to Californy."

Mean Business.

"I'd rather black my visage o'er,

And put the gloss on boots and shoes,
Than stand within a liquor store,
And wash the glasses drunkards use."

Thus spoke Rev. John Pierpont, at a temper ance meeting, where, for a wonder, a rumseller heard him. The words rung in his ears. H dreamed of them in the night, and when he awoke he could think of nothing else. When he opened his store, and the thirsty loafers crowded around him, every time he rinsed the glasses he thought of the sentiment

"I'd rather black my vissage o'er." and he would say to himself, "It is a mean busi ness." At length a sturdy negro came in for his bitters; the rumseller swept his three cents inte the till, and as he rinsed his glass, he, as usual, repeated the stanza to himself, with this involuntary variation—

"And wash the glasses niggers use." This was too much for his nerves; he tore dow his sign, and pouring his liquor into the street abandoned the accursed traffic forever.

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A TOUCHING INCIDENT.-Our friend who kindy! addresses us in a long communication from Memphis, Tenn., will excuse our extracting the fol lowing beautiful incident for publication. A ful history of the rise and progress of that city, lately published in De Bow's Review, precludes the necessity of inserting the entire letter in our columns. "Before I conclude, let me relate a little incident which occurred here a few days since. The marshals have been for the last two months dealing destruction's devastating doom,' among the canise A little girl playing with two favorite dogs, left them for a few moments, and on her retur. saw the marshal approaching them, gun in hand. By commands and entreaties she succeeded in ge ting one of them beyond the reach of danger, (Eside of a gate,) but was too late to assist the other in effecting his retreat. The marshal had now ap proached within shooting distance, and took deadly aim at the dog. For one instant, the sweet! child hesitated, and the contending emotions of personal apprehensions and love for her playmate were legibly depicted on her beautiful face; it w but for one moment-the next and with a bourd she had reached her friend, and clasped him round the neck, forming a complete shield to him frot the messenger of death, and exclaiming all th time in the most thrilling accents of supplicatio but still with a look of a youthful Pocahonta 'He's not mad, Mr. Marshal-he's not mad.' T marshal brought his gun to the shoulder, came the 'bout face, and marched off, remarking t gentleman that he would not kill that dog for the mayors and aldermen in creation."-New leans Commercial Times.

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