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MONUMENT TO GENERAL HUMPHREYS.

Portuguese soldiers. On the 10th of April, 1802, they were embarked in the Tagus, on board the ship Perseverance, of two hundred and fifty tons. In about fifty days they were landed at Derby, in Connecti cut; they having been shifted at New York on board a sloop destined to that river."

Soon after this General Humphreys commenced the establishment of manufactories, to which I have before alluded, at Humphreysville The cloths that were produced here were highly valued. Some of the first satinet manufactured at this place was sold as high as $4 per yard. When Mr. Madison took his oath of office as president, he was dressed in a full suit of American woolens, of which Colonel Humphreys's manufactory furnished the coat, and Chancel

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"O may my guidance from the downs of Spain | lor Livingston's the waistcoat and small

Lead a white flock across the western main;
Famed like the bark that bore the Argonaut,
Should be the vessel with the burden fraught!
Clad in the raiment my Merinos yield;
Like Cincinnatus, fed from my own field;
Far from ambition, grandeur, care, and strife,
In sweet fruition of domestic life;
There would I pass, with friends, beneath my
trees,

What rests from public life, in letter'd ease."

This wish was subsequently gratified. On his departure from Spain he purchased a flock of one hundred of the best selected Merino breed of sheep. In his " Dissertation on the Breed of Sheep called Merino,"

he says:

"Convinced that this race of sheep, of which, I believe, not one had been brought to the United States until the importation by myself, might be introduced with great benefit to our country, I contracted with a person of the most respectable character, to deliver to me, at Lis

bon, one hundred, from one to two years' old. They were conducted, with proper passports, across the country of Portugal, by three Spanish shepherds, and escorted by a small guard of

clothes.

General Humphreys had, at one time, several hundred sheep. Many were sent to the West through his agents; he never transacted any business of this kind himself. The bucks were occasionally sold as high as two thousand dollars, and afterward resold, in parts, at considerably admanded the highest price, old Doctor vanced prices. When the sheep comDanae, of New Haven, asked him, "Why don't you sell your sheep, general?" "Doctor Danae," he replied, "you know a greal deal more about divinity than you do about Merino sheep."

About the time of the Merino sheep mania, or a little before, the otter breed of sheep attracted considerable attention here. They were supposed to have been a cross between the otter and the native sheep. This species could not be successfully propagated. General Humphreys sent out a skeleton of this breed to Sir Joseph

Banks, who gave it to Mr. Pritchard, the celebrated comparative anatomist, who pronounced it to be a scrofulous breed. These sheep were highly valued, on account of their short legs and quiet habits.

For these last-mentioned facts I am indebted to Doctor Eli Ives, of New Haven. I must beg my lady readers will pardon me for introducing the following from the same source. My informant did not vouch for its authenticity, but said that, in the height of the Merino sheep speculation, it was currently reported that there was one woman in Humphreysville who knocked an infant child in the head, in order to bring up a Merino lamb in its place.

From 1802 until 1812 Colonel Humphreys devoted himself almost exclusively to agricultural and manufacturing pursuits. His introduction of the Merino sheep was an important and valuable accession to the agricultural and manufacturing interests of the country. So important was this event deemed at the time, that the "Massachusetts Society for the Promotion of Agriculture" recorded it upon a gold medal which they presented to him, with appropriate devices, and a complimentary inscription.

In 1812 Colonel Humphreys took command of a corps of state troops, composed of "volunteers exempt by law from military duty." He was then commissioned as the special commander, with the rank of brigadier-general. His public services terminated with the limitation of this appointment.

The portrait of General Humphreys accompanying this article is from an engraving in "Herring's Portrait Gallery," from the original by Gilbert Stuart in the Trumbull Gallery at New Haven. To the very interesting biographical account of General Humphreys published in that work, the writer is indebted for many facts contained in this notice

The occasional literary pictions of General Humphreys were first collected in 1804, and published in an octavo volume, dedicated "To the Duke de Rochefoucault." His poem addressed "To the Armies of the United States of America" was translated into French by the Marquis de Chastellux. In the volume to which I refer are poems "On the Happiness of America,” ," "On the Future Glory of the United States," "On the In

dustry of the United States," "On the Love of Country," "On the Death of General Washington." In prose, the “ Life of General Putnam," "Dissertation on the Merino Sheep," etc., etc.

General Humphreys received, while in active life, the degree of Doctor of Laws from three American colleges, and was associated as member or fellow with numerous literary associations both in Europe and America. He died of an organic affection of the heart, at New Haven, 21st February, 1818, aged 65 years, and was interred in the old cemetery of that city. The monument seen in the illustration is composed of granite, and is about twelve feet in height. The Latin inscription upon it was written by his early and faithful friend John Trumbull. It is upon two tablets of copper, inserted into the sides of the pedestal. The following is a translation of it:

"David Humphreys, Doctor of Laws, Member of the Academy of Sciences of Philadelphia, Massachusetts, and Connecticut; of the Bath [Agricultural] Society, and of the Royal Society of London. Fired with the love of country and of liberty, he consecrated his youth wholly to the service of the Republic, which he defended by his arms, aided by his counsels, adorned by his learning, and preserved in harmony with foreign nations. In the field he was the comcolonel in the army of his country, and companion and aid of the great Washington, a

mander of the Veteran Volunteers of Connecticut. He went Embassador to the courts of

Portugal and Spain, and returning enriched his native land with the true golden fleece. He was a distinguished historian and poet; a model and patron of science, and of the ornamental and useful arts. After a full discharge of every duty, and a life well spent, he died on the 21st day of February, 1818, aged 65 years."

MIND LITTLE THINGS.-Mr. Emerson, in his lectures on New England, relates the following anecdote: An opulent merchant in Boston was called on by a friend in behalf of a charity. At that time he was admonishing his clerk for using whole wafers instead of halves; his friend thought the circumstances unpropitious, but to his surprise, on listening to the appeal, the merchant subscribed five hundred dollars. The applicant expressed his astonishment that any person who was so particular about half a wafer should present five hundred dollars to a charity; but the merchant said, "It is by saving half wafers, and attending to such little things, that I have now something to give."

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HARPUR'S REMORSE ON BEING CHARGED WITH HIS INGRATITUDE TO HIS FRIEND.

COALS OF FIRE.

is a Scriptural expression; you will find it in connection with what seems a strange and unintelligible declaration in one of Paul's epistles. A little narrative will make the apostle's reasoning clear, and may possibly be of some practical benefit to you, reader, to-day. If you have no opportunity of testing it just at present, treasure it up: it is more than probable, a thousand to one at least, that such a time will come.

in every man's history which are guarded with jealousy from the prying curiosity of friends, neighbors, and acquaintances. There are also, in the history of most men's lives, occurrences, not altogether secret and hidden, but the memory of which inflicts many a sharp pang, and whose memorials are gladly consigned to oblivion. There is a false shame, too, which sometimes causes us to blush more deeply at the remembrance of some byIt has been said that there are secrets gone innocent but unfortunate contre

temps, than at the consciousness of more glaring faults and misdoings.

Abraham Reid was not without this weakness. He was susceptible of ridicule; and perhaps there were few men who had, in the course of their lives, less exposed themselves to the assaults of this terrible bugbear than he. But there was one weak and assailable point in his history, which he would gladly have blotted out if he could. It was a painful reminiscence of a matrimonial disappointment, which had tinged his life with a shade of sobriety, if not of melancholy; but which, notwithstanding this, was attended by circumstances which he fancied were supremely ridiculous.

Happily for his peace of mind, these circumstances were but little known; and, exercising the wise discretion of author- | craft, we do not intend to reveal them. But neither were they altogether unknown. One confidante, and only one, apart from his faithful and sympathizing sister, shared in the knowledge; and that one was his once friend, whom he had rescued from ignominy and loaded with benefits-Charles Harpur.

"Capital, capital! That will do famously. But, I say, rather sharp upon poor Reid, too, isn't it?"

"O! all fair at election time, you know. It will take, then, you think?"

"Of course it will; we'll have it printed to-day. By the way, who wrote it?"

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Harpur. Really a clever fellow that." "Clever, and not over-scrupulous. Now, if I were in Harpur's place, I would as soon have had my fingers cut off, as have written that on paper."

"Really, you don't say so! Why ?" "Why! why there is not another man who has done so much for Harpur as Reid has. He was the making of him, that's all." "Ah! well, that was a long time ago, I suppose. They have been no very great cronies lately, and there seems to be a hitch somewhere. Harpur tells me that Reid insulted him once in some money transactions, and wanted to crow over him about some old grievance or another, and now he means to take it out of him.' So, of course, if he likes to do it, 'tis nothing to anybody else; and this will tell. I shouldn't wonder at its driving Reid off the field; for he won't like being made a laughing-stock."

"We'll have it printed by all means; but, I say, this is a funny affair, this courtship. I never heard of it before. Is there any truth in it?”

"As true as can be, Harpur says; and he knew all about it at the time. But true or not, it does not matter; for you see, if it isn't true, why, then, 'tis another Abraham that's meant, that's all."

Now this, or some such conversation, passed between two active committeemen on the eve of an important election at which Reid was a candidate; and the next day, among other electioneering papers, and placards, and squibs of various kinds, which were plentifully fired off, and scattered, and posted, was a witty brochure, entitled, “ Abraham's Courtship; or, Many a Slip 'tween the Cup and the Lip.”

What Abraham's courtship had to do with the election, or that it could have nothing to do with it, was a matter of little consequence. The story, distorted and ridiculously caricatured, served the purpose of raising a laugh against a staunch opponent, and this was just what was intended; for, gross as was the libel, there was no mistaking for whom it was intended; and it was too nice a tit-bit of scandal to be disregarded.

Our friend Abraham, however, was for a time happily unconscious of the shaft which had been aimed at his reputation for wisdom and gravity, and was at a loss to interpret some distant allusions which reached his ears, and merry smiles which met his eyes. But at last a friend put into his hand the obnoxious paper. He knew at once the quiver whence that shaft had been taken, and the hand that had aimed it; and, with a bitter exclamation, he folded the Hudibrastic satire, and, with a trembling hand, placed it in his pocket-book.

"He shall repent this, if he lives and I live," he said; "the ingrate! the traitor!"

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speedy revenge in kind by directing one gleam from the lamp of truth to a dark niche in the history of the past? Was not Charles Harpur afraid of its being known the next day, through all Mudborough, how few steps there had once been between him and black ruin? Did he not consider how ill past delinquencies would couple and comport with the credit of his present commercial position?

"I do call him enemy- a bitter, cold, unfeeling, malicious, calculating, calumniating enemy."

"Love your enemies,' then, dear brother; these are not my words, you know; 'do good to them that hate you;' though, after all, I do not believe that Mr. Harpur can hate you."

people ?"

"Be not overcome with evil; but overcome evil with good;' and these, again, are not my words."

"I verily believe he does, Clara; there are some men that seem to take in a fresh Well, it is not unlikely that he had stock of dislike for every benefit they reconsidered this, and was not at all afraid.ceive; and what can you do with such There is an old sentence written in an old book, dear reader, and written elsewhere too, if we are not mistaken: "The righteous is more excellent than his neighbor." There is a world of truth here, reader; and you know it. Charles Harper knew it, at all events; and while violating the sanctity of confidence and friendship, he felt perfectly at ease in the conviction that his secret was firmly locked in the bosom of his former friend. "He won't retort upon me; he won't betray me; I know he won't. It would be against his principles to do it."

Verily, "the righteous is more excellent than his neighbor ;" and his neighbor knows it.

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"It is very hard, sister; I really believe I could have done almost anything for that man once."

"You don't do yourself justice, Abraham; you would do anything in reason and prudence and justice to-morrow, if need were, and you had the opportunity. And, after all, dear brother, you take this too much to heart. What harm can these silly, nonsensical verses do you? Isn't it a good thing they have nothing worse to lay to your charge?"

"What harm! Why, they won't break my bones, of course; but you should have been with me this evening, Clara, as I was coming home, and heard what I heard from a pack of half-drunken wretches that stop

"I am afraid I shall never be able to forgive him." It was the third time that evening the evening after the election was over, as our readers may remember-ped up the road, and wouldn't let me pass that Abrabam Reid had uttered these till they had shouted that fellow's doggrel words: "no, I think I never can." in my ears."

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Yes, you will, Abraham," said his sister, with a kindly smile; "it is unkind, treacherous, wicked; but for all that you will forgive him."

"But, Clara, you do not know how it wounds me. If it were anybody else, I could bear it. But to think, after all that has passed between us, that he-he -should sport with my feelings in this way, and turn my very sorrows into a jest, and expose my weaknesses; it is too bad."

"How oft shall my brother trespass against me, and I forgive him?' Clara

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quoted these words again, and took Abraham's hand, and looked mildly in his face, in her calm and peaceful way.

"Brother!" exclaimed Mr. Reid, passionately: "my brother! a pretty brother Charles Harpur has proved himself!"

"Call him enemy, then, dear Abraham; and what follows?"

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