Republican Advocate Batavia, Genesee Co., NY December 7 1852 FIRE IN STAFFORD. The Woolen Factory owned and carried on by SHAFFER & HARDY, three miles south of Le Roy, on Allen's Creek, was entirely destroyed by fire on Saturday night.--The books of the concern and stock on hand, all were burned. The loss is estimated at $3,000--insured for 1,800 in the Ontario and Livingston Mutual Insurance Company. - Le Roy Gazette. + + Several law students were examined for admission at the recent term of the Supreme Court, in Buffalo, and all rejected. Mr. Justice MARVIN addressed them, on the solemn occasion with tears in his eyes. + + The Buffalo & N.Y. City R.R. is now in excellent running order the entire length, and doing all the business its present stock of cars and locomotives can accomplish.--The two passenger trains that now run each way daily, accommodate way travel by stopping at all the stations--and a very great convenience to citizens along the line. We understand that in the course of a week or two, as soon as engines and cars can be procured, an additional train--a day express--is to be run. Judge HOYT is making himself exceedingly popular as Superintendent, by his regard to the interests and convenience of those who have occasion to travel or do business on the road. - Atica Atlas. + + WELCOME NEWS! We have it in our power to announce, semi-officially, says the Le Roy Gazette, that Le Royans may throw off the effectual barriers to migration imposed by the inclement seasons, and mingle at will with the whole world "and the rest of mankind," on the first of January next, by means of the Canandaigua Railroad. The contractors have entered into formal and binding stipulations to open the road for public travel, from Canandaigua to Batavia at that time. The locomotive whistle will be the most welcome music likely to break upon our ears, even during the holidays. + + AGE OF THE MEN OF THE TIME. President FILLMORE is 52 years old, having been born in Cayuga co., N.Y. MACAULEY, the historian, is 52 years; and so is BANCROFT, the author of the History of America. Abbott LAWRENCE, the late popular and able Minister to the Court of St. James, was born in Groton, Mass., in 1792, and is now consequently about 60 years of age. Edward EVERERT, the new Secretary of State, was born in Dorcaster, Mass., in 1794, and is now 58 years old. Washington IRVING was born in New York in 1783, and is therefore not far from the mature age of 70. Louis Napoleon BONAPARTE, President of France, was born at the Tuilleries in 1806, and is therefore in his 44th year. + + FIVE CHILDREN IN 11 MONTHS! A subscriber informs us that a lady residing near him, presented her husband with three children at one birth, a year ago; and as her landlord was a whole-souled gentleman, he gave the lady fifty dollars as an acknowledgment of her superior skill in household affairs, telling her at the same time that if she would perform the feat again he would give her a farm. With an eye probably on the farm, in just 11 months from the day the three were born she produced a pair of twins. The landlord said she failed to win the farm, but the intention no doubt being fair, the attempt was worth paying for, and he therefore presented her with one hundred dollars. That's what we call a valuable wife, bringing her husband in 5 children, and $150 in 1.1 months. -Literary Museum. + + DIED. In Alexander, Nov. 30th, Jesse HAWKINS, aged 69 years. Mr. HAWKINS was one of the pioneers in the settlement of this town, having come here in 1806, and consequently having lived here from the time, that all this now beautiful and fertile country, was one vast wilderness. He came here poor, but brought with him a strong hand and an honest heart, that gradually raised him to competence and the general esteem and good will of all those who knew him. He was one of those original minds that marks out a course to be persued and never departed from. Humane in his feeling, honestry in his intercourse with others, and a conscientiousness that governed all his actions, that made him a model of a self-taught man. No man ever lived in this town who had the confidence of his fellow citizens to a greater extent than he had. Although averse to public service and always shunnning it when he could, his name at the head of the ticket always brought order out of distraction of the Whig party and made its triumph certain. Peace to his ashes, we shall not soon see his like again. + + A CARD. The undersigned, in taking leave of his patrons and friends in Batavia and vicinity, returns his sincere thanks for the liberal patronage they have extended towards him while a resident among them; and would respectfully recommend to their patronage Dr. J.M. BLAKELY, as his successor. Dr. B. is one of the oldest and most successful practitioners of Homeopathy in Western N.York, and as such, is highly esteemed by all his patrons as a man of energy, promptness, and skill, having always enjoyed an extensive practice. J.F. BAKER, M.D. N.B. Dr. B.'s office is the first door West of Dr. GANSON's office. + + DAYS OF CHILDHOOD. By Eoline. Tonight my spirit lonely wanders back, Thro' many a flower-strewn, thornless, sun-lit track, And, clasping Memory's soft guiding fingers, I follow where the morning dew drop lingers, Back to my sinless childhood's haunts so bright, So flooded o'er with joy's own rich sunlight, Where birds of wildest, sweetest caroling, Flew o'er me, each on light and joyous wing, Nor ever ceased their golden fluttering; Nor e'er forgot their gladsome songs to sing; When clouds were deemed but rainbow-chariots light, And Angel eyes looked down thro' starts at night; When forest pines with dark forms towering high Seemed ever toying with the azure sky; When thoughts of changeful friendship never came, And naught I knew of sadness save a name; When graves were only mossy flowery beds, Where, weary of their sports, men laid their heads, Till Angels bore them on their wings away, To yon unclouded home of endless day. Oh! days of innocence, come once again! That I may tread once more the mossy glen, May list the murmuring of the crystal stream, And revel as of old, in fairy dream-- But no! dark shadows cloud my pathway o'er, And Hope, bereft of pinions, soars no more-- My gushing tears quench joy's faint flickering light And day is merged in one long starless night:-- And is there then no refuge from the blast? No cheering day dawn from the darkened past? No sunbeam purpling gloriously the West, Ere I shall sink to calm and dreamless rest? Ah! yes! I see from out the heaven afar, One glimmering light, one brightly-beaming star; The star of Bethlehem illumes my way, And changes sorrow's night to cheering day: The Sun of Righteousness his glories shed, And brightens e'en the mansions of the dead; Again I soar on golden, heaven-plumed wing, And all my powers to Thee, Oh God! I bring. December 2nd, 1852. + + submitted by Linda C. Schmidt