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As a writer Mr. Brown has no mean reputation. His characteristics as such are similar to his peculiarities as a speaker. There is this difference: his intense love of nature, and of the beautiful everywhere, gushes forth with more ease and freedom in his writings than in his speeches. This is very natural, for the beautiful is born of quiet.

Mr. Brown was born in Preston, Chenango county, New York, in the year 1819. His father was a farmer and carriage maker. He came originally from Connecticut. Thurlow's mother's maiden name was Wood. He learned the carriage-maker's trade in his father's shop, working in it till May, 1839, when, with his parents, he moved into Sterling Cayuga county, New York, working on the farm and in the shop alternately until 1847. He had before this several times ventured to address meetings in the “rural districts” of the county, and had written articles for the local journals, though he had received but a spare common-school education. During the license law contest of 1845 he labored incessantly for the triumph of temperance at the ballot-box. He was often carried by his father from a sick-bed to attend temperance meetings, for the father was full of ardor which he infused into his son. In the latter part of this year Thurlow wrote a series of articles for the Star of Temperance, a weekly journal, published at Auburn, which attracted much attention. Their elo

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quence impressed its patrons as well as its publishers deeply. He was at length invited to occupy its chair editorial. And rough, rustic, and unused to any but country customs, he went to Auburn. In April, 1848, the Star was removed to Rochester, and he withdrew from it. When he took hold of it, its circulation was but four hundred; when he left, it had risen to three thousand--the best compliment any editor can receive. In January, 1819, he issued the first number of the Cayuga Chief, of which he is an editor now. He started with a capital of seve:: dollars, and a circulation of one hundred and seventy! Under his editorship and management it has risen to a circulation of three thousand copies. His mechanical genius is worth noting, and as he had no money to commence his enterprise with, he actually made, with his own hands, much of the furniture of his office. He worked on bravely, industriously, and eloquently. This year he married a woman worthy of himself, and to whom he is ardently attached. Home is his peculiar element; and his “Hearthstone Reveries” give unmistakable evidence that his chief attraction, the center of his happiness, is there. Long may

he live to battle manfully in the cause to which he is so earnestly devoted.

The following, on the death of his beautiful boy, the lovely Willie, is one of the most sweetly pathetic things in our language :

"A BROKEN HOME."

A short time since, we left the cherished idol of our hearth circle in the full promise of health and life, and returned but to see him die! Our home is desolate, for its purest light has faded out.

WILLIE is dead ! O God, how we loved the boy! He was a child of more than rare promise -- a brave, beautiful, noble-hearted being and all manhood in every pulse. His mind was almost masculine, and he wrestled with death with the calm patience and judgment of maturer years.

Would that in the spring-time he had gone to his long nightrest of death, when the flower, and leaf, and tiny blade were bursting out from their earth-sleep to clothe the fields in beauty. But it matters not. He wandered not alone through the dark valley, "for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” The warm sunbeam and raindrop of spring-time will deck the resting-place of the little sleeper with smiles. Little will he heed, however, either sunbeam or cloud on earth, for there is no winter shadow in the eternal summer-sky of bliss.

Blessed hope, that death is not an “eternal sleep!” The beautiful tenement of a soul of two summers will mingle with its pillow of earth; but in the silence of the night-time we shall listen to the tripping of little feet, and the low whispering of a silvery voice; to the sweet rustling of two little angel-wings, and feel the pure touch of a tiny palm upon the feverish cheek. One of the strongest links of earth has been broken but to bind us the closer to heaven. God's will be done!

The little playthings are all put away. A deep tide of

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bright hopes has been rolled back in a bitter flood upon the heart. Crushed and broken, we bow to the storm that has swept our earth, and thank God that there is a better world than this for the child.

-WILLIE! our own loved, beautiful, gentle boy, goodnight!

ARE OUR ONLY SAFEGUARDS AGAINST

ATROCIOUS JUDGES! LIVES OF JUDGES,

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INFAMOUS AS TOOLS OF TYRANNY AND INSTRUMENTS OF OPPRESSION.

BY JOHN, LORD CAMPBELL.

WITH AN APPENDIX, Containing the Case of Passmore Williamson.

EDITED, WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND NOTES,

BY RICHARD HILDRETH. In One Volume, 420 pp. 12mo., Muslin. Price $1 00. Judicial Tyranny is comparatively new in our history, On the integrity and purity of the Bench we have been accustomed confidently to rely, for the protection and sectie rity of our persons and our property., Events, however, have recently transpired which have materially shaken public confidence in the safety of that reliance. The various man-hunting excursions which have, within the last few years, been made into the north, and the numerous trials, including the Jerry, the Sims, the Burns, and similar cases, and the crowning act of infamy enacted by Judge Kane upon Passmore Williamson, have excited the profoundest indignation and alarm. The Publishers believe, therefore, that this amply attested and clearly drawn record of what judges have done, will lead the people to see what, if unchecked, judges may still do.

"ATROCIOUS JUDGES" AND THE PRESS, Recent events showing the evident tendency of the judiciary to servility and obsequence to power, renders this publication at this time both appropriate and necessary. In England the crown has ever made the judges, and they have often been the most servile supporters of arbitrary prerogative; and no instrument of tyranny is so effective in subverting popular liberty as a corrupt and servile judge.-Ontario Times.

This is a work which should be in the hands of every one. It is a biographical history of all the infamous judges of the times of James I. down to and including the reign of Charles II.-American Sentinel.

Through the recital of the atrocious acts of sixteen judges, even in those days of primitivo law-drawn from the most unquestionable authority –Hildreth seeks to open the eyes of this nation to the judicial iniquities of the past, and to elevate them as beacon lights to warn us of the result of the struggle now going on in this land to make slave interest superior to law. God speed it in the performance of its important mission in the contest yet undetermined, between slaveholding despotism and republican equality.-- American Spectator.

There are some names in the history of mankind which are doomed to be forever infamous. They are those of men who, being sworn to act judicially with the utmost impartiality, have made their offices engines for the injury and wrong of the people. The present work has evidently been prepared in consequence of the excitement which sprung up throughout the country because of the imprisonment of Passmore Williamson.

Philadelphia Sunday Mercury. This neat volume meets a want of our times. The recent infamous conduct of a member of our federal judiciary bas particularly opened the way for it, and we apprehend it will be eagerly sought after.--Syracuse Chronicle.

The characters and deeds of those who have been instrumental, in the character of judges, in bringing disgrace deep and foul upon the "ermine of justice.”—Independent Examiner.

Among our British forefathers it was the despotism of a monarch that was sought to be established; here in America the despotism of some 200,000 petty tyrants, more or less, in the shape of so many slaveholders.---Boston Atlas.

MILLER, ORTON & MULLIGAN, Publishers, '25 Park Row, NEW YORK, and 107 Genesee-st., AUBURN.

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