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BELLFONTE, P A ., WEI ~ ESDAY § -JANUAR-If 2, 1856 . 4 -.--- . • .',4 ::": I N •01M 0 • \_,..___l • irk ! . _lptutecratk 'Mt/reitlditrafer Vgitoini AVE NEWS PAPER INOENTRE 00UXTY, 13 PRINTED AND PUIII.IIIIIILD 1N DNIAAD4I3III3, HVICRY 1111DINEADAY 1101114130, BY HINNY RAY& TERM/4-81.5n in advance, or If paid Within six •neenths. $2,00 will he• charged on all subserip. Ilona pinning to the end of the year. ADVERTISEMENT,' and Business Notices insert ed at the usual rates, and every deseription,of. ar x ca, 'ExEcutto in tle neatest manner, at the lowest pries', and with tlje utmost despatch; Having , nunhood a large eoyeet.ton nt typo, we o r e r ue, pared to satisfy the orders of our Mends, Stitct Vottry SONO OF THE SEASON. The drool? day Is near its 01000, - AM SIII2 SS sorrow's sigh, When bending over beauty's imolai The "'lathy winiti,tworp by 'here's note florrer on niture's input, The drooping eye to . oheer, Nor Yoko of gladsome Ilritsg thing, To 'harm the !Welling' ear. • As rlitthFigt.....o l lg Weary a=4 . . .ton feeble w0111)1X1 gees, And up the long and knuoma,fttraet A fearful glance eh°, throe 3io►owa and long ler wol will lel Still that she diah not dread-- , It lo that all her toll may fait TOgain her children broad. Tea many • proof of patient toil, Het lltua basket beam; Ea& merlons fabric's It contains nath'hallowed been with prayers Awl oh, What Crassures of the Want What wealth of hope and lore, Rhe blended with each earnest prayet, As, hour by hour, oho strwe' Oh lady, do not turn away; Shall that'palo aurrer go, Uraibear'd by labor's sweat reward, Back to tau tome of wo! torn from the rnby's nuliant sheen The diamond's (Ins:ling light, ant sorrow lost in thankfulness Will gain they gems more bright: ?hi beaming simile of hope reesheil, Love's grateful blessing given, These gems will light thy path 'of life, And prove tby wealth In Heaven. - MEMEANOIRILY 1108331106. Ak' Irby do we cling, wlih mach flualneu to earth' Ito smiles are delusive, and shert-lived Its mirth! TM Aisne ere doleess—the lovely and tree, pa linens rapid current are passing Not view; With the fleetness of They are fading sway, And nothing, tin Nothing their progress can stay Why ell% rte 14 earth , ito fond friendships, tho' meet, And os fragile os bubbles. when rode 'Anima meet; fla heantira are tirtatatent su scinac;ta rich light, Illooktdatzleo a moment, then rodeo from the sled $ Ito !Memento wear The Ilitep imprmo 0 r awry, And beam toltba wailltin and tetschoroua glare. fly the true'. oral Age M o &ellte-111mA Is chilled. And the puha-, of mull° , ones resUetst ere eUlled ; When the muss of besittf are nipped by the frost, —Awl the fenror of outitful alioctlon 1, n why 'hernia we droll, To Ito down with the dead, When the tileseane wo:eovle4 are withered and dod? Prom the Immune of Ginter gird spring may aria * lioaruelled with lowrets of delicate - ayes; The fountains may gush from their totters away, And the woodland may thrill to s.o trightengale'l lay ; Co _ But death only tote power, B hen oar °hermit are ell o'er, An immortal mot glprioirs youth tonestore %maw at ta SIEMER ANNA : Mt fhIETItY, PAINTING AND I,I)VE Sister Anne sat In the porch watching the sunset. 'flu• luminary whom old-fashioned poets have baptised with all sorts of names, sooner than. "illgrado their unses with the tine old Maxon word sun"—Minn' planet of aliases was never more splendid than on the present occasion. There,was a purple edge of hill on ullieli he was hovering, red and enormous, as , ll he was reconnoitering the huge ateups flown _which he was about to plunge. On the serrated crest of the purple hill eased it few pl u tny Ireeti, standing blackly, against 'the ftery glow, like watching warriors thrown out agnicust the Brune of home besieged and.burning forties*. All along the meadows and crooks that stretched floes the brim" of the purple hill to the porch where Sister Anne lugs sitting, a tide of gelded light was slowly ebbing. A moment ago it was rippling over the garden-walks, „making, like a second Pactolus, the very gravel valuable, and now it has receded antl washes the edges of the green Meadow be= low, and trickles through the thin, transfix*: rent leases of the inotiOnleam maple. Now the old stranded boat on the shore of the narrow creek suddenly glitters likb Cleopa tre.s galley, as the waves of light dash si lently over it ; and lo ! an instant passes, the galley is gone . , and the splitting planks and , mouldering keel again lie sadly on the sands. So ebbs this wondrous tide, silently but swiftly, until it reecho' the base of the pur ple hill ; then, trembling an instant on the gekas and rocks,it suddenly sink 4 or evapo rates, or disaltearm like a fairy sea, and the shores it washed are cold, and gray, and dull. Sister Anne loved sunsets. There was an indolent splendor about the hour of evening list suited hor temperamont—an atmosphere of °piste vapor that seemingly emanated from the retiring planet, lulling her into a dreamy 'c'1) .07 1 1.1 1 ., The truth is, that Sietbr Anne was lasy, Whtm other girla vvme hl7mming the edges of mysterioici gnrincuts, or cutting geo- metric figuree out of live, itOtitcbins_ k t eaMirrie'flititeited over tho paper on which they were traced ; while industrious maidens were doing all these useful amt ornamented things, Sister Mine wan used to sit in the window if it was summer, and by the fire if it was win ter, and dreamt'. Slice had ' the fir of a' dreamer. Ilsr features were still and regu lar ; her eyes large and dark; and when she Moved tlhere was rt . drowsy pliancy in her limbs that made her seent as if she had lived by the fairy lake on the—frhOres of which Tennyson's Laos Fiaters dreamed life de lightfidly away. Her two slaters looked on Sister Abbe as utterly lost. She was altos gether useless, and did not contribute Ono jot 65 the general fund of labor. There wit not on all Long' Island so lazy a maiden. She know not hove to make pastry or butter, Her sewing was Wretchedly crOnkett and un even i artd - u — TO knowing anything about emit ' sing out a 'dress, why Sister Anne might as ROM be expix,ted to draw out the plan of st fortification as to perfotin that nice ind ins tricate branch of retinae mechanics. She; loved the 'woods, however, and the green leavrs and was very industrious in the lino of gathering wild flowers and attending on the birds. Sister Anne wan II slaves to the feathered tribe. She was pot black, nor did she ;year gold rings on her anklet or any other sign of serfdom, still she was 118 much a slave xi WA() was copper-colored and fet tered with geld. She followed from tree to tree anxiously and timidly, as a courtier haunting the presence of hiSking. For hours together she would tie itithe high grass or the fields :watching the blackbird with his eritruion epaulets, keeping watch from a lofty tree over his wife as she sat in her nest built in the swaying forks of the golden rod. The cat-bird was -to her a source of' singular and milieus delightdutd iutiniration. Ills elegant Shape, his jattacy swagger, -Ids splendid conlidence je lds im inense vocal gentwi, alt captivated her. and she Would hide behind a. tree and hour after lour watch his gambols In, the branches. I will not say that the birds knew aster Anne. She was no bird-tikner; like Abe charming drum-girl in George Sand's roma.nce,of terino, and I doubt if she called ever so long aiwther any of her feathered friends would atteixl to her; but still I think the birds felt, by "a tare instinct, as indiscribable awarty of the strange spiritual phenomena that are disclosing themselves now-a-days, that Sister Anne was their worshiper. 'Cat-bill and orielia,it kerns to me, permitted the young girl to come closer thin any ethos idler in the fields. . ul - It may be s posed that these erratic habits were not v y much relished by Sistsr Anne's family. ._ o was generally up a tree when she should have been mending stock ings, and those wild-Wood sports of hers did not produee 0. very fatprable egect upon' her toilet. Her gowns were sadly refit, and her shoes wore out with' the used Tageonhibing ritflidley ; while the marks of thongs on her small, delicate hands, and the tan on her quiet, dres n face • • ~ . ' •ory_ ble additioni to her personal appearance. She was a moral weed in a family of thriving and - useful plant* ; a toy in of 4 w hole factory foil of indualriel machines. In vain did mother and sisters remonstrate ; in gain (Jill they point to baskets full of aWful shirts yet unsewn, and terrible handkerchiefs yet unheinmed. Sister Mae, turned a lizy keened and deaf ear to all, and fled to the fields, whin . tali singingof the hints and the breath of the florrcriveonsoled her for all her troubles. So Sigler Anne sat in the porch and dreamed.- Was it her friend the cdt-bird, or her comrade tho.priolo 7 Did flowers,dance_ before hes ninul's eye, or did she wander amid visionary forests T Something tells me that Sister Anne dreamed-of none of these, much as she loved_ them. But Liao summers ago, is bill young fbltoW, - tellit blue bn - ght ,eyes, Sind long dirk hair, came to board for three Months et the house, bringing with him a small valise and sketch-book. lie, too, like Sister Anne, wandered all day in the wood* and fields, and it. often' _happened that the wandered together. They explored the pleasant poaches that-lie along the Sound opposite to . the hazy Norwalk abort', They watched th j e getiibi of the sunshine. upon the blue 'itZters &a the plinny'Woode ; and that summer Sister Anne heard itwoitor mu sic than the pang of birds, and had 4ther companions than the oriole and eat-bird. The young artist, Stephen Basque, was a now revelation to 'the, young girl. For the first time, mho had found one who understood her love pf nature, and did not lade upon her adoration of birds and Sowers a 4 mere folly. lie .l4klxr of art nrul beauty, and Sister Anne ewakened to poetry, until 'then a di- Vinis47 eut/filsewe.life het Itee * ealtPle . of voluates of Tennyson, and she beheld how, by a magic art, life. and subitance, and s the passion and beauty of earth, could be transferred into print and paper to live for ever. In the midst, of this delightful dtesun :-Tream far mote delicious than- all her bird and foreet visions, Stephen Basque packed up his steal' valise and largo sketch-book, and Went off to New York city to pursue his art. Poor Sister Anne left doubly alone; and when who went out into the fields for the Brat time after his ileparturo, it seeped as if the birds no longer k?tew- her as of old. She wandered new - less than of yore, but shut herself up in her room, which soon be gan to be littered with bits of paper scraw led all over. Her mother and sisters grumb led in vain ; her little rtoom was to . lier a sanctuary, and 'she fled there from persecu tion. It *rem* then to me, that at the um. I inent-Liatude-to Efillter dune tatkirt the' and dreatned of Stephen Basque. "As Itattal—idlo ! Will you never do anything uselld,;nhild I" cried Mrs. Plymott, !Sister Anne's excellent mother.. " Look let ' your sisters busy on 'father's shirts, and you —yon do nothing but sit like a lady all (ley long, with your hands before you." " I can't vrork, Mother," answered Sister Anne, starting from but retterio with an ex• preiSiOn of sudden pain, as the old lady emerged from the •cottage door, her large hands parboiled with washing. I knoll I am very useless to you, but it pains nto to suf.?' • , • " NMI? huh!" cried Mts. , Plyinstt.— " You aro the skit (AIM whole tints°. Do you know what they call you ? You don't ! well they call you Mother Plymott's Duch eNs." ' Mater Arnie eMiled eadly. '"We hare no linen in America," glini "so theyaro irrom." "Oh ! it's easy for you to torn it Into a jest, trot I tell you it's no joke for inc to have a child that . iii , not ablo / rei earn cent for herself, or save ono „for, me, ,What would you do; Mils," t)rd old woman confirmed with a savage after, "If father and I were to die ? Br would you - earn your eh ?" " I don't know exactly," said Anne, " but I don't supped. that God would alluat me to •dt of starvation any more than ho allows the robin mid the chirpping•bird." Mrs. Plymott burst into a loud coarse laugh. "So you'd See on berries, and sleep ih the hedges, mi pretty little robin, would you ? - Oh ! how pleasant you'd And it ! I'll lay ip a lot of poke-berries for you this fall, and .your feeding will be cheap &ming the win ter." " • "Dope my feeding cost you %Itch, mo ther?" naked Sister Anno: " Afpre th e you :we worth," wile the hru tul reply. " Then it shan't cost yott anything tor the future," answered the yonng girl, whose droainy face lit iip - kr a Moment Aith a flash ott insulted pride. Oh! we're °Weeded, are we we are plug to earn our yam liting r- (road to you childl Let us amp how long this good-reso lution will last." Timger than ).ur imniime, mother," said Slater Anne, rqtreatinr, quietly to ber mom. Slie had taken on A sudilenlmsatnimireso littion. Tier_ arrangements Were quickly made. She picket up a few things is a small bUndle, examined her pockets, which she found contained exactly the slim of eight and sixpence. This done, she ant herself down to her littlo table and continued to write on several slips of paper until late in the night. , The next morning Sister Anne was tip by daylight, reitispecting her little tiundlo of clothes, and making up. her slips of paper ieto a small mired. This done, she slipped into the breakfast parlor, anti sat down to breakfast calmly as . usual. " Welloirerymt - rung tn Idle f i day, as usual I" said her sister Mary. " No," answered Sister Anne, with n queer sin going th he'tery industrious." I=l Then as soon ablnenkfast wag; concluded, NfIC11! out imolaterred by her Industrious family, and, 'bundle in hand, set of for the railway station, which 11140 distant about two tttilep. Aa she walked along the scrubby plain the May fires tier seemed to have vanished. She ran and skipped along, and tossed her bundle airily and song vague melodies to herself. The flee too dill end calm seemed on fire with bold resolves. Aa suredly Sister Anno had some great scheme hi her little head. She reached the station, paid frotirc,f her eight shillings for a ticket to Now Yorit. and seated herselttimidly in a vacant chair, It was the first time in her life that 'Sister Anne* been ou a railroad, and it was with Much wonder and alarm that she be hold herself whirled along until trees, MO fields, and houses seemed to melt into con fused mass. Ere she had eeared to tremble and' wonder the cam went more and more slowly, and she 'Was iisfornied that she had arrived at Brooklyn. She hurried out, and following the stream, found herself on board 'a ferryboat, and in a fear secondli stress the rirer, and in thelfre — ireity. Never haVing hien in New York but once before, Sister Anne, knew nothing whatever of the huge town, but being a stout little body, and hav ing learned is sort of fearless freedom limn her friends the birds, she asked the first per son she met tp direct lief to the office pf the ' Aloe daily newspaper. The man said he was going in that direchion,Asul that if she would keep him In sight he would point out the very door. , Bo Slater Anne, 'With her ?precious teuhdle hi her bend, trotted oil' after her civil guide until thy reitched that clus ter Of Streets that all merge into the Park, and where newspaper offices are as thick as blackberries. ' " Vim, Miss," said the man, paintiffic to 4 tau, dirty.lookl4 building, " there is tho office of the Daily Alqt.. &lbw's reaps aip on the third story." Thank YOl l , Sitimawered Sister Anne, with a little binl-hlte nod of the . head, and in a moment she wal climb* up tkii steep stairs, dimly lighted, leading to -the odltor's . . No ono oeenpd to take the idightort notice of her as she entered. Seven or, eight men wore all sitting at 4sisks, cutting up news papers, written as if by steuira, tufting ,ovet nevrbmics, amidst o horrldolitter ofpaSra and pone, and - ill the - , paraphernalia of on editorial room. ihister Anne timidly it ifno ' ‘l - could he seen. The scratching of pens censed i tor an histant—onp of the men looke&tip, pointed with his pen to an inner door ? and went on writing again. In the Inner room the child found a hand" sonic Warded gentleman alone, and very 'Amy writing. She stood for some june ,a little inside the door, expecting that would look up. seemed, however, as uncon scious or her presence *a if odd did not exist. "Please, Aii!" said Sister Anno, after waiting to be. spoken to as long as she thought Was reasons:ilk, - The guntremarf looked quickly up. " What cant do foryoiti7 said he, kitylly enough, but still looking lui'lrfier that shy' ad not interrtipbell hirn. ",rleqiie, sir,"saiiiht intruder, This singular, annollneement seemed to cam!, ltignense surprito to the cflitor of .thu Aloe. Oe.lopened Ms eyes very will!, aril looked %TRY an inereck4Olts stuile at the child ish fight() before hint " You, Filbert!" Ile cried. "You tae au: thor of those eharmi; o pperns that lisTo ap peared from time to ln the Aloe ? why it's impossible! You can't he more than fourteen !" Dater Anne, "and indeed, Sr, fln Filbert.l' " Sit down," said the editor, and tell Me what I can do for you." Sister , Anne took a seat, and put her hand in herpocliet, from which she extracted 'a paper bundle. " Here," she said, " are ten More poems, Sir. I flak" they are as rod as the first ones." The editor took them With a smile, gladced At the handwriting, scorned amvinced of the little kuthoress' identity, and said : "'Who taught you to write such charming poetry VI "I don't know, Sir," answered Sister Anne, flushing, " but I think I learned it in the -fields, and from the birds and trees." " Anti your nitinels-2!, " Anna Plytriett, Sir. I live on Long Isl and, but I have come to New York to bee if t can earn some money by writing." "It's a hard trade," answered the editor, "All trades are hard," said Sinh Anne, with a hopeful smile, " but - people Sycceed in making lnonoy _ _ tuy.wered.iha a'eahMet-tuakerJuiti it hatter sham). than • hook-maker. There is a greitter call for mA logany than for mind." " But my poetna ara' surely worth some 'thing," said the Innocent, with a confident glance. Of that thero ix no doubt. Vut you won't get ono to give you any thing for thetn." " What !" exclaimed Sister Anne, " don't You PPP for PootrY • "My dear young lady," answered the edi tor of the Noe, we only pay fot nira and valuable nutter," - - " So you 'nit pay me for 'arty. of my poertis 1" 'it would, I assure you, be a deviation from our estabbabed rote.l' If they aro not saloatic, ssly, then do yoti publish then/ P asked Sister Anne, with untaught logic: pecause ,wo thought them good, 'and aomi) of our readers like grksl poetry." " Theo, if readers, like it, it in worth 1 . 0*" T 1 editor df the Alne smiled compassion ately at this inniseetit poetess, who eoected to receive gleamy in NUM for her labor and her *end._ ti.vres. oertaiely • Teri abenrd . _ "Give me ma Newts, Sir," said Sistei- Anse, leery brusquely, .• I can't aftwd to give theta fqr nothing." _ .„,c. And we can't afford to buy theft)," an swered the editor, very wiurtewusly handing luck the Bundle of manuscript. Sister Ain't° bowed ihsiistleally, took her bundle, And stalked ilidignantly out of the I office. When she got lute the street, how -1 ever. a sick, hopeles seueatkin seemed to criwl Over her heart: All her *anficipstions were destroyed at a single flow. The poems which she had labored at in secret, and which, when alto saw them published, had given 'birth to such wild hopes, were then of no actual value, anti all her expectations, of flaking money and supporting herself were at an end. She would have given worlds to have gone back into the 0111(10, aild asked the editor's tulrice as to what idle should do, but heripride was wounded, and she would not stoop to ask a favor of one *be she thought had treated her so badly. Oh ! if she could only meet Citeiplwrt lissoile. tin she walk ed on thkough the orowdet streets, where she was Jostled s$ pushed bout by the es ger throntof people, each bent same mcniey getting, errand as herself ; and she res ted a little in ono of the parkerstidtook a cheap meal in a restaurant, whiedu &Maimed all her remaining money except a fcry tents, and then as evening cadre' on, she Mt as if she would gladly have encoimbsred death sooner than face -the great heartless city 4 7 night: Poor Sister Anno was tompletett derod. What was she to do I Nd Mende l no mosey, no place tolleep. .16*rd t tete!. bin ; and sho now began to regret having stalked Sart majestically from' that prsetl edit4 who woukl npt pay foivtietiy.' She was looking in through the ithodoW of a brilliantly lighted print.ahop, mid admiring. the splendid engravings, in spite ofilbeteari that stood hiller byes, when she observed ► rung man stop and looks ber verisatten tively. It was not difiloolt 4114ti (r iir x :iste Anne now . . It night, and h 'ends the Nrds y hOwevcr bold by day, were timer. oms ithltSsi at night, iirS4 she was like them so the steady ge re of this young num alarmed 41 4 . She imPlefllatclx m9reLaway, but to her great diamity he followed, Mid presently addrefised her, lle said that ICU* a beau tiful night, hat Sister Anne only quickened her pace. Ha nest ventured - on a renion striince about her ninning away IR : quickly from him, awl eoollyinuniott his Min Under hers. Poor Sister Anne thought she would mink into the earth: "Go ,away Plume to go away, Sir !" she, cried, haltfaintlng. "I don't know you! I don't wish you to &Vow me !" —"But reany-f-tint-net-be so unghtint u to let you walk alone," said the young run, pertiturionnly. "Pray let me seeyou itotrpt , ." tkinre no how cried Sister Atine,in an agony of Mr: "Oh, ho !"cried her eompisnion ; "so that's rt. Let nie offer yon one, then." "Oh!" iturreeecil the prior girl, "it Bte phep BiteqUe wet only heir !" "Who tails tor Stephen Basque V' Raid a passer•by, - suddenly catching the Words, and stopping. "I—l !" cried Sister Anne, rushing toward . . . r, yr "Why, Sifter Anne! L ilposaible that thin is you ?" cried StiPlien himself, winding ik protecting amt around her. "'That's the row ?" " That man—that man !" Robbed Sister Anne, pointing to a respectable looking, fat 4141 gentlemen, who had just atoppea, at tracted by the peen. Stephen rnarchd tip to him instantly. " What you mean, Sir," said he , "by insulting this lady r " Mel" eiselaimed the man. " I fever saw her before in my life!" • " Oh, it isn't him." cried Anne, Who by this time had recovered her senses ; then looking round for the true delinquent, it was found that he had vanished. Stephen, of course, offered his apologies to the-bewildered old gentleman, and explained the mistake; ;lien making Slater Anne take his ern, he burst through the little crowd that Pad id. rettify forthed argund them, and parched- up the street. " I knew you were Di the city," he said to hia companion, ha 14V111 as the ar were clear 00.10 throng: " tbe editor of Die Aloe re bitted to me a curious interview bo kad, with you to day. Wirpe arc you stgying " No where,' *aid Saner Atme, red WA. gi h t ikne ' i 4 Why, now is that ?" " I have no money. I expected to be mid for my poems," and the poin child sobbed bitterly. " That, indeed, was expecting much. So you really 'wrote those delightful poema! Wkt, Rater Attne, or Filbert, you arc a go niu; !" •• Thed'e very little good to me if I ritn't make money," a4id Filbert, etaTiobbiiiii. " Not by poettly, • ver en yottr littlehead that there it A style of composition named Nose. 1 1 tople always pay for prose." Sister Anne lifted her head. There was a gleam of hope in this. • " Tlo yoti think I could write muse 1" she said., timidly. you try )aryl, third( you might. I Icill.iikZ i v x e m r t , rd y respectable old lady Wholeeps A nice itlir house in Fourth Avenue. You dual gd there to-right. In the nam ing I will see if I can get wane newspaper to give,Fpu artmogisnent to wild veins pretty cOOttla sketches. , You can - MIL them Drip' Leaves,' Or some other _vegetable title. and they will he utire to succissl." Sister_ Anne ;aid nothing., but gratefully pressed Stephe n ' s arm : and that night, when she was installed at oltlltni. Within's lsAard inghouse, slie blessed the'Young fellow with a virgial prayer. ' • So, after all, Sister Anne start in New ‘York, *rid set up fur herself. Stephen got LetAn engagensent on the Weekly Gong, and y soon seine sensation began to be cres ted by her aeries of sketches entitled '.Lich eng,'„ under the signature of "Matilda Moss." She stag paid for these tolerably well, and had the triumph of writingho TUC to her fami ly thtt she It A. 9 rurw supporting herself. After she had been six months in thb city, and had been asked to Miss Ransack's liter— ary -soirees and ictitAlly war int the eve of publishing a book, liteplienßas Caine into her ii4ont one day with dancing eyes. "Fi!bert !" ho cried, "I want you conni -and pay a visit with me." "Whore l" said filbert, raising her head front her desk on ithieh she wits writing. "At a lady's," enewered Btc,phbn, with ab exulting ' “What Lady's I" and Sister Anne felt a foreehedqwing of evil. 'Wel!, Filbert, the fact t'm goin . g to be married, and— Why, Fillirrt,:whitt's the matter V' Poo Filbert wits as pale u death. Ito bent her head over her desk, and her whole thine quivered. Poor child! Rhe'lOted the young fellow silently for two long yarn, and now he' was going to.take another lo be his darling. It woe very, Inird for her to biar. "Fiplart ! are you ill V' eeiett Stephen, Ming her hemiontly. "ND, no !" oho cried ,itrottiently, shrink- IN; II:one his 4oueh." "It was only a pain produced by stooping so long., !law natty, Stephen ; lot us go sod see 1 0 4r...,404 0 -Y' And Sister - Ailiainie — iith a staadylpunte nom, and pm:cededto put op her bonnet.. "You wilt not have to go fir "cried Stephen, with A Strap" joytnin twinktp in his eye/I "She is waitirig . mutnt at my stntlib..)'. - "Oorne !" geld Slater Anne, mid-Ain to her martyrdom with sublime resolution. "Tell me, Stophen, ix she pretty ?" "Lovely as the deem • "Young ?" " A boht seventeen." - "Clever!" "Well; yrs. She is rather silent, how ever, but She leeks intellechnil." - "Ma l y God Mee& you and her!" cried Lis ter Anne, clasping hie hand eonvtilsively,,es they reached the door of the studio. "Atnon !" unelected Stephen fervently, re; turning-the prineUte: The door Opened and they entered, The room was cnipty. "She is gowo—tired of waiting perhapa," liourtnured prior Anne, with a nigh $f relief. 'Ni, she in behind -this curtain." answer.. bd Stephen, nteppigg up to a red merino cur tain that hung across one side of the ntudin. "Filbert, allow MO to present in you Mina Be drew the curtain aiLldenly snide, and to ! there in t huge gold frame...llo*nd saw a full length e o a l ,r,itpr l tr a lf, she uttered a cry of joy and ru ming to Steplich, hid her blushing cheeks on his breast, -"You surely arc not surprised, Filbert ?" said Stephen, half reproachfully. "I mu," she answered. "I neyer dreamed orboing so happy. What made you paint this picture', though ?" "It. was may...way of making you whether you would here me. You have not answered yet though, Planet l" Filbert took the young artist by the hand., ~orr. lei(' ling him -up to thg „picture, •saifir "There, Sir, is your bride. Why don't you kiss her, " 'True," said Stephen, "I forgot that;" but instead of kiising the picture he kissed the original, whaaacreamed a little, blushed more, called him herd names, and theta nes tled up closer to him than ever. "Filbert," said Stephen after it pause: "1 intend to ask the editorof the Aloe to be my bridesman." ' "I consent," cried Filbert gayly. "if he had Paid me cur my poems . 1, should not have met you that night, and-7 "I should not have painted your picture!" "Tell your friend the editor, Stephen, ttutt ' I dravw ktrsalteerpoetry for ever." "But"Mt batc.not—". . "I have. Am I not going to be married VI 1'1:o:4:v101901' I. 1; During the session of 1794-1, a wealthy merchant-in conformiti with the custom of the times—gave a dinner party to a few gentlemen, among whom was a member of Congress of that period. On the appointed day, however, the lady of the bowie was sornewhatasmoyed, st an early boor, by the intrusion of an old men it the door. Having been met by ii - servi - ►int, he inquired 'Miele*. • .une whom we call Mr. Topboim—wax at home. • Upon receiving a nefatiro reply, and being furthermore inform. ea that he would not be at }mule for three or four haunt, the did Man maid, " Well then, being an 1 aTh lien., I may an tvell nmain until lie comer." " Please wait a Moment." slid the ser vant ; " I will call Mrs. Cepheus to tlle doors and see what she will say." •-- The servant then ran and called the mer chants wife, who msde her Open. rnu•e. The old man then repeated what he had salt td theserrant--tlat being as he wd•M tl4re he might as well tennatmitilher ling band4attio. " Well," replitxl MN. T., '• if you will stay. just walk through the alley, sad go hack to the kitchen 4iid teko n scat." Nyttiing ditunted. the old man olif.yed or deni, 4nd ptivtied through the Alley to the kitditthildtere - he - Putrid - Tifru. - T., tpul - the selystits very limy ettr,,e.ged it) preparing dinner. Supposing him some old man seeking em ployfhent, Mrs. T., was tree in calling into requisition his aertrices 'in her wont al' Tre paring dinner, and he was equally Willing ifid ready tg render all assistance possible. " Ind man," skid she, suppo o e you take the bucket. go to the hydrant, and draw sumo water." Me at once and readilyzeono. pliod with the request. "Old tan," again said she, " suppose 'you assist me a little in, preparing dinner; as tie 4le 4 dinner party to-dap, and we are match hurried indeed.— Just peel a few potatoes, if ythrplease." No sooner was the request made than the " old man " grd,iay fork peeling paisizoes with 4 rittst good will. After' all things were Rai "cietitly advanced to release Mrs. T. from fur ther supervision, she went into her cluHtiber to arrange her ballet to receive hpr Mishainl'a guorrts. At the proper time her heehaw. I iri,Afid then, one by one, came those Wig were to dine with the men that Tu due tithe all arrived but one—the M. Cr!: Mr. Tot:dram then !regal) to express his surprise at rho absence of the Virginia representative, qs hethought he would certainly love been pre of the first, if tiot the first, tormake his ap; pearance. Mrs ; T's meniory, which seerncti to have provwi 'father treacherous, effulgent, and she acquainted hop husband with the fact that there was an qld num in the kitchen who had been waiting to ace Itlin for the last three or folic hours. Mr. T. iro mediately repaired to. the kitchen to ascer tain the " old man's " wants, when to ! and behold ! who should be find' hinnielfl Astonished heyotiks;;suro, sad .w i tft2 omdlised utteratioe: IVliy, how ante you here? replied, "I was invited to the kitelien by your wife, and as I name much beam dinner hour, .! f have been ;11;11101m nayseN useful." Mr. T. at once incited qnd rceinpaniedhintinto the parlor, and nitrocittocil him ..to bin guests as the •" 1 Ilion. Robert Rutherford, of Virginia." The 'lndy'', feelings can be het• ter imagined by Ifte retukr !Jinn deleribed by the writer but the baltime of the dal , passed off plesisatifly, saving ar-' Indy I N 11401111ellt, resulting from not recognising tho 't Virginia member of t!ongress." •- Ts!. Jollier, litstiritahattint. • CzAsoN'ti .Pitttottai pulobeilied Malts., in pliesentiog its 'readers wide • mess of the present4iltinguished Minister to the coitrt of,St,'itntiliAlogethet with a view of hirrtesillenee—"Whentland,l' Lin easter county, PR.. girett the following brief syniip eis to the country ghee the eutnroqtrnt of his - polities! career, in 1814: "As ft statesinusn, he his longternpsonii meaty before tlid country, which 10 lids - . . served in v a rious imporiont . capiscitiCs. Ile • was bm'n in Prunklin•county, l'ennsylvatne, April 12, 171)1, and is therefore in his sixty: third year- Ile early Monied for tha litati . . and at - theentset.cif,life evinced a desire far a polklis, ewrger,...tual was sotively enliopal while unite young lii politics. 1ii.1814, he was nominated for niertibership MAIL ITouse ' of Representatives ue tar q State Legislature , and was duly elected. Ile was re-elected the succeeding year. j As the istaition was one which was not high y promotive of final• cid and professional interests, he declined another re-election, lie nos chosen tn re present his district in Congress in 182 n, -mid took his Neat in that in the' folkiwing - yeitr. .lle continued a ten't rof the House of Itepresentit i too tin 1 the ourth of March. ' 1831. Rion after h s f election , he de -1 dined rendering fertile services, and leith iipe drety to private life. En 1881. (len. Jackson proffered him the mission to Resit; which he was induced to accept. Immediately af ter his return in 0134. he Was chosen to fill_ an unexpired term in the Senate of the riii- • ted States. In 1838, he was elected file 4 full term, and in 1843. was re-elected to die same post. He was selected by President Polk, in 1845, to fill the office of Secretary of State, the duties of which he diSchanted till the close of Mr. Polk 'A‘ adminiateation. On Mr. Lawrence's return from Eingismil, Mr, Buchanan became hie successer. The sketch below, of the home residence of Mr. Buchan an, is situated in the “Eilett of Pennsylva nia," as Lancaster county is rolled. It is within twenty minutes , wolk of Inncliater, and about two-and a half hour's Ode ofPhil adelphia. The grounds. though small in ex tent—about thirty tears—are beautifully lei& out tat insikea and lassos sled ore tuang w itty' - the most luxuriant Tines and shrtibbery of every decriptlon.- At tile feet of the lawn is it very Dirge spring °few!, refreshing seater, vi`hich, alligator to say, contains in solution - little or nti carbonate of lime , while all the springs for nudes around are more or leas im pregnated with it. It is rendered.'" icieely little spot for nieditotion pr reiery, be its drapery ofgrelecful weeping willows. Mack 'of the lstildings is a pre4 piece of wood land, muter whose ample abode we could take a. delightful aftentodni ,snooze, or tst • whose walks a moonligh t Carol !. svouid be ' - charming. Tu the leg alt extensive ,gar den, laid out in parterres. .I, l :4teranait losi- tlent of 'Wheatland, inspeaking of the saki- Itrity of its air, remark..!•Ettriatelsepoint-- - We never mice nii:red the services of a phy 7 awls+ except," continued he. "On (alarm occasion," The home- itself is over a trn tired feet in length,•sini, though largo anti '` substantial. IS 111 llerfeet Iwcortlance wifKihp strictest republican simplicity. in tun • format to the tastes, add character of ita• eminent pmpriefpr, the interior in all its Ile tails, thotigli cothfortatite and neat, is thor- Cro h n i ;e4l ) t e tni; ra 'l tt( ii'mn: h g l i t t l t ti e j ir l of f" P c „e rt e- Y ton, add subsequently to fix-Seeretary Mere: filth, of Philadelphia. After the dismohstiOri- • pf l'reeklent t'a l k 's admintstrati in 1840. Mr. &idylls+ Him Sornitairy of Mate, ge- • siring to ateinthin the dinnoil listigitesif public lice fitir the quid and ,regesas-06-. , private citizenship, piirchaSni lreetbuid„ . and in et.impanr with his &Milt, emUniting of his niece, nephew, a Indy Act Maras house keeper dud domestic., he has made it h it! home ever smee. Here, then, in hig natno State, Luton the field (1 his former triumphs, - Ile has kit a life of )tranquility, eiSsepied, , when not engaged in study, either in the eg ereise of a generous hospitality-ton ants Ilia friends, or in social intercourse will{ his family. Here he remained until carted upon by the President to the respouslblo station (if enfoy to (;real Britain. The peaceful. lock that “ 'Wheatland" hears about it is moist inviting to not c'yc ; rand' w er; ' . thidk that its illitstriims owner would' gli for a time when be may Rat amen beneokh ' his own vine tand fig tree..' No:Arms Tii KlLr,ll,t\g.—The WaS'ainglon Ififion of Satiiivlay last, say :f-"We are in hirmrl that a person who desiresls name tilasielitib unknown hp; addregs toi.ljka 4hief tha Russian legation a dirk or fair t ousand dollars, to to tranargittihl to his government. The tinknovtn donfir, who hilly signed the initials M. Y., states letter that, of admiration for the galhint tlefeneo of Sethstopol, he rkndr thiti - libes4l sum of 'tummy to be distributed agrultthe widows ,and orphans of the Russian sokliers Who fell bravely Lighting lot t their }tomes, ,j.galtist foreign iggrenaors. --- THA4I/11 , says ho once 1914 IA idea of collecting en tip, lies the Eng tih the French, and the Freucll about the fine lish during clip . Napoleonic period.—Es. • • Hut Thicken - abandoned din idea the niot ment the deciples of "Silly': and SetoihPson, eluded to Fuse. The lies of Pie Tu t elotijain, are no far ahead of either EMMA or , Prolsch - - lien both in bomber ind vend - U . O, thig airy" wilt nil at keipt the more voluttleiti z .. • , , i TN& Ifouty-lstp*vais in 114psotiri 'utile joi hod the ertfainle hot nsttlio lli.thmTatti&sat4, Irefuse to tolefatti 'ths{s }Watching and ofitV ineetiispi.--la, Scatted - . - - , i ~' 'Why not I If any finpposc that " doWq - with the Catholics " will NatitirY MT.._ " • tatkln; the know little bt' the bandit' tx whom make le t looti— and woe be tollmise'% ' loosfm him !—Ohio Statearkei.., , Rat epoo! Sit`! . 3.-I.lie littea 4 ani4 h0ptv....... rattly thW fairtirt eatimido of' Cho TeiNiko - ' eximhtion of the earth, is as fol 'Ws : p :,:, 60,1/00,000: Christie %.Oa' "• ii :-/ - himmedisnm, 146,009,01)0; tlatylasl A i i ' Of Christians, there arei 170,0W1100 ' i ''''' ' ' lie :_91),000,01$) Protestant ; 110:000,000 r the qr,...HAlgaia..._ O .11 NM 11 1
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