The Canadian times, 26 juillet 1855, jeudi 26 juillet 1855

[" ig n- eve Le 8 8a ed.e .e 3 PRINTED AND PUBLISHED Srery THURSDAY MORNING, at Beckett's Building, in the Square, by JOHN EDWARDS, : FOR RITCHIE & CO,, Proprietors.: rere 5 or SusscRIrTION.\u2014§2,00 per id névauce.$1,00 for «ix months, jp \u2018 ton received for s ks term B - : le copies, 4 cents.are Yor ADVERTISING.\u2014§1,00 per square of 16 lines for the first insertion, and 23 cents per square fur each subsequent insertion.Ha) 8 square or less, 75 cents for the first insestion ; se to fe Canadian Times, evans: \"No No oo LA x ee A WEEKLY POLITICAL, AGRICULTURAL, COMMERCIAL AND LITERARY JOURNAL.rn HER png 20007 FE 9 Le fran mu A à = 7 MOOR AND 108 Printing ,OANADIAN TIMES Vor FE Ba ng Gostablis THE PROPRIETORS ARR TRYPARED TO TAKE ORDERS von BYERY DESCRIPTION oF BOOK, CARD AND» JOB PRINTING 555 AU Orders excouterl with Naateines and Disrarcs, on tho NOSE REAFONANAE Than eh a - opte Lr egesaqdie made wi eariy advertisers 88d \u2014 = _ pe ey à TY an na eer hid besten porary] VOL.1.SHERBROOKE, C.E., THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 26, 1855.NO.30.BAR BILL DEADS, \u2014 \u2014\" \u2014__ - mp me \u2014 \u2014 _ ry BH.ete.Poetry.A HOME PICTURE.BY MRS.ANN E.PORTER.\u201cAn\u2019old man sat by the chimney side, ' Ris face was wrinkled and wan ; And ho Issned both bands on his onken cause, As If sl) bin work were dune, \u2018His coat was of good old-fashioned grey, Whh pockets both decp and wide, \u201cWhere his * specs\u2019 and steel tobacco box, Lay snugly side by side.\u201cThe old man liked to stir the fire, Su, Leur him the tong were kept § Sumetimes he mused a4 he gazed at the coals, Sumetimes he sat and slept.What did he sec in the embors there ?Ay! pictures of othur years; .- * And now and then they wakened smiles.But oftener started-tours.Mis good wife sat on the other side, In the high-backed tiag-seat chales You see \"neath the frill of her muslin cap, \u2018The sheen of her Wilvery hair.Bhe wears a 4 blue cheoked®?apron now, And is kuitting & eoek for him ; Her pale blue eyes have a gentle look, And she says they ave growlog dim.I like to call and tell the news, And chat æn hour eq slay &or It stirs the blood in the old man's heart \u2018Ta hear of the world away, Be kind unto the old, my frierida, They're worn with this world\u2019s strife, \u2018Though bravely once perchance they fought The battle here with Hife.\u201cThey tanght our youthful feet to climb Upward life's rugged steep ; Then let us lead them down To where the weary sicep.WHAT MIGHT BE DONE.What might be done, if men were wise, What glorious deeds, my suffering brother, Would they unite In love and right, And cease their scorn for ont another ?Qpprestion\u2019s heart may be imbued With kindling drops of loviog kindness ; And knowledge pour, From shore to shore, Light on the eyes of muntal bicssedness.All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs\u2014 All vice and crime might div together § And air aud corn, To each man born, Be free as warmth in sunny weather.What might be done ?this might be done ; And more than this, my suffering brother\u2014 More than the tongue Ever said or sung, If men were wise and loved each other.Whiscellaneons, MY THREE DREAMS.During my life I have had threc dreams, which I regard as being very curious, and as they illustrate the operations of the mind in sleep, I will relate them.FIRST DREAM.I was on a visit to my grandmother's.The house she lived in was one of those odd shaped dwellings, with half a dozen gables, which after having pussed out of fashion many years, seem to be coming again into use.\u2018The rooms, instead of being ceiled above, as is universally the case at the p esent day, were crossed by several huge herms, pluned and polished on which the floor above rested.My visit was made in the month of October.Having taken a long walk, and being weary, I threw mysclf on a sofa in the sitting room,and fell asieep and then dreariied.I thought that I was again walking out, and had gone some distance from home, when 1 observed s dark, black cloud rising above the horizon in the West.As it rolled up, it grew blacker and spread wider.Now and then a flush of lightning glimmered on its dark fuce, and I could hear the low rumbling of remote thunder.A storm was evidently coming, and though it approached with no great rapidity, I deemed it judicious to turn my heel aud retrace my steps slowly homeward.\u2014 When I had nearly reached the house, the ruin began to fall, and as 1 entered the door.a crashing clap of thunder made me æpring\u2014upright on the sofa on which 1 had been sleeping, and 1 discovered that 1 had been awakened by one of the laborers on the farm emptying a large basket of apples which he hud brought in from the orchard, on the floor of the chamber above ae.It was evident, therefore, yet almost incredible, that my long walk forth and back\u2014the appearance of the cloud\u2014its spread and approach\u2014events which seemed to me to have filled at least an hour and a half\u2014were actually the work of not more than three seconds of time, SECOND DREAM.I dreamed (no matter when or where) that I was sitting upon the railing of a long bridge, where I was accosted politely by a stranger, who asked me if I could give him the time of day.I drew out my watch, and just as I was about to reply, a gentleman came up from the opposite direction, and cried, \u2018Hold! do you not know,\u2019 said he, \u2018that the man before you is a notorious thief and robber and that his only design in asking you the time of day was to snatch at your watch and run away with it ?\u2019 With this I turned to the stranger, but he had already fled, and wus nearly out of sight, descending a declivity at the other ond of the bridge.; Now, what is curious in this dream is; that my mind\u2014the same mind, ob.erve\u2014 should not know that the stranger was a thief, nor the purpose for which he asked the time of day, and yet should really know both ; or rather perhaps, that one part of my mind should be in ignorance, and the other have knowledge, coincident- ly of the same fact.I invented a train of circumstances of which I knew the meaning, and did \u2018ot know the meaning, at one and the same time.THIRD DREAM, _ The singularity of this dream consiats in what is rather unusual in dreams, the regular and natural succession of its cvents and the moral with hich it closes, and which it really illustrates with much force.It mak:s, in fact, a good fable, which might have proceeded without shame from Æsop or La Fontaine.I dreamed that I was seated on the trunk of a fallen tree on the verge of an extensive and sombre forest, Directly in front of me, and perpendicular to my line of vision, ran a wall some five feet high and painted white, or washed with lime, except a portion of it at the loft, about a rod in length, which had recently been rebuilt \u20181and retained the dull red color of the brick jof which it was composed.This wall {enclosed a cemetery.-The tops of the highest monuments I could see above it.How long I had been sitting here T cannot say, when-my attention was drawn to the deep baying at a great distance of a pack of hounds.As the sounds grew more and mors distinct, I inferred that game was rapidly approaching the spot 1 occupied, and as I had never witnessed u hunt of this kind, I becumo exceedingly interested and excited.1 should t} ink that a quarter ofa hour might have passed away, the tumult increasing every moment, and making the sound, when suddenly a fox of the red species, emerged from the underbrush not far.off, and running toward me ut a prodigious rate, passed at my very feet and disappeared behind the top of the prostrate tree, Scarcely had he passed, however, before he returned upon his track at the same pace ; and after running round me, or the tree on which I still sat, two or three times, he darted to the wall of which I have spoken, and reuring himself on his fore:legs pressed himself flatly against it as he possibly could.1 was struck with astonishment and admiration.The illusion was perfect.\u2014 Had I not known that Reynard was there, I shoul:! have had no suspicion of the fact.The color of the wall at that point, being exactly the same as his own, even my instructed eye could scarcely distinguish them.+Did man ever witness such cunning in a brute,\u201d said 1 to my:elf.And I lnughed outright.But I was not the only spectator of the scene.Happening to turn my eye to the right I observed, a short way off, a great gaunt, grey wolf, who seemed to be as much interested in the stratagem of Rey- nard as myself.He sat upon his haunches and looked in the direction of the wall with the gravity of a judge upon the bench.It seemed to me that he comprehended the device anc enjoyed it.All this, however, had passed in a shorter time than 1 have taken to relate it.The fox had been in this singular position scarcely more than a half a minute before the dogs came up, wet with perspiration and their jaws foaming with lather, and rushed past, But they soon lost the scent in that direction and returned making a circuit round my tree several times, ineffectually, and then, for some to the right and disappeared As soon as they were gone Reynard resumed \u201call urs,\u201d und also vanished.Again, after an interval, the baying of hounds awakened :choes in the forest,and again they were approaching me; and soon, what was my surprise, to see the identical gaunt grey wolf, whose proceedings had amused me shortly before, plunging forward through the wood, all easy as he was, placing himself against the wall precisely as he had seen the fox do; but 1 observed that he had placed himself against that portion of the wall which was white ; and where of course his dark color made him conspicuous at a great distance.The dogs on their arrival perceived him at once, and dragging him down soon made an end of him.But I Keard him exclaim, just as he breathed his last, How strange that what saved the fox, destroys me\u2014circumstances alter cases.\u201d \u2014\u2014-#\u2014 EXPLORING THE AMAZON.FESTIVAL OF THE CHURCH, Religion flourishes, and the cura has a vusy time of it.Herndon says no day passed during their stay, that there was not a *\u2018fiesta\u201d of the church, for though there are not more than twenty-five or thirty feast days in the year insisted upon by the church and government, yet any piously disposed person may get up one when he chooses.The manner scems to be this: A person, either from religious motives or ostentation, uring or after divine service in the church, approaches the altar and kissing it, proclaims his intention of becoming mayor domo (or superintendent) of such and such a fiesta\u2014generally that of the saint after whom he is named ; and thereupon he receives the benediction of the pricst.This binds him and his heirs\u2019to ull the expenses of the celebration, which, in the great fiestas of Lima, may be et down as no small matter\u2014the heaviest item being the lighting of one of these large churches, from floor to dome, with wax.The jewels and other adornments of the images borne in procession are generally borrowed from the devout senoras of the higher and richer class; but Iam told that many a person impoverishes his family for ycars, by paying the expenses of one of these festivals.The fiestas in Tarma are generally celebrated with music, ringing of bells, firing of rockete, and dances of Indians.A dozen vagabonds are dressed in what is supposed to be the costume of the ancient Indians.This consists of a red blanket hanging from one shoulder, and a white one from the other, rcaching nearly to the knee, and girded round the waist; the usual short blue breeches, with a white fringe at the knee; stockings of an indifferent color, and shoes or sandals of rawhide, gathered over the toes with a drawstring, and tied round the ancles.The head dress is a low crowned, broad brimmed hat, made of wool, and surrounded with a a circlet of dyed ostrich feathers.\u2014~Thus costumed, the party march through the streets, and stop, every now and then, to execute a sort of dance to the melancholy and monotonous music of a reed pipe, accompanied by a rude flat drum, in the hands of the same performer.Each man has a stick or club of hard wood, and a very small wooden or hide shield, which he strikes with the club at certain periods of the dance, making a low clattering in time with the music.They have also small bells, called *cascabeles,\u201d attached to the knee and feet which jingle in the dance.forest ring with intermingled variety of|of it, and is hold inits place by a cord INDIAN ARROWS.These arrows, and those of all the Indians in the country, are so heavy that, at a greater distance thun twenty or thirty yards, itis necessary to discharge them at an clevation, so that they shall describe a curve in the air; and it is wonderful to sec with what precision the Indians will calculate the arch and regulate the force so that the arrow shall fall upon the object.On the Amazon they take fish and turtle with bows und arrows.An Indian in a canoe discharges his arrow in the air.It describes a parabola, and lights upon the back of a fish, which the unpractised oye has not teen able to see.The barb with which the arrow is armed sl:ps cn the end which wraps round the shaft of the arrow and is tied in its middle.The plunge of the fish shakes the arrow clear of the barb; the cord unwinds and the arrow floats upon the water, an impediment to the fish and a gu:de to the fisherman, who follows his arrow till tae fish or turtle is dead.The motion of the arrow is so slow, and it is so readily scen in its course, that there is no great difficulty in avoiding an arrow shot from the front; for abundance of time is afforded to stop aside.When boys ure shooting at buzzards on the beach, the arrow will frequently alight on the very spot where the bird hus been sitting, some seconds after he has left it.SCENES ON TITE MOUNTAIN SIDE.As we rise above the foliage the mountain tops begin to look wild and barren, with rocks and red clay; below we have a beautiful view of the town of Tarmn, amidst its green trees und pastu.e fields.My mule, Rose, pants for breath ; she is so fat and plump that the climbing troubles ker.At Tarmu the party divided, in order to explore two different tributaries of the river.Herndon continued down the Ucayali, while Gibbon, with Richards and Jose Casas, and a muleteer, took a southeasterly course towards Bolivia, ia order to trace the sources of the Madira and neighboring streams.Following the latter party, we giv» Gibbon's description in his own words.On the mountain side is scated a fine looking Indian, blowing a semi-circular shaped trumpet, made of a number of cow's horns, stripped one into the other, with the joints sealed ; he don\u2019t scem to be so particular as to the tune, as he does to the distance he may be heard.Jose thinks he is trying to blow up a wedding reason which I did not .ivine, swept off| with a fair one among the flowers below.| The Indians celebrate harvest time with | merry making.Their meals are cooked | in the fields, where the kitchen utensils are | carried.\u2018They have music and dancing \u2018 in the barley stubble.It is amusing to see these happy people enjoying themselves in the open air.As we pass, the reapers are seated near the road, in a barley field, at dinner, upon the ground, in rows one behind another, laughing and talking among themselves.When we meet them they are very civil, modest and uaassuming in manners.They carry caormous loads of barley or wheat on their backs, while the women drive tlic loaded uss, and sling the children over their own shoulders.Their horses, mules, sheep, horned cattle.pigs and dogs, are ull admitted, together with the family, into the harvest field, while the father reaps, and the mother gathers, and the boys tend the flocks, and the oldest girls tuke care of the babies and do the cooking, while at the same time they spin woolen yarn by hand, for stockings.One of them offered a pair for sale at twenty-five cents, which were nearly long enough for trowsers.They are always employed, go to bed early, and rise before the sum, as their Incas taught them to do, At the top of the mountain, not a house or tree was to be seen, and no sign of cultivation.On tufts of course mountain grass, a flock of sheep were grazing ; some of them merinos, and of good size.Their wool is sent to Lima, where it is sold, to be exported around Cape Horn, to the manufacturers in the North.To the East is a snow-peak mountain, and as the moon rises, us if from the Atlantic Ocean, we are followed by a cold north wind.The sky is clear and of a deep blue.On our left we sce the remains of an ancient Peruvian road, used in the times of the Incas.It :s suid that good roads are marks of civilization; could ry mule, Rose, give her opinion, she would certainly decide in favor of the Inca road, lin preference to those found in Peru at the | present time.These remains show a width of thirty curbstones on each side.{From official Report.\u2014-\u2014_\u2014\u2014\u2014 THE CAPTAIN\u2019S BATHING TUBA cabin-boy of one of the ward-room officers on board a United States vessel, a good deal given to mischief, one day made his way into the captain's cabin, while they were engaged above in making out a strange sail in the horizon.Here he finds, all sorts of luxuries including various wines, of which he drinks enough to raise his courage not only, but to muke him sumewhat reckless of consequences.In this state he finds himself in a room adjoining the cabin, a tin bathing-tub in one corner, luxuriously supplied with rare cosmetics,and smelling like a barber's shop of the first cluss *Now, he says, \u20181 had tried all the other good things that I fuund in the cabin; 1 had drunk the captain's wine and straightened myself out on his su- fa,and swung in his hammock, and thought I wouldn't quit without taking a dip in his bath.\u2019 Accordingly he stripped, and was just enjoying the first pleasant feel of the water, when he was interrupted by the messen- ger-boy, who had been sent into the cabin by the Captain.Fortunately he was not discovered this time, but it made him cautious.\u2018I must contrive some way to get out with my clothes if anybody come along again.1 wasn't long in finding the way.The ports on the side of the forward cabin were open, and through them I could easi- CT eee mm ened i iam en PNT ly get outinto the mizen chains, where 1 could easily dress myaelf without being seen.There was a big gun in each port, a carronade,ns they call \"em\u2014short but fat \u2014the biggest kind\u2014you never see such kind of guns, except aboard ships-of-war.1 could clamber out alongside one of \"em easy enough though.1 was alittle fellow then.\u201d He takes his shoes, clothes and hat, and sticks them outside of the port where they couldn't be seen; \u2018and then,\u2019 he says, 'l went buck to the tub.All this didn't täke more than half a minute, for I worked sharp, I can tell you.The only thing 1 was afruid of was, that the steward would come in and catch me.1 didn\u2019t care a tinker\u2019s copper for the captain.I knew 1 could get out of the port in less time than would take him to come down the poop- ladder.Big bugs are never in a hurry\u2014 it wouldn't look dignified, you know.\u2019 Presently, while lying luxuriously in the captain\u2019s tub, ho hears him coming down the stairs when he jumped out of the receptacle und made for the port.I was fuirly outside and sufe, asl thought, in the chains, before the captain opened the cabin door.1 sat there a minute, drying myself, and then was going to begin to dress, when I heard the sound of oars coming round the stern of the ship.I knew by the regular dip in the water, and by the noise of the oars in the row-locks, that it was a man o'-war's boat, and of course, it was the first eutter coming along side, though it scomed to me she had como up mighty quicl.\u2019 \u2018Here I was in a fix.They would sce me from the boat as soon as they pulled round the stern, and I should have hard work to tell what 1 was doing, stark naked in the chains.1 couldn't get my clothes on quick enough to be ready for company\u2014for 4 couldn t stand up without considerable ri8k of being seen from the peop, in case some fellow huppened to be looking over the lurbord side.I concluded pretty soon what to do, 1 first looked into the cubin, The captain was not in sight, so I jammed my clothes into the muzzle of the gun, and then got in after myself feet foremost.1 told you, you know, that the guns of the kind they call carronades are short, but have tremendous big bores.They are uscd in close fighting, and when nothing else comes handy, they load them with a cask of nails, and such sort of things.1 shoved myself in fect foremost, because I knew that if | rammed my head in first, with my body on the top of it for a wad, it would be rather close quarters for breathing comfortably.I found it rather u snug berth ns it was ; 1 couldn't move an inch after 1 got in, but I knew 1 was out of sight at any rate, *1 supposed that aftor the men had come aboard the boat would be hauled out to the booms, and that then | could get out of the gun.the cutter loaded with something, 1 don't know what, th>t it took pretty near an hour, it scemed to me, to clear off.They got a sling on the muin-yard, and 1 could hear the orders given to hook on in the boat, and the bo\u2019sn\u2019s mate in the gangway piping to \u2018haul taught hoist away,\u2019 and \u2018avast hoisting,\u201d and \u2018come up,\u2019 over and over agam, until it appeared to me they had got a dozen launch-boats over the side.By this time my back began to ache with lying on the bore of the old gun; it didn\u2019t exactly fit my shoulders.\u2019 *I began now to hear talking in the cabin.The gun you know, was all in the cabin except the muzzle of it, that ran out of the port.I couldn't hear so well through the iron though, and it was sometime before I could muke out what the talk was about.1 could distinguish the captain's voice, and could hear the words \u2018lock\u2019 and \u2018wafer\u2019 pretty often.At lust he and the man he was talking with came close up to the very gun I was in, and then 1 heard him rubbing the gun off with his hand, and playing with the lock, and two ur three times he snapped it; that made me feel a little nervous, for I didn\u2019t know what he might have put in jt.\u2019 He finds out at last what they are talking about.The gunner has been muking some percussion wafers that he thinks will never miss fire.He raid he would set the charge off without any priming.and he wasn't sure that there would be any need even of picking the cartridge.The captain tells the gunner to fry some of these new wafers on the very gun that the fugitive is in ! \u2018I was just going to sing out,\u2019 he von- tinues.\u2018when the captain asked the gun- per if he was sure the gun wasn\u2019t loaded.\u201cYes sir, says he: the charges were all drawn when the ship came in, am these guns in the cabin haven't been loaded since.\u201cThat was not so bad after all.They were only going to try if the wafers would snap-\u2014#0 1 concluded to be quiet.1 didn\u2019t quite like the idea, though, for I wasn't quite so well contented with the gunner\u2019s trial in the gun as 1 should have been out of it.1 wasn't quite as easy in my mind as I had been an hour before, when I was swinging in the captain's cot, I lay still though, and meant to sce it out.I knew there wasn't any shot in the gun, at all events, and I didn\u2019t think a blank cartridge would hurt me much, seeing as I had pushed my trowsers and frock in before 1 got in myself.If I had got in head foremost 1 should have been a good deal more worried about the matter ; but thinks 1 to myself, \u2018I'll risk my feet!\u2019 «So there I lay aching all over, from having my shoulders and hips jammed in between the round sides of my berth, and listening to the talk between the captain and the gunner that came in at the touch hole, and thon to the noise in the bout that came in at the muzzle.It's not strange that I got every thing mixed up in a heap, inmy mind, as to what was going on outside.At last, however, I heard the click of the spring, as the gunner cocked the lock and the next instant\u2014' \u2018Well, what then ¥\u2019 \u2018I was ging through the air as if I had been kicked by a forty horse power! My clothes didn\u2019t follow me more than twenty But,instead of that, they had fathoms, but] didn\u2019t touch the water till I wus a mile and a half from tho ship! That he was savod is à matter of course, \u2018else wherefore breathes he in à christuin land\u2019 to tell this wondrous yarn?re THE RUSSIAN SOLDIER.He is a sulky, sullen, stupid-looking fellow, with a pale-blue complexion, like that produced by what the doctors cull the \u201cadministration\u201d of nitrate of silver in cases of disease.Poor wretch! he looks like a felon, for ho has been treated all his life as a hound.He has à short and straight nose, the nostrils of which are turned outwards, and soem like two small holes in his face.He has little round eyos, but he is tqo stupified by ill treatment to have any exprowsion in thom, though he is in the first flush of youth and strength.brown It does not dare to curl or wave, and stichs out in points and notches, us though in despair of doing right, turn which way it will.Ho is à square-built powerful man, but he is listless, silont and awkward.Ho appears susceptible of neither pain nor pleasure; to have no respect or love for himself.Ho soems to have neither season nor instinct.Ho is n mu- chine ready to obey a touch of impelling rod, or to have something within him which he.rs and acts ut tho hoarse shouts of command ; but of himself he does nothing.He- NOYES, WESTON & Co, :Gencral Commission Merchants, AND WHOLEHALE DEALUILS IN Molassos, Fish, Grindstones, &c., WILLIS BLOCK, COMMERCIAL STREET, PORTLAND, ME, jan41y MR.J.\u20ac.BEGG, ATE of Her Majesty's and Hon.Rast India Company's Naval service, being encouraged by the patronage which he has received from the citizens of Portland and vicinity, wishes to inform them that he is now ready to supply the wants of those who use or vend PERFUMERY, In any of its forms, as Oils, Pomades, Cosmetics, Dipilutories, Hair Dyes, and Perfumed Waters.Having served in some of the best known establishments in London and other cities in Europe, he has acquired a thorough kuow- ledge of his profession, in theory and practice.He has travelled extensively, and paid particular attention to the treatment which hair receives from the inhabitants of many parts of Europe and Asia, With the knowledge he has obtained in nations where Good Hair is considered beuuty's chiefest ornament, he guamntees to stop the Hair from Falling Out: to incrense its Quantity ; and improve its Quality: in many cases to cure Baldness, and upon an carly application to prevent itin all.Dandruff le completely cradi- cates from the head ; cures Ring Worm, 1'im- ples, and Red Blotches.As usual, he is happy and ready to wait upon those citizens who may require his practieal