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wn = cme =| eee JPPoctical. From the Anti-Slavery Bugle. A POEM. Writlen for the Woman's Rights Convention. BY GEORGE W. PUTNAM. God made all equal; guilty man Hath placed his foot on woman's neck, And bade her tremble 'neath his ban, And follow at his beck. T'o-day, on European ground, She lives, companion of the beast, With hardened hands and brow sun-browned, First at Toil's never-ceasing round, And latest at the feast. Among the countless tribes that roam, In Christian temple--Arab tent-- In Russian hut or wigwam home, Her neck unto the yoke is bent. Man with his ruthless foot hath trod Careless upon the treasure given, Annulled the equal law of God, The good decree of Heayen. For this we summer here to-day, Among the scorner's taunts and mirth, The best of Freedom's bright array, The purest, warmest hearts of earth. Come ye to us with spotless hands, With thoughts of flame, with fearless tongues; Speak the stern words which truth demands Of Woman's rights and wrongs. Come from New England's rocky shore, Where the Pilgrim mothers stood ; Come from the settler's cabin door, Beneath the Western wood ; Come forth from out the rich man's mill, Where Want's poor daughters toil for bread, Where life hath lost its power to thrill The sickened heart and aching head, Where Avarice freely may despoil All that God's mercy designed to give, Where Woman liveth but to toil, And toileth but to live. Ye spirits of the wearied bands, Come from yon spectre dwellings forth, And point with pale and shadowy hands To the full graveyards of the North, Where lie the forms uncounted yet, Poor murdered victims of the loom; Whose sun in early morning set Between the factory and the tomb. Speak for our sisters sad, who now In city garrets, dark and dim, With tremb)ing hands and pallid brow, With weary heart and aching limb, Are toiling for their scanty bread, With horror's midnight hanging o'er them, Or hasting the dark path to tread Of guilt and shame before them. In pity let us seek each den Where sin its foulest work hath wrought, The sad and guilty Magdalen, Like Jesus Christ, forgetting not ; And pray the mercy of high Heayen On guilt before starvation driven / Hark! from the slave land cometh up The cry of sisters bruised and chained, Whose lips still drain the bitter cup Of wrongs tongue hath not named. God heal their wounds! let their poor hands Take hold on Mercy's garment hem ; Our souls are heavy with their bands-- O heart of hearts, remember them! Often to base Ambitions call, The arm of Power hath torn away Husbands and children, brothers--all That lighted up life's wintry day ; And battle-ground and foaming flood Been crimsoned with their priceless blood; The prowling wolf and vulture fed Sweetly upon the butchered dead. The surface of the sunlit earth Is whitened with their bleaching bones, And children weep beside the hearth, And starve in desolated homes. Een now the widowed mother's cry Upon the air is passing by. Oh! all ye sad and broken-hearted, Who wither'neath the tyrant's frown-- Oh! all ye souls of the departed, Oh! blighted, wronged, and trodden down Bear ye your witness here to-day! To Gop we make our stern appeal Against Oppression's boundless sway, And Mammon's heart of steel! Yet, courage, though mid shadows going, The world moves darkly on its way, On the far hills a light is glowing, Bright herald of a better day. We trust in Truth, and yet shall see Proud Wrong into oblivion hurled ; The human race shall all be free, War's bloody barner shall be furled, Where sorrow dwelt, there shall be light, The Earth, like Heaven, shall know no night, And God shall rule the world ! Paces Sebi 2 «Lia ny = The want of goods is easily re- paired; the poverty of the soul is irre- parable. ' pa THE CONFIDENCE OF CHILDREN. BY LEWIS G. CLARK. I have often wondered why it is that parents and guardians do not more fre- quently and more cordially reciprocate the confidence of their children. How hard it isto children. How hard it is to convince a child that his father or mother can do wrong! Our little people are al- ways our sturdiest defenders. They are loyal to the maxim " the king | can do no wrong," and all the monarchs they know are their parents. I heard the other day, from the lips of a distinguish- ed physician formerly of New York, but now living in a beautiful country town of Long Island a very touching illustration of the truth of this. 'I have had,' said the doctor, 'a good deal of experience in the long practice of my profession in the city, that is more remarkable than anything recorded in 'The Diary of a London Physician.' It would be impossible for me to detail to you the hundreth part of the interesting and exciting things which I saw and heard. That which affected the most of late years, was the case of a boy not over twelve years of age. I first saw him in the hospital, whether, being poor and Without parents, he had been brought to die, 'He was the most beautiful boy I ever beheld. He had that peculiar cast of countenance and complexion which we notice in those who are afflicted with hemmorrhage of the lungs. He was very beautiful! his brow was broad, fair and intellectual ; his eyes had the deep interi- or blue of the sky itself ; his complexion was like the lily, tinted just below the clieek bone, with a hectic flush-- As on consumption's waning cheek, ' Mid ruin blooms the rose--- and his hair, which was soft as floss silk, hung in luxuriant curls about his face-- But oh, what an expression of deep me- lancholy was settled on his countenance! so remarkable that I felt certain-the fear of death had nothing to do with it. And I was right. Young as he was, he did not wish to live. He repeatedly said that death was what he most desired; and it was truly dreadful to hear one so young and beautiful talk like this. 'Oh! he would say, 'let me die!' Nevertheless, he was most affectionate, and was ex- tremely grateful for everything I could do for his relief. I soon won his heart, but saw with pain, that the disease of body was nothing to the sickness of the soul, which I could heal. He leaned upon my bosom and wept, while at the same time he prayed for death. I have never seen one of his years courting it so nicely, 1 I tried in every way to elicit from him what it was that made him so unhappy ; but his lips were sealed, and he was like one who tried to turn his face from some- thing which oppressed his spirit. It subsequent], appeared that the father of this child was hung for murder in B-- county about two years before, It was the most cold blooded homicide that had ever been known in that section of the country. The excitement raged high; and I recollect that the stake and the gallows vied with each other for the victim. The mob labored hard to get the man out of the jail, that they might wreck summary vengeance upon him by hang- ing him to the nearest tree. Neverthe- less, law triumphed, and he was hanged. Justice held up her equal scales with sa- tisfaction, and there was much trumpet- ing forth in this consummation, in which even the women seemed to take delight. Perceiving the boy's life to be waning, T endeavored one day to turn his mind to religious subjects, apprehending no diffi- culty in one so young ; but he always eva- ded the subject. I asked him if he had said his prayers. We said: * Once, always--now, never |' This answer surprised me very much, and I endeavored gently to impress upon him the fact that a more devout frame of mind would be becoming in him, and the necessity of his being prepared to dic: but he remained silent. A few days afterwards, I asked him if he would not permit me to send for the Rev. Dr. B----, a most kind man in sick- ness, who would be of the utmost service to him in his present situation. He de- clined firmly and positively. Then I de- termined to solve this mystery and to un- derstand this strange phase of character in a child. 'My dear'boy,' said I, 'I implore you not to act in this manner.' hat could have disturbed your mind? u certainly believe there is a God, to 'whom you owe a debt of gratitude.' 'No, I don't believe there is a God.' Yes, that little boy, young as he was, was an atheist; and he even reasoned in a logical manner, for a mere child like him. E "I cannot believe there is a God, said he, ' for if there were a God, he must be merciful and just; and he never, never, NEVER could have permitted my father, who Was innocent, to be hanged! Oh, my father ! my father !' he exclaimed pas- sionately, burying his face in the pillow, and sobbing as if his heart would break, "I was overcome by my own emotion; but all that I could say would not change his determination; he would have no min- ister of God beside him ; no prayer by his bedside. I was unable with all my en- deavors, to apply my balm to his wounded heart. A few days after this, I called as usual, in the morning, and at once saw very clearly that the little boy must soon de- part. © Willie,' said I, 'I have got good news for you to-day. Do you think that you can bear to hear it?' for I really was at a loss how to break to him what I had to communicate. He assented, and listened with the deepest attention. 1 then informed him, as I best could, that from circumstances who had recently come to light, it had been rendered certain that his father was entirely innocent of the crime for which he had suffered an ignominious death. I never shall forget the frenzy of emo- tion which he exhibited at this announce- ment. He uttered one scream--the blood rushed from his mouth--he leaned for- ward upon my bosom--and died. From the Boston Commonwealth. MURDER AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AT LYNN. On Saturday afternoon, the usually peaceful city of Lynn was thrown into a state of excitement by the news of a hor- rible murder having been committed by a boarder in the house of Mr. Edward I'. Bailey, in Market Street. Immediately on the tidings reaching us one of our re- porters was despatched to the spot. He gleaned what information was to be ob- tained of the sad event, was present du- ring the Coroner's Inquest, and at the post morlem examination of the body of the murdered man. From his statement we compile the following account of the occurrence. John J. Perdy, 25 years of age, and Charles Furbush, 25, were journeymen shoemakers, who worked together in same shop, and boarded in the house of Mr. Bailey, above mentioned. About noon they returned from their work to their boarding house, where they dined together, and to all appearance were per- fectly amicable. Soon after dinner they both retired to the room they had for sey- eral months occupied in common. In the course of a few minutes the report of two pistol shots alarmed Mr. Bailey and another man, who rushed up stairs and found Perdy extended on the floor and covered with blood. They immediately carried him down stairs where in the course of a few minutes he expired.-- While engaged in attending to the dying man they heard two more pistol reports, and on returning to the room found that Furbush had made, or pretended to make an attack on his own life. He also pre- tended to be lunatic, and remained in that state when our reporter left in the evening. 'he only wounds to be discoy- ered on Furbush's person were a slight burn made by powder, on the abdomen, and one in the neck behind the ear.-- This seemed to be merely a clean cut into which a pistol bullet had been thrust. The details of the occurrence, as far as known, are developed in the following evidence taken before Coroner Samuel Viall : ' Bailey sworn--Weard the report of a pistol ; heard a voice ery " Mother ! Mother! [probably murder, murder !] help me--he has shot me!" The door was locked--ran up and burst it open.-- Perdy the deceased was lying on the floor; the other man, Furbush, had two pistols and appeared to be ramming down the charge of one. While carrying the wounded man down stairs, J heard the report of another pistol. Have never known of any difficulty between the two men. 'They worked together, they had dined that, day together, and both lodged in one room, Furbush said nothing at dinner that I recollect, and I saw nothing singular in his manner. He was a very sull and reserved man--there was a shoe knife on the bed when I entered the room, The shooting happened a little past one. I do not think either of the men were in the habit of drinking spirits. Mr, Perdy came from the South--think he is an American, J urbush came from Graves, Lynn, and has relations there. Mrs, Bailey--Furbush came and paid his board at eleven o'clock on Saturday forenoon. He was very pale. He bought a coat that forenoon. Joseph Thompson--W hen sitting down stairs in Bailey's house heard a pistol, and also heard a scream, but thought it was out of doors. Went out and saw Mr. Remick or the stairs and then I went up. When I got to the head of the stairs Perdy fell against me; he said "hold on to me," '* hold me," or something of that sort. Witness did not go into the room, Samuel Remick--W as out at the back of the house with Mr. Bailey when | heard the cry of 'murder ! I am shot." Mr. Bailey went in the back door and I by the side door, We both got to the head of the sta'rs together. I said ' burst the door open." When the door. was open- ed Purdy was in the act of falling and the other man was loading a pistol. J held Purdy until Thompson took him. I saw no pistol but the one Furbush had, J had been at the table with Perdy and Furbush but saw nothing unusual between them. Have never known any difficulty between them, although I have been in their shop occasionally. Dr. A. S. Adams, sworn.--A boy came to my boarding place and said a man had shot himself. I went directly to Bailey's and found Perdy lying on the floor, down stairs, dying. heard two or three reports of a pistol.-- Some one said that the shots were up stairs. Mr. Pitkin and | rushed up and there saw Iurbush on the floor partially insensible, with a wound in and behind the right ear. Ihave not as yet discoy- ered any other wound, and cannot say whether that one is made by ball or wad- ding. [Dr. Adams had not then had op- portunity of examining the wound. He afterwards gave it as his opinion that the wound had not been made by a pistol shot, but probably by a shoemaker's knife found in the room.] 1 did not notice the pistols until I saw them on the bed. Furbush struggled when we lifted hirn up saying "you want to kill me'--" you shan't kill me me"--and like expressions. From his exclamations he seemed to ima- gine himself to be upon the water, or in circumstances of danger. I think his breath indicated that he had been drink- ing liquor. Dr. Adams also put in the following certificate of a post mortem examination made by Drs. A. S. Adams and Dryden Smith :-- 2oth June. We find two wounds by pistol shot, both on the right side, the upper wound is between the first and second ribs, four and a half inches from the upper extremity of the sternum and inches below the centre of the clavicle.-- The ball penetrated the upper lobe of the right lung, passing into the social canal, and entering the canal between the 2rd and 3d dorsal vertebrae. The lower wound was between the car- tileges of the 7th and &th ribs, 2-1-2 inch- es from the lower extremity of the ster- num. 'This ball penetrated the ventricles of the heart, near the centre, passing through the lower lobe of the right lung, and then between the 6th and 7th ribs on the left side, lodging in the pectoral mus- cle. ' This was the main testimony. At 7 o'clock the jury met according to adjourn- ment and rendered a verdict that *' John C. Perdy died of two wounds from pistols fired by the hands of Charles Furbush, between the hours of 1 and 2 o'clock on Saturday the 28th June, 1851." Our reporter learned that Perdy was comparatively astranger in Lynn, having come from the South, and had served in Mexico. He has an uncle, and possibly other friends, in Providence, R. I. Among his. effects were found a package of Jet- ters addressed to a lady in Providence, (Miss M. A. G.,) also several pieces of poetry indicating a tender attachment towards her. Furbush, the supposed murderer, is a man of low stature, and has lost a leg.-- He is said to have been of dissipated habits, extremely cross-tempered when in liquor. Some time since he attempted to commit suicide by poison, but was saved by a timely antidote. He has re- latives in Lynn. 'The story goes that a boy saw him practising with pistols at a mark on Saturdy morning. In the meantime he is committed to Salem jail for judicial examination today. HOME AND WOMEN. If ever there has been a more touching and eloquent eulogium upon the charms of home and its dearest treasure, woman, than is contained in the following extract from the Christian Inquirer, it has not been our good fortune to meet it. 'Our homes--what is their corner- stone but the virtue of woman ? And on what does social well-being rest but on our homes? Must we not trace all other blessings of civilized life to the door of our private dwellings? Are not our hearth-stones, guarded by the holy forms of conjugal, filial, and parental love, the corner stones of Church and State--more sacred than either--more necessary than both? Let our temples crumble and our academies decay--let every public edifice, our halls of. justice, and our capitols of State be levelled with the dust--but spare our homes. Man did not invent and he cannot improve nor abrogate them. A private shelter to cov- er in two hearts dearer to each other than all the world ; high walls to seclude the profane eyes of every human being--- seclusion enough for children to feel that mother is a peculiar name--this is home and here is the birth-place of every vir- tuous impulse--of every sacred thought.' Here the Church and the State must come for their origin and support. Oh, | spare our homes! The love we experi- ence there gives us our faith in an Infinite goodness--the purity and disinterested tenderness of home are our foretaste and our earnest of a better world. In the re- lations there established and fostered do we find through life the chief solace and joy of existence. What friends deserve the name compared with those whom a ee While examining him I} -------------------- birthright gave us ? One mother is worth a thousand friends--one sister dearer and truer than 20 intimate companions. We who have played on the same hearth to- gether under the light of smiles, who date back to the same season of inno cence and hope, in whose veins runs the same blood; do we not find that years only make more sacred and important the tie that binds? Coldness may spring up, distance may separate, diflerent spheres may divide--but those who can love any- thing, who continue to love at all, must find that the friends whom God himself gave are wholly unlike any we can choose for ourselves, and that the yearning for these is the strongest spark in our expir- ing affection." SOAKING SEEDS, Professor Mapes, recommends that seeds previous to planting be well soaked in a solution of water and carbonate of ammonia. The reason why this is bene- ficial is, that the water supplies the moist- ure necessary to accelerate the germina- tion, and the ammonia supplies nitrogen to the germ, until its arrangement of leaves will enable it to get further quan- tities from the atmosphere, by assistance of dews, rains &c. Seeds in early ger- mination take carbonic acid from the soil alone, having no leaves to receive it from the atmosphere ; and the presence of am- monia accelerates the adsorption of car- bonic acid. Mr. Jas. Campbell, of Wes- ton N. J., has steeped his corn and other seeds in a solution of carbonate of am- monia before planting, for many reasons, and has become convinced that-he not only hastens the germination and more early perfect devlopement, but that seed so treated will give a larger and better crop than if planted without first being soaked----all other circumstances and con- ditions being equal. EXTENSIVE FARMING OPERATION. The most extensive farming operation probably ever entered into, in any coun- try, says the Sacremento Transcript, has been successfully carried through in Cal- ifornia, during the past Autumn and Win- ier. We allude to the speculation of Horner and Co, Mr. Horner's Rancho is situated in the San Jose Valley, it con- tains 1,000 acres of land, and is enclosed by an iron fence, which alone cost $10,- 000. Last Autumn 300 acres only were under cultivation, 259 of which were planted in potatoes, the rest in turnips, tomatoes, onions, &c. On the 20th of May the last sack of the potatoe crop was sold, and the gross proceeds of this crop have amounted to $178,000. There have been eighty hands employed on the Ran- cho, and the total expense of carrying it on during the season has been $80,000. The sacks in which the potatoes have been shipped cost above $8000, while the gross receipts for the total crop of the Rancho have amounted to $253,000. This season the entire 1,000 acres are under cultivation, six hundred and fifty mainder in other vegetables, Fiax Cuntvrr.--A sommittee of the Massachusetts Legislature, appointed to procure information concerning the cul- ture of flax andthe probability of its sub- stitution for cotton in the manufacture of cheap fabrics, report that there is no doubt that the plant can be raised abun- dantly in every state in the Union under proper tillage, without exhausting the soil and it is but reasonable to conclude from recent developments, that flax may soon be adopted to a considerable extent, as a substitute for cotton in the manufacture of the class of fabrics referred to. It is affirmed that not less than 46 acres of land in the state of New York were sown with flax in 1849. {==An Indian newspaper, in the Eng- lish language, is about to be established in New York, by Mr. Copway, the Ojib- way chief, or Ka-ge-ga-gah-bawh, as he is called in his native tongue. It is de- 'signed for the perusal of both the people of the United Siates and the Indian tribes, and without litigating before the public, the question of the wrongs which may have been suffered by the aborigines, to give both races a better idea of each other. A part of the contents will be devoted to Indian history and tradition, and accounts of the customs, habits and manners of the aboriginal tribes. {= The [Emperor of Russia, so far from opposing the circulation of the Scrip- tures in his dominions, generously remit-- ted. et one time, duties charged upon 20,000 bibles sent into St. Petersburgh, amounting to £200. 'The British and Foreign Bible Society has an agency in 'fe Russian capital, which has been ac- tively engaged for years in scattering bi- bles and testaments without molestation, either from the government or from others- The total issue of this agency up to the 9th of February, 1850, amounted to 154,- 040 copies. nt {<= Every person great or small, should wash all over in cold water every morning: being planted in potatoes, and the re-