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Where the rich hanging velvet in shadowy fold Sweeps gracefully down with its trimmings of gold, And mirrors of silver take up and renew Iu longlighted vistas the gilded review, Go there in your patches, and find ifyon can, Welcoming smiles for a moneyless Go look in yen church of the cloud-reaching spire, Which gives back to the sun its same look of fin, • Where the arches and columns are gorgeous And the Wane seem as pure as a soul without sin ; Walk down the long aisle, see the rich and the great, In the pump and the pride ortheir worldly estate— Walk down in year patches and find it you can OLIO who Will open a pew to a moneyless Go look to your Judge in his dark flowing gown, When the scales, wherein law weighoth equity down, When he frowns on the weak itud omilw on the strong, And. punishes right while he jolt illes wrong; Where jurors their lips on the Bible have laid, To render a verdict they've already made— Go there in your patches and find if you can, Any law for the cause of a ruoncyless nm. Go look in your banks, whero Dlammon bath told Hie hundreds and thousands of silver and gold; Where, safe limn the grasp of the starving and poor, Lies pile upon pile of the glittering ore. Walk up to the counter! Ah ! there you may stay Till your limbs grow old and your hair turns gray, And you will had that the banks—not one of the don— With money to lend to a modeyless man. Then go to your hovel—no raven has fed The wife who has waited too long for her bread , Kneel down by your pallet, and kiss the death-frost From the lips of the ungel,your poverty lost. Then turn in your agony upward to God, And bless, while it mites you the chastening rod. And you'll find at the end of your life's little span, There is a welcome above fora moneyless man. "I Have Drank My Last Glass." No, comrades, I ;hank you, not any forme; Ny last chain is riven, henceforward I'm fre I will go M my homeand my children to-night With no fumes or liquor their spirits to blight, And with tears in my eyes, I will bog my poor wife To forgive me the wreck I have made of her life I "I have never refused you before !" Lot that pass, For I've drank my last gloss, boys, . I have drank my last glass. Just look at me now, boys, in rags and disgrace, With my bleared, haggard eyes, and my red, bloated face! blank my faltering step and my weak, palsied hand, And the mark on my brow that is worse than Cain's brand; See my erownless old hat, and my elbows and knees Alike warmed by the sun or chilled by the breeze, Why, even the children will hoot at an as I pasa But I've drank my last gloss, ho) , , I have drank my last glass! You would hardly believe, boys, to look at me now, That a mother's soft hand not once pressed on toy brow, When she kissed use, and blessed me, her darling, her pride, E'er she lay down to rest by my dear father's side; But with love in her eyes she looked up to the sky, Bidding me meet her there, and whispered, ..Good-bye,' And I'll do it, God helping ! Your smile I let pass, For Foe drank soy last glass, boys, I have drank my last glass! Ah! I reeled home !ant night—it was not very late, For I'd spent my last sixpence, and landlords won't wait One poor fellow who's left every cent in their till, And has pawned his last bed, their coffers to till; Oh! tho torments I felt, and the pangs I endured; And I begged for one glass—just one would have cured; But they kicked me out doors !—I let that too pan, For I've drenk my last glass, boys, I hare drank my last glass! At hi.ide, my pet Susie, with bor sort golden hair, I flaw through the window, just kneeling in prayer, From her pale, bony bands, her torn sleeves were strung down, 'While her feet, cold and bare, shrank beneath herscant gown And she prayed—prayed for bread, just a poor crust of bread ; For one crust—os her knees, my pet darling plead, ' And I heard, with no penny to buy one, alas! Dot I've drank my last glass, boys, I have drank my last glass! For Susie, my. darl in,g, any wee six-year old, 'though fainting with hunger and shivering with cold, There on the bare fluor, asked God to bless me ! And she said, "Don't cry. its will; for You see I believe want sea for l" Then sobered I crept Away from the house; and that night, when I slept, Next my heart lay the Pledge!—You smile! Let it pass, • But Pre drank my last glass, boys, I have drank my last glass My darling child saved me! lier faith and her love Are akin to lily dear imintedl mother'. above! I will make her words true, or I'll die in the race, And saber I'll go to my last resting-place; And she shall kneel there, and, weeping, thank Gist /it, drunkard lies under that daisy-strewn sod! Pint a drop more of poison my lips shall e'er pass, For I've drank my last glass, boys, I have drank my last gloss! ?Mt Atorg-U4r. [Written for the JOURNAL.] WON BY PRAYER. The month of April, with its round of variableness, having done its mission as one of the twelve sentinels of the year, had retired at . the approach of queenly May. A more pellucid and soul-elevating morn ing never graced the diadem of this queenly month than the one from which my story dates its origin. The sky was ono sea of liquid blue. There was nothing to arrest the eye save the meadow lark as she darted from her couch of flowers, with thrilling songs, high into the depths of heaven, and a few golden clouds which floated about as it' strolling in the midst of a brilliant scene of heaven's adorning, seeking a more ra diant retreat, but finding in the midst no difference. The flowers of the glens, hill side, and those imprisoned by dimple fin gers in the "Cottage parlor," all seemed to look and smile as if recognizing some god dess flower blooming in the canopy above. The country maidens, with hair flowing over plump, white shoulders, could be heard from every sparkling dale singing their matin songs of freedom, till every forest -was made vocal with the most charming echoes. As these unfettered daughters of the happy farmer went forth after their pet cows to fields sparkling with the morning dew, how suggestive the original design of heaven in fitting up a home for man, when freedom from the trammels of a so-called "fashionable life" would necessitate the development of a symmetrical form. But no such style as set boundry lines to the development of the body, and to the great detriment of health and comfort, seek to add beauty to the mechanism of heaven. How few be side those who are nestled away in some forest glen have foregone this health blighting folly. Rosalind Gray was one of these wild flowers, which, like the lilly of the forest, had grown up beautiful and unknown but for the discovery of some maiden in her rambles. Rosalind had grown more beautiful as eighteen summers smiled upon her. She knew not how to borrow beauty from her toilet, but nature had more than compensated for her lack of skill in this favorite art. She knew nothing of the coquetry which charact9r izes so many of her sex, but here again nature lavished herself in supplying what seems more charming to man, a modest, guileless little heart, which, in its inno cence, fostered every attribute of the true woman, and radiated her countenance with rich smiles of love and tenderness. BUSINESS CARDS, LEGAL BLANKS PAMPHLETS My readers have, I trust, already learned to love our little heroine, hid away from city or town, in the heart of a country glen where moss-covered rocks. jutting out from the side of a mountain, form the back-ground to a neat, white frame cottage, in front of which another mountain rears its bead heavenward in silent grandeur; between the two, a beautiful valley, which seems to be a favorite retreat for the mountain birds. Here Rosalind lived unknown ; the only child of loving parents. Is it to be wondered at her mother saying : "None so beautiful as my darling child," as she tripped out of the door throwing back a kiss from lips which mocked the gilt PI M' Pam The Moneyless Man. TAY W. 11. WILLIAMSON, CHAPTER li qIINTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 20, 1874. sweetness of the honey-suckles arching the doorway. Crossing a stream bridged by a vine covered pavilion, on through the garden, across the meadow, she now stands at the base of the mountain with a book in her hand. Turning to her right, she gets into a narrow path, and being fairly on her way, begins io warble a song. Did ever mortal sing more sweetly ? Charmed to silence by the echo of her own rich voice, she notices every little flower, forbidding her feet to tread upon them. Her path is intercepted by a dashing little stream of water flowing down a deep ravine to her left. Turning short, without any hesitation, she follows the prattling stream, stepping from reek to rock, as her way grows steep and difficult, till after a weary ascent the ravine is cut short by high, towering rocks forming on the mountain side, what railroad men would call a "horse-shoe bend," a more picturesque spot could not be found. The green valley far below, with rocks towering a hundred feet in air, all covered by moss and vines and underbrush. In the entre of this embankment of rocks, nature has formed, as if by jealous care, the place which Ron alind has named "Flower Grotto." Here is found the fountain head of the little stream. A large spring of water by its side, a large, flat stone, all covered by vel vet moss, above it the rocks jutted out, forming a roof of no impotent character, but picturesque and romantic in its aspect. Little vines, blooming with dainty flowers, had taken hold in every crevice, sending off their slender tendrels, which eitended down till grasping the moss-covered rocks below, there came forth a beautiful flower bed. Far back on this rock, you plight have seen Rosalind surrounded by flowers, sing ing birds, and the music of the rippling water. Facing the east she seems to be rapt in the grandeur of the scene. Look ing down through the deep ravine, where bough, kissing from either side, made dark the depths below. She was above this dark mantle of green foliage, which being covered with a shower of dew-drops formed a waving sea of brilliants in the slanting sunbeams, she seemed to be watch ing the effect of the morning sun upon one of nature's loveliest, but transient pictures. The king of day had just risen from his oriental repose, and seemed to have en throned himself amid the ruggid cliffs of an eastern mountain. His beams soon chased the dew-drops down into the pant ing flowers, and playing amid the spray of the gurgling water, making it resemble a thousand myriads of tiny diamonds sus penc:ed in mid-air. Placing her cloak against a projecting rock, sailed rests her dimpled cheek against it. Just here our story must fail of its most charming merit, as we cannot portray the angelic loveliness of the maiden. You would have to look into the depths of those blue eyes which reflect the pure character of her soul. You would have to listen to that sweet voice, to know why we cannot make our story whole, keeping time with her slender little foot to the chattering of the water. A mischievous vine had fast ened itself to the hem of her dress, and in his attempts to disappear with the treasure, exhibited a matchless little ankle which lay upon the velvet moss without a cover ing. Her golden hair, unbraided, rich and abundant, hangs in wild profusion over shoulders which mock the fairness of the fleecy clouds, and mingle with the tiny blossoms at her side. "Ye gods of beauty, if there ever lived one more beautiful, she were not mortal." Standing on a projecting rock, but hid by underbrush, a tall young man uttered the above words, as he rested upon his gun. Stepping out from behind his covert lie looked down upon Rosalind with a smile. Believing all were good and pure as her "dear father," she was not frightened when Alfred Cressinger asked if he could "get a drink of water at the spring?" "I have no cup but one I made of leaves," she answered with a courteous lit tle bow, but remembering it was old and dry, site said, "I will run down the ravine a short distance and get fresh leaves, as I have used this cup so often." "Thank you, but I think this has be come more precious by the using," he replied, while a smile lit up his handsome brown face Unaccustomed to compliments of this character, yet her woman's intentiveness lead her to devine his remark, while, with a woman's tact, she waved the least possi ble acknowledgement of his meaning by her answer, unless that little blush, like a passing shadow, told a tale. Alfred Cressinger drew himself up to the height of six feet. "A handsome young man," was a compliment paid by all who knew him. Dark brown hair, a broad, white forehead, brown checks, the result of hunting the mountains, a dark, navy moustache, which partly hid two firm red lips. "Our meeting to-day is of such a ro mantic nature, that if you do not object, I will keep this cup as a memento, and hope—" . . . . Stopping. short and seeming at a loss for words to change the purport of a wish mispoken, lie added, "I shall make such use of it as will merit my presumption." Rosalind smiled and bowed her assent. At this moment astone,far down the rav ine, was heard to quit its bed, with bounds which dislodged others, as if starting on a race, thundered on in wild confusion. Rosalind started, as if seeing some one, and said, "I must go." "One moment, please ; there comes my comrade ; when I have learned his success with the gun, I will accompany you down this rugged path around yon point of rocks." "Well, Willoughby," shouted Alfred, to a lad not more than twenty, with dark, blue eyes and slender form, "what success?" ' The echo answers back, "whatsuecess F" Willoughby Fireston had lost sight of the question in the lovely girl standing by Alfred's side. At length he answered, "A tired back, and a headache, which threatens to blind me." Rosalind's sympathy was at once arous ed, and she could not forbear saying, "To bathe his temple with cool spring water would be.refreshing." Leaving the two talking, Alfred started for his gun, whiCh be had left standing on the reek from which he first saw Rosalind. Some time was consumed, and when he re turned he saw the two going down the rugged path with carefill tread. Ho looked disappointed, and after Willoughby, with the utmost care, had placed Rosalind in the "little plth," and looked into the dove like eyes when she smiled, unconscious of their radiance and power to steal a heart, with a sweet "thank you," bowed herself away. The two men met. "She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, AL" "Yea, Will, and my ideal of a perfect woman, the first I ever saw" "0, pshaw, Al ! I know you have said you never saw a woman you could love. I hope you have found one at last." This last was spoken in a whisper, while his fair, young face flushed with excite ment. Rosalind bounded home, and related her morning adventure. "Yes, I have seen those . young men," replied her father. "The one just out of school is to spend the summer with his uncle, the other, a wealthy young man from one of the Eastern cities, came with him, as be finds great sport in hunting among our mountains." Rosalind, for the first time in her life, became grave, and for one long week did not take her accustomed walks. Dailyshe grew more pensive. Her large expressive eyes, which always before had given to her face an almost celestial brightness, now grew tearful•looking, while the drooping lid cast into shadow the depths of its inner light. Some power known to sorrow now grapples for the mastery of her cheerful nature. Our two young heroes daily seek the silent depths of the forest, where, in their exultant joy, they bring to bay the frolick ing deer and fox, but as if incited by the same masterly impulse, and without any knowledge one of the other, they meet, from opposite directions, at "Flower Grot to," each framing an excuse for being found waiting where game scarce came, but reading each the others heart, blushed at his own deception, and endeavored warding off the perceptible evidence by thrilling tales of adventure. CHAPTER 11. Four bright summer months have come and gone. September, with its tinted leaves, its freaks of storm and sunshine, has set in. The forests are wearing robes of flashing colors. The mountain side, as seen from the veranda of Rosalind's cot tage home, is beautiful. Willoughby Fir iston has been a daily visitor at the "Moun tain Cottaze." He has won his way into the affections of Mr. and Mrs. Gray. His stay in the country has changed his ap pearance. He has become more manly in his looks. His face and hands are brown, and he often asked Rosalind "how it was that she did not sunburn ?" when she would playfully answer, "I am no stranger to his rays, hence he dare notlook so hard on me." Alfred Cressinr , er has not been to the "Mountain Cottage . " since the evening Mr. Gray charged him, in an indirect way, of being an infidel. None knew his heart so well as Rosalind. While seated, a month past, in the little pavilion in front of the house, while the new moon let fall her mellow light from the sparkling vault of heaven, and while Rosalind warbled a sweet hymn, in which her soul seemed to quit earth and revel with happy spirits .unseen. The music of her sweet, plain tive voice, harmonizinr , with the rich, full chords of her guitar, borne away on the evening zephyrs, echoed back in soft ea dence the same sweet tune from the moun tain sides. With a light tread Alfred Cressinger approached, and placed his hand against her soft white cheek. "Do not be frightened. I heard you singing and could not relinquish the pleas ure of being by your side." "I am glad to see you, but the sentiment of my song, I fear, will not have the effect on you that it produces in my heart." "I presume not, Rosalind, for it carried me back as if by some magic spell, to my childhood, when a little boy I was pressed tightly against the bosom of my beautiful young mother;when , on a bright summer's evening, she sang so sweetly for her boy, locking up into the face of Mtn she trust ed, asked God to. keep me from sin and danger. She sang no more, for the next day her lips were sealed in death. She had seen but twenty-two summers, so beautiful, that she is fresh in my memory yet, just as she looked on that last evening. My father died when I was but a little, babe, and when my mother was borne away from her home on carth'to a far-off one in heaven, I was all alone. Since then I have never heard a voice so sweet as hers 'till I heard you sing a few moments past. My cheeks have not been dampened by tears for years, till listening to the words of your song . I fancied angels near, and seemed to hear the voice of my mother in heavenly zephyrs." Rosalind, with tear-dimmed eyes, broke in upon his last words, saying, "Alfred, I thought you were an Infidel." "An Infidel!" he repeated. "Yes." "What reason have you for thinking so ?" "Willoughby has been causing father and mother to think you such." "And you, Rosalind ?" "I never thought so." "Thank heaven I know all now." At thi3 moment Mr. Gray joined them "Rosalind, had you not better go into the house, dear ? It is not good to be in the night air too much. As for Mr. Crissinger, since a future state of being has no part in his life or thoughts, he need not fear colds." Stung to the heart, Alfred, without say leg a word, turned and walked away. CHAPTER 111, It was a bright morning, in the latter part of September, that a happy little par ty could be seen wending its way up the deep ravine to "Flower Grotto." Kneel ing on the same old flower-decked rock, while the leaves were falling to the ground; the birds carroling sweet songs, and the water from the spring dashing down the steeps as before, Alfred Cressinger and Rosalind Gray were pronounced man and wife by the good old minister. Then Al fred pressed a passionate kiss upon those lovely lips for the first time. "Now, Alfred dear, since we are all alone on the dear old spot where we first met, tell me, darling, how it was that you abandoned your Infidel notions." "Rosalind, do you remember the night I came to the Cottage tired from hunt ing ?" "Yes, very distinctly." "Well, after you had retired I was walk ing on the side porch, smoking. I heard your voice, and heard you praying for me. You asked God to enlighten my mind, for I was your dear Alfred. I could not bear it; I fled to my room, krelt down before God and asked Him to make me His child, and make me worthy to be your 'dear Al fred.' From that time I was happy. The old infidel uncle who reared me is dead.— But., Rosalind, Willoughby Fireston was a vile deceiver. He never knew my sen timents, and you never loved him, Roia lind. Illy pet." "No, never for a moment." They are happy at the "Mountain Cot tage." Alfred is. - beautifying his new home, and his work grows easier as be catches a glimpse of his fair bride busily engaged with household duties. And hero we leave them. gleaning for the '; Daniel Bryan's Oath Daniel Bryan had been a lawyer of em inence, but had fallen, through intoxica tion, to beggary, and a dying condition.— Bryan had married in his better days the sister of Moses Felton. At length all hopes were given up.— Week after week would the fallen man be drunk on the floor, and not a day of real sobriety marked his course. I doubt if such another was known. He was too low for real convivality, for those he would have associated with would not drink with All alone in his office and chamber, he still continued to drink, and even his very life seemed the offspring of his jug. In early spring Moses Felton had a call to go to Ohio. Before he set nut he vis ited his sister. He offered to take her with him, but she would not go. "But why stay here ?" urged the broth er. "You are fading away, and disease is upon you. Why should you live with such a brute ?" "Hush, Moses, speak not so," answered the wife, keeping back her tears. "I will not leave him now, but he will soon leave me. He cannot live much longer." At that moment Daniel entered the apartment. He looked like a wanderer from the tomb. He had his hat on, and his jug in his hand. •'Ah, Moses, bow are ye ?" he gasped, for be could not speak plainly. The visitor looked at him for'a few mo ments in silence. Then, as his features assumed a cold, stern expression, he said in a strongly emphasized tone : "Daniel Bryan, I have been your best friend but one. My sister is an angel, though matched with a demon. I have loved you, Daniel, as I never loved man before; you were generous ; noble and kind; but I hate you now, for you are a devil incarnate. Look at that woman. She is my sister—she now might live in comfort, only that she will not do it while you are alive; when you die she will come to me. Thus do I pray that God will soon give her joys to any keeping. Now, Daniel, I do sincerely hope that the first intelligence that reaches me from my native place, af ter I shall have reached my new home may be—that—you—are dead !" "Stop, Moses, I can reform yet." "You cannot. It is beyond your power. You have had inducements enough to have reformed half the sinners of creation, and you are lower than ever before. Go and die, sir, as soon as you can, for the moment that sees you thus will not find me among the mourners." Bryan's eyes flashed, and he drew him self proudly up. "Go," ha said, in the tone of the old sarcasm. "Go to Ohio, and I'll send you news. Ohio, sir, and watch the post. I will yet make you take back your words." "Never, Daniel Bryan, never." "You shall, I swear it." With these words Daniel Bryan hurled the jug into the fire place, and while yet a thousand fragments were flying over the floor, he strode from the house. Mary shrank fainting on the floor.— Moses bore her to a bed, and then having called in a neighbor, he hurried away for the stage was waiting. Fora month Daniel hovered over the brink of the grave but did not die. "One gill of brandy will save you," said the doctor, wlio saw that the abrupt re moval of stimulants from the system - that for long years had almost subsisted on nothing else, was nearly sure to prove fa tal. "Ton can surely take a gill and not take any more." "Ay,' gasped the poor man, "take a gill and break nay oath. Moses Felton shall not hear that brandy and rum kill me. if the want of it can kill me, then let me die —l'll not die till Moses Felton shall eat his words." He did live. An iron will conquered the messenger death sent—Daniel Bryan lived. For one month be could not even walk without help. Mary helped him. A year passed away, and Moses Felton returned to Vermont. He entered the Court-house at Burlington, and Daniel Bryan was on the floor pleading for a young man who had been indicted fur for gery. Felton started in surprise. Never before had such torrents of eloquence pour ed from his lips. The case was given to the jury, and the youth was acquitted.— The successful counsel turned from the court-room and met Moses Felton. They shook hands but did not speak.— When they reached the spot where none others could hear them, Bryan stopped. "Moses," said he, "do you remember the words you spoke to me a year ago ?" "I do, "Will you now take them back—unsay them now and forever ?" "Yes, with all my heart." "Then I am in part repaid." "And what must be the remainder of the payment ?" asked Moses. "I must die an honest unperjured man. The oath that has bound me thus far was made for life." That evening Mary Bryan was among the happiest of the happy. Blushing The man who does not blush now and then is scarcely human. According to Darwin, blushing originated at a very late period in the long line of our descent.— The learned thinker explains : "The relax ation of the small arteries of the surface, on which blushing depends, seems to have primarily resulted from earnest attention directed to the appearance of our own per sons, especially of our faces, aided by hab it, inheritance, and the ready flow of nerve force along accustomed channels; and af terwards, to have been extended by the power of association to self-attention di rected to moral conduct." There are some men who lie brazenly, so repeatedly and so persistently in the very face of the truth, that the question may well be asked if they ever blush. Certainly they have no scruples in regard to moral conduct. The coarse animal must linger in these men, for their conscience is dead and they do not know the meaning of morality. Dar win holds that it does not seem possible that any animal, until mental powers have been developed to an equal degree with those of man, would have been sensitive about its personal appearance or moral conduct. Hence it is his opinion that ani mals have not the power to blush. Impu dent liars and braggarts, also, never blush, and so they are hardly human. LADIES traveling across the plains car ry their hair in their pockets to avoid be ing scalped. Slatterly's Little Joka A In: lan who plays practical jokes upon his wife deserves to be punished, and Slatterly was punished. His wife has a dread of eats, and before retiring at night sye always looks under the bed to see that no stray puss and no man, on robbery in• tent, are concealed there. A few nights ago, after Mr. and Mrs. Slatterly had re tired, Slatterly, who had been learning ventriloquism, thought he would amuse himself and scare his wife by gently yowling and makin. e' the sound come from under the bed. Mrs. Slatterly instantly sat up and exclaimed : "Josiah, I do believe there is a cat in this room." "Oh, nonsense," grunted Slatterly, and then he made the noise again. "I tell you, Josiah," exclaimed Mrs. S., "I hear a cat under this bed, I wish you —you'd get out and drive it away." "Oh, go to sleep, Matilda," said Shatter- I don't hear anything. There's no cat about." Then Josiah, with his mouth under the covers, uttered a louder screech than be fore. "Well, if you won't clear that cat out, you brute, I will," said Mrs. Slatterly. So she reached over, picked up Josiah's boots, and put them on in bed, in order to protect her feet and ankles from the infu riated animal. Then she took Slatterly's cane and stooped down to sweep it around beneath the bed. .Just as she did so, Jo siah emitted a fearful yell which might have come from a cat in the last parox ysms of hydrophobia. This startled Mrs: S. so that she sprang backward, and in doing so she tumbled against the baby's cradle, which was overturned, and she went head foremost against a twenty-five dollar looking glass on the bureau, while the cane flew out of her hand and lighted with considerable force on Slatterly's head. The screams of Mrs. S. aroused all the neighborhood, and even brought out the fire department, so that by the time the baby was rescued from the wreck, and broken glass picked up, two engines bad streams playing upon the house, and the front door had just been burst open by the police; and the firemen were engaged in dragging a wet hose over the entry carpet and up the front stairs, just as Slatterly came down to explain things. That feline ventriloquism cost him just ninety dollars for carpets and looking glasses and a con tusion on the head, which the people to this hour believe he received in a pugilis tic encounter with his wife. Personal Gen. Sickles, who has been in London fur some time, has left for the United States. Johann Strauss, with his famous band, is spending the month of May -in Rome, giving concerts. Victor Hugo has the largest vocabulary of any author of the day. He is the mod ern Rabelais. Miss Ihnnah Woccester, of Berwick, Me., who is now in her one hundred and second year, is still in excellent health. Prince Domenico Orsina, of Rome, who lately died in his eighty-fourth year, was the head of his ancient family. Ex-Gov. C. C. Washburn or Wisconsin will start, soon on a European trip, to be absent two or three months. Gov. Ames, of Mississippi, has deter mined to put an end to duelling in that State, and says he shall prosecute all of fenders. Bishop Dupauloup is visiting Rome with the intention, it is said, of completing with the Pepe the arrangements fOr the canonization of Jeanne d'Are. Hon. John Jay, American Minister to Austria, is in London, en route for the United States. •He will leave Liverpool for New York on Saturday nest. Lady Haddo, mother of the "lost Earl of Aberdeen," has given $1,600 to the Massachusetts branch of the Seamen's Friend Society for the purchase of books. Mrs. Attorney General Williams is in very bad health indeed. A trustworthy Washington correspondent says that she is in danger of becoming a confirtud in valid. Mayor 'Wilts of New Orleans announces that up to May Ist the subscription for warded to him to aid the sufferers from the overflow of the Mississippi, amounted to $65,384,05. Professor Snell, of Amherst College, says that his records show that the last April was.the coldest one for thirty-five years, tho temperature having. been seven degrees below the mean. On the 19th of April Mr. Owen Jones, the architect, and one of the Commission ers of the London Exhibition of 'lB5l, died, after a severe and 'protracted illness, at the age of sixty-five years. Sharp Shooting "Father, what does a printer live nn ?" "Live on ?—the same as other folks, of course. Wby do you ask, Johnny ?" "Because you said you hadn't paid any thin..b for your paper, and the printer stills sends it to you." "Wife, spank that boy." "I shan't do it." "Why not ?" “Because there is no reason to." "No reason ? Yes there is. Spank him, I tell you, and put him to bed." "I shan't do any such thing. What in the world do you want him spanked foil ?" "He is too smart." "Well, that comes of your marrying a:e. , ' "What do you mean 7" "I mean just this, that the boy is smart er than his father, and you can't deny it. He knows enough to see that a man— printer or no printer—can't live on noth ing, and I should think you would be ashamed-ofyonrselfnot to know so much." As yOU pass along the street you meet with a familiar face—say good morning, as though you felt happy, and it will work admirably in the heart of your neighbor. Pleasure is cheap—who will not bestow it liberally? If there are smiles, sunshine and flowers all about us, let us not grasp them with a miser's fist and lock them up in our hearts. Rather let us take them and scatter them about us. , THE longer the stormthe sweeter the calm ; the longer the winter nights the sweeter the stimmer days ; long afflictions will much set off the glory of heaven. . THE • JOURNAL 19 the best advertising medium in the Juniata Valley. NO. 20. Sense and Nonsense, True to the core—a good apple, A bad omen—to owe men money. Agricultural mending—potato patches , . Love all, trust a few, and wrong no one. How to get a foot-hold—take a boot-jack. A legal tender—a lawyer minding his baby. Nothing ever happens but once in this world. The right side of n drinkingsaloon—the outside. Prosperity makes friends; adversity tries them. It is better to carve your name on hearts than marble. - The cup that neither cheers or inebri ates—the his-cap. Never scare off a fly with a club when a feather will do as well. Show may be easily purchased ; but hap piness is a, homemade article. Never sigh over what might have beep, but make the best of what is. Whenever you get in a passion, sit down in a cool plate fifteen minutes. Opportunities are like flowers that fade at night ; seize them, therefore, while they last. Any candidate fur office in Omaha who wears a Shirt-Collar is considered a bloated aristocrat Reputation is what men and women think of us. Character is what God and angels know of' us. If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, it would make him pull his hat over his eyes. No person ever got stung by hornets who kept away from where they were. It is so with bad habits. "Pa, what is the use of giving our pigs so much milk ?" "So they can make hogs of themselves, - darling." Anything Midas touched was turned to gold. In these days, touch a man with gold, and he'll turn into anything. Pennsylvania, as is generally known, takes its name from William Penn, the word "sylvania," meaning woods. tourist who was asked in what part of Switzerland he felt the heat most, re plied, "when I was going to Berne." "He bas left a void that cannot be easi ly filled," as the bank director touchingly remarked of the absconding cashier. Grief knits - tiro - hearts in cloSer bonds than happinesi ever can, and common suf ferings are far stronger than common joys. A Georgia clergyman has thirty-two children, and his parishoners object to his having four pews withoutpaying for them.. A Yankee wanted the Bridge of Sighs pointed out to him, and then offered to bet America has several bridges twice the size. A grave elder in an English church forbade the banns of a certain couple be cause he bad "intended Hannah for him self." Thought for a schoolboy's theme—Beau ty and bashfulness arc often united ; yet the loveliest maiden is admired for her cheek. A fop, in company, wanting his servant, called. out, "Where's that block bead of mine ?" "On your shoulders, sir," said iy lady. • Bad habits are the thistles of the heart and every indulgence of them is a seed from which will spring a new crop of weeds. Instead of saying '•lt's a long time be tween drinks," Western men now remark, "It's a long time since I signed my last pledge." An English boy, •on being asked the other day who was prime minister of Eng land, answered, without hesitation, "Mr. Spurgeon." A Kentucky gentleman didn't get mad until he had been called a "liar" eighty one times. The monotony of the thing "riled" him. A Western member of Congress who interpreted M. C. to mean More Curteney, was made to understand that it meant Mighty Corrupt. A Canadian matron, one hundred and eight years old, is still able to devote much energy to bringing up her little boy, aged ninety-three. • Boston pays one hundaed and forty-two thousand dollars a year for church music. when congregations stand ready to sing without charging a cent. Muscatine, lowa, has the boss potato.— It is twenty-one inches long, thirteen in circumference, four pounds in weight, and has more eyes than Argus. Wink at small injuries rather than avenge them. It; to destroy a single bee, you throw down the hive, instead of one enamy you make a thousand. A Western editor apologizes for the de ficiency of the first edition of his paper by saying he was detained at home by a sec ond edition in his family. Eli Love, of Wayne county, Ohio, climb ed a tree to shake out a coon. The doo a s heard something drop and went for it, but it was not the coon. It was Eli: There arc two reasons why some people don't mind their own business : One is that they haven't any business, and the other is that they haven't any mind. A sick man on George street "safely passed the circus in his complaint," on Monday might—at least that was what the servant reported to a caller Tuesday eve ning. Au Irishman quarreling with an En glishman told him that if he didn't hold his tongue be would break his impenetra ble head and let the brains out of his emp ty skull. A stranger who threw a ten-dollar bill into the contribution•box of a Savannah church got trusted for five hundred dol lars' worth of goods next day on the strength of it.. If you have an enemy, act kindly toward him and make him your friend. You may not win him over at once, but try again. Let one kindness be followed by another, until you have accomplished your object. A lawyer in Bucyrus, Ohio, stated at a temperance meeting that, having seen his father killed by the carelessness of a drunk en man, he took a solemn oath never to drink again, "Since that time," he con tinued, "I have never broken that oath, at least not very much."
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