LADIES' AMULET. - Monroe County Library System

GREEK PEASANT GIRLS.—Just us we reached
Xalamachi, a felucca came to land with a party of
.Hydriotes on their way to Corinth. The attention
of the quidnuncs of the villBj;e was divided
between our honorable selves and the Hydriotes.
Jt was soon, however, altogether transferred to the
Hydriotes, for tlje party cpnsisted chiefly 06 women
and girls, They were somewhat abashed at
oar frank costume. Our guide, hajf savage as he
was, had a keen eye for beauty, and following the
light of a pair of black eyes, he led us to the boat.
The boat was laden with Greek Wine. An old
woman, who seemed to be the proprietress of the
cargo, offered us some wine, while the girls bounced
on shore, standing in mute silence" while we
drank. I took a cup of wine as an excuse for a
more minute glance at these Hydriote beauties,
and whije I was looking over the rim, the wine
was trickling down upon the sand. This set them
a laughing, in which we all joined, an-jjf they
stand any length of time before they are acted
upon, they lose their strength and become "stale,
flat and unprofitable."
Remember that labor is necessary to excellence.
This is an eternal truth, although vanity cannot
be brought to believe, or indolence heed it.
It is sometimes best to assume a bold toners
the Romans threw loaves of bread, when starving,
into the camp of the Gauls, for proof how sumptuously
they fared.
. Why is a tallow chandler the mo^t vicious and
unfortunate of men ? Because air his works are
wick-etl, and aH his wick-ei works are brought to
light.
A free, open, and undisguised behavior is an
honorable appeal to generous minds, and he that
takes an undue advantage of such a course commits
a kind of high treason in the social code.
Men who. stutter and stammer are often met
with, hut who ever heard of a female afflicted with
an impediment in her speech ?
The tic douloureux at the the temple of some
men, is like a woodpecker tapping a hollow tree*
"I stand on on my reserved rights!" as the
loafer said when he put his foot on the tread mill.
"I'm lost in grief," as the fly said, when he
was drowned in a tear.
The fools axe not all dead yet, as the thief said
ven he was caught picking a printer** pocket.
Closing up a concern—Bunging up yciur neighbor's
eye.
Saving one's oaeoa—Inviting a Jew to dine with
you upon boiled ham.
fc, SATURDAY/, MARCH 6, 1841.
MR. BUBDETT, AGAIN.
Our readers wilj recojlect, tb,at in Nos. % and 3
of our current volume, we charged Mr. C. BD%-
DETT, of Brooklyn, with having published as prf*
ginal, in the New York Atlas, a tale entitled the
Sailor's Wife, which in every essential feature and
even in language, bore so close a resemblance to
the Tudor Story, written for and published in the
Gem, some years since, as to furnish the strongest
evidence of its having been merely a slight alteration
of the latter story. We marked our strictures
and sent the papers containing them to Jfr.
B., being willing to afford him an opportunity to
disprove, if he could, the charge of plagiarism.—
He has attempted to do so, through the cola^pt
of the Brooklyn Daily News, but with, what sue,
cess, we Jeave it to our readers to decide. • He
s.toutfy denies paying stolen the story from the
Gen^ stating that'.'. he first heard it at sea, in 183] K
that be wrote it in 1836 for the N. Y. Herald, and
re-wrote it in 1840 for the Atlas."
This is the sum and substance of Mr. B's defence.
But whhthis defencehedoes not seemto
be satisfied himself, and virtually charges our correspondent
with having stolen his story from the,
N. Y. Herald! He says: " I shall feel under particular
obligations to the editor of the Gem, ijhe
will forward me a copy of the original story which,
appeared in the Gem.; and I shall feel much mis?
taken, if it is not found to correspond with the
story written in 1836 for the Herald." Unfectnnately
for Mr. B., he is lame in this charge. The
Tudor Story was written in New Hampshire^ in
the winter of 1834-'35—at least two years befpre,
Mr, B. pretends to haw writtta Jus—and was,
published in, the Gem in the spring of the Iattfl
year. That bplh stories " correspond " so nearly
in every incident, that they would be taken by
the generality of readers for one and the samj$j|
we have ever maintained ; and it is this similar^
ty between them that has irresistibly forced the
conviction upon our minds, as, it has upon the
minds of a\\ who have read them, that one of the
stories must have been manufactured from the
other. Who, then, has acted the part of the.pla.
giarist—Mr. B. or our correspondent ? Ae we.
have seen, the Tudor Story was published in, 1835,,
and the Sailor's Wife in 1836. Of course, our
correspondent cannot be obnoxious to the charge
of theft. If there has been theft any where, the
reader is left to decide on whose part it must have
been.
We regret that we are not able to send Mr. B.
a copy of the Gem containing the Todor Story.-
The Gem passed intp the hands of its present proprietors
after that story was published, aha the
only copy of it in thejr possession, is in a bound
volume. We have found among our old papery
however, the Boston Times, of Dec. 13,1838*; containing
the story, qnd haye forwarded it to Mr.
B. Because the stqry did mt fi^d ij$ way Jnta
the Times until three years and a h^lf after it*
first appearance, w^ hop'.e. ]^r. B. may notb,edis,
posed to q,u«sUpn *h,e truth of our statement as 1«
the time it was written and originally published
by us. That statement, we can assure him, is corf
ect in every particular.
Keeping up appearances-• Wearing handsomely We dismiss this subject with the remark; that
polished boots with no flbles. "* jf Mr. B. is not guilty of the charge we have pre-
Geltitik ones self to the papers.—;@pjng to bed ferred against him, the relation of even the sime
bet ween-two double Brother Jonathans.
story, in language so Strikingly alike, by two dif-
Sharp sfyooting—Firing off needles.
ferent writers, one of whom was told it upon the
Words in season—A billet-doux in a salt-cellar.
ooean, and the other 4n a distant state,* one of
What burns to keep a secret ?—Sealing wax.
the most singular literary coiocideitteaoiji record.