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SHOEMAKER'S Store, AT GREATLY REDUCED PRICES' Having just returned from the East, we are now opening a large stock of Fall and Winter Goods, which have been BOUGHT FOR CASH, at nett cash prices, and-will be SOLD CHEAP. This be ing the only full stock of goods brought to Bedford this season, persons will be able to suit themselves better, in style, quality and price, than at any other store in Bedford " The following compriso a few of our prices, viz : Calicoes, at 10, 12. 14, 15, IRNEY AT LAW. BEDFORD, PA. Will faithfully and promptly attend to all business entrusted to his care in Bedford and adjoining counties. Military lairas, back pay, bounty, Ac., speedily collected. Office with Mann A Spang, on Juliana street, t >o doors South of the Mengel House. Jan. 22, 1854, F. M. KIMMELL. I J. W. LINGENFELTER. TT IMM ELL A LINGENFELTER, _IV ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BEDFORD. PA.. Have formed a partnership in the practice of the Law. Office on Juliana street, two doors South ofthe 'Mengel House," Gt, 11. SPANG, ATTORNEY AT JT. LAW BEDFORD. PA. Will promptly at tend to collections and all business entrusted to his care in Bedford and adjoining counties. Office on Juliana Street, three doors south of the "Mengel House," opposite the residence of Mrs. Tate. May 13, 1864. B. F. MEYERS. | J. W. DICKEHSON. MEYERS A DICKERSOX, AT TORNEYS AT LAW, Bedford, Pa., office same as formerly occupied by Hon. W. P. Schell, two doors east of the GAZETTE office, will practice in the several courts of Bedford county. Pensions, bounty and back pay obtained and the purchase and sale of real estate attended to. |mayH,'66. HAYES IRVINE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Will faithfully and promptly attend to all business entrusted to his care. Office with G. H Spang. Esq., on Julianna Street, two doors South of the Mongel House. [may24,67. 3. N. HICKOK, | J. G. MISNICH. JR., Dentists, BEDFORD, PA. Office in the Bank Building, Juliana St. All operations pertaining to Surgical or Me chanical Dentistry carefully performed, and war ranted. Tooth Powders ana mouth Washes, ex cellent articles, always on hand. Tfrms—CASH. Bedford. January 6,1865. J^ENTISTRY! Dr. H. VIRGIL PORTER, (late of New York city.) DENTIST, Would respectfully inform his numerous friends and patrons, that ho i 3 still IN BLOODY RUN, where he may be found at all times prepared to insert those BEAUTIFUL ARTIFICIAL TEETH, at the low price of from Ten to Eigh tf.en Dollars per set. TEETH EXTRACTED, without pain. L#" Temporary sets inserted if desired. All operations warranted. Special attention is invited to Dr. Porter's scientific method of proservingdecayed and aching teeth. H. VIRGIL PORTER. jan.3,'6Btf TyrOTICE OF DISSOLUTION.— The partnership heretofore existing between Richard Langdon and James G Slenker, under the style and title of Langdon and Slenker, is this diy dissolved by mutual consent. The business will hereafter be continued by the said Richard Langdon. RICHARD LANGDON. JAS. G. SLENKER. RMdleshurg. Pa , Oct. 11, '67—m3 Jlrtt-ervadesit j throughout. Those who understand the Pennsylvania patois , will find it a ! rare treat. We shall give a transla tion next week: HAEMWEH. I. | Jch wees net was die Ursach is'— : Wees net warum leh's thu' ! En jedes yohr mach Icli der Weg Der alte Haemath zu. Hah weiters nix Zu suche' dort— Ke Erbschaft un ke Geld; \ Un'doeh treibt mieh dasHaem-gafuehl | So stark wie alle Welt; | Nord start leh ewa ab, un geh' Wie owa schon gemelt. 11. Wie naeeher das leh kotom zum Ziel, ' Wie sterker will leh geh ; 1 For eppes in meim Hertz werdletz Un' tli ut mir kreislich well— Der letsehte Hivel spring leh nuf, Un' eps leh drowa bin Streck Ich mieh uf so hoeh leh kan Un' guk mit lusehta hin, leh sell's alt Stehaus durch dießaenie, ; Un' wot leh wer schon drin. ! ni. ; Guk wie der Ivuec'na Schanshte schmok'd— Wie oft hab Ich sel k'seh ! Wai.n ich draus in de Felder war, I A Buwele yung un' kle. ! O senseht (lie Fenschterscheibe dort ? • Sie gucke roth wie Blut; I lab oft considert,—doeh net g'wist, ' Das sel! die Bonn so thut; Ya, manches wees en kind noch net— Wan's debt, wers a' net gut! IV. Wie gleich Ich selle Babble Baeme ' Sie stehn wie Brueder daar ; i Un' uf em Gippel—g'wis Ich leb! Hockt alleweil e' Staar! 'S' Gippel buegt sieh—guk wie's i gaunsclied— i Er hebt sich awer feseht. Ich sell sei rotlie flugela plain, Wan er sei Fettere wescht; Wili wetta dassei Fraule hot . Uf seliem Barae a Nescht! V. | O, es gedeukt mir noch ganz gut, : We selle verry Baeme, i Net groeser als en Welshkorn-stock, Gebroeht sin warra Uaeme. Die Mam me war ans Grandat'sg'west, Dort warra Baeme wie die; Drei Wipiein hot sie mit gebroeht ; Un' g' sat: "Dort plantzt sie hie." i Mir hensgethu—un' glabseh t dus now— ! Dort, selle Baeme sin sie! VI. 5 Guk!—werklich leh bin schier am Haus!— Wie schnell get doeh die Zeit! Wainm m'r so in Gedanke gelit So werts m'r net wie weit. Dort is der shop, dio weishkorn Crib, Die Cider-press dort drafts; Dort is die Seheur, un dort die Spring- Frisk quel It das Wasser raus; Un' guk ! die same alt klapbord Fens, Un's Taerle vor era Ilaus. VII. Alles is still !—sie wissa net Das Epper Fremdes kommt. Ich denk der alte Watch is Tod, Sehonst wer er raus gejumpt ; For er hot als vorschinert brillt Wan er hot's Taerle g'hoert; Es war d'a Travlers greislich bang, Sie werra gans verstehrt; Ke g'fohr—er hot paar mol gegautzt, Nord is er um gekert. VIII. Alles is still!—die Tare is zu ! Ich steh—besinne mieh ! Es rappclt doeh e wenig now Dort hinna in der Kueeh. Ich geh net nei—lch kann noch net! Mci Hertz fuelt schwer un' krank ; Ich geh e wenig uf dießorch Un hok mieh uf die Bank— Es seht mieh niemand wan ich heul, H inter der Trauwarank ! IX. Zwe Blaetz sin do uf derra Borch, Die halt Ich hock in aeht, Bis ineines Leben's Sonn versinkt In stiller Todes Nacht! Wo ich vora alte Vater-haus S'erscht mol bin ganga fort, Stand inei Mam me weinend da An sellem Riegel dort! Un nix is inirso heilig now Als grada seller Ort! X. Ich kann sie Heut noch sehna steh Ihr Schnuptuch in der Hand ; Die Backa roth—die Auge nass— -0 wie sie docli do stand ! Dort gab leli ihr my Ferrewell, Un' weinte als Ich's gab, ! S' war's let/.te mol in derra Welt, | Das Ich's ihr gowa hab! Before Ich widder koinma bin ! War sie in ilirem Grab! XI. Now wan Ich an my Mamine denk, i Un' mane Ich det sie seh, | Sosteht sie an dem Riegel dort, Un' weint weil Ich wek geh ! Ich seh sie net itn Sehockle Stuhl, ! Net an kern annere Ort— j Ich denk net an sie als im Grab— j Yuscht steht sie immer vor mein Ilertz Un' weint noch liebreich fort! ; XII. ! Was machts das leh so dorthie guk, j An sell End von der Bank ! 1 Wescht du's? Mei Hertz is noch net tod, i Ich wees es—Gott sei dank ! ; Wie manchmal sats mei Tatty dort Am Sommer Xachmittag? i Die Handen uf der schoos gekreitzt— | Sei Stock bei seite lag. | Was hot er dort im stilla denkt J Wer moocht es wissa—Sag? XIII. j Veleicht is es e kindhoit's Trauni, 1 Das ihn so sanft bewegt; Oder is ere Yunglingjetzt, Der Schoena Planna Jegt! | Er hebt sei Auga uf yuscht now, j Un' gukt weit ueber's Feld, i Er seiit veleicht der Kirchhof dort, j Der schon die Mamme haelt! Er sehnt verleieht nach seiner Rnh ! Dort in der bessere Welt! XIV. I Ich woes net soil Ich nei in's Haus— Ich zitter an der Tehr! Es is wol alles foil inside, Un' doeh is alles lelir ! 'Sis net meh Haetn wie's emol war Un kans a nirarao sei; j Was naus mit unsere Eltere gcht, j Kommt Ewig nimme nei! Die Freude hat der Tod ge-ernt, ' Das Trauertheil is mei! xv. So geths in derra rauhe Welt Wo alles mus vergeh ! Ya, in dor alte Haemath gar, 1 uehlt m'r sich all alleh ! O wan's not fuhr den Iltmmel wer, Mit seiner schoene Ruh, Dann wer's m'r do schon lang verlaed, Ich wisst not was Z' thu, Doch Iloffnung leuchtet meinem Weg Der ew'gen Haemath Zu. XVI. Dort is en schon,' schon' Fater-haus; Doit geht m'r nimrae fort; Es weint ke gute Mam me meli Insellem freudo Ort. Ke Tattesucht meh for en Grab, Wo was er lieh hat liegt! Sell is ke Elend-Welt wie die, Wo alle Luseht betruegt; Dort hat das Lewa ewiglich, Ueberden Tod gesiegt. XVII. Dort find m'r was m'r do verliert, Un' pal Is in Ewigkeit; Dort Lewa unsere Tode all In licht un' ewiger Freud! Wie oft, wan Ich in Truwell bin, Denk ich an sellc Ruh, Un wot, wan's nur Gott's Wille wer, Ich ging ihrschneller Zu, Doch wart Ich bis nieiStunde Scblaegt, Xort sag Ich—Welt, Adieu ! OS I.Y .1 <)LI.AR. "She sews very nicely," said Mr. Wharton : "really, very nice indeed. j And if you have any work you wish done well and cheaply, I would advise, you to employ her." Mrs. Wharton was sitting before the ! bright fire of anthracite coa', in her j crimson silk morning wrapper, with j her glossy hair smooth as satin, and ■ her pretty hands, loaded with rich j rings, lying in her lap. She felt that: she was doing a charitable deed in ' employing this poor and deserving! soldier's widow, and a still greater j one in recommending her friends. It is so easy to be a good Christian, i under some circumstances! "Well, I shall certainly send for her," ! said Mrs. Marvin. "What did you tell me her name and address was?" "Oh, she is called Mrs. Leggett, and lives in one of these horrid musty tenement housse, No. —, street, the back room in the third story." Mrs. Marvin entered the details in little pearl-bound tablets, and took her leave, internally convinced that Mrs. Wharton was a "good Samaritan," of the very highest class. Meanwhile the latter lady was gaz-! ing dreamily into the fire, and wonder ing what toilets would be most appro- [ priate for the morrow evening's soiree. "There's my pea green satin," mus ed Mrs. Wharton, checking off the various garments on the tips of her | white fingers; "but I've worn it there already. And there's my Marie Louise blue silk, if this skirt was only gored a little more. The lemon-colored brocade is not becoming to me. I'm sorry I bought it. And the white i grenadine not worn at Mrs. Armyn's. j My wine-colored silk, with the ruby I set, would look well, if the odious; Fanny Palmer hadn't got one just like it. And purple velvet don't light up j well at night. Oh, dear! I really think I must have something new. A rose colored tissue, perhaps, or a white • India muslin. My wardrobe is get- j ting dreadfully behind hand. Dear j me! who's that? How you startled me, Mrs. Leggett!" "I beg your pardon, ma'am, I am J sure," said the slender, meek-looking ' little seamstress, rustlnig softly for-, ward, in her garments of shabby, well- j worn black; "but I knocked twice, and | you did not answer." "Then you should knock louder, next time," said the irritable, line lady.— I "However, now that you are here, j you may as well sit down. Good i gracious, how wet you are—positively dripping!" " Yes, ma'am; it is raining very hard, : and 1 have no umbrella." "No umbrella? Dear me, how shocking! Well, did you bring home those things?" "Yes, ma'am: here they are*" And the seamstress produced a neat packet from beneath her shawl. "I hope to goodness you didn't get them wet? No: they seem tolerably dry. What is the bill?" "Six dollars, ma'am." "Six dollars! Isn't that high, Mrs. Leggett?" said Mrs. Wharton, discon tentedly. "I worked eleven days faithfully on them, ma'am." "Well, 1 suppose 1 must pay what you ask ?" said Mrs. Wharton, open ing her purse, and slowly examining its compartments. "Dear me! I have only a five dollar bill. 1 suppose you coulcl not change a twenty?" Mrs. Leggett smiled bitterly: "No ma'am, I could not." "Well, then, we'll call it five dollars, won't we? A dollar isn't much either way, and the five is ali I've got." "A dollar is a grat deal to me, Mrs. Wharton." The lady's smooth brow contracted: "I have given you a great deal of work, Mrs. Leggett." "I know it, ma'am, and I am very much obliged to you for your kind ness." "And I should be sorry to have so trifling a thing as a dollar part us now." Mrs. Leggett was silent; she did not know what to say. "Call it five dollars," said Mrs. Wharton, tossing the bill into the lap of the soldier's widow; "a dollar don't signify, and I recommended my friend | Mrs. Marvin, to employ you only this morning." "Thank you madam," said the poor 1 woman, faintly, as shetook the money, VOL. 62.—-WHOLE No. 5,429. | feeling inwardly that she had been de frauded, yet perfectly aware that she had no means of redress. And she once more went forth into the rain and tempest of the dismal j November morning. "Ma'am, if you please," said Mary | the waitress, "here's the newspaper boy—he says master told him you would pay the bill this week." "How much is it, Mary?" "A dollar, ma'am." "How provoking, I haven't a dollar ; in the house." "He says he has orders not to leave ' the house until it is paid." "lie is very impertinent," said the lady, coloring up, and, for the first time in her petted life, feeling the ! want of a dollar. Mrs. Clarence Fitzgerald was the next person announced—a lady of the utmost style, whose acquaintance Mrs. Wharton had just succeeded in mak | i"g. "You will stare at my being out in i this storm, my dear," floating grace fully into the apartment, "but I am raising a dollar subscription for a poor musician who has just broken his arm. Of course I may depend upon you?" ! Mrs. Wharton colored: "I will send it round in the morning." | "That won't do," said Mrs. Fitz gerald, shrugging her shoulders. "I am determined to settle the business i to day." "I am very sorry," said our morti ; fled heroine, "but I have not a dol j lar." Mrs. Fitzgerald bowed coldly—evi- i dently she did not believe the protes-! tation— and Mrs. Wharton saw her! enter her coupe and drive away, with j the comfortable consciousness that she would be invited to no more of Mrs. Clarence Fitzgeralds' delightfully ex clusive parties. "Mrs. Wharton,'' said the cook, there's a boy at the door from the fruiteries—he has an elegant pine ap ple Mrs. Pepper sent round." "It will be the very thing I want for dessert," said Mrs. Wharton; "how much is it ? "A dollar, ma'am." Once more the everlasting dollar!— i Mrs. Wharton bit her lip with vexa tion. "Tell him to leave it, Bridget, and I'll call and settle to-morrow." "He says, ma'am, Mrs. Dalton wants it, if ye don't happen to have the mon ey handy. Pine apples doesn't go beggin' this season of the year." "Let Mrs. Dalton have it, then; I will never buy another article of Pep per." Mrs. Wharton was considerably an noyed. "To think a dollar should be such a useful thing!"she muttered to her self, taking up her portfolio. A half-finished letter lay there—one to her sister, who was the wife of a clergyman out West, with a flock of little children around her. The last words she had written were, "I send you a dollar to buy a doll for the baby, my little namesake." "How provoking she exclaimed, "I can't even finish my letter, for lack of the everlasting dollar!" She leaned back in the velvet cushion of her chair,and drowsily watching the blaze and listening to the patter of the rain against the window, fell fast asleep. Where was she? In the spectre-boat of Charon, gliding over the river Styx —and as the bark touched the shores j of the other world, the ghastly toll gatherer extended his hand relentless ly: "Your fare, if you please, ma'am." j Mrs. Wharton had her fare ready she handed it up, eager to pass through j the Gates where she could see the mu sical wave of the palm trees and the sparkle of glittering tides that flowed beneath their shadow. "►Short by a dollar, ma'am, short by the single dollar you cheated the poor seamstress out of. You cannotenter !" Mrs. Wharton drew a hundred dol lar bill out. The grim Cerberus shook his head: "If you had ten thousand, it wouldn't! do. Nothing will serve our purpose j but that one dollar!" Charon turned the boat briskly round. Mi's. Wharton was just open ing her lips to utter a wild cry of an xious pleading—^when she woke up. "I have been dreaming," said Mrs. j Wharton, looking round the cozy i room; "but dear me, what a frightful j dream it was. That one dollar! will i the recording angel really set it down ! against me, in the latter day accounts." She shuddered; somehow the dollar has assumed preternaturally large do I mensions! ; "Charles! Charles!" How welcome was the footstep of her husband upon i the stairs. ! "Well, what is it?" ! "Have you a dollar ?" "Haifa dozen of 'em, if you want." | "But I only want one—a one dollar j bill." He gave it to her—she rang the i bell. "John, I want you to put on your In dia-rubber cloak and take this bill 'round to Mrs. Leggett! Tell her it is what I owe her!" John departed, and Mrs. Wharton ; breathed more easily. "Perhaps they will let me into the j Gates, now !" she said dreainedly. "My dear, what do you mean?" de ; manded her astonished husband. And Mrs. Wharton told him the sto ry of her day's adventures, and the dream that had closed them. "Helen," said her husband gravely, "let this bo a lesson to you never to neglect the just dues of the poor. A dollar is not much to us—to them it may be the last bulwark between thorn and starvation." But there was no danger of Mrs. "\Y barton's forgetting the lesson she had received. KBKEJIKS OF THE XORTII. ARE VOL FREE? ARISE A-\l> SPLAIi. Freemen of the North! Know that the clutch of usurpation isat the throat of your Ministers of Justice; that your treacherous servants, determined to destroy your Constitution, defended by your Chief Magistrate, have desper ately resolved upon abnegating the legislative branch of your government, entrusted to their perfidious hands, and in order to demolish all restraint of treason, are about to destroy all the departments of government, even their own, and lifting your liberties from your sovereign shoulders, to lay all at the feet of a military despot. Know, people of the great free North, that your chains are forged, that the bayo nets, as it were, are sharpened, the muskets charged, the orders written that are to mete out to each one of you what liberty, what property, what life he shall retain. Behold at your fire sides the appartiion of the guard for a midnight arrest ; in your places of wor ship, the armed censors of your pray ers ; in your fields, at your work ta bles, on the high roads, the snaky and skulking detective. Listen! You may hear the drum as it drops in at your startled ear, the palsy that thick ens your yet free tongue. We tell you that the Supreme Court is to be struck down, that the equal balance In the Tiiree Great Departments is swaying from its equilibrium; that the great tripod of the Republic is to be broken up; that from your political temples your betrayers are banishing your gods, and from the Genius of your freedom are wrenching her inviolable scepter; that a few wretches, drunk upon irre sponsible power, loathsome with guilt, hideous with blood, and mad with lust, may riot in your halls of power, through the degradation of the South, your liberties are to be destroyed, your Constitution subverted, your Republic dissolved, and your name dishonored among nations forever. Arise, freemen, in your fiery majesty! Consume with the lighting of your powerful rebuke this devilish combina tion of perfidy and greed. Shake off the fatal incredulity which lays you supine in the midst of peril, and let not the sun go down ere you have shaken the earth with your mighty tread. Gather, in every hamlet in the land, from Eastport to Astoria, and send up to Heaven the shout of your indigna tion. The winding sheet of your free dom is woven and its coffin made.— Shall it die and be buried?— National Intelligencer. THE ST FA n HA\. Few men have been more talked of or wondered at during the past fort night than Mr. Derldiek's steam man —certainly none in as short an existence have become so widely famous. Many persons incredulously received the sto ry of its creation, and ridiculed the idea of an iron man moved by machin ery. Several accidents in experimen ting persuaded others that the project was only visionary,and could never be come an available power. A few prac tical machinists, however, sympathi zing with Mr. Deddrick, were confident of success. Their hopes have been re alized, and now the wonderful piece of mechanism, if it would but speak, would undoubtedly exclaim " Homo sum!" The delays that were experi enced in introducing his majesty to the public were occasioned by weakness of the knees, brought on perhaps by over excitement in view of the trial to which he was to be subjected. The old spiral springs which we de scribed as being necessary to throw the foot toward have been superseded by stronger of more simple construction. Yesterday steam was generated and lie (or it ?) performed to the entire satis faction of admiring friends. Last night a trial trip was made through Broad street, to Crump's garden, opposite Military Park, where the machine will be exhibited to the public during the coining week. Mr. Deddrick has been almost besieged by the calls of the curious and floods ol letters have pour ed in from all parts of the country. A crowd of Newarkers, the day after the publication of the description of the invention in our columns, thronged the door-way and effectually darkened the windows of the shop, threatening to deter the machinists from comple ting their work. A large United States flag which some enthusiastic in dividual has presented to the inventor, lias been arranged so as to allow the "man" some privacy, and the besiegers are dropping off in their attentions. One day last week, a committee of five gentlemen from Albany called upon Mr. Deddrick, to decide a bet as to whether there was any reality in tho thing, as it was thought by sorao that it wasouly a newspaper hoax. Near ly fifty letters, asking for further infor mation, have been received. Some contain orders for men and propositions for territorial rights for the manufac ture and sale of them. A gentleman from Chicago thinks the affair is just what is needed for work upon the prairies and level lands of the West, and proposes that it be allowed "to walk to Chicago," as the sensation produced would eclipse Weston's in his pedestrian trip. Other parties make equally encouraging propositions. Some are exceedingly facetious. A person in Pennsylvania wants a male and female, that he may stock his place. „ , . Among the letters are five from la dies pretending to be in search of hus bands. One gentleman wants a lady ! made to order, but the inventor ungal i lantly replied that as his creatures do not talk, he is doubtful whether a I woman would be a success.—Newark ' .4 rfnertisei'.