BY DAVID OVER. fJottrq. riREWSM TO SEMMKR. FAHIWELL, thy moon U on the wane, Thy last bright, day U near its close, On rosy lips that thirst for rain, Heaven not a drop bestows; The cricket. Summer, sounds thy knell— Qneen of seasons 1 fare the well. The Sowers thai wreathed thy beauteous head Droop, pale and withered, on thy brow The light that made the morning red is dull and misty now; Sad voices pipe, in wood and dell, To Summer end her joys, farewell. Gone is thy belt of rainbow sheen, Starred with the dew drops oi the showers, And kirtie et enchanted green Embroidered o'er with bright flowers ; The golden wand of wonderous spell la dim and broken now—farewell! There is a summer o the heart That has its mournful ending here ; Delights that warmed its core, depart While it grows dull and drear; And sadder than the funeral hell, Hope whispers to the soul—farewell SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. Am:—"The jlnt OH Englith Gentleman Down in a small, Palmetto State, the curious ones may find, A rippling, teaming gentleman, of an uncommon kind, A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, whe takes his whiskey straight. Aud frequently condemns bin eyes to that ultimate vengeance which a clergyman of high standing has assuted as must be a sinner's fate— This South Carolina, gentleman, one of tho present time. You trace his genealogy, and not far back yon'l! see A most undoubted octoroon, or mayhap a mustee, And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on his brow, You'll find that every other hsir is varied with a kink that seldom denotes pure Caucasian blood ; but betrays an admixture with a race not par ticularly popular just now— This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present titge. He always wears a full dress coat, pre-Adamite in *t, With waistcoat of tho loudest style through which his ruffles jut, Six breast-pins deck his horrid front, and on bis fingers shine, Whole Invoices of diamond rings which wenld hardly past muster with the original Jacobs in Chatham street for jewels gen-u-ine This South.Carolina gentlsman, one of the present time lie chews tobacco by the pound, and spits upon tbe tfoor, If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest door, And when he takes his weekly spree, he clears a mighty track, Of every thing that bears the shape of whiskey skin, gin and sugar, brandy sour, peach and hon ey, Irrepressible oock-tail rum, and gum and lu scious applejack— This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful band. Especially when those he tricks, his "style" don't understand; And if he wins, why then he stoops to pocket all the stakes. But if be loses, then he says to tbe unfortunate stranger who has chanced to win: "It's my opinion you are a cursed Abolitionist, and if you don't leave South Carolina ip one hour, you will be bung like a dog." But no offer to pay bis loss he makes— This South Carolina gentleman, one of the prosent time. Of course he's ail the '.line in debt to those who credit give, Yet manages upon tbe best the msrkst yields to live, But it a northern creditor asks him his bill te heed, Tim honorable gentleman instantly draws two bewle knives and a pistol, dons * bius cockade, and declares that in consequence of tbe repeat ed aggressions of the North and its gross viola, tion of tbe Constitution, he feels that it would utterly degrade him to pay any debt whatever, sad in feci be ben at Usl determined to ss- OIMS. Tbe South Oaretlna gentleman, one of the present lime. A pretty girl was lately complsiniag to a Quaker friend that she had a cold, and was sorely plagued ta her hps by cusps. "Friend," said Obadiab, "tboa should neve* let the chaps came near tby A Weekly Paper, Devoted to Literature, Politics, the Arts, Sciences, Agriculture, Ac,, Ac—Terms: One Dollar Hid Fifty Cents in Advance. Who are the AbeHiiouiste *? Without fear of paradox,'' we answer—Tha Rebel Slaveholders themrelvee. And we pro oeed to prove our case. Not so age ago, we stood in Tammany Hal), and heard Col. John Cochrane make a obarm iog speech in favor of the annexation of Cuba. If we did not think it a Pro-Slavery speech, the audience did, and bestowed upon it a meed of approving screams as loud as those whioh immediately after greeted tbe bald uiggerUms of Isaiah Rynders. Where stands John Coch rane now 1 Is he devoting Lis velvet elocution to the cause of man-owning 1 Does he dote opon slaveholders as they are now, in the per. feet bloom of natural development ? On the contrary, he avowed himself in this very oily reoentiy, to a certain and not inconsiderable extent, an Abolitionist. Who made him so ? Tbe Rebel Slaveholders ! Who, then, are the real Abolitionists ? We answer, tbe Rebel Slaveholders! They are not only abolishing Slavery, bat Pro-Slavery throughout the coun try. Is.this, icasmuoh as we are of the Re publican party, any fault of our.? We arc not Daniel S. Dickinson's conscience-keeper. Mr. George Bancroft doesn't come to us for hie opinions. Gen. Benjamin F. Butler can not say with truth that we made him a practi cal Abolitionists. Mr. Benjamin F. liailet isn't indebted to The Liberator for his new and orediiable views. Who have put even Caleb Cashing under conviction, sad well advanced toward repentance ? We answer, onoe more, tbe Rebel slaveholders ? Who, then, are the Abolitionists ? Again, here is the Democratic Party de moralized, disintegrated, as bad as destroyed. Who did it ? Who alienated allies as faithful as possible ? Who threw down into the dust their woll-knit phalanx of champions so care less of all save feality to uisa-atealers 1 Who converted it, rank, hie, and leaders, into a sworn and inexorahlo enemy? W® answer, once more, the Rebel Slaveholders ! Who, tbeo, are tbe Abolitionits .* If men will grasp at shadows they mast e'en be content to miss the substance. These Reb el# had beeo stuffed with plums—why would tbey, after such a juvenile fashion, ory for the moon ? Tbey wanted a Fugitive Slave Law, and tbey got, they wanted it enforced in Bos ton, and it was enforced, at the bayonet's point, in Boston; they wanted more territory, aud we voted them enough to make a moderate oonti. cent; tbey wanted Free Trade, and an approx imation to Free Trade was conceded; they wanted to bang John Brown, and tbev did hang him; they wanted Buchanan in tho White House, and in the Whits House did he take up his wretched residence. What more did they want ? God may know, but we don't. Four years ago, Slavery seemed to be built upon a rock; and good men became disheartened as they calonLtod its strength.— it had upon its side the Democratic party, the remains of {he Whig Party, a large body of Northern clergymen, and a very considerable minority, valuable, at least as a nucleus, of Northern voters. If it was assailed in eonven tioDS and synods, and in all manner of annual meetings, it never lacked glib defenders. Soi enoe soothed it; Biblioal criticism coddled it; commeroe made love to it; economists dandled it, alarmists pleaded for it; lawyers ransacked whole libraries, from Coke to Taney ID behalf of it. Kvery body, as a rule, admitted that the United States Constitution was upon its side. If a man was flogged to death iu Ark ansas, somebody always remarked, serenely : "Ah ! tbe Constitution you know ;" and no body after that ventured to say a syllable about tbe homicide. Literature was emascu lated to assuage slavebolding apprehensions: unfortunate poems were subjected to amputao tieu and pecoant tracts to excision; religious newspapers were conducted with more caution in favor of Slavery than severity against Sic; and those protests against a domineering wrong which should have been thunderous sank to tha softest sigh. But what availed all this 1 Slavery trusts nobody. These doughface* were as much in earnest as men ef sueh pliant Datures oould be; but after all their scraping > and bowing and treacled words and limitless protestations, the Slaveholder believed uot in them. He might have done so. We say can didly that we think he might have done ao.— We think that it would have been tor the in terest of his System of Labor for him to have feigned, even if he did not feel, a generous credulity. The politioa) aliianoa vouchsafed to him, much as he might distrust it, was sure ly better than poiilical outlawry. Very mangy dogs have managed to mske ebitt to this barren world by foroing their company upon cleaner cars. The strength of Slavery was in its Electoral Votes and Congressional Repre sentation; but these in turn were not in them selves, as we have seen, powerful enough to sway tbe national policy. But, as it fell oat, the Northern Demooraoy needed the Slave holders as urgently as tbe Slaveholders needed tbe Democracy. Alone it conld do nothing. With a subsidised South faithful to its venal oontraote, we might have had, and we shudder j to think bow narrowly we have eseaped, a Dy- 1 nasty of Buchanans. Slavery can never be a robust political institution, but it is astonishing how mnoh sedulous nursing will do for the puniest of weaklings. The Pmocraoy, demolished by the orasy ! blows of tbe slaveholders, they had yet one more obaoee : uot for the perpetuity—for that from tbe first, was out of tha question—but for tbe prolongation of the institution. Yet once more tbe gods maddened those who were designed for destruction. A quiet acquies cence in the election of Mr. Lincoln, while it would not have been inconsistent with the most vigilant circumspection, would have done 1 as muoh to oounteraot auy abolition teadeuojee of tbe Administration as tiio Rebellion has BEDFORD, PA, FRIDAY. NOV. 29.1861. don* to foster them. Suob a poiioy, the Democratic parly to kaep up the show of an organization, and to send to tho House, of Representatives a respectable Oppocitio , wonld have kept the Capitol and the Wh..a House both upon their good behavior, ar l would have compelled a caution inoonsistei:* with any formidable fanaticism. Tho prudeus. way seems plain enough; but madness, beru | upon destruction, will wander ioto crooked paths. Instead of quiet and sagacious inse uvity, the slaveholders at onoe began to blus ter, and from the insolence of speech soon lapsed into practical iniquities. They g' no Northern man an opportunity of defending them. They disavowed all ailiauees, and offi cially published tbeir determination of going te the devil in their own way. Then indig nant men said : Let them go! And let Slav ery go with thein ! Who, then, are the Abo litionists ? We have always supposed Human Slavery to be a self limited social disease, especi-.liy in Republican America, The doom of tta mouster was pronounced and recorded long b-. lore its birth. The landing of the Fi!gria> Fathers at Plymouth in the seventeenth cen tury made Slavery impossible upou this con sent io the twentieth. Tbe Declaration of In dependence diluted as it was, against the ear nest protestations of Mr. Jeffersou, to suit the delieato at >anobs of the Southern meuiber_ of tbe Congress, was the death-warrant of the system. Sooner or later its last hoar must have oorne. A lie, though peuuitted to rue up and down, and vaunt itself, and bellow its infinite repetitions of itself, is refuted from the beginning, and will be silenced at last. It uiay sink quietly out of sight; or it may go out io a steuoh of blood and smoke, as the Pet Lie of oar time is going; but its exit is predes tinate. Tbe Lie of Slavery was unpleasantly vociferous one year ago; but now its own friends have knocked the wind out of it, and tripped its legs from under it, and in all other ways mercilessly exposed its weakness and witlessness. It might have meandered through the length and tha breadth of the land tor half a century longer; but now its career of curses and of crime is well nigh over. Foi so much let us be thankful, and patiently abide the and. —A. Y. Tribune... A TIGER KILLED BY BABQUNs. The following aooount of a tiger ehase is ex tracted fruwi the *JVortb Lincoln Sphynx , a regimental paper, published at Graham's Town Cape of Good Hope. The writer, after allu • ding to his sporting experiences of all kinds, and in all quarters of tho Globe, declares that he never witnessed so novel or intensely ex oiling a abase asthat about to be described; Not long ago, I spent a few days at Foit Brown, a small military post on the banks of tho Great Fih River, where uiy friend W. was stationed One evening ,as my friend and 1 were returning home after a somewhat fatig • umg day's buck-shootiDg, we were startled by hearing tbe most extraordinary noises not far from us. It seemed as if all the demool in the infernal regions had been unchained, and were amusing themselvtf by trying to frfghten as poor mortals bj their horrid yelling. We stood iu breatbleet expectation, not knowing what could possibly be the cause of this dia bolical row, with all sorts of strange conjec tures flashing across oar minds. Nearer and nearer the yelling and scream ing approached, and presently the cause be came visible to our astonished eyes. Some three or four hundred yards to our right, upon the brow of a small bill, a spotted leopard (commonly; called in this couutry a tiger, though much smaller than tbe lord of the In-, dian jungles) came in view bounding along with all the speed and energy of despair, while close behind him followed an enormous paok of ba* boons, from whose throats proceeded the de moniacal sounds that bad, a few seconds be* fore, so startled us. Our excitement in tbe obase, as you may suppose, was intense. On went the tiger, making for tho river, tbe ba* boons following like avenging demons, and evidently gaining ground upon their exhausted foe, though their exultant yells seemed each moment to increase his terror speed.— They reached the stream, the tiger still in ad vance, and with a tremendous bound, he oast himself into its muddy waters aud made for the opposite bank. The next moment his pur suers, in admirable confusion, were struggling | alter him, aud ae the tiger, now fearfully ex hausted, clambered on tha land again, the largest and strongest of the baboons were olose at the heels, though many of the pack (the old, the very young, and the weakly) j were still struggling in the water. In a few moments all had passed from our sight behind the brow of the opposite bank; I but tbeir inoreassd jelling, now stationary be i bind the hill, told us that the tiger had met j his doom, sod that their strong arms snd jaws | were tearing him hinb from limb. As the eveoiug was far advanced, and wo were still some miles from home, we did not cross tbe river to be in at ths death; but, next morning, a few bones and spattered fragments of flesh and skin showed what|Lid been the tiger's fate. On our return home we told by sotpe Dutch gentlemen that such hoots are not uncommon when a tiger is rash enough to attsok the young bsbooos, which often happens. All these creatures for miles around assemble and pursue tbeir enemy with relentless fury to his death. Sometimes tbe ehase lasts for days; bat it, invariably closes with the destruction of tbe tiger—a striking instance that the idea of retributive justice is notooufined to man alone. A MAN'S name passes eronud must freely \ when it has a handle to it. STATE'S KVIDSNOB a wretob WHO is par* dontii for Oeiug meaner than his comrades. WHAT WAS DONE /JV THE HEVOLU TION. Ihe following story of the Revolution was first published same years ago, in the Green field (Mass.) Gazette, and is now oopied from the "Book of tbo Lockes," page 366. There ts na doubt of its entire truthfulness. The heroine was Miss Eouioe Locke, of Townsend, Mass., and subsequently the wife of Edward Riohards. She died at Gill, Mass., ia 1846 aged about 83. Her example may do something to inspire the ladies of the present day with a similar spirit to provide all things needed for their brothers, husbands and fathers—enr brave soldiers—who on the tented field are now he roically battling for their country's flag and the rights of man. When the whole people of tbe North are as thoroughly in earnest and willing to make as great sacrifices as wore our Revolutionary fathers aud mothers, then may wo look with some hope for a speedy termina tion of this rebellious war: "Late in the afternoon or one of the last dayj of May, m the yesr '76, when I was a few months short of fiftoeu years old, notice came to Townsend, Mass., where my father usod to live, that fifteen soldiers were wanted. The training band was instantly ealled out, j and my brother, that was next older than I, was one that was seleoted. lie did not return till late at night, when we were all in bed.— When I rose in the morning, I found my mother in teats, who informed me that my brother John was to maroh next day after to morrow morning at sunrise. My father was at Boston in the Massachusetts Assembly.— Mother said that though Johu was supplied with summer clothes, he must suffer for wiuter J garments. There were, at this time, no stores, and no articles to be had except such a each family could make itself. The sight of couth* er's tears always brougnt all the bidden strength of body and mind into action I in stantly asked what garment was needed She replied 'pantaloons.' 'Ou, if tnat is all,' said I, we will spin and weave him a pair before he goes. 'But, said mother, 'the wool is oq tha sheep's Look, and the sheep are in the pasture.' 1 immediately turned to a youuger brother and bade him take the salt dish and call them to •ho yard. Mother replied, * Poor child, thero are no sheep shears within three miles and a half." "I have somerwall shears at ths loom." said I "But you oan't spin aud weave it in so short a time." "1 am oeruin we can moth er." How can you weave it?—there is a long web of linen in tbe loom." "No matter, I c&u find an empty loom." By this time the sound |ef ths sbrep made me quioken my steps to ward the yard. I requested to bring tbe wheel and cards, while I went for the wool. I went to the yard with my brother, and se cured a white sheep, from which 1 sheared with rhy loom shears, half enough for a web; we tnen let her gc with tbe rest of her fleece. 1 sent tbe wool L by my little sister, and Luth er ran for a black beep, and held her while {cut off wool for my filling and half tbe warp, and thence allowed her to go with tue remain ing OQarse pari of the fleeoe." Tbe rest of the narrative we abridge. Tbe wool thus obtained was duly oarded, spun, washed, seized and dried; a loom was found a few doors off, ths web "got in" and wove, tba cloth prepared, out and made two or three hours before the brother's departure, that is to, say, in forty hoars from commencement, without help from any modern improvement.— Tho good old lady closed her aocouol by sa Jtog, "I feH °c weariness, I wspt not, 1 was eerviDg my country, I was relieving my poor mother,! was preparing a garment for my darling brother. The garment finished, I re tired and wept until my overcharged and burst ing heart was relieved." A BISHOP AGAINST LOW-NECKED • DRESSES. —Bishop Ticnon publishes in The Buffalo Sentinel of Saturday, a letter addressed "to tbe honored and pious Christian women of the diocese," upon a subject whioh he has long re frained to touch, though pressed apparently by Divine impulse, low-necked dresses. He discourses at muoh length upon the modesty of dress, quoting largely from tbe Soriptures on tbe score of morality, and from the writings of Catharine Beeober, Dr. Ellis, aud others as respeota health, and proceeds to say: "Bat whatever may be the sentiment of the learned and the wt ?e, on the dinger of low necked drosses to tbe health, and whatever may be our wishes for the temporal happiness of the Christian women in our diocese; and whatever our tesl for the sacred missions, which women have to cultivate from earliest youth, and form, as only a mother oan, the Christian life and spirit, in their sons and daughters) yet we dare not press upon them, in the relations of society those rules of pru* j denoe,. when they or their ohildren prefer to 1 wear fashionable low-oeoked dresses in faab ! iooable ciroios. But we most earnestly exhort all ladies, tbe very young as well as those of more mature age, not to appear in churob, nor assist at Catholic sacred functions, nor present themselves for tbe reception of tbe sacraments, without having the neck, shoulders, and breast modestly covered. And we request all pastors of souls, and all religious ladies engaged in teaobing, to nse every possible exertion and influence to aeo that this advice be accepted io the spirit of charity, sod of seal for that which best pleasea God, with whioh it is offer* *J." The Bishop trusts that Christian ladles will receive bis advice ia the spirit in wbieb it ia given tod directs that the pastor* under his charge touch opon the subject io tbeir di eeursea. A CURL CUT OFF WITH AN AXE. A TRtTK INCIDENT. "Do you see this hair ?" laid ao old man to me. "Yes; but what of it? It is, I suppose, the ourl from tbe head of a dear child long sinoe gone to God." "It is not. It is a look of my own hair; and it is now nearly aeventy years since it was cut from tbie head." "But why do you prize a look of your hair so much ?" "It has a story belonging to it, and a stracge one. I keep it thus with oare because it speaks to me more of God and of his special care than anything else I possess. "I was a little ohild of four years old, with long, curly looka, which, iu sun, or rain, or wind, hung down my cheeks uncovered. One day my father went into the woods to cqt a log, and I went with him. 1 was standing a little way behind him, or rather at his side, watching with interest tho strokes of the heavy axo, as it went up and oam9 down upon the wuod, sending off splinters with every stroke, in all directions. Some of tbe splio* tors fell at my feet, and I eagerly stopped to pick them up. In doing so I stumbled for* ward, and in a moment my early bead lay up on the log. I had fallen just at the moment wheu the ax was coming down with all its force. It was too late to stop tbe blow.— Down eame the axe. 1 screamed, and my father fell to the ground in terror. He could cot stay tbe stroke, and in the blindness wbieh the sadden horror oaased, he thought he had killed his boy. We soon recovered; I from my fright, and he from bis terror. He caught me iq bis arms and looked at me Irom bead to foot, to find out tbe deadly wound which be was sure he had inflicted. Not a drop of blood, nor a scar was to be seen. He knelt upon tbe grass and gave thanks to a gracious God. Having •done so, be took bis axe and found a few hairs upon if* edge. He turned to tho jog be had been splitting, and thero was a single curl of his boy's hair, sharply cut through and laid upon the wood. How great the escape! It was as if an angel had turned aside the edge at the moment, when it was de. sseodiug upon my head. With renewed thanks upon his lips he teok up the ourl, and went home with me in his arms. " That look he kept all bis days, as a me morial of God'a oare and love. That look he left to me on bis death bed." THE SLAVERY QUESTION. FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND NEGRO HUN TERH. As far as oan be judged from tbeir words, tha tories who are now so bitterly abusing the Administration, look upon tho Constitu tion of the United States simply as a great negro-catching instrument. All its other pro visions they discern dimly through the medi um of tho articles relating to fugitives from labor. Therefore a to uphold the Con> BUtution, amounts in their estimation to a graud military negro hunt, aud nothing more. It is not surprising, then, when a resolution is introduced into OoDgress that it is no part of the duty of the national army to return fugitive slaves, these tories are violent in their abase of it. They consider that it is by all, means, and above a(( other duties, tbe busi ness of our soldiers to return negroes, qnd chase tbem, too, if necessary. They utterly oppose any coercion. We have no right, they say, to enforce obedience to the Constitution in general, but if a panting fugitive rushes into oamp pursued by bis blood thirsty rebel master, then it is time to look out for tbe Constitution. Then is an opportunity to save tbe Union to some purpose. This rebel is in opeD war against the government. It must be put an end to. Tbe rascal must be compelled to take his nigger, if he doesn't the oath in accordance with the Constitution. And so the slave is given op to be driven away agaiu to bis labor in tbe iDtrcnohtnents, or to his death, if the master thinks he has too keen a scent for liberty. This is tha only true way to uphold the Con stitution—by 500,000 armed and equipped slave-hunterß. Even if the master be shot is arms, his slaves uiust be carefully banded ovet to the estate. It might happen that in tbe very midst of •n engagement a body of these negroes, fu rious umier, their long endured wrongs, might wickedly and unconstitutionally precipitate themselves upon the ranks of jheir maaters. It would net be strange. It is very much after the style of oppressed men. Bu' in this oase it u[ould be the duty of the Federal troops to break ranxs at onoe, and rush as a grand posie comilalus to tbe capture of these raisoreantr, who were adding "servile insurrection" to the crime of being blaok, and thus "having no rights ifhioh men are bound to respect." This is the substance of the tory diatribes about the 'Abolition war.' All the interests of government are of no aooount; the peace of tho oountry is of no aooount; ail the ordinary system of coninctiog war is of no account; no thing is of acoouot exoept negro-hunting, and that must be attended to eveo if the heavens fall. All this is simply the most diaguetiog sort of toryism. If the rebels oaro for the safety of tbeir negroes, let them attend to their obligations to the Constitution. Lei us have oo snore of the elavo-driviog audacity which insists that the suppression of the great rebellion shall he of oo importance whatever in comparison with negro-hunting for tbe bene fit of the gentlemen rebels— .Yvricich Courier. V0L.34. NO. 48 Confirmed in her Habits* A gentleman of exoelleut habits and ierj amiable disposition, was so unfortunate as tq have a wife of a very different character: in short, one that would get beastly drunk.— Being in company with a few intitpatpa one of them remarked tojhiro. that if she wan wife—since all other things bad failed—be would frighten her in some way, so that she would quit her evjl |iabit, and proposed thg following method: that some time when doad drunk, she should be laid in a box shaped iikp a coffin, and left in that situation until her fit should be over, and consciousness restored. A few evenings after, the dame being tp % proper state, the plan was put into execution: and after the box lid was properly secure, the party alluded to watched, each in turn, to wit ness the result. About daylight next morning the watch beard a movement, laid himself down by the box, wbeu her ladyship, after bumping her head a few times, was heard to say: "Bless me! where am 1?" The outsider auswered, in a sepulchral tone: "Madam yon are dead and in the other world." A panse ensued, after which the lady inquß red again, "Where are you?" "Oh ! 1 am dead too," said he. "Can you tell me bow long 1 have been dead?" "About three weeks." "As you have been longer here than I have, can you Jell me where 1 can get a little run!" JUUGMKNT FQR A NEWSPAPER ACCOPKT.— Among tho recent decisions at the general term of the Supreme Court of the Albany (N. Y.) district, was one in favor of Mr. J. Sea. bury against Bradford O. Walt, for seven years subscription to the Catsktll Recorder and Democrat . The New York Obterver , one of the oldest religious newspapers in the country says of this decision.—"lt is surprising that so tew subscribers fully uoderaund their re sponsibilities to publisher* pf newspaper?. law which governed in this decision is a law of Congress, and therefoia applicable in every htate in the Union. Many subscribers seem to regard the bill for a newspaper the last to be settled, especially the last wbioh the laws will enforce. Responsible men, even under trifling whims, refuse to take their pspert frotn | the office, regardless of arrears, and when half | a doxen more years have been added to arrears lat the time of stopping, think it bard te pay the iooreasedjbill with interest and cost of collection." Contempt of Court. The other day a young lawyer of one of j Western counties, was employed to proqeotlte i a man indicted for larceny before a ocmtnitiug court composed of three magistrates. On ' hearing tho testimony, they refused to eommit j the prisoner to jail. Our lawyer, whese name is Moßaf, oondluded to take revenge , magistrates. He aooordingly begag "tfce |t- J tack. ' "I wish your Honors would fine me five iars for contempt of Court," he said. "Why, Mr. McKay 1" "Because 1 feel a very decided oontemnt for the Court." " "Your contempt for the Court is not more decided than the Court's oootempt for you," was the response of one of the magistrates. This was a stinging retort and Mao felt it ; but another worshipful member of the Court —a dry, hard looking old blacksmith—put in a blow that finished the work and completely demolished the young lawyer. "We might fine you," he said, "bqt we don't know wbioh one of as you'd want to borrow the money from to pay it with." The laugh was against Mae. He was a no torious borrower when be could find a lender. He has never jested with the Court sinca that rebuke. Barnuai's Last Story. Barourn is always resdy with a good story. His latest is the following, which is told of Rlias Howe, jr., who has beep very active in S'vi D g fur the wat. Mr. Howe baa spent, tboutinds of dollars in this way, and takeu so great an interest in military affairs that he has but littlo time to attend to anythiog else. One day a very worthy Connecticut deacon called upon the gentleman with a subscription list. He wanted Mr. Howe to give something towards erecting a new church. A new ehurob?' replied Howe; 'ah, a new ohuroh. I don't think I can give anything, because 1 am sperraiog all my spare money toi" the war. Can't think of anything else.' -The deacon looked despondent. Mr. Howe seemed firm iq his determination not to give a. "red." At last be aske<i the deacon whst the new oburoh was to be called. 'The Church oifSt. Peter, sir,' was the re ply. 'Ah, the Cbproh of St. Peter,' replied Howe : "Well, as St. Peter was the only fight ing apostle in the lot, I guess I'll have to give •omething. But I can't do umob for St. Pa* ' ter, as my time and money must be almost oa-" tirely devoted to Salt Peter.' ALL diseases speaks to us solemnly and elo quently, except the dumb agoe. ~ GARMENTS soa THE SEAT OF WAR —Tho breaches made by ihe artillery. Bargain —A ludioirous transaction, in which each parly thinks he bis cheated tho other. SOME people ere'so obtuse that one would hardly tLibk they oeutd have an acute disease. Paiicr runs most fuiicusly stun a gttil'y conscience drives it. -
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