BY DAVID OVER. P a t1 fl|. DZ?~We take tbe following from a poem by erger, who y-^the voyage had become intimate personal friends, plunged into the briny deep, and fortunately al most immediately got upon a large plank, and were quickly carried from the scene of dissas tcr. The English ship hovered around for several hours, and gathered up a number of tho passen gers of the Galois but Louis and Hershberger had, in their frail bark got beyond hailing distance, and the vessel went on her way without them, for thirty-six hours they wero on this plank iu the mid dle of the ocean, enduring all the horrors of anxiety, hunger and thirst, when they were picked up by the since ill-fated ship City of Glasgow, bound for Philadelphia, where they arrived on the Oth of May 1848. Hersbberger hired with a barher in Philadelphia, and Louis S came on foot to our neighboring county of Stark, where he worked two months, and tlieu came to this county and commenced work at his trade, as a partner in an established shop, lie was a very tine workman, sober end industrious, and soon gained the confi dence of his customers and neighbors. Tbe result was that he soon had all the money he" needed, and some to loan, which he was always careful to put in safe hands. In the year 1850, he made the acquaintance of a farmer's daughter, of this county, and, on the 29th of November of that year he was married to her. lie continued to pros per, and, ill 1852, purchased a fine farm, ami went to farming. In June last, his wife died, leaving four children- two boys and two girls—to battle the storms of life without a mother. News had been taken back to Germany of tbe loss of the Calois and most of the passengers, and among them Louis and young Hershberger. The girl, Louis' first love, was sorrow stricken with the sad news of Louis' supposed death, for she still hoped that fortune would favor them so that they might marry at some time. '-Hope springs eternal in the human breast," and it wasthisthat strength ened the young girl to hid farewell to her lover, and pray to Heaven that he might safely be carried over the pathless ocean; but when sad news of his death reached her ear she was for many months al most frantic, her rosy cheeks gave way for a death like pallor, and her friends feared that they would soon have to follow her to the grave. Time, how ever, hail its effect, and she finally apparently forgot the cause of her troubles. Many were the suitors that applied for her hand, but she refused them all. in the year 1854, lieishberger, who was a scholar and a fine writer, wrote a letter to a friend in Ger many, giving an account of the voyage, loss of the vessel, and rescue of himself and Louis S. This letter was published in a paper in German) which fell into the hands of the faithful girl, by which she learned that Louis had been saved; but whether he was yet living, and if still true to her put her in great suspense. Her father dhct in 1858 : leaving her a large fortune. In July, 1859, she was in a store in the town ot Landshut, and while wait ing on the merchant, who was engaged to sell her some goods, she pieked up a copy of JJer Duthchc in Ohio, a paper published by brother liaby, of Can ton, formerly of this county, and in it noticed the death of the wife of Louis S. She concluded this Louis was her old lover, and immediately she began to make preparations to sail for America and seek him out. She arrived in this country, at the house of Louis, on the iilst of December, and on the 10th of last month they were made happy by being uni ted in marriage at the house of the bridegroom.— Holme* County Farmer. AN INTERESTING DIALOGUE WITH A POOR MAN. —Stephen Whitney, who died iu New York recently, leaving ten millions, was once met by Jacob As tor, when the following dia logue ensuod: "Mr. Whitney, I hear you have retired from busiooss." This was after his retirement in 1837. "Yes," replied Mr. Whituey, "I havo re tired." "And how uiuch are you worth?" ioquired Mr. Astor. "About 95,000,000," replied Mr. Whit uey. After standing and thinking in silence for a moment, "Well," said Mr. Astor, "I don't know but it is just as well to retire on that STUB as it is to be rich " ARTEMUS WARD AMONG THE SPIR ITS. Artemus Ward, the showman, recently vis ited Berlin Heights, and thus describes an in terview with the spirits there assembled : I will here observe that Mrs. Ward is & in valuable woojun—tho pardner ot my goys and the shairer of my sorror. In my atsuoce she watches my interest