The DemocrahoNatchman. BELLBPDATZ. PA. BEYOND THE SUNSET. IT SIT. 8411110 V. gams: !theatre der the vele me crimping, And the sun "inks to his rest • • Twilight iirewe'her curtain' Way, Golden Claude hang 11! the msg. Hushed the isehrerbf busy labor, Toil has sought its wonted rest ; Whispering treesandmurmuring=mlets, Sweetly seethe etch trembled Time is fleeting, and drawing Elf sunset of my life ; Soon nd my wneryOurowy Soon I eases all toll and sates. Whadoire o'er my path are billing, Earthly visions fade away ; Volcas, and sweet, era tolling Of an endless, orient day. O'er. the misty mountains hasems One I've welted long to see ; Soft es Metttlew teas on meadows, •Ills kind blihUng. "Come to ma." Lo I the purple light of evening, Stealing gently up the sky, Beers ma en ite whom to meet him, la this death? 'Tts sweet to die t Jeans calls me, and Fin kolng Where Use shadows newereorno ; Now the desert Iles b eh ind me, And I hasten ferny home— To my, home beyond the sense*, Far beyond the day's decline When the glory le untedlng4 Where the golden pones —Noel" Ilimes. MARY'S "NO." IT I. •. Ltiesroab, Mils Lair and Tory pretty, With a sparkling bright blue eye, And her cheeks with smiles am dimpled When she knout I'm standina by. tit she says she does not love me— Never will be wife amine ; But them smiles and dimples tell me With despair I need not pine. do I let her meet my pleadings With her bright and ramp smile, And I bow before theArchneee Lighting up her fieBd the while ; Listening with a feigned emotion, And a put-on look of woo , Por floes to hear her larent— Bee her lips when ranee .Ne",— Lore to wee the graceful action Of her foot woo - lithe ground ; AB Ita tlaywole atm pottery— There la meek In the Bound. And the words come to my hearing Sweet as marmots of the dove ; For I know their hidden meaning, Read them in the light of lore Thus, though still she "No" I• saying, I. at home hese lighted the day ; And her mother smiles while weeping— 'fiterthlr *hags the hours away ; And my Wary is the fondest. Dearest of my children three, Why not wait a little loom Why this hurry r questions she But my ear is deaf to pleading, Vahay all amuses, Bow For my Mazy listens blue/king, And no more she whispers "No." do my life mews fair and Joyous, Wlnning ever new denaht. From the t)oogLt thiEl re won her— Won my love, myilfe L z=ht _ Nagano' A BEAUTIFUL STORY THIL SILVER TOXIN ''There Tina!" Mr. Bruce Medway triumphantly h. id up two semi-circles of silver in the air, so that they might be sure to make a sufficient impreasion on Ernes tine Cady's blue eyes, and smiled with the evident satisfaction of ono who feels that he has accomplished his mission He was a bright,earnest looking young fellow, with gray brown eyes, and a square firm mouth—not handsome, but very manly; and u he sat there on the green woodland bank, with the hair thrown back from his broad forehead, and the sunshine mirrored in his eyes, you feel instinctively that he is one who will make biz way in the world, no nut ter what obstacle might intervene. Ernestine Cady stood leaning against the snarled, mossy trunk of an immense chestnut tree, with her little feet half buried in plumes of nodding ferns—a ru ral picture in blusemuslin and fluttering azure ribbons. She was very pretty with the delicate freshness of a flower—a flow er that winds and frosts have never touched. "Didn't I tell you that I should do it, Tina?" Ernestine took up the little file that lay on the bank. "Nothing is impossible," continued Bruce, sententiously, as he posed a bit of blue ribbon through a hole In the broken piece of silver "Will you let me tie It round your neck, Tina'!" "What for?" But she stooped her pretty head as she spoke, and let him tie the knot beneath a cataract of pale gold curls. "And 1 shall wear the other next to my .heart. They are amulets, Tina-- charms, if you choose to so frame it, that silver piece carries my allegiance with it. Tina, if ever any cloud' comes between nt—lf ever we are eeparited—" "Bruce I" "Much things have happened, dearest ; but, nevertheless, in any event, this broken coin shall "be a token and a sum mons to me, wherever I may be—what ever fate may have in store. Don't look so grave, my tittle blue bird. Is it so wrong to o:digt,° aJoit of romance in our every day life? Where are your flowers? It is time we were,, return tog." 'Through the green shifting shadows of the woods, 'with blood red streams of sunset light rippling along aft their feet, and delicious odors of moss and of ram iti4d hidden flowers rising up 'round, the two lovers walked homeward. Mr. Brace Medway never forgot the Btight nese of that drowsy August afternbon. st e • • * "Bhe will eopie, I am sure she will." The dew lay'll,ika rain of diamonds on the pus end shrubs, as Brnoe walked np and down the little pathway by the hidden spring, watching the round, red shield of the rising .sun banging above the eastern horizon. And then he look ed st his watch. "The tridn will be due in nine min utes ; pure Tina will nbt let me leave her without one reamelling word I` If we dould hit live the lut week over again t iith I that must boiler footstep on the moss." - - • He siticloid forward with a gled,flusb ed foss, anethen the chid whiteness of despair blanched every feature, as the bright-eyed little squirrel, whose tiny tread ever thalami, andecernsups lied deceived Ms glided swiftly across the belt - of sunshine into tree etnereledahad. ow. Braes Medway stood an -instant, With his brow contracted and his arms folded tesitirbrenst. 4Was he bidding 'farew il te,khe bright mourner that was MTh„ .. ' Aria( of the coming train sound ed th the l i leci ua of the s h kt and the last little I infi in isire r e, lovers brnipt t..;:! Titus had II e-4114 ,li „lkdriet ten hildt ''W , els 4 go lel it bald 7 . And whist W T he (40,, , :d4",,,,,,.. the fresh morning Heaney; l She bas very sow and pretty in her trim calico dress, irlth pink ribbons st. her throat; and a pink verbena hanging low in her golden coils of hair—very picturesque as also reset er up her hand to Meek MT a spray of spicy honey were. attrender if MY! Vencifliedway has ClOttle to his, senses yet!" thought she with a toss of her head. "I shan't meat ure my actions by the rule and plum met of his lordly will, I can assure him. if I want to dirt with Pierce Ifarbury I shall do it." "So you're up, eh, Tina? And u fresh as a rose, I declare." Tina put up her lips to kiss the bluff Ike of her father in an abstracted sort df way. She liardly saw him astestood there. "Oh, by the way, Tina, I forgot, to give you this note test night. It was left by the hotel porter. Really, I be lieve my memory isn't so good as it used to toe. Tina caught the note from her (Ath a's hand and broke k open with 'fevered haste. "The train leaves at seven I" She saw the words u vividly as if they had been written in characters of jigged fire, and as she read them the clock, half way Up the wide, old -fiskrioned stair cue, struck eight. It was too late—too late I The sharp thrill' of agony at her heart If MS snWs- editd by • passionate feeling of resentment. "Let him go," she said to herself, while the red pennons fluttered on her cheek. "I would not lift a finger to keep him." Bo when Bruce Medway's earnest. ap pealing letter came a day or two after wards, Ernestine folded it quietly with in a blank envelop, without breaking the seal, and sent it back. Verily, women are strange enigmas, even to themselves 1 Ernestine herself could scarcely tell why she kept the broken silver coin—but she kept it. a • 5 5 The short, threatening October day was drawing to a close, the fiery belt across the western - sky was flaming sud denly athwart the skeleton woods, and shedding a sort of aureole around Ernes: tine Cady's slender figure, as she hur ried through the yellow rustling drifts of fallen leaves, carrying the heavy bas ket on her arm. • Stist acptetty Lithe rosy Tiha of two yearssince, but p ler, graver, and more sedate. Trouble had besieged the fami ly since their imigration• to the great domains of the Faf West. Tins had learned the serioas part of life's lesson, and she had learned it well. She lifted the latch of a rudely con structed log house, and entered with an- Burned cheerfulness ou her fsice. "How are you now, father 7" "Better, I think. Come to the [lre, Tina ; you must be cold.'' "Not a bit. Has mother come back yet ?" "No ; it's very strange she stays so long, I suppose Mrs F.bbetts has • great deal to say tloaugh I don't won der your mother isl glad to get away from a sick room for a While " Ile spoke a little bitterly, and Tina winced as she listened, knowing that her mother made an excuse of some neigh borly errand to dispose in the nearest village of such poet' little odds and ends of gold chains, pins and rings, as yet re mained to their diminished estate Was there anything wrong in this pious fraud? Tina almost felt its if it was. It was not pleasant to be pooor "She will be hornswoon. father," said Tina, "only we whit a basket full of cranberries I have gathered out in the swamps This will rake thabarrel full, and Mr itgnet has promised to,send it to New York with his. Don't they look like red jewels, father 7 And the money will buy you a new coat " His smiled faintly. "I think...lt-had better buy my 'little girl a now dress. Shall I help you to pick them over?" "I had rather do it myself, and you must try and sleep a while " Half an hour later Tina came through the room with • scarlet shawl thrown over her head, and a wistful, scared look in her eyes "You are not going out again t 'my child 7" "Only up to the cranberry Rwittnp, father I It Isn't dark yet; I—l have loot smoothing •"A ribbon or collar, I suppose," said Mr. Cady to hiniself, as he lay watching the crimson glare of the October sun set; while Tina putting aside the low tangled bushes, and searching ,bite .of rank 'wimpy grass, was repealing to herself, in quick, nervous words; "How could I lose iti Oh, how could I bo so careless I" But the search was all in, vain, and the chill twilight sent her home, ispir ited and unsuccessful. And Ernestine Cady cfied herself to slopp that night, just because abe hnd lost the broken oil. ver coin. • • • * I "You'll be sure to come, 31r. Med way T .1 went Lei introduce the suceme ful 'alter to my friends. You are to be my lion. You will come ?" "Yes, I will come, if you wish." Bruce Medway went dreamily on his way, and Mrs. Lyman whispergd Lo one of her faihionable friends that "she was quite sure Mr. Medway bad been cross ed in love—he WAS so deliciously melan choly I" The table was superbly spread---Mrs. !omen's dinners Were always commt ii feut—aild through the. sparkle of cut eau and , transinoant glow of 'painted china, you saw baskets, epergnes and pyramidal bouquets of magnificent hot house flowers. As one of the Beau Brummels of the day has said, "It was like looking at a beautiful picture to dine with Mrs. o ppiuv: The desert was. In its — first stag - es, when the pretty hostek leaned coaxingly across to lir. Medway,• a, • z• "Do c sir mime of tlsgse tittle oranbeiry tarts, Mr, Medway-, I have just receiv ed a barrel of the mat delightful eran- berries from my dear Uncle Signet in Iowa" Bruce was idly striking his .' srir mi ks little crimson circlet', qu,it4o atious of what he was Stine) 1 , l'lres,. 'O4" psi iternriloes l )111 said, 3 4 0 /anlc a llY• -AO t*b. benr ie wn to•see ettratiecoll white nt wilitilOhntiring through thetuby thins I ,• trt a *Oka , took out: and 'at 'er•-the familliar date and die,—all unctionscioaa .f the buzz of voices and the ring of idle laughter all around .him, looked at it with a vague, superstitious thrill, steal ing all over his nature—and he almost ,heard his pulse beat under the soft pres sure of the other half of this silver piece, Ter be still *bre it' next* to his heart • "From lowa did you say, Mrs. Ly. men." "From my Uncle Signet, who lives in the Far West." "What part of lowa is that which produces such • harvest of cranber ries." "Dateiville, I believe, near the Owes co river; and then the conversation branched off into some different chan nel. Bruce Medway bad found, out all that he wished to ascertain on that occa sloe. "A token t iinti — si summons to him wherever he might be I" Bruce remembered the words he had tpoken two years ago, and his loyal heart gave agreat leap as the memory hooded it with warmth and brightness. "Cranberries P yes I remember 'em," said old Squire Signet, biting, the end bf bis cedar pencil. "Crop wu un commonly goad this fall. Old Cady's daughter brought 'em here to sell by the peck." "Where do they live—Mr. Cady's family I mearil" "See that 'ar old blasted pins down in the holler? Well, Just beyond there a road leads down past Cady's. Won't stop a little longer t Well, good eveln' squire." And Bruce Medway walked down through the orange twilight to where the skeleton arm of the blasted pine 'seemed to point to the light in the far of window--walked to meet the dearest treasure of his heart. Through the uncurtabied panes he could see the tiny room all bright and rudy with cherry Bre-light ; tlie slender, drooping figure sitting all alo.ie on the hearthstone with the golden shine of its hair, and the thoughtful bend of its neck And be opened the door and went in.' "Tina I ' She put bnek her hair with both hands, and looked at him as if she fancied her self under the delusion of some spell. "You summoned me and I have come Tina, my love, shall the old times return . ,to us once more? Shell we be all the world to each other once mere? It was nine o'clock by the silver studded time-piece on the stairs before Bruce Medway ro• to take his depar ture. "BULL tell me one thing, Bruce." said Ernestine, laying her hand lightly on his, as they stood protracting their lover like adieus on the door-stone, in the frigid moon light, ",ghat did you mean, when you,said I summoned you 7" He drew a little box from his brook pocket, and smilingly held up a bit' of ss "And I wear its mate close to. my heart, Tina. ' "Bruen—surely that Is not my half of the coin." "It was your half, Tins." , "And where did you find it 7" "One of these days I will tell you, dear, it was not a very roman*Juxta positietl, however. YRu .'remember what I said to you when we divided the silver piece between us The iron hand of time has swept away all those tokens of lang syne now. Mr. Medway is a middle-aged, bald headed member of society, and Mrs. Medway has white hairs mixed in the brightness of her braids; but she keeps the worn bit of silver al its sweet as sociations still, and belie es most firmly in true love and romance. Stopped Hie Paper The following anecdote of the late lard-Swain, from the Philadelphia Press, is not without its moral in other lati tudes than Pennsylvania. Many years ago,, Mr. Swain, then editor of the Public Ledger, was hailed at the corner of Eighteenth and Chest nut streets by a very excited individual, who informed him in the moat emphatic urine, "I have stopped your paper, sir" arid proceeded to explain the why and , wherefore, all the time gesticulating wildly. "'My gracious, air, you don't say so I (ome with me to the office, and let us see if we cannot remedy the matter. It grieves me that any one should stop my paper," Down Chest nut to Third the two proceeded. Arri. ving at the office, Swain said: "Why my, dear sir, everything seems 'to be going on here as usual ; I thought you stopped my paper." Then and there the excited gentleman, whom the long walk, by the way, had partly cooled, said that he had stopped taking his one copy of the Ledger. Mr. Swain was pro. fuse in his apologies for having mis understood the meaning of his late subscriber's words, and regretted that he had given him the tramp ftom Eigh teenth. street to Third, down Chestnut, The getitlenum went on his way homei a wiser if not a better man, marveling at the stupidity of editors in general and Mr. Swain in particular. Before he left, however, he ordred 4113 the Ledger be still sent to his address. —A 'Mississippi editor and s jus tice of the peace, married a couple in 1868, divorced them in 1860, married the man to another woman in 1861, married the woman to another man in 1862, and last week he again re-married the original couple. clergyman being requested t* address a weary meeting, at slate hoer, won the hearts of the audience tr3e. siord log: "Speech is eilierj silents is gold en." don't happen to leave any small change for you this evening, ,sad so let you off with the gold. ' r. • . - --- For the WArtmairr. '74100D-BYE. --.— I Dalfooted to Misr J. C. A ' The MA freill depths of melting blue, amllesAretii Om irmigull sky ; JIM luitionts r*bed it golden tight, 1,. sitt i ltotO n nt ui gfi r y,: ii, .ii: 10, a t rinuo saidi th . 46 . A balbslolllll*puolfu epeak •• -ne aumernfeidwordir ilbod-le. The heart that swells with' fondest love That earth has ever known— The rite whose aeeents all betray Its ardor la Ita tone— The eyes Whose paegoreglante reveals ,Whott 'scrota 'swath It, Ile, All speak their message In the words, Than saddsst words., Good-110. I ask not vows of sternest words, To pledge love's truth to me, Nor smiles to prove a hundred hearts Wouki not from mine be free, nut dearer yet, those treasured words, An droops th trembling eyes, And whispered then, of all most sad, Pd stosaf.of words, Good-Bye. 041DNZR ii. CHAPIN CODAS (11.0• i. PI., April 10th IS. John Surratt Yesterday's nuqriber of your worthy Paris namesake La Tribune, contains a remarkable documentrespecting Star rett and the relations of that Pontifical Zouave and the United States to the Holy Roman See. I have not time nor room for a full translation, The sum mary of it is as follows r It is com municated to the editor of the Tribune by a member of the Zouave regiment to whicliSurratt belonged, who, as will ap pear, speaks with absolute knowledge for an essential part of the narrative: "After being concealed for some months by the Bishop of Montreal, that prelate secured a passage- for Surratt to ranee, recommending him warmly to Ittfoosig uor Chigi, the Papal Nuncio at Paris; ChigiTprovided Surratt with a passport, and sent him on with strong recommen dations to the Director of the American College at Rome, whose recommenda tion, backed by that of Antonelli, se cured him admission to the Pontifical Zouavea. So soon as Antonelli, who preliminarily denied all knowledge of the 'criminal acid hisworks, promised the United States Consul that Surratt should be delivered up, he dispatched a military alumner, the Abbe D., who has since became a MonsiKnor, two hours in advance of his official order, to warn Surratt, who was sum:lased to be at Veroli. By accident the Abbe missed him, but communicated the ob ject of his visit to a Lieutenant of ion. ayes. When Surratt was taken, a few hours later, and put under guard to he sent to Rome, this Lieutenant planned with an Irish Zauave one of the means of escape for Surratt, which was executed. This had for first result an order for the court-martialing of McCrossan, who chose the present narrator for his de fender. Looking into the case then, the defender was told by the Lieutenant that his client need have no fear ; that after condemnation he would he par doned.. The defender wising at acquit tal, not pardon, went to the Colonel of the regiment, who, the Lieutenant had told him, had been cognizant of the whole business up to and inclusive of the Abbe D.'s visit. To thelklefender's application that the trial should be squashed, the Colonel at first said : "Whatever I may have known as a private individual, as Colonel I only ie cen-ed and transmitted an order for the seizuretif Wasson (Surratt's assumed name as per Chigi passport). Who ever has enabled him to escape must answer for his conduct before a court martial. Make no application to intn inter or cardinals or I will have you put under arrest ; and remember that at the trial you are not to mention the name of Surratt ; a prisoner named Wasson has escaped, those who aided him are responsible • say nothing of the Minis ter, nor of the visit of the Abbe D., nor pronounce the name bf the fugitive ; we do not know who he ia, and any at tempt of yours in that direction would be useless; you would have your mffiztli stopped." When after this the defen der showed Colonel MeCroesan'e writ ten deposition, he changed his tune. The trial was put off; and McCrossan afterward released. Meantime the facts of the affair transpiring, some of the officers of the regiment, holding the conduct of the Lieutenant dishonorable and uumilitary, naked his removal front the regiment, which, after great resis tance, and on the threat that they would resign, wee at bud effected ; but he is still in eminent office and favor in a dif ferent department of the Papal eervice. A Live M IN A DEAD MAN'S COP n,.—The latest attempt of a congict to escape from prison oocurred at the oi let Penitentiary last Tuesday morning. On the evn:ing previous a colored con vict had died, and his dead bodY• was placed in a ronrh coffin for burial. On Tueeday morning f , whe the remains were about to be conveyetj to the bury ing•ground, which is a short distance from the premises, one of the officers perteived a 'alight movement of the coffin lid, which had not yet been screw ed down. 'The lid being raised, to and behold, instead of a dead black man, a live white convict was found.lying in the coffin, he was hustled out summarily and required to give an. explanation. It appears that early in - the morning, while the other convicts were at break fast, he sniuggled himself into the room where the coffin was, removed the corpse of the colored man, deposited it in en empty barrel, and got into the coffin himself, expecting that he would be carried outside the walls, and before reaching the burTing-piretiadjuhtv out and escape. Being almost smothered, he raised the lid slightly tort a breath fill air, and was thus discovered in tiatd'.to spoil his nice '"little game."- If he hid remained quiet a minute or two longer, the lid' would have been 'mewed down, and he would have pro. bably been ;imothered to death. The Paris -Picker. The wife of one of t cidtt eminent hankers of.Paria, went so days mince, to one of the mast lout/ mantua • makers to try oa me thew. As she was ,leftg, eh , c omp 4mentetVihe open /Min d t o lti 'Mier ti the mattes', good= mit d *VI o(-the seilkustresa who WA on the it.ppoirel,, 'ae Mantua nasket replied, "$ to itt ouilpf the most vialuabli work•Vromen Juitt•L should like to be able to paytr a higher sal ary than she receives, t hi; expenses are so very heavyi am obliged to cut down everybody to the lowest figure ; be sides, Louise ia not strong, luduable to give me only half a day, which reduces her wages fifty percent. I believe how ever, she worttat home." Atmidnight the banker's wife returned from the Italian Opera, where Mlle. Patti had drawn an immense audience. As she was entering her door she saw from the carriage window a girl rag•pickdr, hunt ing carefiilly among the rufluie of the house, thrown in a heap before the door. The girl had the usmatrag-pieker's bas ket on her back, a lantern in her left nand, arid a curved pick In her.right hand. She was wretchedly, very wretchedly, attired, hut the meanness of the habit was almost redeemed by its cleanliness. She wan in rags, but she protested they were not her fault, for they were clean rags. The banker's wife instantly recognized Louise. She said to her : "Mlle. Louise, come with me, I must speak to you." The girl hesitated, but losing self-command in her emharramment at being discovered, she followed the banker's wife into her boudoir. Pressed with questions, she related her story, which was as follows: 'I am the eldest of five cliildren; my father died suddenly three years ago, my mother softie months since became paralyzed, and is unable to move hand or foot without assistance. To support, her and to give my brothers anti sisters trades, I nni a sesmstseas in the morn ing and a rag. picker et -night. It may seem incredible to you, but it is never theless true. I make more money as rag picker than as seamstress. There fore I hasten, at four o'clock to quit my mistress, tollltetuiii - V - ArTiTtrid disguise myself as a rag-pecker, in order to go my rounds in Paris. I have been able, by dint of economy, to lay by some thing, besides defraying all the expen ses of our Mindy, and I hope of be able in eighteen months or two years, to re sign basket, pick and lantern. I be seech you madame, to keep my secret until then if you would not ruin a poor girl whose battle ,of life has been any• thing but easy." Tears trickled down the cheeks of the banker's wife at this tale of misery honorably and gallantly combated. hip took Louise's hand in hers, and told her henceforward she would support the mother arid other children, and that she would set Ler Louise, up as a inantumingker. She kept.her promise. Witchcraft The Brownsville Ranchero says that one of tho , e barbarous sets, the execu tion of \4ltelwx, was recently consum mated in the town of Ahualtecco, Dis trict of Matainort.s, State of Puebla, a woman was hanged and burned, otlhl to best witch.; another woman was flogged mast cruelly for the ratite o ffence, the son of the latter figuring among those wtio flogged her The more annuncla tiot of this deed needs no continent, fill ing %nit shame and sorrow, and co%er ing with dread the defenders and perpe trators of the (lino, The following are, the sersions of the affair. Regarding the first, which was com municated to the press, the missing of an ox was the cause of the tragedy A woman 11 ho professed to be a witch, wits asked to reveal the whereabouts of the mistrial, which she failed to du, she was taken and hung to is tree, shot at, and then plunged into the flames until she expired The body was buried in the cemetery, but the following day was ex humed by order a the curate of the town, v, Ito protested against having the remains of a witch interred in conce crated ground. The husband of the un fortunate woman hid himself, fearing that he might he,miude to share the same fate The Mat or of the city hind not only authorized this proceeding, but had also been the principal perpetrator. According to the second narrative,which emanates from the Governor of Puebla, a man by the name of Manuel Rojan, anxious to know if Maria Clara Augusta was It wit , 11, 101.11. her out to the out skirts id the nod befit her set (Tidy Here he arts ,trined by tour otter incli idutds, and to milky the unfortunate woman (rotifer- , her nip used crime, hung her to a tree, at first by ,the arms and then by the neck. Being thus tor tured, Maria Clara soon expired. The perretrators went in search of the other two womeD, but one of them was bravely defended by her husband. The other was taken out and flogged by ale party, and among, the number was her own son, Manuel Rojan The Governor of Pue bla hyi taken Oho neeesenry measures to have the perpetrator, • f this horrible crime punished. • at 1420 AOA/NIIT VOLOAR LANCAUAGIL. —There is us much connection between the words and the thoughts as there is between the thoughts and actions. The latter are not only the expression of the former but they have a power to react upon the soul, and leave the stain of corruption there. A young man who allows himself to use one vulgar or pro ; fane word, has not only shown that there is a foul spot upon hie mind, but by the utterance of that word he extends that spot,„and inflames it, till, by indul gence, it will polute and ruin the soul. Be careful of your words and of ybur 'thoughts. If you can control the tongue that no improper words are 'pronounced by it, you will soon be able to control the mind, and save it from corruption. You•extinguinh.tbe fire by smothering it, 9,14 preventing bad thoughts from bursting into language. Never dtter a word anywhere which you would be ashamed to speak in the presence of the moat *fined female, of the most religious assn. Try this practice a little while, and you will soon have con:i -n:l9d of yourself. • Thls, That end the Other. —The 043 st woman's' e 14 --The broom bill. , —Lifo without love la like an old maid without a cat—very lonely. —A sunllower weighing 67 pounds lqui been grown in California. man who wrote, "I'm saddest when I sing," was a fool to sing much. - •• —Marriage---an altar on which man lays his pocket book, and woman her love letters. —Hulbert of the world, says he'd rather be married a Month than b l , l , the cold a week. -I'os you let trouble sit upon your soul like R hen upon her net, you may expect the hatching otp.larger brood. —Mr. Johnson asks ; ',Wham tan have I taken 7" No prominent mem. ber of the radical party is miOing that we know of. —The city bill poster at Lowell, stuck the notices to milk-men on the public pumps the other day, certain they would be seen there. A schoolmistress advertised lately for snltatistent accuitomed to confinement She received an answer from the mother of twelve children. • —A. child last week WRA horn in In diana with wings. , The little angel took its flight after three hours' stay in this wicked world. —A Portuguese inventor has recently presented to the Cabinet of Lisbon s murderous little engine, flring eight hundred idiots in n minute. Some people like to wnlk three ahreo( find move no blow that people 10 a hurry most either go between or get into the gutter. We often PPO thin on our street , —The friends of Fred Douglass ars discussing the propriety of adding hit &tattle to the others to be placed upon the Lincoln monument, at Washington. —A citizen of kliddlNown, Connecti eat, has used printer's Ink to protect him fruit trees from canker worru and other insects, and has found it very efficaciow —A new rending of the old saw, "A, the twig is bent the tree's Inclined" i• new current in Washington, to wit .As the twig is Dent the chief's inclin ed.' —A fellow out west advertises - a win., who, he says, "has loft him fest as he summer's work is beginning, notwllh• standing. ho has had the expense of %in• tering her." A man in Detroit has a snake in his stomach which he can quiet only by drinking large quantities of whisky queer, but that kind of snake seems to be common. —One of our artists has recently pit ted a picture of Patienoo—.a shopkeeper waiting upon ladies who don't know exactly what they want, but expect to before the.season mover. —Thu Journal of Health advises us to "Rtirk to our flannels." The weather e hardly warm enough vet. In about in weeks we shall be able to follow this ad vice without making an effort. —A lady was urged by her friends to I marry a widower, and as an ar , incnt they spoke of his-two beautiful c ren. "Children," replied the lady, "A like toothpicks A person wants her own '' —An unpleasant person says, It to a great convenience to have women for Postrokresses They can not only in form an applicant if there is a letter for hint, without b,eking, but can also tell hint what's in it —At a printWe festival on Frank tin's birthday, the following was onco: the regular toasta : "The editor and the lawyer—The devil is matiefied with the copy 01 the former, but requires the original . of the latter." -- A gentleman was one day arranging music for a lady, to whom he wits 111'3 ing his attention "Pray, Miss I) ," said he, "Al, bat tune do you prefer ?" "Oh,: ale. replied, tirelessly, "any (Ante will do -- lot the quicker thtbetter." - .t down-cwt girl being bantered one day by some of her female friends in re gard to her lover who had the tnutfor tune to have but one leg, replied "Pooh, I wouldn't have amen with two legs—they are too common I" —A darkey gives the following rea son why the colored race is superior to the white ram I. reason's thusly . "That all men eta made of clay, and like the meerschaum pipe, they arc 'nor" valuable when highly colored' —Tell me, ye nngelie met+engerm of love, "hall riwind le.] pm term here below have any xediemmak)ve The nhining tingel bumf replied, to us is hnowlebge prey j delnuluentnot , the tuter'l books earl never enter !leaven —A cat idliWaterbury, Conn ,several weeks hinee, had a litter of three kittem and one black and-tan terrier pup. The latter ih a perfect specimen of the terrier breed with the exception of his feet, which are genuine cat's paws. Whet I pupl —A lady having accidentally broken a smelling bottle, her husband, who we; very petulant, said to bei . "!. declare, my dear, everything that belongs to you is more or less broken."... " e," re plied the lady, "for even you a little cracked." Sunday Under the ShawL—A woman forgot to send home some work on Sat urday. Sunday morning, she told a. little girl who lived with her to put on her things and take the bundle under her shawl to the lady's htluae "NobodY will see it," she said. "But is it not Burnley under my shawl, aunty 7" asked"the child. Calming Effect of Flowors.—lt is re ported frbm the Michigan State Lunatic Asylum that aomo of the severest cases of insanity 'in men brought to the insti tution in irons, and mandating the most violent symptoms, have been sud denly talmed own to' a condition bor dering on sanity by the presentation of a boquet gathered from the green-house. —The sau.so_or ladies' teeth decaying at so much an earlier stage of life than the other sex, his been usually attribu ted to tire friction produced by the con stant action of the tongue. /t has, how ever, been auggested, with more genes tiry, and perhaps' with squat truth, that it is owing to thd tiweetnees of their Ups —u it Is well'established byporlinr be lief that, sweet things 'I the teeth.
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