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CHURCHES, MINISTERS, AC.
PRESBYTERIAN—Rev. Buns, Psatbr—Preschlog
t;Ter - gabbstb morning at 11 o’clock, and. 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.
ON AMD AFTER MONDAY, JAN. 27, 1802, TRAINS
will arrive at and leave Altoona Station as follows:
Bilir... Train Boat arrive* 9,36P.U., leaves 9,55 P. M,
“ Weal “ 8,20 A. M. “ 8,40 A.M.
Fast “ Boat “ 7,40 A.M. “ 7,55 A.M.
•‘ “ Weet “ 8,65 P.M., “ 9,10 P.M.
Kell “ JSut “ 11.80 A. M., 12.05 P.M.
“ Weet “ 3,15 P.M., “ 3,30 P.M;
Il,e IIOLLIDATBBUEO BRANCH connects with Ei
lircas Train Weet, and hat Line and Mail Train East and
West.
INDIANA BRANCH TRAINS connect with Mail train
and Johnetown Accommodation Bast and Weet, Express
West, and With Local Freights.
ENOCH LEWIS, Gm’l Supt.
MAILS CLOSE AND OPEN.
HAILS CLOSE.
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Western Way.
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Western Through.,..
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MAILS ARRIVE.
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Western Through 3 10 A.M.
KaMern Through 8 26 “
Western Way 11 22 A.M,
Eastern Way 1 56 P.M
Omci Houaa:—During the week, from S 45 a. jrJ till
7 00 r. x. On Sundays, from 7 46 till 9 00 a. h.
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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.
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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
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