however, only a done."

few moments, and I have paper, and head it " Original," when other papers A PIG JOKE? We had a hearty laugh the other copy it, and declare it to be original, the less original day, at hearing a friend tell of a man who was atThe banker began to feel interested and at once it becomes." tempting to put a " yoke on a pig." He had corner. assented. "That is because the first one who copies it af- ed the grunter, in a room having a glazed window, firms to a lie," said the judge.

That is just the way here, your honor," retorted the prisoner. "The first witness told the lie, and all the rest have sworn to it!"

"Well, sir as I said before, I threw open the gate for you, and as I considered myself in duty bound, I wished you a happy Christmas. Thank you my lad,' replied you, thank you, and the same to you here is a trifle to make it so,' and you threw me a seven shilling piece. It was the first DR. JOHNSON'S IDEA OF ELEGANCE. money I ever possessed: and never shall I forget DR. JOHNSON, speaking of a lady who was celemy joy on receiving it. I long treasured it, and brated for dressing well, remarked, "The best evias I grew up added a little to it, till I was able to dence that I can give you of her perfection in this rent a toll myself. You left that part of the coun-respect is, that one can never remember what she try and I lost sight of you. Yearly however I have had on." Delicacy of feeling in a lady will prebeen getting on, your present brought good fortune vent her putting on any thing calculated to attract with it; I am now comparatively rich, and to you notice; and yet, a female of good taste will dress I consider I owe all. So this morning, hearing so as to have every part of her dress correspond. accidentally that there was a run on your bank, I Thus, while she avoids what is showy and attraccollected all my capital, and brought it to lodge tive, every thing will be so adjusted as to exhibit with you in case it can be of any use: here it is symmetry and taste. sir-here it is," and he handed a bundle of bank notes to the agitated Thompson. I'll call again," and snatching up his hat, the stranger, throwing down his card walked out of the room.

"In a few days

Thompson undid the roll: it contained £30,000! The stern-hearted banker-for all bankers must be stern-burst into tears. The firm did not require this prop; but the motive was so noble that even a million aire sobbed-he could not help it. The firm is still one of the first in Lon

don.

The £30-000 of the turnpike boy is now grown into some $200,000. Fortune has well disposed of her gifts.

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when the animal believing they were preparing to infringe upon his "full freedom," went with a single bound through the window.-" Drat it," said the old man looking after him for a moment in astonishment," I've got your dimensions any how, seven by nine exzactly."

WHILE the illustrious Reego was lying in a

A YANKEE PREACHER ON PREDESTI. dungeon, just before his murder, a soldier, placing

NATION.

LET us, for argument's sake, say, that I, Rev.
the River at Smith's Ferry next Tuesday morning,
Elder Sprightly, am foreordained to be drowned in
at twenty minutes past ten o'clock, and suppose I
know it, and suppose I am a free moral, voluntary
and accountable agent-do you suppose that I am
I rather guess not; I
going to be drowned ?
should stay at home; and you will never catch the
Rev. Elder Sprightly at Smith's Ferry, no how, nor
near the river neither.

PRECEPT vs PRACTICE.

On the morning of the day of the battle of Brandywine, Hunt, who was called the "High Priest" by the army, (being 7 feet) had scarcely commenced praying to his regiment, when the firing began at a distance, rendering brevity neces sary. He therefore concluded with these

a sentinel over him, one day said,
"Were you not a prisoner. I would murder

IT is well for the men that women do not know what tyrants they might be by being meek and gentle. They might have the world at their feet.

WOMEN who have curious eye-brows, will in all likelihood have eyelashes under them-and will be beloved, if any one takes a liking to them.

THE DOCTOR'S WELCOME. In a town "away down east," there resides a certain M. D. who never had any particular desire to be disturbed after he had yielded to the influence of the "drowsy god." One very cold night last winter, he was aroused from his peaceful slumbers by a loud knocking at his door. After some hesitation, he arose and went to the window and battle sup with the Lord," and then turned and void being dunned! "How ?-how-how?" we yelled.

"Who's there?"

"Friend," was the answer.

"What do you want ?" was the next inquiry.

"Want to stay here all night."

"Stay there then, and be hanged!" was the benevolent reply.

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THE LAW OF LOVE.

IT would take, we think, a pretty long sermon to illustrate the law of love, and point its applica. tion, more perfectly or more forcibly than is done in the following anecdote:

Dr. Doddridge once asked his little daughter, nearly six years old what made everybody love her? She replied, "I don't know indeed, papa unless it is because I love everybody."

"ORIGINAL" ANECDOTE. "THE number of witnesses," said a learned judge, "always increases the probability of a fact. Two are better than one, and three are better than two."

"I beg your pardon," said the prisoner at the bar. "If I publish a piece of mine in my news

In this city, on the 4th inst. by the Rev. Dr. Gosman, David Edward Funk to Juliet Elsworth, both of Germantown, N. Y. At Claverack, on the 7th inst. by the Rev. D. Robinson, Dr. T. Edgar Hunt, of N. Jersey, to Miss Cynthia, daughter of the Hon. John Martin, of the former place.

At Greenport, on the 13th inst. by the Rev. Polbemus Van Wyck, Mr. William T. Francisco, of Rhinebeck, to Miss Ellen Elting, of Bristol.

DEATHS.

In this city, on the 14th inst. Mrs. Sybil Thompson, of Dropsy on the heart, in the 74th year of her age.

At West Troy, on the 15th ult. Henry Tobias, aged 38

years.

At Troy, on the 5th inst. Doct. Peter W. Baringer, in the 42d year of his age.

In New-York, on the 13th, Covington Guoin, of Congestion of the Brain, in the 33d year of his age.

At Cannaloa, Illinois, on the 22d ult. Hon. William B. Peck, in the 71st year of his age.

A Semi-monthly Journal, Embellished with Engravings.

ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM.

VOLUME XXV.

TALES.

From the Model American Courier.

W. B. STODDARD, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
HUDSON, N. Y. SATURDAY, AUGUST 4, 1849.

JANET ALLISON'S
TWO RIVAL BEAUX.

BY MRS. CAROLINE ORNE.

It was now several months since William Niles had been in the habit of walking home with Janet Allison every Sunday, after the close of the afternoon service, when Mr. Allison and his wife always insisted that he should stay to tea. This was chiefly because he had an excellent tenor voice, for, as Mr. Allison prided himself on being the best bass singer in the parish, and as his wife and daughter both had fine voices, it was a great treat to him to be able, as he said, "to carry all parts in singing Old Hundred, St. Martin's, and other old solid tunes." Janet, whose temperament was more poetical, would often remain silent herself, that she might better hear the choral strains as they floated away through the open windows, and mingled with the low whisperings of the adjacent woodland.

Mr. Allison might, at first, imagine that the love of music was what attracted their young guest; it is certain, however, that Mrs. Allison never had any such thoughts. She knew the very first time that he called, that the dark eyes, dark ringlets, cherry lips and rosy checks of Janet had, to him, more witchery in them, than Old Hundred, or a hundred other tunes, equally solid.

Even when Mr. Allison did begin to have a slight suspicion of the truth, he suffered things to go on for awhile, without reproof or remonstrance, although William Niles had nothing to depend on but his labor for the maintenance of his mother and himself. There was something in William's unpretending, yet really polite demeanor, which pleased him, and although he laughed at Janet for imagining that there was anything in phrenology or physiognomy, he liked the looks of the young man's well-expanded forehead, surrounded by wavy hair of a glossy brown, of his well-formed nose, and, above all, the peculiar expression of his mouth - when he smiled.

William had, moreover, poor as he was, succeed. ed in obtaining an education superior to that required by most of the young men in the place.This also was more of a recommendation to Mr. Allison, whose own education was such as to en

able him to take his turn in teaching the winter
school, than it would have been to most persons of
his station. All might have gone well, if Joel
Boggs had not unfortunately discovered that Janet
Allison was the handsomest girl that went into the
meeting-house.

Joel Boggs was the eldest son of Squire Boggs,
who owned four good farms, the largest and best
of which was, as was currently reported, as good
as deeded to Joel. And this was not all. Joel,
who had been named for a rich bachelor uncle,
would, it was confidently expected, be his uncle's
heir. Joel was, therefore, considered the best match
in the place.

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NUMBER 23.

voice. Even Miss Hephzibah, who regarded it as an infringement on her maidenly modesty, not to be particularly obstuse concerning matters of a matrimonial tendency in spite of her most strenuous endeavors to the contrary, could not help having an inkling as to the object of the young man's call.

Joel certainly exhibited a most painful state of embarrassment. His hands, which it had never seemed to him before that he could possibly do without, were, in a particular manner, exceedingly troublesome. In order to get them out of the way as much as possible, he carefully sounded the depths of each of his new pockets, being to all apHe was now twenty-one years old, and ere the pearance, seized with an irrepressible curiosity to first fresh gloss of his freedom suit had departed, ascertain if some stray bits of paper, or something he determined that he would go and see Janet Al-equally valuable, had not hidden themselves away lison As if on purpose to favor his intention, in the corners, and after an investigation so thorough William Niles, on account of indisposition, had that no doubt could remain on the subject, he afbeen unable to leave home for several days. This fected to suddenly discover a spot on his coat sleeve by enabling him to go on Sunday, saved him the which he made a show of rubbing off with the back trouble of exchanging his dress. of his hand. His next expedient was to finger the ends of a cotton handkerchief of divers gay colors which he wore round his neck, and which, by way of contributing his share to the conversation, he informed them was a fancy handkerchief, and that the price of it was two-and-sixpence. He also told them that he bought it of a pedlar, and paid for it in a little miserable sheep skin that was not worth the snap of his finger, a fact that so wrought upon his risibility that it produced a sort of convulsive cachination to the great alarm of Miss Hephzibah, who imagined he had lost his breath, and called earnestly upon Mr. Allison to blow in his face to enable him to catch it again.

Joel received a cordial welcome from Mr. Allison, a somewhat cold though civil one from Mrs. Allison, while Miss Hephzibah Jones, a distant relation to whom they gave a home, and who, after having listened to two sermons, always made it her practice to read a third, raised her eyes from her book, and nodded with a look of great benignity. As for Janet, she could not, or perhaps she did not, try to conceal that his presence was most unwelcome.

There was, certainly, nothing attractive in his appearance. He was decidedly hard-featured, with what Mrs. Allison styled a "knurley countenance," and although the large farm was spread before her in imagination, with its broad fields, green pastures, and waving woodlands, she felt that she could not blame Janet, if she remained true to her first love.

"I should not have hesitated a single moment which to choose, when I was of her age," said she mentally. At the same time she cast a complacent glance at the comely face of her husband, and her thoughts went back to her youthful days when, for him, she refused a young farmer quite as ugly in person and full as rich in prospective, as Joel Boggs.

If the business of Joel had been printed in large capitals on his forehead, it could not have been more manifest.

"I have come a courting," was apparent in every look, every movement, and every tone of his

The lively emotions of pleasure experienced by Joel, from recalling to mind how he cheated the pedlar, for a few moments made him oblivious of the heavy, responsibility which rested on him in having to take care of his hands. But the trouble soon returned and another with it. Unfortunately the shining surface of his new pumps, which he had spent nearly an hour in polishing, met his eye, whereupon his feet appeared to be as much in the way as his hands, and it would have afforded him immense relief if he could have taken his shining pumps off and placed them under the table, as he would have done if he had been at home, from motives of economy as well as comfort.

"Thomas and I will do the milking to-night," said Mr. Allison to his daughter, who rose and went into the kitchen for a milk-pail, as the lowing of the cows gave notice of their approach.

The indignation of Lady Cloudy face was, at once, made manifest, for with a promptitude and an energy worthy a better cause, she placed her foot against the pail, while with a dexterity similaring, as if he was examining something exceedingly to what is termed sleight-of-hand, though in her case it might more properly be termed sleight-ofhoof, she sent it nearly half across the yard. It was obliged to pass over Joel's polished pumps, where, as throughout the whole of its progress, it necessarily left a milky way, to say nothing of numerous little delicate splashes of froth, which from being of a more buoyant nature, were bestowed upon his face, and what was still more trying to his feelings, upon his hat, as well as the other articles of his freedom suit.

"Why?" said Janet.

"He left his hat behind him, I see."

"Why he certainly had a hat on," said Janet, "when he left the house."

"That must be his hat on the entry table," said

"Well, on the whole, I guess I am, but I get her mother, "for it has his name in it." dreadful little time to read."

"Then he wore home father's instead of his

"You must read evenings after your work is own." done."

"Well, I should be glad to sometimes, but father says it isn't worth while to waste taller and ile and eye-sight."

When you do get a chance to read you will enjoy it the better then," said Janet, and she again left the room.

It was not long before she returned with a pile of books, which she placed upon the table.

"How came all my sarmon books on the set. ting-room table," said Miss Hephzibah, who now entered the room.

also, when she came in from milking, said "Good evening, Mr. Boggs," in a manner that was quite flattering to his self-esteem, while Miss "O, I put them there for Mr. Boggs to read,"Hephzibah took occasion to compliment him upon said Janet.

"Well, I always thought that he was a nice, steady young men," said Miss Hephzibah. "Now William Niles, when he is here, is never casy without he is singing. I never liked him so well as I should, if he had a more serious turn with him."

"Why he never sings anything but psalm tunes on Sunday evenings," said Janet," and then father and mother sing with him.”

"That don't signify," said Miss Hephzibah."Mr. Boggs staid all night, didn't he? I saw his hat on the entry-table."

his steadiness and discretion, and only from lack
of a favorable opportunity, was prevented from of
fering to lend him her four volumes of "sarmon
books," which, as it might have led him to believe
that she was in league with the mischievous Janet,
would probably have proved, the means of blotting
her forever out of his books. Joel's courage was
greatly revived by the unmistakable warmth of
Mr. Allison's demeanor towards him, who, he could
not doubt, would exert his patental influence in his
behalf.

There were persons who did not fail to inform William Niles that Joel Boggs had been to see "O no; he left his hat," said Janet, "by mis- Jauet, and that there were good grounds for suptake."

"I know just how it was with him," said Miss Hephzibah. "He got to meditating on what he'd been reading, and it made him absent-minded, the same as it does me sometimes. He is a nice, steady young man, Joel Boggs is."

was.

Mr. Allison, who was roused from his slumbers by the energetic manner in which Joel closed the door, imagined that it was much later than it really This gave him the impression that his daughter had inclined a more favorable ear to Joel's overtures, than, by her appearance, he imagined that she would. It had not been so, he would have been in more haste to depart. This being his belief, it was not strange, when the labors of the day were ended, as he sat just outside of the back door, with the chequered shade of the graceful old elm which grew near, quivering at his feet, that he fell into a contemplation of the fine arable land on Squire Boggs' best farm, and in a more particular manner-wood being high, and every year growing higher-of the fifty acre woodlots, which brightened by the beams of the setting sun, he could, by looking over his right shoulder, see waving on one side of his own orchard.

While his thoughts were thus pleasantly engaged he saw a man creeping along close under the fence which enclosed a lane leading to the house, with something in his hand that looked like a basket. It was Joel Boggs, who, with Mr. Allison's hat in a covered basket, hoped to slip it in at the front door unperceived, and exchange it for his own-He had succeeded in effecting his purpose, but before he had made good his retreat, Mr. Allison thought he would just step round to the front door and see who it was that appeared so desirous of shunning observation, which compelled him to remain where he was. It must be confessed that Mr. Allison thought that Joel's second visit pressed rather hard upon the heels of the first, still he was glad to see him. It spoke favorably, he thought, for the ardor of his attachment.

"Walk in," said he, "I am glad to see you so neighborly. I like some one to drop in about this time of day, so that I can have a chance to chat a little about farming. Sally Ann, our hired girl, came home this morning, so I don't have to help milk to-night."

Mrs. Allison now entered the room, and with her compassion considerably excited at Joel's recent discomfiture, treated him with much more cordiality than she did the evening preceding. Janet,

Allison, "and all in complete order to go into the barn. "The shower is gathering slowly, but it will be impossible for us to put more than one-half of it under cover, if we do our best."

He had hardly ceased speaking, when Janet, happening to look towards the road, saw William Niles, who was driving a pair of oxen attached to a hay-cart. The cart was now empty, he having been to carry a load of hay to the man of whom he hired the farm on which he and his mother lived.— When he arrived opposite the spot where Mr. Al. lison was at work, he stopped his team, and going up to the stone wall which separated the field from the road, and with the air of a person who doubted whether his proposal would be received or rejected, offered Mr. Allison his assistance. Janet, for a moment, involuntarily suspended her work, that she might hear her father's answer. Mr. Allison posing that she gave him a favorable reception.-looked a little perplexed as he glanced his eyes toThis information, although he had entirely recov- wards his daughter, for he imagined that the ered from his indisposition, deterred him from cal-less opportunities she had of seeing William Niles, ling at Mr. Allison's the next Sunday evening.- the better would prosper the suit of Joel Boggs.-He did not doubt that what had been told him was The sight, however, of the hay spread over the partly true, though he could not bring himself to field, which if exposed to the shower would be desbelieve that Janet preferred Joel Boggs to him. He poiled of its brightness and fragrance, overcome his had reasons for this unknown to others, and that momentary hesitation, and he told the young man very morning, as they met near the meeting-house that he should be glad of his assistance. door, there was something in her looks and in the tones of her voice, as she said, "William, I am glad to see that you are able to attend meeting today," which had a world of tenderness in them, though the words of themselves were so common. place.

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"Come, Janet," said he, with a clear, steritorian voice, which might have been heard half a mile, you and Sally Ann must come and help me rake this hay up, so as to have it ready to load by the time Thomas gets here with the teain."

"Where's iny sun bonnet, mother?" said Janet, "but no-I won't have my bonnet. I'll wear Tom's new straw hat, because it will be cooler."

A spectator might have imagined that William, instead of Mr. Allison, was the person who would be benefitted by securing the hay from the shower, so joyous was the expression of his countenance as be returned to the road for his team.

In a few minutes afterward Thomas made his appearance with Mr. Allison's team, and what was not very pleasing to Janet, Joel Boggs was with him.

Joel cast an angry glance at William, and re. marked to Mr. Allison, that he "guessed he was so well off for help, that he wouldn't need him."

"Yes we do," said Mr. Allison," we shall be glad of your assistance, for there is plenty for all of

us to do."

"I s'pose," said Joel, "that I might have brought a pair of oxen with me, but working 'em right in the heat of the day would take a half an inch of growth out of 'em. If like Mr. Niles here, I had to hire my cattle, I expect I should be as generous with ox flesh as he is." "they"

"I did'nt hire these oxen," said William ; are my own."

"I guess Major Hart would tell a different story from that," said Joel.

"As Major Hart is a man of truth, he would tell the same story that I do," was William's response.

Nothing more was said till the load of hay was completed, when Joel, without requesting leave, or making any apology whatever, took up the goad and commenced driving William's team. Whether a consciousness of the solecism he had committed in the etiquette of the haying-field caused Joel to feel a little flurried, or whether as Thomas said, he was too great a ninny to know how to drive a team, except where the ground was as smooth as the house-floor, it is impossible to determine. Perhaps each of these might have had their influence. At any rate, Joel had proceeded with the team only a short distance, all the time shouting vociferously at the oxen, as if he thought they were Mrs. Allison. deaf as well as dumb, before the hay, which had "Here are four loads of my best hay," said Mr. been loaded somewhat too hastily, and was a little

Janet's cheeks, though well rounded, were not too full to look well beneath the shade of a boy's hat, and snatching a rake that leaned against a shed, and gracefully poising it in her small, though well knit hand, she tripped lightly across the field to join her father. She was soon followed by Sally Ann, who had been summoned from the loom by