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Our facilities for doing all kinds of Job Printing superior to any other establish ment in the county. Orders by mail promptly filled. All letters should be ad dressed, J. R. DURBORROW & CO From the Daily Graphic. "Der Raven." 'once upon a midnight dreary, as I come home party beery, Und laid me down übon der sofa, rind party soon pecan to shnore; I thought I heard some beobles talking and a noise like some von valking On der new laid "Nicholas Bafement," on der out side off my door On der vooden "Nicholas Bafement," on der out side off my door, Only dis and someting more. Yes, extinctly I remember, id vas der ninety fourth ov Ootember, Lind each "Nicholas Bafement member" had peen a wlek outside my door; I hoped dey'd pe sway to-morrow, but I thought I'd dry and borrow Two or tree fifo dollar Villiams, 'eause I didn't haf no more; Bnt dey all said (ley vas busted, so I didn't got some more, Only dis un 1 someting more. "Sir," I said, "you vill oxcoose me, and I know you vent abuse me, But it vill so much amuse me, ov you told me please some more, Vy you come to-night, ahem! vcn id's dwelve o'clock, P. 51? 'Cause der neighbors you vill vake dcm knocking at my up-shtairs door," I took der lighd and bulled der knob, nod obened out my up shtairs door, Only noting nod noting mere. Und I thought dot awful funny. und again I cried out, "Sonny. Or you haf got bicnty money, come inside und close der door." But efferytiug vas gust so quiet, und I carob book mid der lighd. Bed sat on der sofa by id, und heerd der some noise like before; Heard some feller knocking vildly on de ondside or my door. 'Cud I vent up shtairs vonce more. Den der door I °boned videly, ven some man rushed in quite wildly In a Tay I didn't link politely, inside ov my owl side door; tnd I said id's some poor duffer. vat for gotten tighd must suffer. tad der very shtrict polices to catch him by my door, He euehred Matsell's shtrict bolices on der outside ov my door; Only die and someting more. Soon I lit another lighd, cause I rant to be bo lite, But hoped ho vouldn't shtay all nighd. sitting on mine barlor floor, Von all ova suddenly I bethought me, and mine inshtincts quickly taught me, Ov a club, vat I had pought me, vat could shtard him off my floor; Ov a beetle hickory glob shtick, vat vould ethard him off my floor, Only dis and someting more. But I thought pefore I'd use him, pefore lehtarted to abase him. Bat my eyes they shouldn't lose him I could shpoke to him come more; To see ov he had blayed some game, so I nearer to him came, tad I told him "Vat's your name? so ve can gon- verse some more: Tell me vot is on der door-blate on der inside or your door ?" Und be answered, "Nefermere." Den I thought der air grew thicker, shmeld ov dis bad five cent liquor, Till id made me fell much sicker: id vas now 'bound haf-peed four ; Used I said, inside mine mind, dot I couldn't pe so kind, But would bounce him from pehind outside or mine chamber door, Dot I'd take him vrom de neck, and put him out side ov my door, But something sung oud, "Nefermore." "Come look at me and take mine varninr, for dis old ebtuff your life your pawning You'd baf a shvelled bead in der morning, but yu yont got tigbd some more; Got up, I say, and go sbcott free; got up I ray, nod led me pe, Or I'll make murder by der eceend degree, and dot's all rigbd by der new law ; I'll go to Sing Sing, but got bardoned yen I'm dero tree years or four," But be answered, "Nefermore." Dote blayed oud, you awful loafor, you rot is purty much tighd all ofer ; Take your feed off my new sofa; take yourself oud or my door ; My shvallow-head coat, see hew you've torn her so as I cannot no more pawn her, Dere's a beer saloon upon der corner; don't you blease come back some more; the nod shtay and on der corner, and don't you blease come back some more, But he answered, "Nefermore." Und as I'm welding he is shtaying, and no syla bnb is saying, Llnd no kind ov board is paying, though be owes tree veeks or more; Und in his voice dere is a rumble, like a bee vat's got a bumble • But dot man vill nefer tumble, and be vent go home some more; So I take him by der 5e13.6011, for be vont go home some more, Only dis and noting more. ght Morm-Belltr. THE MISSING WHALEMAN. Our first mate was in a towering passion. The captain's son, William Wren, fourth officer, and the mate's boat steerer, had called him a white-headed old lubber, because he, (the first mate) had struck the cabin boy—Tom Cutter—a favorite with Wren In truth the poor youth had not de served the blow he received. lle had ac cidentally spilt a cup of hot coffee which, in the cold latitude of the Arctic ocean, was often the first thing partaken of by the mate when he came on deck in the morning. But the poor cabin boy is often a mark for the spleen of all hands. From the captain to the cook he is kicked and cuffed whenever his elders happen to feel like exercising themselves in this manner. Aboard merchant vessels boys are often little better treated than dogs with brutal masters. They are over-worked, not only by the officers but also by the old sailors, who make them do the "dirty work" aboard ship. That is the reason why a sensible sea men will never advise, nor approve of, boys going to sea. Besides these disadvantages, a lad going away from kind, christian parents, often becomes demoralized by the coarse associ ates with whom he mingles. The bad treatment alone to which he is subjected has this effect. It would have fared much worse with the cabin boy aboard the Tigress—of which vessel I am now writing—but for the kindness of Miss Temple, the captain's niece, a beautiful young lady of seventeen, who had accompanied her uncle ostensibly for her health, but in reality, if the truth must be known, that she might be near William Wren, whom she deeply loved and to wham she was engaged. Marian Temple was indeed a lovely creature. Her long, brown hair fell down her shoulders in heavy masses; her neck was as white as marble, her eyes large and of a hazel color, lighted her regular yet ever varying features with a scintillating sort of glow, which was well calculated to attract. BUSINESS CARDS, LEGAL BLANKS, PAMPHLETS Often this young lady would interfere where a rope's end was about being applied to little Jack's back. On the morning in question Marian had not yet come up. William, however, emerged from the companionway to see the lad crying. He questioned him, to learn that Mr. Barkton had struck him. at pogo' Amur. BY ROGER STARBUCK HUNTING-DON, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1873 "You are a white-headed old lubber," said Wren, to the first mate ; "bow would you like to be struck in that way, your self," pointing at the lad's bruised and swollen lip. "It's none of your business," screamed Barkton. "Yes it is : it is the business of every humane man to prevent a lad'sbeing struck by any person except by his own father." "And so you—an officer here, yourself, wish to uphold the little scamp above me!" As he spoke he paced the deck, furiously. When the captain came up a moment later, Barkton told him that his son had interfered between him and his duty. "How is that, Bill ?" said the captain. Bill at once explained. "I would not have blamed the lad," be added, "had he picked up a hand-spike, and retaliated by striking the mate over the head with it." "You wouldn't, el. ?" .creamed Bark ton. "Just hear that, captain !" "You go too far, Bill," said the skip. per. 'I will go yet farther," answered Bill, and say that 1, myself, have a mind to chastise him for it.' The mate was now unable to contain himself. Ho shook his clenched fists at Wren, declaring that he would kill him, if he ever laid hands on his person. Wren laughed. The captain here interposed. "Come men," said he, "don't let us have any more of this. We are not here to fight among ourselves, but to fight whales." Wren, for his father's sake, said no more. He and the first mate, however, felt, from that moment, that they were enemies. Miss Temple soon heard of what had oc curred. One evening she was by her lover's side on the quarter deck, looking very pretty in her thick fur coat, round velvet hat, and red feather. In the east the moon was just rising, throwing a flood of silver light over the smooth water and flooding the numerous bergs floating by with an almost unearthly radiance. "William," said Marian, gently, "I feel very uneasy about it, and would much rather you would no longer act as boat steerer for the first mate." "And why not ?" "I don't know, but, somehow, I feel very uneasy about it, and would much rather you belonged to some other boat. I have seen Barkton, ever since your dif ficulty with him, look at him in a way that shows that he would injure you if' he could." You are mistaken. The man has his faults, but I don't think he would hold a grudge in that way." "It's hard to tell," said Marian, sha king her pretty head. "Promise me that you will get removed to some other boat." "I cannot promise you that, "• he an swered. "I have given my word to act as harpooner fbr the first mate, and it would not, therefore, he right for me to do other wise." Marian sighed, but said no mere. Somehow she was unable to sleep that night. Next morning the cry of "There blows !" proclaimed that whales were sighted. In a moment all was burry and excite. meat aboard. A school of bowbead whales were seen about three miles off. "Call all hands ! Clear away the beats !" screamed the captain. Marian had come on deck. Pale as a lilly she stood, watching the boats-as they descended, splashing into the water. "Lookout for yourself," she said, in a low tone to Wren, as he went past her to get into the larboard boat. The young man merely smiled. The next moment the boats were putting away from the ship, which lay with her main yard hauled aback, as is usual in such cases. The boats pulled until they were out of sight of the vessel, which by this time, the wind having died away, was becalmed. Hours passed, and still no sign of them was seen. Marian was pale with anxiety. Even the captain, who on this occasion bad not lowered, walked his quarter-deck uneasily. "What can have become of them," said Marian, walking over to the captain and laying a hand on his arm. "I don't know, it really does look strange." Another hour passed.. Still no sign of the boats. The sun was now low in the horizon, evening was throwing long-pointed shad ows upon the sea from the numerous bergs floating past the vessel. Upon some of these bergs the shining seal crawling would lift its unearthly eyes to Marian's face, as if in sympathy with her feelings. Tears were now gathering in her brown orbs. Her bosom heaved, and she could scarcely repress her sobs. "Heaven help him wherever he may be." she muttered. Time passed ; gloomy shadows gather ed ; the stars came out—the moon rose— s cold, clear night! Still the captain paced his quarter-deck with sharp look-outs posted all over the vessel, and still poor Marian, stifling her sobs, leaned over the quarter-rail. Sud denly she fancied she saw a black speck upon the water through a vista among the icebergs. She notified the captain, who soon had his night-glass leveled. He dropped the glass and turned pale. "For heaven's sake !" gasped Marian, "what do you see ?" "A boat with one man in it !" "Only one?" "Ay, ay, niece, that is all !" The ship was headed for the boat, which soon came along side. Mr. Barkton, cold and shivering, his garb covered with icicles, stepped aboard. "Well ?" said the captain, impatiently. "For Heaven's sake, a little rum first," said Barkton, turning pale, and shunning Marian's gaze. The captain having called to the steward to furnish the rum the mate was soon gratified. "Well," he said, after drinking deep draughts of the hot liuqor, "we pulled after them whales, do you see, but' they led us on a sort of a wild goose chase until near night, when the second mate got fast, and all the other boats followed him and I was the only one left to follow the other whales. If those fellows haven't come aboard yet I suppose it is because they are waiting for the tarn of the current to tow the whale to the ship." The captain's eyes brightened. "That isn't so bad, Mr. Barkton, upon my word," said the skipper, joyfully rub- bing his hands. The mate showed no joy. His whole face was pinched and wrinkled, as if with some troublesome thought, and he kept pouring the runi down his throat. "For Heaven's sake, stop," said the captain, "or you will be as drunk as a fiddler." He pulled the bottle from the mate's hand. "You are afraid of your liquor. You begrudge it !" screamed the mate. "I must have more." "Let that be my answer," cried the captain, throwing the bottle overboard. "But what ails you. man ? You look pale, and how you tremble." "Where is he? Where is William Wren ?" asked Marian, her eyes burning on the mate like coals of fire. "Ay, and all the rest of your clew ?" chimed in the captain. "I will tell you," said the mate, knit ting his brows yet more closely. "You see we got fast at dark to a whale. Our boat was dragged alor.g through the ice. Suddenly it went over so far that all the men in it except myself and the youth, Toni Cuttle, who pulled the bow oar, were spilled out upon the ice. "As I was anxious to secure the whale, I did not cut, hoping to kill it when it should come up, with the help of Tom Cuttle. 'Well, I had to cut from it, after all, when I was many miles from the place where the men had been spilled out." "So you couldn't tell where they are?" "No ; but I dare say they are all safe. I forgot to mention that Tom Cuttle was caught by the line and dragged under while I was endeavoring to get at that whale." "A strange thing to forget," thought the captain. Moreover, lie did not like the mate's manner, which was singularly unnatural. As to Marian, she felt uneasy. A strange foreboding seemed to tell of evil —to whisper to her heart that Barkton had not told the whole truth. All that night the captain, now having a good breeze, cruised hither and thither for that portion of the crew whom the mate had stated were left on the ice. Next morning, the other boats with the•whale, came alongside. The massing men, how• ever, could not be found. • - All that day and the next the captain vainly searched flu. them. :Marian was almost distracted. In the afternoon of the second day all aboard be held a horrible sight. A huge, wounded whale came up close to the ship, haring a living body pinned, apparently with a har poon. The creature sounded ere the spec tators could obtain a distinct view of the apFarition, but Marian, with a wild shriek, exclaimed that she believed it was the body of William \Vren they had seen. "Heaven forbid !" groaned the captain ; "and yet me thought it did look like him!" Others of the crew thought so too. Meanwhile all had noticed the aggita tion of Barbton at sight of that whale with the dead body attached. The mate had turned livid, while he hook like an aspen. The same pinched, wrinkled expression the captain had previously noticed seemed to come again, and remain upon his parch ment-hued face. An hour after the whale had disappear ed, the man aloft reported some persons on an iceberg to leeward. Instantly there was a great commotion throughout the ship. The vessel was headed for the berg. and the men picked up were found to be all those missing except William Wren. Half frozen and' starved, it was some time before they were fit to be questioned. They then corroborated the mate's story about the boat being capsized, and their being spilled out. "Was William Wren among you?" in quired the captain. They could not say—it was so dark at the time—but they thought not, or they would have seen him, unless indeed his body went down between the borges, when he fell out of the boat and got under. The captain was soarly puzzled. Stronger than ever became his convic tion that the man pinned to the whale was Wren, and that it was Barkton who had performed the horrible deed. Days and weeks passed and still there was no further news of the missing fourth mate. One morning up came that whale again, right ahead of the ship, with the body pinned to it. The harpoon had gone right through the form, and fastened to the whale, show ing that the situation of the corps could' not be the mere result of accident. The clothing had now all become torn from the body, while the disfigured face was unrecognizable. All hands, however; believed it. to be William Wren, and again many stern glances were directed at the mate, who, as before, showed singular agitation. II is whole frame trembled, and he seem ed transfixed to the deck, as his eyes, ap parently by some strange fascination, were turned upon the body. Before a boat could be lowered down went the whale, and was next seen far to windward, where it would be impossible to capture him. Poor Marian was nearly distracted. Her excitement.threw her into a brain fever, from which she would never, proba bly, have recovered but for a most unex pected circumstance—the reappearance of William Wren; alive and well. Coming aboard from another whale ship the captain had spoken, he stated that his vessel had picked hint up, after he had remained on the ice for two days. On be ing spilled out of the boat, he had gone down beneath the ice, but, by swimming rapidly some distance under water, lie had saved himself, clutching another berg when he arose to the surface. The darkness had prevented his seeing his shipmates, whom he did not know had been also spilled out. The berg drifted with the current, and a mist, the next morning, still kept his shipmates out of sight. Half famished and frozen, he finally sighted and signalled the vessel which had picked him up. The men now wondered whose body it was they had seen fastened to the whale. Barkton had said he knew nothing about it, and all hands were now inclined to be lieve him. Finally, for a third time the ghastly ob ject was seen, and a boat being now lower ed, the whale was captured. The mato had refused to go down, saying that no good would come of hunting a whale with a dead man attached. This bad been charged to his supersti• tious notions; but when the whale was captured, and the harpoon dislodged from the body, the mate's name was found upon the weapon, and on the body a ring which was recognized as the property of Tom Cattle. Cuttle had been frightened—when the whale came up, and while the mate was trying to kill it—to a degree which had caused him to disobey orders. This so en raged Barkton that he flung a harpoon et the youth, who, seeing it aimed at him fell upon the whale. The harpoon struck him while he was in this position, passing through his body and pinning him to the leviathan. We have to add that Barkton was hung for his crime. Marian and her husband now live happily in a little stone cottage near Sag Harbor. Years have passed singe the events recorded, but the husband and wife often think, with a shudder, of that terrible spectacle of the harpooned body fast to a whale. pang fa at ail Winn. Soft Pillow, Whitefield and a pious companion were much annoyed one night at a public house by a set of gamblers in the room adjoin ing where they slept. Their noisy clamor and horrid blasphemy so excited White field's abhorrence and pious sympathy that he could not rest. "I will go to them and reprove their wickedness," he said. His companion re monstrated in vain. He went. His words of reproof fell apparently harmless upon them. Returning, he laid down to sleep. His companion asked him rather sharply : "What did you gain by it ?" "A soft pillow," he said patiently and soon fell asleep. Yes a soft pillow is the reward of fidel ity, the companion of clear conscience. It is a sufficient remuneration for doing right in the absence of all other rewards. And none know more truly the value of a soft pillow than those parents whose anxie tj for wayward children is enchanted by a consciousness of neglect. There who faithfully rebuke and properly restrain them by their christian deportment and religious counsels can sleep quietly in the day of trial. Parents. do your duty now, in the fear of God, and when old age comes on, you may lie down on a soft pillow. "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it." A Farmer's Mistake, When "boarding round" was the fashion with school teachers. Farmer A., on com ing to the house at tea-time, was introduced to tha sehoolma'am. In a moment he perceived a strong odor of musk which came from the schoolma'am's clothing. He, entirely ignorant of the cause, charg ed it upon Ponto, who had a strong pro pensity for musk rats, and at once repri manded him. "Ponto, you scamp, you have been kill ing musk rats; go out of doors, sir, and get sweetened off." But Ponto did not stir, and Farmer A. spoke again more sharply : "Get out; you'll scent the whole house." The schoolma'am, by this time, was blushing red as crimson, while the boys and girls could scarcely keep from bursting into laughter. One of them, unnoticed, at last made their father understand how the matter stood, and lie, of course, drop ped the subject. The evening passed away rather awkwardly with all, and the teacher failed to return the next day. On her account the affair was kept quiet until after she left the neighborhood, when many were the hearty laughs had over Farmer A's. error and the schoeltua'am's discomfiture. She omitted musk there after. What an Old Man has Noticed. I have noticed that all men are honest when well watched. I have noticed that purses will hold pennies as well as pounds. I have noticed that in nearly all things money is the main object in view. I have noticed that inorder to be a rea sonable creature it is necessary at times to be downright mad. I have noticed that some men are so honest that necessity compels them to be dishonest in the end. I have noticed that whatever is, is right, with the exceptions—the left eye, the left leg, and the left side of a plum pudding. I have noticed that the prayer of every selfish man is 'Forgive us our debts," while he makes everybody who owes him pay to the utmost farthing. I have noticed that he who thinks every man a rogue is very certain to see one when he shaves himself, and he ought, in inertly to his neighbor, to surrender the rascal to justice. I have noticed that money is the fool's wisdom, the knave's reputation, the poor man's desire, the covetous man's ambition, and the idol of all. Have You Enemies? Go straight ahead and don't mind them. If they get in your way walk around le gardless of their spite. A man who has no enemies is seldom good for anything. He is made out of that kind of material which is so essily worked that every body has a hand in it. A sterling character is one who thinks for himself and speaks what be thinks. He is always sure of having enemies. They are as necessary to him as fresh air—they keep him alive and active. A celebrated character who was surrounded with.enemies used to re mark, "they are sparks which, if you don't blow, will go out of themselves." "Live down pr.ejudiee," was one of the Iron Duke's mottoes. Let this be your feelings while endeav oring to live down the senial of those who arc bitter against you ; do as they desire, and open the way to more abase. Let the poor fellow talk—there will be a reaction if you but perform our duty, and hundreds who were once alienated from you will flock to you and acknowledge their error. IN old times an essential part of a bride's outfit was sand for scouring her kitchen implements. Now-a-days they don't trouble themselves about the sand; all that is required from the father is that he shall 'down with the dust." AN Illinois woman and her husband have had a passage•at-arms. She used buckshot, he stove wood. The coroner de cided that the superiority lay with the former. "EXPERIENCE. " says Poor Richard, "keeps an expensive school, but fools will learn at no other." Jay Cook at Homo. Nine miles back of Philadelphia, on the waters of Tacony Creek—writes a corres pondent of the Chicago Tribune —is "Ogontz," the residence of Jay Cooke. It is a villa of the native syenite of the hills, pointed and set in blue mortar, with iron verandas, Man-ard towers and pavil ions, and all the elegances afforded by modern resources and improvements. A flower-walk with beds and terraces, closed by a mock ruin, in which fireworks were set off on national holidays, is the vista from that side of the house, where, in a great recess with painted walls. the con servatory is maintained. From the oppo site veranda there is a view of grass-beds, sprinkled with pools and fountains, sloping down to the creek, which is made to de scend in cascades; and here the mauso leum of the family—a beautiful edifice in marble—makes the headland to a cape of timber. The lands attached to this noble mansion reach about two hundred acres in extent, and are covered to a great degree with natural woods. chiefly oak, chestnut, sycamore, and hickory. The hills in all that region are high, and the country stony, like the native people, who be long to a hard time type of Quakers and Welsh, Scotch, and old German aborigi nals. About one mile from Ogontz is a small turnpike village called "New York Load Station," or Shoemaker Town, where Mr. Cooke bad builded his church—a quaint and attractive specimen of early English Gothic From this village Mr. Cooke went daily to the city by train. Sunday excepted; and, if he ever remain ed at home, through indisposition or satie ty, he communicated with his banking house by telegraph. Two small black Ver mont ponies were his own favorite road sters. He was a good neighbor—the best ever known in these parts—and plain and cordial in his address. At home he lived a parental life, being a widower and fond of his grandchildren. He spent little upon himself, but was proud of his residence ; and it has been believed in that region for a good while past that he had presented Ogontz to Isis daughter, Mrs. Bonney. The portraits in his house most notable to see were Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Chasein oil and marble, E. W. Clarke, Phil Sheridan, and his own father, Elenthews Cooke, who had been re-interred in his family vault. One of the last of his purchases was a entail album of Moran's views on the Yel lowstone, for which he gave $l,OOO. He had a large library, which he had no time to read, and, as the employer of many ser vents, be was kind to all, but not profli gate in wages. His dwelling and grounds would have brought, one year ago, $2,000 an acre, although he spent that aggregate -.mount on the house alone. His expenses at his dwelling could not have been less than $l,OOO a week as long as he enter tained commensurate with his house and business. Near at hand, in a quiet cot tage, lived his agent, General Nettleton, of Sandusky, the active man at advertis ing and selling the bonds. Cooke had a private secretary and phonographer, about fourteen servants at the villa, about two hundred employees in his three banking houses, and a vast pay-roll in his railroad and insurance companies. He is believed to have been worth $7,000,000 when at his highest. The Value of a Newspaper. The following is the experience of a mechanic concerning the benefits of a newspaper Tell Years ago I lived in a town in In diana. On returning home one night, for I am a carpenter by trade, I saw a little girl leave my door, and I asked my wife who she was. She said Mrs. Harris had sent her after their newspaper, which my with had borrowed. As we sat down to tea my wife said to me by name : "I wish you would subscribe for the newspaper; it is so much comfort to me when you are away from home." "I would like to do so," said I, "but you know I owe a payment on the house and lot. It will be all that I can do to meet it." She replied. "If you take this paper, I will sew for the tailor to pay for it." I subscribed for the paper; it came in due time to the shop. While resting one noon and looking over it, I saw an adver- tisenient of the county commissioners to let a bridge that was to be built. I put in a bid fbr the bridge, and the job was awarded to me, on which I cleared $3OO, which enabled me to pay for my house and lot easily, and the newspaper. If I had not subscribed for the newspaper I would not have known anything about the con tract, and could not have met payment on the house and lot. A mechanic never loses anything by taking a newspaper.— .//dvertiser Gazette. Our Words, It is often said of an ignorant man that his vocabulary is very limited. Most of us can think of persons who seem to employ in conversation not more than two or three hundred words. Some curious facts about the English language may interest our readers. The exact number of words in the language we do not know; probably no one knows, because its bounds are not fixed, and when one wants a word, often he makes it. The number is generally understood; however, to be about forty thousand. But the words in common lit erary use number about ten thousand, those employed in conversation hardly reach half that number. We cannot state the exact proportion of words of foreign origin in the language, but the Latin has been by far the largest contributor. The components of the language may be ap proximately indicated by the following figures : Latin. 6,700 ; French, 4,800 ; Saxons, 1,600; Greek, 1.200; Dutch, 700; . Italian, 200. Several other European and one or two Oriental languages are small contributors. in view of these facts—of the marked preponderance of the Latin element in our lauguage—the question of l studying or neglecting the classics would seem to admit of no argument. What Makes a Man, What is it that makes a man? Can you tell ? We can tell you what does not. Good clothes do not; a handsome face does not; learning does not. You must have some thing else to make a man. We have seen a very good description of a man, which reads thus : A . . beautiful soul, a loving mind, Full of affection for its kind ; A helper of the human race ; A soul of beauty and of grace, That truly speaks of God within, And never makes a league with sin. This is the kind of a man worth some thing in the world. We want a great many more sash men than we now have. Will you not strive to be such a man. NO. 42. A Touching Story. Many years ago—long anterior to the war—Hon. Alexander H. Stephens, then a leading member of Congress, was invited to address a meeting at Alexandria, for the benefit of an orphan asylum and free schools in that ancient borough. In the course of his address Mr. Stephens related the following anecdote: "A poor little boy, on a cold night, with no home or roof to shelter his head, no paternal or maternal guardian or guide, to protect er direct him on his way, reached at nightfall the home of a wealthy planter, who took him in, fed and lodged him, and sent him on his way with a blessing.— These kind attentions, cheered his heart and inspired him with fresh courage to battle with the obstacles of life. Years rolled on. Providence led him on, and he reached the legal profession. His kind host had died, and the cormorants that prey on the substance of man had formed a conspiracy to get from the widow her estates. Sne sent for the nearest counsel to commit he; cause to him, and that coun sel proved to be the orphan boy, long be fore welcomed and entertained by her de ceased husband. The stimulus of a warm. tenacious gratitude was now added to the ordinary motive connected with the pro fession. He undertook her case with a will not to be resisted; he gained it; the widow's estate was secured to her in per petuity; and," Mr. Stephens added, with an emphasis of emotion that sent an elec tric thrill throughout the house, "that or phan boy stands before you!" Sayings of Spurg,eon. Spurgeon sententiously expresses a number of thoughts "worthy remember ing" in the following appropriate senten ces. which he publishes as "advice gratis:" Nobody is more like an houest man than a thorough rogue. When you see a man with a great deal of religion displayed in his shop window, you may depend upon it he keeps a very small stock of it within. Do not choose your friend by his looks ; handsome shoes often pinch the feet Do not be fond of compliments; remem ber "thank you, pussy, and thank you pussy," killed the cat. . . D'on't believe the man who talks the most, for mewing cats are very seldom good mousers. ... By no means put yourself in another person's power; if }ou put your thumb between two grinders theyare very apt to bite. Drink nothing with out seeing it; sign nothing without reading it ; and make sure that it means no more than it says. Don't go to law unless you have noth ing to lose; lawyer's houses are built on fool's heads. Put no dependence on the label of a bag. and count money after your own kind. In any business, never wade into water where you cannot see the bottom. See the sack open before you buy what is in it, for he who trades in the dark asks to be cheated. Vulgarity. Don't brawl, girls. Don't guffaw and shout upon the streets, like excited plan tation mammas. Don't use slang phrases, giving your assent to a proposition, with a "you bet," or "that's so." It dosen't sound well from the lips of those whom we class with the gentle things of this world. You cannot imagine how badly those things sound, coming from those who should utter only pleasant words, and kind phrases. Avoid all- coarseness and vulgarity. No young woman can afford to be vulgar. Vulgarity, destroys all beauty. Your eyes may be bright; your teeth like pearls; and your lips coral ; but coarse utterances will mar all these, and shock the senses of those who hear them. Be not familiar, to cheapness. The sweetest flow er is that which grows surrounded with thorns; access to which is difficult, and laborious. That which is easily won, is not valued, and soon falls discarded from the hands of those who bear it away. Val ue yourselves as you would be valued, and you can make no mistake as to the result. Then again we say, Girls, don't brawl. Don't be vulgar. Don't use coarse speech. Do not spoil and deface, by such practi ces, the beauty vouchsafed to you by a kind Providence, for a good end. Where He Was Going. A celebrated preacher who had been holding a series of revival meetings in a town on the canal, while walking along the towpath one day came across a boat man who was swearing furiously. March ing up, ho confronted him and abruptly asked : "Sir, do yen know where you are go ing?" The unsuspeeting man innocently re plied that be was going up the canal on the boat Johnny Sands. "No sir, your are not," continued the preacher; "you are going to hell faster than a canal boat will convey you." The boatman looked at him in astonish ment for a minute, and then returned the question. "Sir, do you know where you are go- iog ?" "I expect to go to heaven." "No sir, you are going into the canal !" And suitino• ' the action to the word, he took the minister in his arms and tossed him into the muddy waters, where he would have drowned had not the boatman relent ed and fished him out. Profanity We are living emphatically in the age 1 of profanity, and it seems to us that wears on the topmost current. One cannot go through the streets anywhere without hav ing his ears offended with the vilest of words, and his reverence shocked by most profane use of sacred names. Nor does it come from the old or middle-aged alone. for it is a fact as alarming as true, that the younger portion of the community are the most proficient in the degrading language Boys have an idea that it is smart to swear. that it makes them manly, there never was a greater mistake in the world. Meg, even those who swear themselves, are disgusted with profanity in a young man, because they know how, of all bad habits, this clings the most closely and increases with years. It is the most insidious of habits, growing en one so invisibly. that almost before he was awarehe becomes an accom plished caner. "VEGICTABLZ PILLS I" exclaimed an old lady ; "don't talk to me of such stuff! The best vegetable pill ever made is an apple dumpling. For destroying a gnawing in the stomach, there is nothing like it. It always can be relied on."
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