HjeMiitfr m> fßwite. (_ i * ? % ;.-; ,r. BIT MEIERS 1 RE\IOKD. WHOLE NO. 2764. VOL 53. 33rcdi t i c s . [Cr"There is a young lady living in Saratoga, who has visited the grave of a sister every mor ning for three years.—A more touching sight we have seldom seen in this inconstant and forgetful world, than this devout maiden kneel in to place flowers upon the green coverlet of a sister's "narrow bed" and to repeat her morn ing prayers, where none but God can hear them. There is fanaticism of the affections which we canr.ot hut reverence; and the scene we have alluded to makes th love for woman holy even to those whose skepticism ha 3 become cbronsc. "Joseph, are von a philanthropist ?" said a gentleman to our colored gemman, yesterday. "Lord, yes, Massa ! Lobs every body has an affection for the whole human race, all mankind in particular." The latest case of absence of mind is recorded of a lady about to "whip up" some HOJ S for sponge cake, who whipt the baby and sang Watt's crable hvmn to the eggs. An Irish man's description of making a cannon. "Take a long hole and pour brass around it." An Irishman was challenged to fight a duel but declined on the plea that he did not wish to leave his ou!d mother an orphan. Recently a ladv stopped at the Madison House Covington Kv., with her husband and thirtv-two children. She was about sixty years of age, but looked young and heart v. If this can be beaten, we are readv to chronicle the fact. The 01 io State Fair has been very successful. The Cincinnati Gazette says that twenty-five thousand passengprs passed over the Hamilton 3nd Davton railroad in one day. Thomas Ballow, of Watertown,X. Y., as we learn from the Journal , lost in the space of eigh teen davs, five bright stout, and healthy children by scarlet fever. Miss Sophia Granger, of Rutler, Pa., while ! out berrying slipped from a high hank, fell into deep water below, and was drowned. A .an, named Hiram Cole, is under arrest '■ at Garrettsville, Geauga county, Ohio, for the ( murder of his wife. The Georgia Sentinel urges the Hon. A. H. j Stephens for the Speakership of the next House j of Reprejrntatives. The Jewish population of France has, since | 18QfJ f doubled, and now amounts to 100,000 souls. The Jewish population of Paris, which in 1808, amounted to 2,755, counts now 8,000 souls. Mr. Gripes, the usurer, to whom a sixpence always looks as large as a cartwheel, is in the habit of holding his breath while the tailor meas ures him, so that his garments will require the less cloth. The tongue was intended for a divine organ, but the devil often plavs upon it. Miss Hannah \V. Brinton, M. D., a graduate of the Female Medical College of Pennsylvania, has located in Lancaster. The Exjutss savs : | Miss B. is a native of this countv, of a highly resp-ctable and widely connected family, and thoroughly educated in the various branches of j medical scince. A despatch from Lecompton, Kansas, states that the Constitutional Convention consumed a week in organizing, and adjourned until the third Monday in October. —A great demand for mechanics exists at present in Memphis, Tenn. Bricklayers and carpenters especially, are in great request. — The city is growing rapidly, demand for labor is great, and remunerating prices are paid. According to the most recent French styles lor ladies' dresses, it will lake 22 yards to make anything like a jiattern. Who is going to get married at this rate? "Ah," said an Englishman, "T belong to a country upon which the sun never sets." "And ! I. said a Yankee, "belong to a country of i which there is no correct map; it grows so fast j that surveyors can't keep up with it." ashington Irving is gathering the mate rials for a life of Kit Carson. —The experiments recently made with the Chinese sugar cane have resulted so favorably oat it is not unlikely it will become a staple j plant of the country. . -There is a great demand for building mate rial in St. Louis. Bricks have gone up to $8,50 per thousand. One brick maker there is clearing *lOO per day by his operations. —lt has been satisfactorily ascertained that enter the water for divers reasons, and come out for sundry motives. -\\ hat is more beautifol and poetical than child s idea of ice—'Water gone to sleep.' - 7~*^ r McLoskey, a gentleman worth some •5 -0,000, dying in Paris,left $6,000 tp a niece in Dubuque, lowa. The niece or legatee died on ' e same day as the testator. If the hour of her eatfi preceded his, the legacy lapsed; if it suc ceeded his,the legacy is vested in her. The fime 0 their decease was so nearly identical that it is opposed it will have to be determined by the ifferetice between solar and true time. Louis on Saturday, a crop ofchoice ; IMo< mi barley, some 2,500 bushels, wa* sold by f or j u t ure delivery, at $1.25 per bushel. —lt is stated that one firm in New York will *• this Summer $BO,OOO to $lOO,OOO worth of blackberries. -—An honest farmer thus writes to the chair, than of an English agricultural society: "Gentle 'tten, please put me down on your list of cattle lor a bull." DJ not anxiously expect what is not yet ; do not vainly regret what is already past. Select JJottin. i THE COTTAGER AM) IYAI'OLEOX. Can any one read the following stanzas, translated from Beranger, the greatest lyric poet of the nineteenth century, and wonder why I ranee, from cottager to king, mourns the death of her sweet ballad-songster? Amid the lowly, straw-built shed, Long will the peasant seek his glory; And when some fifty years have tied, 1 he thatch will heaA no other story. Around some old and hoary dame I he village crowd will oft exclaim "Mother, now till midnight chimes, 1 ell us the tales of other times. He wronged us ; say it, if they will, 1 he people love his memory still; Mother, now the day is dun, Mother, tell us now of hirn." "My children—in our village here, I saw him once by kings attended: I hat time this many a year, For scarce my maiden days were ended. On foot he climbed the hill, and nigh lo where I watched him passing by; Small his hat upon that day, And he wore a coat of gray: And when he saw me shake with dread, 'Good day to you, my dear!' he said" "Oh! and mother, is it true? Mother, dnl he speak to you?" "From this a year had passed away: Again in Bans streets 1 found him; To Notre Da me he rode that day, With all Iris gallant court around him— All eyes admired the show the while, No face that did not wear a smile: 'See how brightly shines the sky! 'lis for him!' the people cry: And then his face was soft with jov, lor God had blessed him with a boy." "Mother, oh! how glad to see Days that must so happy be!" "But, when o'er our province ran I he bloody armies of the strangers, Alone he seemed, that famous man, To fight against a thousand dangers. One evening, just like this one here, I heard a knock that made me fear, Entered, when I op'ed the door, He, and guards perhaps a score; And seated where 1 sit he said, 'To what a war I have been led!' " "Mother, and was tfiat the chau i Mother, was he ividHilfhere?" "Dame, I am hungry!" then he cried: I set out wine and bread before him; There at the fire his clothes he dried, And slept while watched his followers o'er him. When, with a start, he lose from sleep, He saw rue in my terror weep, And he said, 'Nav, our France is strong; Soon I will avenge her wrong.' It is the dearest thins of mine, The glass in which he drank his wine." "Arid, through change nf good and ill, Mother, you have kept it still." SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS. —A wealthy epicure applied to an Arabian doctor for a prescription that would restore his body to health, and give happiness to his mind. The physician advised j him to exchange shirts with a man who was perfectly contented with his lot. Whereupon the patient set out on a journey in pursuit of such a person. After many months spent without accomplishing his object, he was told ofa certain cobbler of whom every one had spoken as a mo del of contentment and happiness. Pursuing the direction given, the traveler w>as at length rewarded with the sight of the cobbler enjoying a comfortable nap on a board. Without cere mony he was aroused from his slumbers, and the important interrogatory whether he was con tented with his lot was answered in the affirma tive. "Then," said the seeker after happiness, "I have one small boon to ask at your hand. It is that von exchange shirts with me, that by this means I also may become contented and hap py." | "Most gladly would I accede to the request," j replied the cobbler, 'hut—' "Nav, refuse me not," interrupted the man of' wealth; "any sum that you may name shall be 1 thine." "I sepk not thy wealth," said the cobbler, "but —but"— "What?" "But the truth is— l have no shirt!" HUMAN ELEV ATION. "I know" says Channing, "but one elevation of a human being, and this is Elevation ofSoul. Without this, it matters nothing where a man stands, or what he possesses; and with it, he , towers, lie is one of God's nobility, no matter what place he holds in the social scale. There ate not different kinds of dignity for dif ferent orders of men, hut one and Ihe same to all. The only elevation ofa human being, consists in the exercise, growth, energy of the higher principles and powers of his soul. A bird may be shot upward by a foreign force, | but it rises, in the true sense of the word, only when it spreads its own wings, and soars by its own living power. So a man may b- thrust up wards in a conspicuous place by outward acci dents, but he rises only as far as he exerts him self, and expands his best faculties, and ascends | by a free effort, to a noble region of thought and action." —An Irish counsel being questioned by a Judge, to know for whom he was concerned replied, "I am concerned, my lord, for the plaintiff ; hut I am employed by the defendant." Doubt and distraction on earth—the bright ness of truth in heaven. FRIDAY MORNING, BEDFORD, PA., OCTOBER 2,1857. miscellaneous. DOGOLOGY—I \E\Y SdEMi;. ANECDOTE OF GENERAL LESLIE COOMBS. Although a veteran of the war of 1812 and one of us bravest, General Coombs still retains the sprighthness of youth; his head is erect, ■ his back straight a* a pine tree, his eye bright as a game cock s, and his laugh as cheerful as the carol of a bird in nestling time. All these qualifies are doubtless owing to an inter nal well spring of wit and humor" as certain to keep the outer man fresh and verdurous as the *l" a y "I 4 fountain will keep its borders in per petual bloom. One day the General was trav elling i„ a stage coach with one of those unhap py philosophers who bestow more attention up on the bumps on their'skufl than on the linings thereof, yclept phrenologists. Of course, every body m the stage was bored hy this professor, until the Geheial drew him into an unluckv ambuscade. "Sir," said Leslie, "I used to he of opinion that this science was neither correct, nor founded upon proper grounds, although J had never given the subject the attention I now find it merits; but I am convinced, from the ver\ able discourse you have given us, that vour theory 13 a just one, and of no little conse quence when we n-ed to make an estimate of (lie characters and dispositions of ne-n. Jlut al though I had no great faith in it, yet I was sometimes struck with the resemblances in its leading features to a science with which 1 am familiar, and by which I airi in a great measure guided in my intercourse with strangers" 'I presume, - interrupted the professor, with a sonte of self-satisfaction, 'you allude to physi ognomy?' 'No, sir, replied the General, 'my science is dogology.' 'Dogology!' echoed the Professor, aghast. 'Dogology,' said th-General, with a winning' smile, •[ can always tell, sir, by the appearance ola dog, what sort of a man his master is.' 'Sir, replied the phrenologist, drawing him self up stiffly, 'I S'-e your intention is tu cast ridicule upon my science.' 'Pardon me,'said the General, with the most amiable expression ot countenance, ] will con vinco you to the contrary. At the next town i where we stop for dinner, and which 1 have i never visited before, I will tell you from the j dogs in the street what sort of men their owners ' are. And if ( fail to do so, I will forfeit the ; drinks for the whole stage load of passengers.' • ♦Oh, ye*! that you could readily make up a ' TflMHi J mil foes I .OUR.-i tlry " n imaginary character for that of the master of every dog, I have tolerable good reason for be lieving. But how am Ito tell whether you are correct or not? I am a stranger here as well as yourself,' said the wary professor. 'We will leave the decision to the landlord of the tavern where we stop. He must know j every person in the place,' replied the Gener- j ah 'Agreed,' said the phrenologist, winking at the other passengers, and regaining his sell-satis fied air; 'I agree to that, and will for ft it the drinks it tfie landlord's account tallies with vour descriptions.' On arriving at the tavern,dinner was speedi ly discussed, the passengers being anxious to en- j joy the exhibition ol' this novel science. The General beckoned the landlord out of the bar room. This drew all the idlers with him, so that | with them and the passengers there w as a toler- j able large group in front of the tavern, and of course this attracted other persons to see what , was going on; so that by the time the landlord i had been made acquainted with his duties as ar- ; biter, quite a respectable audience was collected, in numbers, at least. 'The owner of that dog,' said the General, as , a fine pointer, with a steel chain collar around . his rieck, passed, 'is a gentleman of education and property. He lives well, dresses well; has . a tine hourse, (the best house in town, quoth the | landlord,) enjovs himself rationally, is fond ot society, a sportsman, (that he is,) is generally i popular and on good terms with his neighbors. ] How is that, landlord?' 'True as a die,' said the landlord, 'the very man.' Just then a little wiry Scotch terrier darted from under a garden gate, opposite, and rushed up street after a Hock of chickens. 'The owner of that dog,' said the speaker, 'is a hoy about fourteen or fifteen years of age. A sly little rogue, always about some mischief; lie is a spoil ed child: perhaps the only one, he andth* dog are constant companions, and neither are happy unless engaged in some scrape; and the neigh borhood is no doubt in trouble all the time with their pranks.' 'By jolly,' said the landlord, 'there's some thing in this here dogology. That boy is just such a boy as you say he is, stranger." 'The owner of that dog,' continued the Gen eral, as a pug-nosed hull-dog, with great wrink les on his cheeks, short, belligerent ears, heavy, thick eyes, broad chest, bandy forelegs, and a tail that looked as if it had been drove up. made its appearance, 'is an uneducated man. In disposition he is suspicions and obstinate; veiy wrong headed; not likely to have many friends, if any, men like himself: not apt lo take much interest in public affairs; close in his dealing, and not given to talk much.' 'Bv thunder!' said the landlord, 'you've got him The owner of that bull-dog is a dutch butcher. He don't talk, lor he can t speak English good; he don't take no interest in public matters, cause he can't vote, and he s obstinate as a mule, as 1 know, for lit* a v\avs gets more pounds of meat on his bill '''j" 1 ' is in his weight, and he won't take off a cent neither.' .. , . . 'That dog,' said General Leslie, elevating his voice, for he was very much elated wit ) suc cess so far, and he saw a capital specimen of the bull terrier coming up the road—a umon of fe rocity arid cunning—heaw-heade , an •- 11 ed, broad-breasted, eyes like coals of fire, ears and tail drove in for rough and tumble fighting Freedom of Thought acd Opinion. j 'that dog, gentlemen, is owned by a man who j is probably the worst man in this town, if not in the State of Kentucky. He is destitute of honor and principle, and would not hesitate to take the life of any man for the sake of a fdw dollars. Here he was interrupted by a voice in the crowd: 'Look here, stranger, you're making* a little too free with my character, by Gard! That ! dog belongs to me!' and the speaker pushed his way through the crowd, and confronted the dogologist. 'My friend,' said the General, carr.ly, pushing the hair back from his high forehpad, 'J want to ask you a question—where did you get that dog?' 'I raised him." said the man. 'Then,'said the General, 'l've lost the drinks. , I was only betting on dogology,and my friend, you have swept me. Come in,' said he to the phrenologist, 'J want you to feel (he bumps of this gentleman, and I hope the rest of the crowd wrli join me in a drink to old Kentucky.' Any person who has seen the Great West' will know how cheerfully this last sentiment j was approved of' by the crowd generally.— Cozzen's Wine Press. [From the Press. i THE AIR OF YANKEE DOODLE- During my residence in London, several ! years ago, the following letter came into my j possession, and thinking that it might prove of: some interest to your many readers, J enclose : you a copy ior publication in The Press.— ! Whatever may be the origin of the air of Van- j kee Doodle, it lias become to us so entirely na- i tional in its character, that any information in j relation to it cannot fail to b" received with I great interest by the American people. The; writer of the letter, Dr. Reinbault, is an emin- . ent professor of music in London. He has de- I voted many years of his life to the collection j and preservation ot the popular airs of England j and other countries, and his thorough acquaint ance with the subject about which he writes renders him high authority, and enables him to ' throw additional light upon the origin of our i most popular national melody. The letter reads ; as follows: LONDON, July 21, 1854. Dr. Reinbault presents his compliments to , and regrets very much that owing to his being away from Loudon, 's letter has re mained so long unanswered. With re.pect to the air of Yankee Doodle, the earliest copy which Dr. Reinbault has found „ •„ ' r..•*• " 3510r. < ijiiKPrrdnnp'wsf 1750," where it is printed in 6-8 time, and call ed "Fishers Jig." This is very interesting, be cause for more than half a century the air in question has been sung in our nurseries to the verse. "Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; Not a hit of money in it, Only binding round it." According to a set of old engravingsof Lon don characters ? (probably by Holler.) published in the reign of Charles 11, Kitty Fisher figures as a courtesan ot that period. This seems to send the time back a long ways. It has been said that the air of Yankee Doo dle dates still further back,and that the verse "Yankee Doodle carne to town, Upon a little ponev; He stuck a Father in his hat, And called it macaroni.,' relates (with the alteration of Nan kee for Yan kee) to Cromwell. The lines are said to allude to his going into Oxford with a single plume fastened in a knot, called a macaroni. But this is all conjecture; alt that we know for certain is that the air in question was known in England tne first half ot the last century as "Kitty Fish er's Jig." Dr. Reinbault has all the popular music of England from the earliest time, but finds no trace of the air of Yankee Doodle (in print) before the year 1750. In connection with this subject, 1 also learned, when in London, that about the middle or to wards the close of the last century, there was a musical clock attached to a church in the' City' proper, somewhere in the neighborhood of the famous Bow-Bells, which daily, at the hour of twelve among other melodies, played the air Yankee Doodle. I endeavored to trace the story to its foundation, and ascertain if possible the exact locality of the edifice that contained the clock. But the labor was in vain. Noth ing definite could he learned, and no vestige of the building could be found. The simple story that such a thing had been, was all that time,iri its ravages, had permitted to come down to the present. Yet, whether it he true or false, there can be no doubt of the fact that the air of Yan kee Doodle was composed and sung long before the American Revolution. English mothers had taught it lo their children, little dreaming that the day wow id come when from their loins would spring a generation of men who would take that strain, and blending it with a nation's glory, make t echo along the whole earth's sur face. And now it has become the song of a grpat people. Wherever "civilization spreads her luminous wings," Yankee Doodle may be heard mingling with the morning breeze and lingering in the evening air. Simple and touching in its melo dy, it has a magic influence to stir up old memo- j ries in the patriot's heart, whether he be in his : 'own native lanfl, or on some distant foreign j shore. And it will continue to thrill with its : resistless power the people of our Union, as long ! as we preserve (he land our fathers left us undi- ' vided and an unbroken heiitage. Fatkfully your friend, HERMAN LEIGH. "In short, adies, and gentlprnen," said an I overpowered rrafor, 'I can only say— I beg leave i to add—l desi eto assure you—that I wish I had j a window in fiy bosom, that you might see i the emotioos rf my heart." Vulgar boy from ! the gallery: 'Won't a pane in your stomach i do this time ?' VJDOCQ'S LAST EXPLOIT- Ia our last, we mentioned the death of Vidocq, the celebrated I'ai is detective. The following in j relation to him we cut from the Paris correspond ; ence of the New York Daily Times : j Vidocq's period ofglory was the Restoration.— ; He was the creator of the popular Brigade dt ! Surtte, of which he was a long time the chief. His memoirs, which he published, I believe, in i 1829, in four large volumes, have been translated i into English, German, Italian and Spanish. : For a long time he was the hero, the mystery, the godof the Parisians. Himself a thief, he came out of the chain gang to enter the police., If a robbery or an assassination was committed, the first question was, "Is Vidocq alter the mal | efactor"' Or if the malefactor escaped,everybody j exclaimed, "That's because Vidocq was not in | the aifair 1" Finally Vidocq fell into the exciu ; sive business of watching for hire, infidel wives 1 arid husbands, a highly lucrative and amusing > occupation at Paris, but certainly not very rep utable. Even in his later years so great was his : renown in his buisness that his aid was frequent ly sought by wealthy people. His last exploit was the following: A rich meichant went to him to consult on a i deficit of 150,000 francs which he found on his ! books. Vidocq demanded— "What is the age of your cashier ?" "Twenty-five. But lam as sure of him as iof myself: he has also been robbed ;he is a vic -1 tirn like myself." ! "Are you married ?" "Yes." "How old is your wife?" Is she handsome? Is she honest ?" "Oh, Sir, inv wife is virtue itsell—honorable,! | attached to me, above—" "Never mind all that; your cashier is 32 ;is | your wife handsome f" | "Since you insist upon knowing, she is band some, but—" "But ! but! no matter about the huts: You ! wish to find your monpy, don't you, and you ! have confidence in me?" "Of course I have since lam here!" '•Very well, then; go back home, make her be lieve that you are going on a journey, and intro duce me into the house." This was done. The merchant left home, and Vidocq hid himself in a closet near the cham ber of the lady. Breakfast was served, a young | man was shown in, and was thus addressed by | Madame: "Very we]', Arthur, he is gone, but he sus j pecfs us, and we are lost." 'i J i. - .*■ —i ■ -•!' o >.,-■ —; - . v... i...J • i rade of love and desolation, concluding with 1 these words: "Only one road is left open for us ; let us take what remains and embark for—" Vidocq stepped out of his concealment. Grand taoleau. "My children be calm, or I'll break both your I heads," said Vidocq. "We understand each other I suppose ? Now, tell me where is the stolen money ?" "We hive only 100,000 francs left," replied the woman. Are you telling the truth?" "Oh, I swear it." "Very well! Give it to me." The money i was given over. "Now, then, let this affair be forgotten; never j speak of it to your husband, and he shall know ; nothing. As for you. Sir, give me vour del icate little thumbs." He placed handcuffs on the gentleman, conducted him to Havre, put him on a ship hound for America, and lelt him with the French adieu, "Go hang yourself I elsewhere." Vidocq came back to Paris, handed the ! 100,000 francs to the merchant, saying, "Your cashier w3s the thief, but he had spent 50,000 francs of the money with a danseuse. I em barked him for New York. Afterwards no happier family was ever known than that of the merchant. "IXLVT STAY LOAG" It is rarely, indeed, that we have read any thing more truthfully pathetic than the subjoin ed waif, which We find floating among our ex changes. "Dorrt stay long, husband," said a young wife j tenderly, in my presence one evening as her ; husband was preparing to go out. The words themselves were insignificant , but the look of melting loudness with which thev were accom panied spoke volumes. It told "all the whole vast depths of a woman's love—of her grief when the light of his smile, the source of all her jov, beamed not biigbtly upon her. "Don t stay long, husband," and I fancied I saw the loving, gentle wife, sitting alonsr, anx iously counting the moments of her husband's absence—every few moments running to the door to see if he was in sight: and findTrrg that he was not, I tho't that I could hear her exclaiming, in disappointed tones, "not yet." "Don' stay Jong, husband," and I again thought i could see the young wife rocking nervously in the great arm chair, and weeping as though her heart would break as her thought lesss "lord and master" prolonged his stav to a 1 wearisome length oftime. 0 . you that have wives to sav "don't stav long," when you go forth, think of thern kindly . when you are mingling in the busy hive of life, and try, just a little, to make thirhome and hearts happy for they are genu seldom to be re- : placed. You cannot find amid the pleasures of: the world, tile peace and joy that a quiet home, blessed with such a woman's presence will af- ! ford. "Don't stay long, husband !" and the young '< wife's looks seemed to say, for'her, here, "in our i I own sweet home, is a loving heart, whose : music is hushed when you are absent ; here is a soft bieast for you to lay your head upon ' and here are pure lips unsoiled by sip, that will j pay you with kisses for coming back soon. Ihe spontaneous gilts of Heaven are of high i value, but the strength of perseverance gains the ; prize. TERRS, *•! PER YEAR. NEW SERIES VOL 1, N& 9. MAD ANTHONY WAYNE ( Gen. Wayne was a great favorite with all who had served uoder him, and when it was known 1 hat he was to command the expedition against the Indians of the northwest, h'uocireds of his revolutionary comrades flocked to his stan dard and enlisted under his orders. There are those still living among us who remerrjber Gen. Wayne when he took this post. He was very partial to thou# who served under him in thie Revolution, and they qould always approach him with more familiarity than others could. Among these old pets was a somewhat antiquar ted dragoon, extremely averse to labor. He re fused to do any service in time of peace, and had no other ambition in days of quietness than to keep his horse's feet ready for the fight, and his sword bright and sharp. The General wan subject to attacks of the gout, and at such times was cross and petulant, and it then required no slight degree of courage to approach him. But the old dragoon was never daunted bv the General's temper. On one occasion when the General was particularly ill-natured from a severe attack, the old dragoon had some favor to ask ; approaching his room, he peeped in at the door, exclaiming—"Mad Anthony!" The General looked up and angrily ordered him to "be off sir!" Off went the dragoon. In a few minutes he returned looking lito the room and shouted' "Mad Anthony, I say sir !" The Gen eral looked up at him and said, "Be off, you ras cal, and doD't trouble me!" Away went the dragoon. In a few minutes he returned, look i ed into the room and shouted, "Mad Anthony, I say, sir, it is as hard getting a glass of grog out of you as it was to get into Stony Point with you!" This appeal told. 'Waiter', said the General, "give that rascal a glass of brandy and send him off." The old dragoon tossed off 1 the liquor, and retired until he should again be in want of a drink of the General's brandy. Tne above was communicated to the writer, by an old resident, and one familiar with scenes of Indian and frontier war. PREPAREFOR DEATH. A Young man in the vigor of health, was thrown fiom a vehicle, and conveyed to the nearest house, in a state of alarming danger. A physician was called. The first question of the wounded youth, was, "Sir, must I die? must . I die ? deceive me not in this thing." He was told that he could not live more than an hour, j He waked up, as it were at once, to a full sense of the dreadful reality. "Must I then go into eternity in an hour! must I appear before my A—l .-TA J.A,. 1.. U * KM>, U>., I have marie no preparation for tins event. I knew that impenitent youths were sometimes thus cut off suddenly, but it never enteied mv mind that 1 was to he one of that number. And now what shall Idoto be saved? He was told that he must repent and belive in the Lord Jesns Chri.-t. "But how shall I repent and believe ?" There is no time to explain the man ner. Death will not wait for explanation. The work must be done. The whole business of an immortal being in this probationary lite is now ' crowded into one short hour—and that is an hour of mental agony and distraction. Friends were around, and running to and fro in the frenzy of grief. The poor sufferer with a bosom hea ving with emotion, and an eye gleaming with desperation, continued his cry of "What shall I do to bejsaved?" till, in less than an hour, his voice was hushed in the stillness of death. STILL ANOTHER BLACK REPUBLICAN ANGEL FALLEN. —Can it be possible that the fact of air most every clergyman who lent himself to the Fremont disunion scheme, in 1856, having fail en in crime and iniquity, will fail to open the eves of every honest Black Republican to the fact that their conduct is abhorred by the Al mighty, and that for their apostacy, He lias given them over to unbelief and hardness of heart? These men who had dedicated them selves to the service of the great Jehovah , who could not fail to see that the election of Fre mont must inevitably lead to a dismemberment of the Union, forsook their holy calling, and devoted themselves to the service of their coun try's enemies. Now we see the result of their apaslacv. We can scarcely open an exchange but the account of another clergyman falling into crime stares us in the face. This should be enough to con vince every unprejudiced man, that the cause of Black Republicanism is an unholy and God abhorred cause, and that the displeasure of high Heaven sooner or later overtakes those who un derstood its evil tendencies and embarked in if. The clergymen who enrolled themselves under the disunion banner of Black Republicanism are, one after another, being exposed, and consigned to the infamy their crimes and misdeeds entitle I hem to. The Mercer County (Ohio) Standard of the 3rd inst., says that Rev. Wesley Brock, who is one of the loudest Black Republicans ir the north-west, an old minister and recently presiding elder of the district, has been guilty of the crime of seduction, and that the lady whom he has ruined has commenced legal proceedings against him. The Standard in noticing the matter, says ; We do not give publicity to this debasing crime of Mr. Brock with any intention of in juring the church. Far from it. Our sympa thies have always been with the denomination of which he has been a leading but now fallen star. But we have alvvavs thought, and still believe, that so long as the rburch permits its pr- ach-rs to dabble in politics to the neglect of their religious duties, it is sinning against itself in not silencing the renegades immediately. By such a course the church would soon regain the ground lost in the past few vears, and confidence amongst the people. So long as political preaching is allowed, it will continue to suffer.—- Springfield Register. The Utim Telegraph, has an article headed. "Why Old Maids Multiply." This is something* new. It haa always been understood that tbey are just the oner who do not "multiply, and re plenish the earth."
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