since tlie secession of the Southern members
of Parliament—l beg pardon—of Congress.
The geological character of Pennsylvania is
most interesting. The “conglomerate,” ac
cording to the miner’s patois, somewhat typi
fies the social structure of the Keystone State,
in which pebbles of all sizes and sorts,from the
man of science and the woman of refined charms,
to the brawny Meiuherr, and the ardent, witty,
prolific, dirty, genial, generous Biddy, are
whirled in one Republican “ pudding.” Na
ture is true to her own typical forms, and our
lamented Miller told us that certain wavy
lines on some ancient strata, when copied as
ornaments on ladies’ dresses, delight the
modern eye, as they did the immortal spirit of
beauty in the days when the earth was a
voiceless waste, preparing by cycles of slow
moving change for the advent of man.
It strikes me that when nature colored the
beautiful green of your Pennsylvania sand
stone, sho was only antetyping the verdant
vigor of the fresh manly sinews of your im
perial state; the sharp lucid crystals which
crust your quartz, bring to my mind that
beautiful ordinance of Republican truths,
which shall endure only less lastingly, than
the eternal diamond of divine truth.
Your red sandstone, is it colored with shame
at Pennsylvania Judases, or is it rich with the
red saving blood of immortal Gettysburg V
There are some fossils of interesting nature
in your formations; instance, the coprolith
copperheads, an ignoble impression on the
everlasting rock of American patriotism.
I must not omit to mention one remarkable
relic of a former age, a mammalian fossil
which is not found outside of your State. I
have named it Asthenetherium. There is only
one specimen extant, and that is found at Lan
caster, Pennsylvania. L.
NATIONAL SAILORS’ FAIR.
We have been requested by our Boston
friends to notice in our paper their intended
Fair for our sailors, and feel that we cannot do
this better than by inserting their own words:
“In view of the gigantic and noble efforts
of the Sanitary Commission in aid of the sol
diers of the country, in this her hour of peril,
it has been thought by some that the claims to
sympathy and support of an equally deserving
class, viz: the Sailors, Marines and others of
our naval service, have been too little remem
bered. It is therefore proposed to make an
effort in their behalf, by providing a home for
the disabled, where in addition to the comforts
which that name implies, they may enjoy the
added reflection that their valuable services to
the country are appreciated by a grateful com
munity, who are disposed in this way to ex
press their interest in their welfare.
In accordance with this suggestion, it is pro
posed to hold a Fair in November next, in
Boston, Mass., and a call is therefore made on
the loyal and patriotic men and women of our
land, to aid in the good cause by contribution,
either of money or articles of taste and utili
ty; and it is confidently believed that the sub
ject need only to be brought before the publie,
to enlist the sympathy and co-operation of all.”
Otte HD jli lt Faee.
FREEDOM’S DAWN.
Written for “ Our Dally Pare."
BY RICHARD COB.
I sing of freedom to the slave,
E’er yet uu hour be past;
We should not dally with the wrong,
That right may como at last 1
Our brothers’ blood, my countrymen,
Is crying from tlie sod;
Then let us purge our statute-book,
And leave results with God!
Chaotic darkness filled the void,
When God, in voice of mudit,
Above this shapeless mass of earth,
Proclaimed, “ let there he light! ”
And lo! upon a thousand hills,
And valleys fur away;
Burst forth iu full refulgency,
The pure glad light of day!
And yet a greater darkness still,
Than filled the void e’en then,
Hath settled on the consciences,
And on thu hearts of men ;
And now, once more, the voice of God
Is speaking into birth,
The glorious dawn of freedom’s day,
To bless the sons of earth I
Up, then, ye haters of the wrong,
Ye lovers of the right,
And let your shouts of triumph greet
The coming of the light;
Until from every mountain’s height,
And every valley’s sed,
Tlie increase of a nation’s praise,
Shall upward waft to God!
PRACTICAL “LOVE FOR THE SOLDIER.”
“ Sir Philip Sidney, at the battle near Zutp
hen, was wounded by a musket ball, which
broke the bone of his thigh. He was carried
about a mile and a half to the camp, and being
faint with the loss of blood, and probably
parched with thirst through the heat of the
weather, he called for drink. It was immedi
ately brought to him; but, as he was putting
the vessel to his mouth, a poor wounded soldier,
who happened at that instant to be carried by
him, looked up to it with wishful eyes. The
gallant and generous Sidney took the bottle
from his mouth and delivered it to the soldier,
saying : “ Thy necessity is yet greater than mine,”
— [Murray’s English Header.
One is reminded of the above incident, (to
be found recorded in a familiar old school
book,) by reading the following article from
the Sentinel, of Mifllintown, Juniata county,
Pennsylvania:
LIEUT. COL. GEO. F. M’FARLAND.
We are happy to state that this gentleman
has been appointed to a clerkship in the school
Department. We hardly know which most to
congratulate, the Lieut. Colonel in getting the
clerkship, or the Department in securing his
services. It was a worthy selection beyond
doubt. The following letter shows to whom
he is indebted, and it speaks volumes for the
magnanimity and generosity of Mr. Worden,
of the Lewisburg Chronicle:
Senate Ciiamder, 1
Harrisburg, Pa., April 12, 1804. /
To lion. Chas. R. Coburn, Sup’t., Common
Schools of Pennsylvania :
Dear Sir:—Some months since, upon the
recommendation of one of your predecessors,
you offered me a clerkship in your department,
commencing this season. I have had no reason
to doubt your intention to depute to me all that
trust, at the time designated. But having to-day
seen a recommendation of Colonel Georof, F.
McFarland, for the position—having known
him, for many years, as a worthy man, and a
public-spirited citizen—and he having been
disabled from more active employment by be
ing partially crippled from a wound received
in his country’s service, I cheerfully join in
commending him for the vacant clerkship.—
Believing him to be more worthy and capable
than myself, I decline, in his behalf, the favor
promised me.
Respectfully, yours, &c.,
O. N. Worden.
Mr. M’Farland was pleasantly engaged in
conducting an Academy at McAllistcrville,
Juniata county, when the rebellion commenced,
but he volunteered for the old flag, served
honorably and faithfully, and, while leading
the 131st P. V. in action near the Seminary, at
Gettysburg, he was prostrated by the enemy’s
balls. One leg was amputated, and he was in
bed forty-two weeks before he could arise and
stand upon the other wounded limb, which is
still unhealed, though improving. Mr. Wor
den, we understand, is unfitted for military
duty, but has fought the slave power with his
quill, for a quarter of a century. However
desirable to a civil “ veteran,” as a compara
tive holiday, an easy and well paying clerk
ship might have been, he seems to have felt
towards the fighting soldier—as did Sidney in
our first quoted extract, “Thy necessity is
greater than mine.” Mr. Coburn, in the same
commendable spirit, made the appointment.
Our aim in copying the article of the Senti
nel, and enlarging upon it, is not the honor or
praise of the individuals named, well deserv
ing though they may be, but to adduce one prac
tical example of self-sacrificing regard for the
men who have truly suffered in a great and holy
cause, and to exhort others to imitation.
THE CHROMO-LITHOGRAPH.
The beautiful Chromo-Lithograph in nine
colors, of the Buildings of the Great Central
Fair, now being struck off at the table in Union
Avenue, (and sold at cost) attracts the atten
tion of every visitor. Among the lookers on
the other evening, was a gentleman from the
country, via, one or two or three drinking
saloons. He planted himself as steadily as
circumstances would admit, near the operator
of the press, and spoke :
“I’ve been about in my time. I’ve had my
fortergraft took ; I’ve seen authorgratts, and
parrotgrafts in the papers, and other kind of
grafts, but I never see, no never, at any table,
such another crumb-lifter-graft as you’ve got.
there. Never, nev-er.”—He bought one for
family use.
Comfort in Adversity. —A lady complains
that she has received too many papers for her