. New England farmer, and horticultural register. ckerbocker. A Dutch preacher, who was warmly in favor ofthe tory party during the revolutionary war, hap-pened once to get into an American camp on aSunday, and was consequently called upon for asermon and a prayer. He, from force of habit, coininenced the latter with Got pless te king whereupon there was considerable the soldiers, which being perceived by him,with admirable presence i>f mind, he continued thus : Yees, mine hearers, I zay, Got pleas te king :pless him mit plenty of hard times and u wlijg par-liament—pless hi
. New England farmer, and horticultural register. ckerbocker. A Dutch preacher, who was warmly in favor ofthe tory party during the revolutionary war, hap-pened once to get into an American camp on aSunday, and was consequently called upon for asermon and a prayer. He, from force of habit, coininenced the latter with Got pless te king whereupon there was considerable the soldiers, which being perceived by him,with admirable presence i>f mind, he continued thus : Yees, mine hearers, I zay, Got pleas te king :pless him mit plenty of hard times and u wlijg par-liament—pless him mit defeats on te landt and onte zca—pless him mit all kinds of pad luck—plesshim mil sickness—pless him mit shordt life—unt,Lordt, may we have no more ofem. Scene in a School.— Master, this ere gal keepssaying I m a thief. What does she say you have stolen .- She says I stole her character. At this juncture a little girl jumped up and said, I geth he did—I geth he did—for I theed himbehind the tliool houth a calm thumthin<.. Miserij in the midst of Wealth.—Thurlow Weed,in one ot his letters from London, portrays the fol-lowing scene of wretchedness, poverty, and death,in Regent street, London. Ho says: In walking up Regent street yesterday, I wit-nessed a scene of anguish new to me, but not soto those belter acquainted with the abodes of des-titution. Observing a crowd gathering upon theopposite side of the street, I crossed over and sawan infant that had just breathed its last in the armsof Its mother, wl,o had been sitting or standing allday in that street, endeavoring to sell child died for the want of food and nourish-ment, and the mother, who was still pressing herdead infant to hor, was a picture of destitution anddespair. There was scarcely strength enough inher trembling limbs to bear her into an apotheca-rys shop, where the restoratives tried in vain uponthe child were needed by the fainting poor woman by her language and
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