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ceeded what I have before witnessed in the
usual mode of cultivating this vegetable. It
has been noticed that the top of eacli mound is
formed into a cup or hollow, which is sur-
rounded by a circle or belt of weed. This
prevents the male dust from being dissipated,
and causes the fecundating process to be as
complete as can be wished. — Moorcroft and
Trebeck's Travels.



For " The Friend."
ISLAND OF MAClilKAC.

An octavo book or pamphlet of twenty-nine
pages has a few months since been published,
titFed " The Northern Lakes, a Summer Re-
sidence for the Invalids of the South. By
Daniel Drake, M. D., Professor in tiie Medi-
cal Institute of Louisville, Ky." The purpose
of the writer seems to have been to hold out
inducements to valetudinarians and others of
the south, who in search of health or recre-
ation may leave their warmer latitudes for the
north, to extend their excursions to the north-
ern lakes. The North American Review, in
noticing the publication makes it the occasion
of a very interesting article, from which we
extract as follows. It may be well to add,
that the Island of Machinac, or Michilimachi-
nac, or Machinaw — for it has been designated
under each of these appellations — is situated
at the north-western extremity of Lake Hu
ron, near its junction with Lake Michigan.

Dr. Drake dwells with much delight on the
picturesque features, and traditional and his-
torical associatioDS, of the island of Mackinac.
Probably few or none have visited that sin-
gular and beautiful island with other than a
similar feeling. The voyage, either way,
naturally fits one to relish the novelty it pre-
sents to the eye. It has been the object of
admiration, and even superstitious respect,
among the aborigines, through all their known
history, as is strongly bespoken by their tra-
ditions, and the persevering efforts they still
make, when all other customary motives are
withdrawn, to revisit it, that they may draw
up their canoes upon its pebbly shore, pitch
their lodges beneath the shadow of its lofty
cliffs, and mount to its pinnacle— more than
three hundred feet above the level of the lake
— and dsvell on the glorious scene spread be-
neath and far around. Nature has exhibited
her most freakish hun)ours in this island, and
thrown some of her works into the shapes of
art, as if the latter had designed and executed
them instead of herself. The " Sugar-loaf
Rock" is, as its name imports, a protuberance
of a regular form, rising eighty feel or more
above the surface ; a geological problem that
puzzles the scientific to solve. Wiiether its
cone was thrust up above the common level
by some subsultory fi)rce, leaving the sur-
rounding mass undisturbed ; or whether strata
have been washed away, and left this monu-
ment to mark their former elevation, are
questions that remain to be answered.

The island has also its Leucadian Rock, or
" Lover's Leap ;" an Indian girl, according to



tradition, having, Sappho-like, sacrificed her-
self there for love. It stands, like a pinnacled
turret, on the upper edge of a lofty cliff", form-
ing a leap of nearly two hundred feet. As it
would be unclassical, in such a case, to run
the hazard of being bruised to death on the
rocks beneath, it is presumed that the waters
were, at the time of this sacrifice, at a higher
level than they are now, when a watery grave
could hardly be reached by the most extraor-
dinary effort.

But the most striking object on the island
is the " Arch rock," as it is generally termed.
Dr. Drake speaks of it as a " natural bridge ;"
but to warrant the application of that name, it
should be more passable that it now is, or
probably ever has been. Some light-footed
quadrupeds, and persons adopting the position
of quadrupeds, have attempted to scramble
over its archivolt. It is seen on the eastern
cliffs of the island, where they rise perpen-
dicularly about one hundred and fifty feet
above the lake, its outer abutment resting on
the beach, while the other forms a part of the
main bank. The arch is slightly rampant,
and about thirty feet in span; its sweep is of
a most symmetrical character, though the
rocks are knit together in a rude manner, and
leave the spectator to wonder how, without
keystone, or vovssoii-, or any of the securities
of masonic arrangement, Ihcy hold their place
in the upper air. But the view from above,
giving one, through the aperture, a glance at
the waves f^ir beneath, — and from below, open-
ing a " narrow vista into heaven," are equally
beautiful, and long enchain the eye. Indeed,
there are few, if any, places in the United
States, where a week or more can be passed
away with greater promise of benefit, to the
health and spirits, than at the island of Mack-
inac. It has a labyrinth of quiet, shady walks,
which that week or more could not unravel ;
it has ascents, and descents, which bring, in
healthy succession, every muscle of the sys-
tem into activity ; and it has views from its
apex, where one can turn on the heel through
all the points of the compass, still feasting the
eye on attractive prospects. It has myste-
ries, besides, which lend to it a spice of the
marvellous. A wanderer among the deep and
tangled groves that crown the island, reports
that he stumbled on a fissure in the rocky
mass that outcrops there, into which he was
tempted to cast a stone, which went " nickety-
nock" far down its dark depths, until it
splashed, with a smothered sound, into hidden
waters there. The " rotten limestone," of
which this island is mostly composed, gives it
a cavernous character ; such latent wells are,
therefore, not improbable.

The excursion that is so strongly recom-
mended by Dr. Drake to the invalid and the
unoccupied, who seek for health or recreation.



Falls, where the thought of man is almost lost
in contemplation of the overwhelming gran-
deur of nature, the secrets of whose operations
are there so truly " past finding out ;" and
then embark on a trip over the Lakes, that
they may personally observe the length and
breadth, reflect on the height and depth, and
all the geographical phenomena, which so
peculiarly mark the northern part of our
hemisphere with features of magnificence that
have no parallel in the aspects of the older
world.



has been long known to European travellers,
who seldom cross the Atlantic without also
crossing our Northern Lakes. They tarry
awhile in our cities to look at buildings, ex
amine institutions, watch the ever-shifting
multitude by day, and observe the more sta-
tionary society at night ; take their flight
interior-ward; perch a day or two at the
Springs ; make a much longer pause at the



For "The Frisnd."
THE FOXITE MARTYRS.

Ye sprung not from the proud,

The mighty of the eartli.
No jewelled coronet has lent

Its lustre to your birth,
Upon no herald's blazing scroti

The record of your worth.

Mid England's quiet homes,

From 'neath the cottage tree,
Yc slept unnoticed forth

The light of years to be,
Lowly as those who cast their nets

In the waves of Gallilee.
Humble in worldly eyes.

Yet with minds of giant mould,
At the sounding of your trumpet tongues

Error forsook his hold ;
Ye bearded the tyrant in his den,

Like the prophet seers of old.
Unchecked by courtly frown,

Unarmed by lawless might,
Armed in the panoply of Truth,

Ye battled for the right ;
The weapons of your warfare threw

A blaze of living liglit.

Spiritually bright the beam,

And as rolled the passing hour,
Shining alike on poor and rich,

'I'hrough cot and castle bower,
The mitred priest and belted kni^lit.

Have bowed beneath its power.
Boldly ye sped your course.

In a day of doulit and gloom.
Nor quailed beneath the oppressor's rod.

His dungeon and his doom ;
The martyr's faith ye kept unsoilcd,

And shared the martyr's tomb.

When Pily in life's morn

Iter lesson pure instills,
I've wept upon the storied page

That told me of your ills,
Thrice blessed hours when feeling's founts

Gushed forth like mountain rills.
In manhood's noon with pride,

Dauntless 1 see ye stand.
Your limbs enthralled, but spirits free,

A firm and fearless band.
Braving with Paul a tyrant's wrath.

Your lives within his hand.

Each sepulchre of rest,

While throbs this heart of mine,

Shall live a loved, a cherished spot,
A high and holy shrine.

Hallowed like those the pilgrim seeks
In the vales of Palestine.



THE RIVAL BIRDS OF SOJitJ.

During our stay at Montgoinery, in the
State of Georgia, the weather was delicious,
as much so, indeed, as it is possible to con-
ceive. The thermometer from sixty-five
degrees to seventy degrees, with a fresh



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bracing wind from llie norlh-west, the sky a
deep and clear blue, with small white fleecy
clouds, the air balmy and odoriferous from
the perfume of the surrounding woods, and
the birds full of song from every tree and
every bush. Nothing in the finest days in
England, under the most favourable combina-
tions, ever surpassed it in splendor or beauty.

Of the mocking-birds, we had two fine spe-
cimens in the hotel, each kept in a large cage,
with ample room to display their graceful
movements. They were in size rather less
than the English lark, and in plumage and
shape like the English linnet, with a longer
tail, and colours a grayish blue and white.
One of these was the most beautiful warbler
we had ever heard, and seemed to feel intense
delight in hearing his own notes, which were
poured forth in a full torrent, with infinite
variety, and with but little intermission, from
the earliest hour of morning till noon, when it
relaxed for awhile in its etibrts, but resumed
them in full vigour at the evening song.

Not far from its cage was a beautiful ca-
nary, one of the sweetest songsters of its tribe,
whose notes alternately thrilled and gushed
and warbled from its delicate throat, trans-
porting the ear of the human listener, and
exciting the envy and emulation of its own
feathered rival. When it ceased, and while
its last falling cadence yet filled the air, the
mocking-bird would take up the strain, and in
a full stream of the richest melody pour out
its whole soul in ravishing sounds of ecstasy
and feeling, swelling sometimes into an air of
triumph, then dropping into the deep-toned
gurglings of sorrow or despair, and anon
winging its flight to the topmost range of the
musical scale, and warbling forth its whole
soul in such a frenzy of joy, that it could not
refrain from rising in the air, and clapping its
own wings in token of victory. A pause would
ensue, as if the contest were given up, and (he
superiority of the conqueror in this contest of
melody admitted beyond dispute. But after
a short interval, the beautiful canary-bird
would try another and a richer strain, and
with an earnestness of purpose which swelled
its little bosom, and expanded its whole frame
with the eftlatus of inspiration, it made the
air ring with its melodious and gushing strains,
rapturous, soul-subduing, and enchanting — as
joyous to its own consciousness of power, as it
was evidently astonishing even to its listening
competitor, who stood mute with admiration,
and for a moment appeared overcome with a
sense of its own incapacity to surpass its ex-
quisitely gifted rival — Foreign paper.

TO PRESERVE CUT FLOWERS.

It is now, alas! a long eighteen years ago
since we first saw, in the drawing-room of one
now no more, in the hot dry weather of the
dog-days, flowers preserved in all their fresh-
ness, by the following simple contrivance ; —
A flat dish of porcelain had water poured into
it. In the water a vase of flowers was set ;
over the whole a bell glass was placed with
its rim in the water. The air that surrounded
the flowers, being confined beneath the bell-
glass, was constantly moist with water that



rose into it in the form of vapour. As fast
as the water was condensed, it ran down the
sides of the glass back into the dish ; and if
means had been taken to enclose the water on
the outside of the bell-glass, so as to prevent
its evaporating into the air of the sitting-
room, the atmosphere around the flowers
would have remained continually damp. What
is the explanation of this ? Do the flowers feed
on the viewless vapour that surrounds them ?
Perhaps they do ; but the great cause of their
preserving their freshness is to be sought in
another fact. When flowers are brought into
a sitting-room, they fade because of the dry-
ness of the air. The air of a sitting-room is
usually somewhat drier than that of the gar-
den, and always much more so than that of a
good green-house or stove. Flowers when
gathered are cut off" from the supply of mois-
ture collected for them by their roots, and
their mutilated stems are far from having
so great a power of sucking up fluids as the
routs have. If, then, with diminished powers
of feeding, they are exposed to augmented
perspiration, as is the case in a dry sitting-
I'oom, it is evident that the balance of gain on
the one hand by the roots, and of loss on the
other hand by their whole surface, cannot be
maintained. The result can only be their
destruction. Now to place them in a damp
atmosphere is to restore this balance ; because,
if their power of sucking by their wounded
ends is diminished, so is their power of per-
spiring; for a damp atmosphere will rob them
of no water. Hence they maintain their fresh-
ness. The experiment can be tried by insert-
ing a tumbler over a rosebud in a saucer of
water. — Gardiner^s Chronicle.



THE FRIEND.



EIGHTH MONTH, 13, 1843.



It seems right that we should give some
account of the very remarkable rain-storm
with which this city and the section of coun-
try immediately contiguous, was visited on
Seventh-day, the 5th instant ; but as the daily
papers have published ample details on the
subject, and our space is limited, we must con-
fine ourselves to a mere summary or outline.
The rain commenced falling about 8 o'clock
in the morning, and continued, with but little
intermission, throughout the day. About 7
o'clock in the evening, however, it was at its
height, pouring down in torrents, overflowing
the streets in every direction, and flooding the
cellars of houses in various portions of the
city. The rain was accompanied with light-
ning and heavy claps of thunder. Dock street
from Third to the river was one sheet of
water, about four feet deep, rushing into the
cellars, and destroying a large amount of pro-
perty. Several other parts of the city exhib-
ited a similar appearance, filling the cellars,
and doing gieat damage to merchandise and
property of various descriptions. The violence
of the rain continued for about two hours,
during most of which time there was but little
wind.

Across the western part of the city a tor-



nado or whirlwind passed in a direction from
south-east to a point nearly north-west. Its
force seemed to concentrate a little below the
Permanent Bridge, and some slight damage
was done to that noble structure. From the
lumber-yard, near the bridge, on the south
side of Market street, the boards were taken
up by the wind like shavings, so that the
street in front was in a manner covered with
them ; and some of them were carried several
squares. From thence, taking a course nearly
north, in the direction of Francisville, and so
across the Ridge Road, the furious whirling
blast marked its way not by indiscriminate
devastation, but touching here, and passing
over there, prostrating fences and trees,
toppling down chimneys, unroofing houses,
and in several instances levelling to the
ground, not wooden buildings only, but sub-
stantial brick houses.

At Darby and on Darby creek great des-
truction of properly has taken place in conse-
quence of the sudden rush of the inundation.
At Chester, and on Ridley, Crum, and other
creeks and water courses in that vicinity, the
injury done is still more serious. In both
cases, bridges, fences, houses, barns, factories,
have been destroyed or swept away to a fright-
ful extent, and a number of human lives lost,
say twenty or more, including two or three on
this side the Schuylkill. The following is
part of a letter from Chester, written the next
day, with which we conclude: —

" Chester creek became much swollen, car-
rying on its surface, bridges, machinery from
laclories, carriages, bales of cotton, stacks of
hay, trees, boxes, barrels and casks of various
kinds; the banks were soon overflowed, and
in the short space of one hour, the water rose
about seven or eight feet above the highest
tide known by the oldest citizen here. At this
time the scene was awfully terrific. The rail-
road bridge gave way, and came down with
frighful rapidity ; soon after the chain-bridge
over the great southern post-road went with a
tremendous crash. Kitt's large pattern shop,
together with all his patterns. William Ben-
ton's house. William Kirlin's house, or rather
the stone part of Kirlin's house, are all gone.
William Eyre's board-yard was entirely swept
away, together with his new wharf. Joshua
P. and William Eyre's store-house was com-
pletely emptied of all the valuable goods stored
there ; about 200 tons of coal belonging to the
same firm were swept off'."



Information has been received that our
friends John Pease, of Darlington, Rachel
Priestman, of New Castle-upon-Tyne, and
Isabel Casson, of Hull, England, expected to
embark for this country in the steam-ship Hi-
bernia, which was to leave Liverpool the 4th
instant.



A coloured lad, about fourteen years of
age, and of good habits, wants a place with
a farmer, or mechanic in the country, where
he may be taken care of, and carefully brought
up. Apply at the oflice of" The Friend."

Eighth mo., 1643.



366

For ■■ The Friend."
THE PURITANS AND QUAKERS.

la " The Knickerbocker" of last Sixth
month, an article appeared, over the signature
of N. S. D., defending the ' pilgrim fathers'
for their conduct towards the Quakers. The
course pursued by the author, is unfolded in
the following extract.

" And who were these Quakers, think you,
who were publicly beaten, and in two or three
instances brought to the scaftbld ? Ancestors
of the peace-loving, pure-minded brethren,
whose gentle characters now win the respect
of the whole world ? Fathers and brothers of
the broad-brimmed worthies and demure dam-
sals of our sister city ? Ask them, and see
if they will claim kith with the turbulent spi-
rits who disturbed the worship and outraged
the decent customs of the pious Pilgrims ! In
truth, a more disorganizing and fanatic sect
than were these soi-disant Quakers, never
cursed a peaceful community. I have by me
a letter, written by a clergyman of Salem to
one of my progenitors, which describes the
doings of these people on the Sabbath days.
They made it a special object to disturb every
religious meeting in the town ; lliey paraded
the streets in fantastic garbs ; and on frequent
occasions appeared stark naked in the public
assemblies."

In " The Knickerbocker" of the present
month, we find an answer to the above attack
on the early members of our religious Society,
prefaced by the following observations of the
editor of that magazine.

" A Friend, writing to us from the City of
Brotherly Love, under date of ' Sixth month
loth,' respectfully inquires : ' Will the editor
accept a few remarks on the conmiunication
of N. S. D., from a plain Quaker ; one, whose
ancestors were Quakers, and who, after a
close historical scrutiny, is not ashamed to
claim kith, if he cannot kin, with those of
that profession who were hung on Boston
Common, or were beaten at cart-tails from
village to village, throughout puritanic New
England ?' To which we cheerfully answer :
• Yea, certainly Friend N. Lift up thy voice
against the accuser of the brethren, and wel-
come.' "

The answer is as follows.

" From the days of Cotton Mather down to
the present time, it has been the constant
aim of the defenders of the reputation of the
founders of New England, to cast upon the
early Quakers all manner of aspersions. A
few years since, a writer in the ' North
American Review,' having occasion to allude
to the banishment of Mary Fisher and Ann
Austin, the first Quakers who ever visited the
western world, declared thai it was for molest-
ing and interrupting ministers in their places
of worship. This assertion is also made by a
clergyman of Philadelphia, in a discourse de-
livered on the anniversary of the landing of
the ' Pilgrim Fathers ;' with this addition, that
one of these women went naked into a place
of worship. These charges are not true. I
do not believe the reviewer, nor the Doctor of
Divinity (so called) wilfully misrepresented
the truth ; but I believe them culpable in



THE FRIEND.

taking for granted assertions of writers living
long posterior to the events they describe,
without examining for themselves the original
documents remaining on the subject. The
records of the Massachusells colony, as col-
lected by Hazard, as well as the narratives
published at the time by the friends of the suf-
ferers, conclusively show that neither Mary
Fisher nor Anne Austin had ever set foot on
the shores of New England, until they were
taken as prisoners from the vessel in which
they came passengers, and carried to the jail
of the colony. Deputy-governor Bellingham
having received intelligence that two female
Quakers were in the ship Swallow, then at
anchor in the Bay, commanded that they
should be closely confined therein, and that all
their books should be taken from them, and
burned by the hangman. A writer of that
day, in reference to the person employed to
efl'ect this conflagration, quaintly remarks :
' O, learned and malicious cruelty I — as if an-
other man had not been sufficient to have
burnt a few harmless books, who, like their
masters, can neither fight, strike, nor quar-
rel.' At that time there was no law against
Quakers; but the council deemed that they
were liable to the penalties of a law passed in
1646, against heresy and error, which decreed
to banishment the opposers of the baptism of
infants, and all such as denied the lawfulness
of war. The order of council in this case is
now before me, bearing date 'the 11th of
July, 1656.' It commences with enumerating
the former laws against heretics, and goes on
to say, that, notwithstanding these, Simon
Kempthorn had brought in two Quakers, who,
on examination, are found to hold very dan-
gerous and heretical opinions, which they
acknowledge they came purposely to propa-
gate. It directs that the books of the prison-
ers shall be burned ; that the prisoners them-
selves shall be kept close, and none admitted
to see them without leave from the governor,
deputy-governor, or two magistrates; and that
' the said Simon Kempthorn is hereby enjoin-
ed, speedily and directly to transport, or cause
to be transported, the said persons from hence
to Barbadoes, from whence they came, he de-
fraying all the charges of their imprisonment;
and for the effectual performance hereof, he is
to give security in a bond of one hundred
pounds sterling, and on his refusal to give such
security, he is to be committed to prison till
he do it.'

" Of the four individuals put to death at
Boston, after examining all the records extant
in the respective cases, the apologies issued
by John Norton, and the ' General Court' of
Massachusetts, I am prepared to say, that
there is not the slightest evidence that they
were disturbers of the public peace, or violaters
of public decorum. The charges brought
against them prove indeed that they came to
Massachusetts, alleging it was from a sense of
religious duty, and that while there, as free-
born citizens of England, they refused a volun-
tary submission to laws violating the rights
guaranteed them by Magna Charta, and the
common law of England. I wish not to con-
sume space, but would make a few remarks
on the ' frequent occasions' in which the early



Quakers, according to ' N. S. D.', went ' stark
naked into the public assemblies.' Women of
respectable connections, easy fortunes, liberal
education, and modest demeanor and carriage,
' for preaching the gospel, and for merely com-
ing to New England to look after their' right-
ful possessions, were from lime to time stripped
naked to the waist, and whipped from town-
ship to township; and yet the nice sense of
modesty of the New England folk of that day
was not shocked. In 1664, when these scenes
had been enacted tor seven years, Lydia War-
dell, who had been summoned repeatedly to



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