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BLANK BOOKS, jonfectionajoes <; TOBACCO, IK GjtEAT VARIETY IliY ON BjUH>. a OLICE GAZETTE •I of Crtnw «nd te » • wMdy circulated ttrw*hu»‘ I mil the Oramt tarttilMl itarimlaou Uumbi*, wlrt Jbttm, ui totelasljiui, er nxmuin; tl lbr mU moDtlw, 1° ». (who should Witt* ftsKW” State whet* they rcaide-plalBl)-) Sifi.w.lLiTSßU-AOtt, ' of New York Polk.jjyKW's. : jfeajktW* 3TION ERY ’ERSAtOON, IBEK WOULD IN t Attaonm and fWaferftft W* and fKCIT BTOR*. •»»!*•>• l artkui to be had, and la fte* 1 it SALOON t i bleb be will Mtte op W®** 8 I**Boo. AD * PlESatKax* oniAmd. w* to saMdy oakth c*. irVKritM a lecaa render 10 .alooni.onVl^aat^«»“ aMt-ft dnire qMUty, *» W* 10 TBKCH.I am ngyJ'SStole, i Ptw- The Arts are lurid on the haunted Wl, Where Lyon’s lordly, name brings tears and terrors still. How right! bow treason flashed and vaunted! We had no country and the slave no bopel Where slept the sword that in the erst could cope With grander tyrannies, whofe banners flaunted . Over the Empires where its Chieftains led! A deep reply came up from Hilton Head; From stormy Batteras the answer broke. And echoed down the strapd of Boanoke, And broke in thunder on the And vengeance trembled on the Ups of law. Where Tennessee raised her pngyved hand. And Siegel broke the chains qf Arkanssw! • We have made history! ourselves have done it, And begged no help from Emperors and Peers; Thrown our own gauntlet down, and won it, Called from our own sweet valea these volunteers, And fed them with our golden sheaves and ears. The rills obscure, that sang the livelong year. So lonesomely that none were known to hear; The mill-roads, where choked up the tracks, And stopped the ox-cart; add the patch of pines. Where never within rang the axe, But ever through the seasons brays and whines The gust, that stirs the reed-{ops in the fens; The hidden-cottages in glens; The sleepy cross-road, whejetho sign-post gleams, And boors beside the well-trough rein their teams; The village, only known In county mapifc, , Where never a murderhsppened through the ages. And twice a week the malls dome down in stages, And life was a succession of short naps: These have been made world-famous!. .Populaces Shall visit them fopayo, as storied places: The Czar shall mention them upon his throne, And seamen, that keepwatehes of cold nights, Couple them with long inarches and great fights; The antiquary treasure bits of bone Picked up, at ploughing, by tome'grinding clown, Who quoth: “ How great graveyardto 90 small a town I” Hereafter Come romances, pt our themes Are prouder than the Tirana or the Gahls. We have our Davids, Jonathans, and Sauls, Whose deeds vriU coveriolfoi! and reams. Where every dusty tail-tor Screams ami steams. Look out on battle-pUina apd monuments. ALTOONA, PA., THURSDAY, MAY 8, 1862. And any dimes nod pence. Keep for the urchin's hat yon stumble over His grandsire fought at Pittsburg and at Dover! Not yet, my the thousands still contending Forbid the hope that half the world confesses: The Eagle stralos and gnaws his yielding Jessies: A moment more—he shall be heavenward wending, ' ' And all our stars In the same azure blending. Break, (hen, these sabres, strike the iron mall From every hnU,and let these bristling marts Be gentle havens for the gentler arts. Where commerce sleeps beneath each whitening sail, And labor walks with love In every vule Where gleam tbeSe tents, let patient herds go lowing, And ood on every slope their golden fleece: Subdue the storms so long and rnthly blowing. And usher iu the day of perfect peace! HOW JACK PHILLIPS RECOVERED THE MULE FROM THE SECESH, BY CAPTAIN JKRE WILLIAMS. If the stories of incidents and adven tures current in any of the numerous camps in the neighborhood of seceshdom, could be collected in book form they would make a very readable work. I may send you a string of such as are afloat in our region, atsome future time ; at present, I will re late one which came to my knowledge a few days since. Squire Bailey had the biggest and best, and most docile mule in Marlin’s Bottom, and Marlin’s Bottom is about the biggest and best neighborhood on Greenbrier riv er. Squire Bailey was inclined to be a good Union man, and did Mfc entirely con ceal his sentiments, notvmhstandiug the presence of Floyd’s army in the vicinity. About the time of Floyd’s “tumultuous flight” from that region, he was very much in need, of transportation, and according to established usages among secesh, he pro ceeded to levy upon the teams of the neighboring farmers. Of course a Union man, like Squire Bailey, was not to es cape; but Squire Bailey, taking time by the forelock, very quietly, one night, re moved to a safe locality all his live stock, except his favorite mule, which he kept for hauling wood and going to mill. This mule being apparently the only support of a large and increasing family, Squire Bai ley fondly believed the Secesh would not be heartless enough to rob him of it. But Squire Bailey did not understand Secesh. r One fine morning along came Quartermaster Blifie, accompanied- by half a dozen armed men form Floyd’s army.— Squire Bailey was standing at his gate when Quartermaster Blifie approached, and commenced a conversation with him. “ Good morning Mr.—a—Mr. —■” “Bailey,” suggested the Squire. “Yes, Bailey; good morning, Mr. Bai- lev.” “ Hornin’ ”, said the! squire. “I understand, Mr. Bailey, that you have a number of horses and mules which you wish to dispose of to our glorious Con federacy.” “ Mistake, .sir,” said Bailey: “ I have none to sejl anybody.” “But, Mr. Bailey, some gentlemen in formed me yesterday, that you had quite a number of horses and mules.” “If you’ll believe your eyes, instead of ‘some gentlemen,’ Mr. Quartermaster, you cansee.fyr yourself that I have nothin’ but that inule, in the log pen there, and that I can’t possibly keep house" without.” N “ Ah! I see the mule,” said Blifie, look ing through the cracks. “ You’d be ask ing fifty dollars for that mule, I s’pose.— Well, it’s a big price, but if you won’t take less, I’U have to give it. Corporal, just write a note for fifty dollars, payable in Florida swamp lands, at twenty-five dol lars an acre, i two years after our glorious Confederacy achieves undisputed indepen dence.” ; “ But, iMp.-' Blifie,” remonstrated the Squire, “if you take my mule my family will freeze to; death, and starve to death, too, afore spring. And if I had twenty mules I could not sell you one such-as that for less norithree hundred in gold, but this one I can’t spare at no price.” “ We must all make sacrifices, Mr. Bai ley, for our glorious Confederacy. If you only knew the sacrifices I have made, M*. Bailey. The starving and freezing of your wife and children are nothing compared to them ; but our glorious Confederacy called, and my patriotism responded to the call. Future generations will remember and bless us, Mr. Bailey, and we will re ceive the everjlasting gratitude of our glo rious Confederacy. Think of that', Mr. Bailey—-think of that.” Mr. Blifie, jbefore Ms appointment, had been utterly ipenniless, and ten times as mean as he |was poor. These qualifica tions got him | the appointment of quarter master ; out of this office he was stealing a fortune. | “Mr. Blifie,” said the Squire, with much feeling, " for the Lord’s sake don’t take my last I earthly support. Don’t you see my children are all a cryin’ and carry in’ on, because they know they’ll all be in their graves afore sping if you robe me ' °f4-” . ; I “Rob! exclaimed Mr. Blifie, fiercely. “And did they give him chloroform to ; “Don’t say ‘rob’ again, or I I'll massacre get the collar on him *?” asked Blifie. your whole nest of traitors. It’s because “No,” replied Jack. “They put some ; you’re an enemy to our glorious Confedera- | oat? in "the bottom.of a barrel, and laid !cy that you are unwilling to sell the mule 1 the collar across the top; the mule ran fINDEPENDENT IN EVERYTHING. J at a fair price. I oughtn’t to pay such as you a cent, but I’m a generous man and you ought to be thankful to me. Corpo ral filLup the note as I directed.” “ Hold on a s minit,” said the Squire.— “ If that paper is what you are going to give me, don’t spile it by writing on it.— The blank paper might be of a little use to me, but the writin’ on it never could - ” - “ You’re a cursed traitor to our glorious Confederacy,” said Blifie, and he started to take the mule out of the pen. It was hitched with a halter, and had a broad circingle around it. He unfastened it, and without deigning another word to the “ enemy of his glorious Confederacy,” he was off with it to seek another fanner’s stable. Squire Bailey looked vexed, and as he turned to go in |the house, and iii the bit terness of his feelings; so fur forgot himself as to “ d n the glorious, confederacy.” Snugly concealed ill Squire Bailey’s closet, was Jaek Phillips, the up-to-every thing Ohio scout. As the Squire entered the room, he called out, “ Come out, Jack, they’re gone, and the infernal scoundrels have stolen my mule.” “I told you they would,” said Jack, making his appearance; “ and if I hadn’t informed you last night, they’d a got all the rest of them that you sent off.” “That’s so, Jack ; and I’d give a hun dred dollars to have that mule back.” Jack looked steadily at the fire for five minutes. “ What did you say, Squire ?” “ 1 said I’d give a hundred dollars to get that mule back, but I suppose three hundred wouldn’t get him.” “I don’t know,” said Jack, abstractly, and he looked in the fire for five minutes more. Suddenly Jack brightened up and said: “ Give me the hundred dollars, Squire, and I’ll bring your mule to-morrow night, or your money shall be returned.” The Squire looked amused at Jack for a moment, but seeing he was in earnest, put five double eagles in. his band. In a few minutes Jack left the house, dressed in linsey pants, a red warmus and a coon skin cap. Next day as Jack was walking leisurely up the road, by a coincidence, probably brought about by himself, he met the quar termaster and lus men, returning with the proceeds of the expedition* Jack smiled a happy smile when he saw Blifie behind the rest, leading the Squire’s mule. He walked quietly along until he came almost oppo site the quartermaster, when he darted sud denly off the side of the road, looking at the mule as if frightened. “ Blasted scoundrel,” exclaimed Jack. “Who! who is a blasted scoundrel?” asked the quartermaster. “ Ain’t that the mule old Bailey had?” asked Jack, moving still further out of his reach. “Yes; but who did you say was a blasted scoundrel?” inquired the quarter master, very naturally taking all such com pliments to himself. “ Why, old Bailey, and the mule, too, for that matter,” replied Jack. “What’s the matter ■with the mule?” asked Blifie, whose former occupation had not made him much of a judge of live stock. “The matter! Why, he’ll kill you afore you git him home. You didn’t pay the old sinner anything for him, did you ?’’ inquired Jack. “Certainly; I paid two hundred and fifty dollars for him.” This is what the sacrificing patriot intended to return him at to his glorious Confederacy. “ Lord a mercy!’’ exclaimed Jack. “But jvhat’s the matter with him?” asked Blgjfie, looking at the animal half frightened. “That ’ere mule in his time, has kicked down every pannel of fence on old Bailey’s place! You found him in a pen of big logs, didn’t you ?” “Yes—why?” inquired Blifle. “ And them ’ere logs are fastened by big iron bolts. It’s the only thing;that would ever hold him. He has killed all the rest of old Bailey’s stock, and the old rascal has kept him on purpose to swindle some fellow with.” “ I heard,” said Blifie, “ that he used to have more stock.” “ That’s what become of it,” said Jack. “ Didn’t the children cry, and didn’t old Bailey whine and carry on about losing his three hundred-dollar mule ?” “ Yes, they did, at a great rate.” “ I know’d it,” said Jack. “ The old woman spanked them children, and sent them out at the nick of time to help the old rascal in his swindle. And to cheat ' our glorious Confederacy in that manner] | He ought to be hung!” and Jack winked i his off eye. ( “But if he’s so vicious,” said Blifie, i hopefully, “how- did they get the baiter ; and cirsingle on him ?” j “ Chloroform, sir, chloroform. I have i actually seen that mule kick his collar off!” i his head through’ the collar to get at the oats.”: : “ The devil!” ejaculated the master. 1 “ Yes,” continued Jack, “and. I seed him kick that collar off. Ever since that he kicks e very barrel to staves that :he gets eyes on.” , “But ho has seemed quiet enough since I have been leading him,” interposed Blifie. “ Hey you any liquor about "you t” asked Jack, “ Yes, a little in my r coat pocket; why do you ask?” { “That’s what he follers you for, audit’s a wonder he liain’t eat you up bddy and breeches afore this, to get the liquor. I know’d that mule to kick the lock off of old Bailey’s cellar door, and go down thar and git as drunk as a beast. Fact, sir, That tnule can kick your hat oft', and you on Ids back.” ' ■ “ That can’t be so,” said the quarter master, increduously. “ Try him,” said Jack. “ I’ve jist got a coo} hundred dollars to give you if you’ll :ride him a rod.” ' By this time the quartermaster’s attend ants had got out of sight, and his avari cious soul prompted him to make ah effort to get Jack’s gold, thinking he couldn’t be more than thrown off anyhow. The night before this meeting, Jack had quietly stolen into the mule’s stable, and carefully placed a leather dog collar j driven full of pointed sparrow-bills, under the mule’s cirsingle, putting a piece of light leather between the points of the nails and the mule’s back, so that a moderate pres sure would force them through into the animal’s hide. Ignorant of this, the greedy quarter master moved' the mule "to the batik,- and ■sprang on him just where the dog-collar was placed. Just as he lit on the.mule, a boulder lit on his head, and he lit sprawl ing in the mud. The mule frantic with the pain of the nails still sticking in his back, sprang off the side of theroad, knocked down a dozen pannels of fence, and ran furiously across the field, rearing, kicking, lying down and rolling over, jumping up and plunging about at a terri ble fate. . “ I told you so,” said Jack, coolly, as the quartermaster scrambled up, rubbing his bruised head, and brushing at the mud on his besmeared clothes. “He’s worse than seven devils, ain’t he ?” said the discomfitted quartermaster. “ In course he is,” replied Jack. : “ What’ll you give me for the chance of him ?” asked the quartermaster, as he saw another string of fence go down before the maddened mule. , “ Don’t’know,” said Jack, “ the halter might be worth a dollar or so, if I could get close enough to shoot him before he tears it aU to shoestrings.” “But where’s my horse 1” asked the quartermaster, looking around in astonish ment; “ Don’t know,” replied Jack; “the mule gave him a histe with his heels jist as he started, and haven’t seed the boss since.” “ I wish the devil had old ” “Hello, quartermaster!” shouted a man in Secesh uniform, who was coming up the road at the top of his speed; “ hello! Mr. Quartermaster, the enemy is coming right down on our camp, and the general wants you immediately. Our army is Running like aU possets, and the general wantsyou to help save the plunder. Hurry back as hard as you can run, or.the enemy :will be betwixt you and your fellers.” Blifie waited to hear no more, but broke for his camp like a quarter-horse. . When he arrived, and found that the story was false, terrible was the vengeance he vowed; but before he had time to execute his threats, Floyd’s army was in a remote part of the State. It is hardly necessary to add, that the messenger who sent the quartermaster off, so precipitably, was an associate of Jack’s, and that Jack had turned the quartermas ter’s horse with his head up the road, and by a sharp cut with a whip sent him out of sight before Blifie recovered from his confusion. , Squire Bailey got his mule again, little the worse for Jack’s tricks, and he is as quiet and useful an animal as there is in all the country. The double eagles Jack returned with the mule, taking the quarter master’s horse as compensation for; his ser vices. Jack Phillips says he would like to have an opportunity of inquiring of, the self sacrificing patriot of the glorious Confed eracy, whether it hurt much when the mule kicked his hat off. (3- Throw a piece of meat among bears and a piece of money anjpng men, and which will, behave the meet outrageous the men or the bears? r O" An eihinentphysician has discovered that the nightmare in nine cases ouit often I is produced by owing a bill fora newspa per. ' ■ ■ CrYou need not tall all the truth, un less to those who have a right to know it aIL But let all you tell be truth. ED3TOBS AND PROPMETOBS. A ITEGEO FAISTAPF. A Western correspondent of one of the Mississippi gun boats, gives thefoUowing account of a spicy conversation with a philosophical darkey: “ I noticed upon the hurricane deck to- 1 day an elderly darkle with a very philo sophical and retrospective cast of counten ance, squatted upon his bundle, toasting his shins against the chimney, mid appa rently plunged into, a state of profound meditation. Finding upon inquiry that he belonged to the Ninth Illinois, one of the most gallantly behaved and heavily losing regiments at the Fort Donelson battle, and part of which was aboard, I began to interrogate him upon the subject. His phylosophy was so'much in the Fal staffian vein that I will givejiis views in his own words as near as my memory serves me;— “Were you in the fight ?” “Had a little taste of it, sa.” “ Stood your ground, did you?” “ No, ea, I runs,” “Run at the first fire, did you?” “ Yes, sa, and would hah run soona, hab I knowd ij war cumin.” “ Why, that wasn’t very creditable to your courage.” “ Dat isn’t in my line, my perfeshun.” “ Well, but have you no regard for your reputation?” “Reputation’s nuffin to me by de side ob life.” “ Do you consider your life worth more than other people’s?” “It’s worth more to me, sa.”. “Then you must value it very highly?” “ Yes, sa, I does—more dan all dis wnld more dan a million of dollars sa, for what would dat be wuth to a man wid de bref out ob him? Self-preserbashun am the fust law wid me.” “ But why should yon act upon a differ ent rule from other men?” “Because different men sets different values upon dar lives—mine is not in de market.” “ But if you lost it, you would have the satisfaction of knowing that yon died for your country.” “What satisfaction would dat be to me when de power of feeling 'vas gone? “Then patriotism and honor are noth ing to you!” “ Nuffin whatever, sa—-I regard dem as among de vanities.” “If our soldiers were like you, traitors might have broken up the government without resistance.” ' “Yes, sa, dar would hab been no help for it. I wouldn’t pat my life in dp scale ’ginst any goberment dat eber existed, for no gobemment could replace the loss to me.” “Doyou think any of your company would have missed' you if you had been killed?” \ - “ May be not, sa—a dead white man ain’t much to dese sojers, let alonea dead nigga—but I’d a missed myself, and dat was de pint wid me.” r It is safe to say that the dusky corpse of that African will never darken the field of carnage. ■ • > The Contribution box in Caufobsia. —Those who go around with the contri bution boxes in California churches, plead and argue the case at the pews as they go along. In one instance the following di alogue occurred: Parson L. extended the box to Bill, and he slowly shook his head. “Come Wil liam, give us something,”: said the parson. “ Can’t do it/’replied BilL “ Why not? Is not the cause a good one? “Yes but I am not able to give any thing.” - ■ . “Poh! I know better; you must give a better reason than that.” “ Well I owe too much money—-I must be just before I am generous you know.” “But William you owe Cod a larger debt than you owe anybody else.” That’s true, parson; but then he ain’t pushing me like the balance of my credit ors !” C3*Hon. Emerson Etheridge made a stirring speech at Nashville, Tcnn., on |be 14th of March from which the folhming sentences were extracted. . “ Let me tell the people of Tennessee a plain truth; You have to live in the~Un ion—with your negroes if you viU, with out them if you must. The Union is worth more than all the* secessionists and negroes in the world.” j“ Bather than see the Union served, 1 would to-day have slavery destroyed, and the last slave liberated.” -v-- “The Government imU maintaiuitaiu*- tfaority, Will you return 1 I aim war going on forever, until the rebellion is subdued.” “ A benign Government ofien-.fHcim to ajl that are misguided and deceived.— If 70a do not accept it, and return; tpyoqc allegiance, jour every town «3l bo ccm verted into an arsenal, «nd into fields of blood.” - ' ' CT Soft soap, in some Bhape,t)kiakiß • and, I’as' 1 ’as' put into ifihe better* iUt v * ' -4 t '■& NO. 14. »«■■..! ■ ;<