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In the evening at 7 o’clock. Prayer Mooting in the Lecture Boom every Wednesday evening at 7 o’clock. Sabbath School in same room at 9% o'clock in the morning. METHODIST EPISCOPAL— Rev. W. Lee Spotswood. Partor —Preaching every Sabbath morning at U o’clock, and in "the evening at 7 o’clock. Prayer Meeting in the Lactoro Room every Wednesday evening at i o clock.— Sabbath School in the same room at 2 o’clock P.. M. ' EVANGELICAL LUTHERAN —Rev. C. L. Enuiipau), Paalor— Preaching every Sabbath morning at 11 o’clock, and in'the evening at 7 o’clock. Prayer Meeting in the Ucturo Room every Wednesday evening at 7 o clock.— Sabbath School in same room at 9 o’clock A. M. BAPTIST—Rev. A. H. Sikbqwer, Pastor.—Preaching eurv Sabbath morning at 11 o’clock, and in the cveningat To'clsck.' Prayer Meeting every Wednesday evening at 7 o'clock. Sabbath School,at 9 o’cbick A. M. UNITED BRETHREN—Kov. SiiICSL Kepiuat, Pastor. Preaching every Sabbath morning at 11 o’clock, and in the creningat 7 o’clock. Prayer Meeting in the Lecture Room every Wednesday evening at 7 o’clock. Sabbatn SchooUn the came. roomi at 8 otclock in the morning. \ PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL—(No regular Pastor.)— Preaching on Sabbath morning at 11 o’clock, and in, the ‘evening at 7 o’clock. Prayer Meeting every Wednesday evening at 7 o’clock. Sabbath School at 9 o’clock A. M. ENGLISH CATHOLIC—Bov. Jobs Ttnoo, Pastor—Di vine services every Sabbath morning at 10U o’clock and In the afternoon at S o’clock. Sabbath School at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. GERMAN CATHOLIC—Bev. , Pastor. —Divine services every Sabbath morning at 10W o’clock, and in the afterhbon at 3 o’clock. Sabbath School at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. AFRICAN METHODIST—Rev. Auxabuu Jobbstob, Pastor.—Preaching every Fourth Sabbsth in each month. Prayer Meeting every Friday evening at 7 o’clock. Sab bath Sshool at J o’clock in the afternoon. RAIL ROAD SCHEDULE. 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On Sundays, from 7 46 till 9 00 a. h. QEO. W.PATTON P. M MEETINGS OF ASSOCIATIONS. MOUNTAIN LODGE, No. 281, A. Y. H., meets on second Tuesday of eachmonth, at 7% o’clock P. H., in the third story of the MooObic Temple. MOUNTAIN R. A. CHAPTER, No. 189. R. A. C., meete on the Srst Thursday Of each month, at 7J$ o’clock P. M., In same room as above. MOUNTAIN COUNCIL, No. 9, R. A 8. M„ meete on the first Monday of each month, at V/i o’clock P. M„ in same room as abote. MOUNTAIN COMHAKDBRY, No. 10, K. T. meete on the fonrth Tuesday of each month, at 7% o’clock P. M., in same room as shore. ALTOONA LODGE, No. 473, 1.0. of 0. F, mails every Friday evening,'at 714 o’clock, In the second story of the Masonic Temple. VERANDA LODGE, No. 632. 1.0.0f0. F, meete every Tuesday evening, at 7 o’clock, in third story of Patton’s Building, on Virginia street. WINNERAOO TRIBE, No. 36, I. 0. R. M, meete every Tuesday evening in the second story of Masonic Temple. Council Ere kindled et 7th nut 30th breath. ALTOONA DIVISION. No. 311, 8. of T., meete every Saturday evening, et T o’clock, in the second story of the Masonic Temple. STATE OFFICERS. Oottmor— Andrew 0. Curtin. Secretary of Stole—Eli Slilkr. Attorney General—Vi iliiam M. Meredith. Auditor General —Thomas E. Cochran. Sumyor General— William L. Wright. Adjutant Genera!—E. M. Biddle. Slate Treasurer—Henry D. Moore. BLAIR COUNTY OFFICERS. Judgu of the Omrtt.— Prealdent Judge, Hon Georg* Tay lor. Associates, Samuel Deao, Adam Moeee. suae Senator—Boa; Lento W; Hail. Axfmbtynan— I ThaMeas Banks. PnOumotery-- AntSonyß. Morrow. Register ana J&conier—Hugh A. Caldwell. McCaxnant- Bepnty—John Harks. Oiitrict Attorney—Benjamin L. Hewlt. __ f.buniy CbitmitHoner* "George L. Cowan, George Koon, Jsmea M. Klnkead* ■ Junty Storeyor—James L. Gwin. Treaiarer—John MclLeage. fW JBouit Director*—Peter Good, William Barley, David Aurandt. bounty Auditors—A. 11. Lloyd, Eobt. M. Messimer, L. L Moore. °nmner —Aj J. Freeman. <f Common School*— John Mitchell ALTOONA BOROUGH OFFICERS. •J»*Mca of the Aaoe—Jncob M. Cherry, John McClelland. ™SM*—John AUUon. , QmneU—A. A. Smyth, Daniel Langhman, John Mc- Dowell, H. Greenwood, cTlLsßoatatter, N. J. Mervlna. «*’*too7i«<iti-e.M.Woodkok. IWamrer—DaHW-tanghman. JWreeiort—Goo. B. Cramer, John Shoemaker, J. B. Hllemen.'Wm. Boyden, Jamea Lowther.'B. A. Bock. "?®*wer of School Board—J.3. Hilemnn; Cbnrtaile-Joeeph K.Kly. Cbamdjr, Borough and School Tax— Joe. A. Klj. -d»ditor»_John Lowther, C. J. Mann, Alex. McCormick. JOha McClelland. •J«d*aj AMetwra—Jacob Homer, J. L. Retftnyder. JtaNnu-But Ward—William Maloney. “ Went Ward—Johnli. Piper. , ** North Ward—Cfarirthui WhUtler. ■ "•Peetei*— *art,Ward—D. M, Greene, John Boopfr. “ Weet Ward—J.K. Bellman, JUjbtTSSalrnj. ’ Forth Ward—Ksbt. MeOormlck, John Condo. ibvicc Promt* itimUr Mmlkly. VOYAGE OF THE GOOD SHIP UNION. BY OLIVER WKMDKLL HOUCKS, TU midnight; through my tronUed dream ,' Loud wailee the tempest cry; Before' the gale, with tatterod «*U, A ihip goee plunging by. What namet Where bound!—Tbe rocka around Bepeat the loud halloo. The good ship Union, Southward bound: God help her and her crew! And is the old flag flying still That o’er year Cithers flew, ' With bands of white and rosy light* And field of starry blue r .Ay I look aloft! its folds full oft— . . Have braved the roaring blast, ~ And still shaft fly when from the sky ‘ This black typhoon has pastl - Speak, pilot of the storm-tost bark l\ ■ - May I thy peril share? O landsman, these are fearful seas The brave alono may dare! —Nay, roler of the rebel deep, * . What matters wind or wave f rocks that wreck your reeling deck Will leave me nought to save! O tandaman, art thou false or true? W£at sign hast thou to show 7 r—The crimson stains from loyal veins That bold my heart-blood's flow I —Enough! what more shall honor claim 7 \ I know; Che sacred sign; Abore thy head our flag shall spread. Our ocean path be thine! The bark satis on; the Pilgrim's Capfc • Lies low along her lee. Whoso headland crooks It anchor flukes ' To lock the shore and sea. No treason here! it cost too dear - .To win the barren realm! And true and free the hands must bo That hold the whaler's helm! Still on! Manhattan's narrowing bay | No Rebel cruiser scars; Jlcr waters feel no pirates keel That flaunts the fallen stars! N f-But watch x the light on yonder,height— Ay, pilot, have a care! Some lingering crowd in mist may shroud : The capes of Delaware 7 Say, pilot, what this fort may be, Whose sentinels look down Prom moeted walls that show the sea : Their deepembrasures’ frown! The Rebel host claims all the coast, ! But these are friends, we know. Whose footprints spoil the “ sacred soil,” And this is? Fort Honroe 1. The breakers roar—how bean the shore ? ' —The traitorous wreckers’ hand* ’ Hare quenched the blase that poured its rays Along the Hatteras sands. ?—Ha! say not to! I see its glow! ; ’ Again the shoals display Thsjwacon light that shines by night, ; The Union Stars by day! The good ship flies to mfldarskiee, - : The wave more gently flows. The softening breese wafts o’er the Mas . The breath of Beaufort’s rose. What fold is this the sweet winds ktoa, : Fair-striped and many-starred. Whose shadow palls the orphaned walls ' The twins of Beauregard ? What j heard yon not Port Eoyal’s doom 1 How the black war-ships came. And turned the Beaufort roses* bloom To redder wreaths of flame 1 How fromßebellion’s broken reed ; Wo saw his emblem fall, •As soon his cnrse*d poison weed Shall drop from Sumpter’s wall f : On! on I Pulaski’s iron hail Fall harmless on Tybee! , Her topsails feel the freshening gale. She strikes the open sea; She rbnndstbe point, she.threads the keys That Guard the Land of Flowers, And rides at last where Arm and fluid Her own Gibraltar towers! The good ship Union’s voyage is o’sr, At anchor safe the swings, And load and clear with .cheer on cheer Her joyous welcome rings: Hurrah 1 Hurrah 1 it shakes the ware, - It thunders on the shore— One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One Nation, evermore 1 J»lwt |ps«ttao|. THE EOT PATRIOT. A Story of the Revolution. History is filled with the, deeds of the men of the Bevolution, nor ore the patriot women forgotten in the huming words of the apnals of’76, but where is the history which tells of the patriotism of the boys of that gloomy period ? Who writes their biographies? There were boys in the Bevolution— beys of noble patriotism and dauntless spirit—boys who would not become trai tors though the rank and gibbet con founded them—boys who toiled with an endurance and boldness unequalled in toe annals of a nation for toe independence of “ Old Thirteen,” and had they their just desert, the brightest star in America’s constellation, and toe wide# stripe in her bread canvass, would be dedicated to toe “Beys 0f’76.” Let us relate an instance: It was in the year 1776, Philadelphia was in foe hands of Howe and his inhuman soldiery, while the Held of Brandywine gate the Aineri can people an evidanpe of B|itaahhumani ty;. . The inhabitants of petjnsjdmnia and Delaware ware at the mercy of their foes. Bands of Hessian dragoons scouted the viitnnity of Philadelphia for miles around, and committed acts which would disgrace a Vandal. ALTOONA, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH 6, 1862. On the evening of a delightful autumn day: a group of buys, ranging in age from twelve to seventeen years, were gathered together on the steps of a tenantlees store house in the little village of Newark, Delaware. The town seemed lonely, and with the exception of the band referred to, not a human being met the eye. All the men capable of bearing amis bad left homes to join the army of Washing ton on the Schuylkill. A youth of six teen years, mounted on a barrel, was giv ing an account of the disastrous battle of Brandywine. James Wilson, the orator, was a bold boy, enthusiastic in his love for the American danse, and poqpessed of no little intelligence. His bright blue eyes and flaxen hair gave him an effemi nate appearance, but beneath that plain homespun jacket ' throbbed a heart that never shrank before any obstacle. His father was the commander of the Dela ware troops, and his mother was dead.- The boy concluded bis narrative and was, lamenting that he could not join the army. “I am not old enough,” said he, “but had I a good musket I would not stand idle here with my hands useless by my side.” “ Are there no guns of any description in the village ?” asked a listening youth. “ No. I have spent nearly a week try ing to find one, but my efforts have been of no avail. I strongly suspect, that the old toiy Livingston has several in his house, hut as he allows no one to trespass on his land, I am unable to say positive ly.” “ Why not take a party and search his dwelling?” said Frank Howard. “He has no one to assist him but his cowardly son George, and I can thrash him as easy as that,” and the boy Snapped his fingers to announce the readiness with which he could trounce old Livingston’s cowardly son. James Wilson’s eyes sparkled with joy at the thought. “If there are any three boys in this crowd who will help me, I will search old Livingston’s bouse this night.-. All who are willing to go, just step forward three paces.” Every boy in the crowd stepped forward without a moment’s hesitation. James’ eyes flashed like firei “Now by the death of Bunker Hill, I will search old Livingston’s house, though death stands in my path.” With a firm tread, and with the utmost silence, the young heroes took up their march for old Livingston’s. Livingston had long been suspected of harboring British spies, and some of bis former la borers had reported that he kept up a regular correspondence with the British commander. At all events, he was gener ally regarded by the Whigs as a danger ous man. His house was situated a short distance from Whitoday creek, on the side of a steep hiU, surrounded on all sides by tall trees. It was just such a place as one might suppose suitable for the purpose of plotting treason. At the time James Wilson and his little band left the deseiled storehouse in the village of Newark, dusk had given place to the dark shades of night; still it was not dark, the new moon was shining brightly through the clouds, and every object was perfectly discernible. The boys walked firmly forward maintaining a solemn silence. At length they gained the bank of the creek and slowly following the winding path, soon came to a little bridge which crossed a shallow rivulet, leading info Whiteclay, and James ordered them to halt. “Let Frank Howard and myself recon noiter the premises! first to see whether any danger may be apprehended. All the rest stand here until We return. Make no noise and keep a constant watch.” James and Frank silently departed, and were soon lost in the thick woods through which the path ran. Scarcely had they gone from their companions, when the quick ear of Wilson detected a noise. “Hist!” stud he to Frank, as he pulled him behind a gigantic beech tree. Pres ently George Livingston came in sight— James Wilson darted from his covert and tightly grasped the boy by the neck. The cowardly yonth trembled like a reed. “ Speak one word,” whispered his cap tor, “ and I’ll toes you into the creek.” The tory’s son, struck dumb with fright, found himself in the midst of the whole group of boy with the vice like grasp of James and! Frank on either arm. “Now,” said James, “answer me prompt* ly and truly, or Til make your position uncomfortable. Do you heart Who are in your father’s house at this moment!” “I—l—cannot tell” stammered the half dead boy. “ shall tall, o>—” “Spare me, and j will tell everything. When I left the house there was no one there but our fondly and Major Brad stone.” “Who is he!” said James. “I don't know—l don’t indeed,” stud George. “Tdll” threatened Frank. “He is the captain of the Yorkshire dragoons” ‘Hie blue eyes of James glistened with [nfDEPKNDENT IN joy, and he soon gained from the lory’s son a revelation which stamped his father a traitor of the most appalling character. He discovered that old Livingston not only kept up a correspondence with the British commander, bat that; be had so plotted in his traitorous design that the little village of Newark was to be burned to ashes, and women and children left" ex posed to the pitiless foe. The old toiy was to receive as his reward the land whereon the village stood and an 'annual pension from the British government. But, stranger than all, the plot was to be consummated on the very night the: lory’s son had been captured, while he was going on an errand to a neighbor, about two miles distant. The little of heroes: learned, too, that the British troops had secured their horses in Liv ingston’s stable, and intended to descend the creek in a large boat, There were twenty of them besides their captain.— Major Bradstone, the leader of the band, was in temper and heart, a thorough de mon, and scrupled not in his cruelty to de stroy the slumbering infant, or the rick wife.. Not a few in that youthful band trembled for a widowed mother or a de fenceless sister. Some were for departing immediately, but James Wilson, still re taining his grasp on the lory’s son, ordered all to be silent. The prisoner was tied hand to foot, a thick handkerchief bound over his mouth to prevent him from call ing for assistance, and a stout cord fast ened to his breast and wound about a tree. All hope of escape forsook George Living ston. Wilson motioned his little band to follow him, and in a few moments they stood on the 'summit of a high precipice which overhung Whiteday Creek. “Now, boys,” arid Wilson, “the narra tive which we have just heard is true, and as we have no muskets or ammunition, we must make the best of the occasion. The British band will pass this spot in their boats, and as we have an hour to work, let us busy ourselves in rolling some of these large rocks to the edge of the preci pice, and when the men and boats pass below, let us sink them to the bottom. Each boy immediately set to work, and in ah incredible short mace of time, nine huge rods, each half a ton in weight, were balanced upon the edge of the giant precipice. The creek at this point was not more than twenty feet wide and was directly overhung by the mass of rocks on which our heroes stood. If the British descended the creek they would certainly pass this spot; and if they passed it death was their certain fete. In about an hour the quick ear of James Wilson detected the measured beat of muffled oars. “ They are coming,” he whispered, “let no one drop his rock nntill give the word, and then all at once.” It was a beautiful night to wreck a work of .death. The heavens were spangled with innumerable stars, and every object which the moon beams played upon, spar kled-with silvery radiance. Closer and dearer came the doomed royalists, and the hearts of the boy patriots beat wildly within their bosoms. Peeping cautiously over the cliffs, Jas. Wilson saw the tory boat slowly but surely approaching: An officer stood on the bows guiding the oarsmen, by his orders and tlje epaulets on his shoulders told that he was the identical friend. Major Brad stone. “ Don’t drop till I give the order,” again whispered Wilson! When the boat was about twelve feet from the rook, the boy leader fell securely behind his stone defense and shouted: “Who goes there?” In a moment the oarsmen ceased rowing and gazed with astonishment shove them. The impetus which the boat hitd acquired, caused it to drift slowly beneath the rock, and just as it .was fairly below came forth tbc loud doomed words “ Cut loose in the name of Liberty!” Each boy pushed his rock at that, in stant as if with one impulse; the gigantic stones fell. - A loud shriek from the dark waters told how well the- plan had suc ceeded, and as the exultant boys again looked over the rocks nothing was seen but a few pieces of wood. The boat had been burst to pieces, and the occupants found a grave at the bottom of Whiteday. A cry of victory burst from the joyous lips of the youthful patriots, and it was echoed along in solemn grandeur. “Now for our prisoners!” cried Frank Howard, bounding ahead; but what was the astonishment of the boys to find that in his efforts to get free, George Livings ton had been caught hy the fatal cord mid choked to death. There was no rime for repining; the traitor and his son had mot their deserved doom, and there was no one to mourn their loss. “ Such be the'end of America’s foes for* ever V? said James Wilson. Old Livingston’s house was searched, and to the surprise of every one, not merely guns, but throe brass field pieces, several barrels of powder, and an abundance of balb, were concealed in the tory*s cellar. Tbs military stores found here were given over to the American troops, mid found a joyous welcome at their headquarters.—- Bad not the British party beenso agnaUy ; defeated along the banks of the Whiteday,. the town of Newark, and the whole north-; em part of the State of Delaware would: I have been overrun by predatory bands of i British soldiers. James Wilson and Frank: Howard both joined the army of Greene, smd served with distinction in the South ern campaign. Frank fell in the memor able battle ojfEntaw Springs, bewailed by; all who knew him. James lost a leg at the siege of Torktown, and retired to his native village, blit mortification ensued, and he expired with the ever to be remem-; bered wordson his lip»—“Cut loose in; the name of liberty!” The village of Newark still stands, and has becooiie a town of some celebrity.— The scene Of the defeat of the British by the boy patriots is still printed out, and is a sacred sjwt in the annals of Nevrerk. Such, readers, were the acts of the boys of ’76, and though they have no mono-; mental pile to preserve their memories, they live in legends, songs and verses, where they yrili exist when history has been swept into obscurity. Let our lit erary men redeem from darkness the deeds of American youths, and while they re count the achievements of our Revolution ary patriots, let them not forget the boy heroes. , A Battle with a Muskbat. —A few days since a desperate and rather novel battle ocoured in Swatara township, this county, between a young man named Ul rich, and a large muskrat. It appears that while Mr. Ulrich was walking along the Union Canal he noticed a muskrat in a field, secreted behind some bushes.— Quietly moving up to the animal, he thought with one blow to lie musk dead at his feet. But it was not so easily done.— The rat, on the application of the young man’s boot, showed battle, and made at him like a savage dog, compelling Mr. U. to retreat a short distance. The animal,, however, took advantage of its making several attempts at the throat of the young man, fortunately succeeding only in tearing his vest and coat. At this stage of the battle—-both belligerents pretty; near exhausted —the young man happily, procured a stick, and soon ended the battle by taking the life of the fighting rat — That a muskrat would attack a man or; give battle is something new, at least to us; but we have the above from, authority that dare not be questioned. —Middletown (Pa.) Journal. The LxteMb. Pennington. —A strange Story. —The death of Ex-Governor Pen nington, of N. J., is said to have been the result of his; taking eight grains |of mor phine by mistake. He bad been complain ing of tjrphcdd fever, which at times af fected bom so severely as to cause tempo rary aberration of mind. ' Sunday morning he appeared to be no; better, and si prescription was written for quinine, aodj rent to the drug srore of Hr. C. W. Badger, on Broad street, Newark The prescription, directing powders, yras dispensed and labeled “ quinine.” Shortly after the powder was administered to the Governor. |ln the course of a few min utes it was discovered that there was something Wrong, and upon examination the powders; were found to be morphine, eight grains of which had been taken.— The sad affair will be fully investigated,; when particulars will be made public. Wit at the White House.— Vanity Fair of this week has the following good thing : Our “ Washington Reliable” sends us the following flash of federal' fun by tele-; graph. At the fate levee at the White House, the President asked the Russian Ambassa dor whether he -would have taken him for. an American if he had met him anywhere elre than in this country. “No,” said the distinguished Musco vite, who like Old Abe is a bit of wag, “ I should have taken you for a Pole.” “So I:am,” exclaimed the President, straightening himself up to his full alti tude, “ and |s liberty Pole at that.” •9* A shop was broken open one night, but, strange to say, nothing was carried off. ■ Thei proprietor was making his brag of it, at the some time expressing his surprise at losing nothing. - “Not at all surprising,” said his neighbor; “ the rob bers lighted a lamp, didn’tthey?” “Yes,” was foe reply. “Well,” continued the neighbor, “ they found your goods marked so high, they couldn’t; afford to take them.” 0* AI man who cheats in short measure is a measureless rogue. Hin whiisky, then he is a rogue in spirit Ifhegivesa bad title fo land,,then he is » rogue $ deed. If hbgives short measure inwlusf» then he is a rogue ingrain. Ahd if hie cheats when he can, he is in deed, inspim, in grain, a measureless rofpm. ; «r On hearing a deigyroen reouk, “the world js fidl of change,” .IjCpi., Par tington said, die could hardly mind to wHere it, so little (hand* UC into her pooket , EDITORS AND PROPRIETORS. Bad fob thb Cow, —The editor of the Schoharie (N- Y.) Patriot thinks the G«b eral Government represents the locomotive, and the seceding States the cow, in die following story: When George Stephenson, the celebra ted Scotch engineer, had completed his model of a locomotive, he presented him self before the British Parliament, and asked die attention and support of that body. ; The grave M. P.’s looking sneer ingly at his invention, said: “ So you have made a carriage to run only by steam V “Yes, my lords!” . “And you expect your carriage to run on parallel rails, so that it can’t go off, do you?” “ Yes, my lords!” “ Well' now, Mr. Stephenson, let os show you how absurd your idal iin is. Sup pose when your carriage is running upen these rails at the rate of twenty or thirty iniles per hour, if you are extravagant enough to suppose such a thing poialde, a cow should 1 get in its way. You can’t turn out for her—-what then ?” “ Then (’will be bad for the cow, my lords.” v, Human Life. —Men seldom think of the geat event of death until the shadows fall across their own path) hiding forever from their eyes the traces of loved ones whose living smiles were the sunlight of their existence. Death is the great an tagonist of life, and the cold thought of the tomb is the skeleton of all feasts: We do not want to go through the dork val ley, although its passage may lead to para dise; and with Charles Lamb, we do not want to lie down in the muddy g|rave, even with kings and princes for ourbed-fellows. But the fix of nature isjnexorable. There is no appeal from the great law whisk dooms os to pod we fede as the leaves of the forrestmid the flowers that bloom and witherin have not a frailer hope upon life thak the mightiest monarch that ever shook the .earth with bis footsteps. Generations of mep appear and Vanishpa the grass, and the countless multitude which mis the world to-day, will to-morrow disappear, as the footsteps on the shore. Salt in Thboat Diseases.— -We tgjp the following from an exchange, which our readers will do well to rebqliect, as rt may be beneficial to them: ‘*ln these days when diseases of. the throat are so prevalent, and in many cairn so fetal, the use qf common salt is nocah mended as an effectual remedy. We com menced by using it three times a day— morning, noon mid night. We dissolved a large table-spoonful of table salt in {about half a tumbler toll of cold water 'With this we gained the throatmost [thoroughly before meal-time. The result [Has been that, during the entire imnrnr, \we were not only free from the tonal coughs to which, so fer as our memory ex tends, we have always fbeen subject, bat [the dry hackingcpugh has entirely disap peared. We attribute this satisfjwtoryre sult entirely to the salt gargle.” Weight <w a m Gold. —To the question “what is tbs weight of a million dollars in gold?” an officer of the mint answers as follows: The weight of a mOftm dollars tJmted Stans currency in gold is 53,750 troy. ounces. ■This makes 4,479 pounds, 2 ounces—or nearly two tons and a quarter, 2,000 pounds to each ton. As wejgffity as it is, no doubt if the amount fered to anybody who coffin lift it, persons would be ready to break thssr necks in the vain attempt. CT Boileau being frequently by _an idle ignorant person, qdm plained that he did not return his visits, “ Sir,” said the French satirist, “we are not upon equal terms; you call upon me merely to get rid of your time:; when I call upon you I lose mine.” For fear that be should qnpie to life after he was buried, a Paxisianold gentleman provided in his will that after his death his face was to be co|ted anf with pitch, his mouth and npptri|f hermeti cally sealed, and an indaoD pde jn his heart O*A dandy while beingmeaenred for a pair of boots,observed, “make them cover the <s#l£? exclaimed the wtfrndfbed artist, surveying his owtomar fromhead to foot; ' “I lmvenH h jf VUoh ofourEßclishmeaarehe bad most reason to complain of faia laon m toe Wash. ? * '«. ' , ! Matbxwowy —Some danderindbaohe lot daysft is h-iiabb^ 1 ithsßrJorfßnt 'get married, but it ismoinjmv after* drlfcre i? pve «f evil m+inpvi A:- . "4 •/ NO. 6.
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