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For upwards of twenty years the Icadinar bufl npss College of the United Stntes, affords une qualled advantages Tor the tlioroutrh, practical ed. ucation oryouna; and middle ajjed men. Students admitted at anytime. -For circulars, addrofg, J. O. SMITH, A. Itf.. Principal. M-TheIHO rit'Y OM.i:iK Istheow Institution of the kind, in this city, tli.it wo recom mend to the piddle patronage." ProijTnVtu H inner, Pittsburgh, 1'. 9-17.-3ui.J AN Al'Ti nji KOXU. BT JESSIE IIARRtSOX. Oh, the changes will follow the years as they Atnl hliailows must mingle with sunlight, we know; The flowers jve gather will wither at last; The songs we are singing bo lost in the past; Some links must le hroken in life's golden chain, And bells that rang sweetly may not ring again 1 Vet why need we mourn, looking back o'er the way, When forth in the future such brightness may stay ; For all of our losses comes something to gain, And pleasure close follows the footsteps of pain. Oh, the Tiver that floweth forever the same May follow ono channel and bear the one nanie; But the flowers on its margin, the trees and the grns. Forever must change with the seasons that pnss. And thus our affection the stream of the sold Kight onward, forever unchanging, shall roll. Though that which hath blossomed once fair by its side May sink away slowly with time's ebbing tide. Oh, why need we sorrow for joys that are Rone, While the life-givir.g river forever f.ows on? AX Evicriox. "Mary, Mary ! do yoti hear what the neighbors says that we're all going to bo evicted?" cried Dents Connor, entering bis cabin one evening towaids the end of Octo ber, and sitting down dejectedly; while Mary, his wife, looked up ficmjher woik in blank dismay. ''What do you mean, Penis ?" Iie asked. "Sure, we d.ni't owe a penny of rent, and if the Losd spates our health we'll remain feO." "It's too true, I'm afraid. O Molly, it'll break my Leart to leave the old place ! and what'll you and Oona do?" and the old man rocked himself to and fro, and moaned bittetlj. "Whist, Denis, dear," Mary said, gently placing her hand on her husband's shoul der; there's some mistake, ye may be cer tain. His Honor could not mcau to turn us out, for sure there's no decentcr poor people on all the property than the neigh bors. It ian't liko as if wo were living eu tiiely on the land, and couldn't pay the rent. His Honor couldn't mean to evict ., Denis !" 15ut his Honor did mean to evict them, as they learned fotmally a few days after ; the entire village of Cloonabeg was to bo swept away. It was a wild, bleak spot on the west coast of Ireland, not many miles from the ancient "Citio of the Tribes." The village consisted of a long, straggling row of cab ins, on the edge of a common, and within a stone's-tbrow of the sea. The inhabit ants of Cloonabeg were lishermen poor, simple, holiest, hard-woiking people who had been born in the cabins thej dwelt in, and their fathers and grandfathers beforo them, and knew little of the world beyond. 1 bey all had tlo right of the common on tho other side of which stood the village of Cloonamore, a much more important place, which boasted the possession of & police barrack, a chapel, and a national school. There was little intimacy between the in habitants of the two villages. The Cloona more people were farmers, comfortable as farmers go in the west of Ireland, where ihey have to toil, and toil continually, to make tho wretched land produce any thing. They were very jealous of their neighbors down by the Reas-ide, who paid far less rent, and on tho whole seemed not only to woik less, but to be more comfortable. The fishermen were quiet, proud, re served people, who lived entirely to them selves, helping each other in difficulty, con soling each other in trouble, and taking little interest in anything save the coming and going of tho shoals of fish. They spent their evenings, when not out on the bay, with their wives ; and it was pleasant to see them sitting outside their cabin doors, smoking their pipes, or mend ing their nets and sails the men in their rough home-knit blue guernseys, the wo men in their scat let jackets. They ere very poor, but their wants were few, and they were contented and happy in their simple way. Denis Conner was considered the most comfortable man in Cloonabeg. lie had a son in America, who often sent him money ; and a daughter married to a fishmonger in Galway, who was considered almost a mer chant. One other child he had, Oona, a pretty golden-haired gill, the pet of tho whole village. In the next cabin to Denis Connor's lived a very old woman, named Merrick ; poor Judy she was called, for she had had many troubles in her lifetime. Her husband and only son were drowned twenty years be fore, trying to save the crew of a brig which struck on "Marguerite's Rock." Y otitis: Merrick left a wife who died a few months after, and a sickly littlo boy. Poor Judy took the child, and managed to bring hirn up and keep a roof overhead by con stant hard work. She assisted the neigh bors in their housewoik, who paid her in kind ; and made and meiuK-d nets for any of the men who could afford to pay her a trirte, just sufficient to pay the rent. For fifteen years Judy toiled lata and early, and then hor grandson, Willie, was old enough to lake his father's boat and nets and earn bis living, and support his graud- niother. A fine, handsome, manly lad was Willie Merrick, full chested, clear-eyed and supple sinewed like the majority of the hardy bods of the sea coast. In the market, every one liked to buy Lis mackerel and haddocks, not only be cause they could depend on whatever he offered for sale being genuinely good and moderate in price, but they liked the look of his honest face and clear hazel eyes, and the sound of his hearty voice. Mrs. Merrick was proud of her grandson, and not without leason, for he was a uni versal favorite, and deserved to be. A few evenings after Denis Connor had told hia wife of the threatened eviction, Oona, his daughter, was sitting with Wil lie Merrick on the tone seat outside of Judy's cabin. There was no "take," and tho men were all about the bench attend ing to the drive of the nets, or watching a little boat which was ciakiug for the quay against wind and tido. "She'll never get in, Oona, if they don't tack more to the cast'ard," Willie said. "Oh, if I had a boat liko her, wouldn't I bo happy I" "Aren't ye happy as ye are, Willie?" Oona asked. "Ye told me the other night that ye w as the happiest boy in Cloonabeg or Cloonamore cither." "So I am, darlin," Willie said, looking tenderly at the fair, saucy face beside him ; "but I'll bo happier when yer my own ru tircly. When is it to bo ?" "Whenever ye like, Willie ; father and mother are willing, and yer granny is teas ing mo every day. Sure, we're all as ono as married, aren't wc, Willie ?" "Yes, dailiu'; but I want the priest to spake the words, and put this on yer ueethy littlo finger;" and young Merrick pulled from his pocket a canvass bag, from the farthest corner of w hich he pulled a wedding-ring. "This Shrovetide, then, Villie," Oona whispered with a blush. "Now, 1 must go in, as mother'll be wanting me. Is that the agent gone into Martin Gill's, Willie? I didn't think it was rent day yet." "Yes, faix, it is, Oona, and it wants a week yet to the half year ;" and Oona went itito the house, while Willio wont to see what tho people weic gathering in groups for, and talking so mysteriously about. A very few wonts served to ex plain the object of the agent's is.it. He had come, accompanied by the baiiiif, to eerve "notice to quit" on every house. "His Honor, the laudkud, wanted the place cleared down," was all the reason ho gave. It was a sad thing to walk through the village of Cloonabeg that evening, and go from house to house w ith the agent. Everywhere he said the same thing: "Yo must clear out; His llonoi wants the place. I'll forgive ye half this half-year's rent ail around, and give ye to the 1st of January to get away. Iut re member the men'll be here on New Yeai's day to pull down these dens." 15y tho time they had reached Denis Connor's the whole villnge men, women, and children were after them, crying bitterly, and Judy Met rick came to ask what the matter was. "It's evicted we are served with a no tice to quit, Judy," Mary Connor said quietly. "It isn't easy to leave tho place ye were bred and boin in, and go out on tho world. But God's god ; cheer up, Denis ari'c." "What docs she mean, Denis Connor?" Judy cried. "Is it that they're goin' to dispossess ye to turn ye out of tho cabin ye weri born in, and yer father and grand father beforn yc?" "Yes, ma'am ; that's exactly what wo mean," the bailiff said. "I'm going to serve you next,." "Servo tne ! evict mo, turn rr.e, an old woman of three score and ten, out on the road side !" Jndy screamed. "No! I was born in that cabin ; my father lived and died in it : my ancestors were the first that ever raised a stone vf Cloonabeg. Old Judy, poor Judy, Judy Merrick, ye may call me, but I'm Julia O'Drien, and in the cabin I've lived in there I'll die." "We'll see about that," the bailiff sneered, and Judy rushed out, and knelt down at her door-step. "The first otie that crosses here will have to walk ovor me," she shrieked ; but the bailiff ad vanced, and laying bis band on her shoul der, gave her a printed form, and said jeeringly : "You're served Mrs. Merrick ; and I'd take it easier, if I were you. Come on, sir," be added, turning to the agent, who was examining the condition of the house. Judy Merrick stood up, and looked at the notice in her hand, and then advanced to the agent's side. "Mr. Hayes sir," she said slowly, "I'm to be out of this cabin on the 1st of January, amu't I?" "Yes ; and see that you are," Mr. Hayes replied. "Where am I going to, sir?" "My good woman, that's nothing what ever tome," he said shrugging his shoul ders; "go wherever you like." "You know, sir, that in Cloonamore ono of us can't get a bit, nor sup, nor lodging, for love or money, even if we, had that same. Where'll we go to, Mr. Hayes, sir; will ye ask His Honor that?" "That's nothing whatever to His Honor; he wants his houses, and I suppose he has a right to them. It's not every landlord would treat yon so well as to forgive you a quarter's rent, and then give yo two months' notice and nothing to pay," the i agent said. "It's. not every tenant that treats a land-j lord as well a we did in my memory and ; that's more than three-score years. He ' never lost a penny on one of the cabins, and ' one of us was never a day behind with six- I pence o' rent. Can Cloonamore say that, Mr. Hayes, sir? Go back to the big house and tell His Honor that Judy Merrick is going to die in the cabin she lived in, or on the heap of stones ye level it to." "Come, come ; that's all nonsense. See that you are out, bag and baggage, before the 1st of January," thejbailiff said, roughly laying his baud on the old woman's shoul der. "Don't touch me, ye miserable creature!"' she cried, shrinking back. "Don't lay yer dirty hand on me, ye black-hearted villain. Ijook at hitr., neighbors, mark him, tie tor ! It's all hisdom'sandhiH," pointing to the agent. "Maik them, Willie! Don't forget their evil faces !" "I'll not forget them, granny," Willie Merrick said sternly, with quivering lips and flashing eyes; "and if I ever have a chance, God help them both." "Och!" Judy cried, lifting up her hands "may God forget them it their grcatert need, and forgive them like as I do now ;"' and she went in and sat rocking herself for many hours over the fire. The 1st of January 18o- was a bleak, w ild day, with a fierce east wind, driving a cutting, bitter sleet before it. The sea and sky, of a gray leaden hue, seemed to meet you could scarcely distinguish ono from tho other ; and the storm raged along the desolate coast. The village of Cloonabeg presented a very pitiful sight that N t'W 1 Oil I" s day a sight once seen, never to be forgotten a sight which impressed itself on the memory with burning intensity the sight of an evic tion ! All wools arc inadequate to describe the scene it is something one must look on to thoroughly comprehend. That morning on the common, wherever a stunted shrub offered tho faintest shelter from the bitter east wind, the people were sitting huddled together, or lying on their poor beds to keep themselves warm, wailing for the demoli tion of their cabins; women weeping bit .terly, children shivering, nml men with folded arms, and set teeth, and blanched faces men poor, ignorant, homeless, yet exercising a self-control wonderful and touching. The lane leading to the village was also lined on each side by the unfortu nate people ; and as the bailiifs came w ifli picks to begin their work, the women greeted them with a terrible cry. The men were silent, calmly, grandly si lent. They could have easily beaten off the intruders they could" have chased them into the sea, or dashed their brains; out against the rocks ; but what would it avail? Others would corao and take their places, for Cloonabeg was doomed. The men locked passively on as they saw their homes levelled to tho earth as they saw cabin after cabin fail in. Opptisite the door, Denis Connor nnd his wife and daughter sat waiting for the end beforo starting for Galway. In vain they entreated Judy Men ick to accompany them ; sho would not leave her cabin. Grim and resolute she sat on her bed, and declared solemnly that out she would not go. And her grandson, Willie? Poor fellow, he was in Galway jail on a charge of attempted murder. Mr. Hayes, tho agent, had been fired at and without any hesitation ho ac cused Willie Meri ick, and the bailiff swore be heard the young man threaten him ; so he was committed to stand his trial at tho spring assizes. When the men came to Mrs. Merrick's house, and found her still inside, tlrry paused in dismay, but the bead biiililFs or der came sharp and decisive : "Go on !" and a shower of dust and stones about poor Judy's cars showed that they were going on without any mistake. Then Denis Con nor rushed in, and seizing the woman in his arms, carried hor out, just as the roof gave way ; bnt he might as well have left her in her dearly loved cabin, for Judy Merrick was dead ! The first desecrating blow struck to the roof which had so long shel tered her, had stilled her heart forever. All through that dreary winter-day the people sat shivering by the wayside, mourning over their ruined, desolated homes, and at night some few of them were sheltered in barns and out-houses, while others lay under the hedges or on the fallen cabins. The next morning, vans came and took the very old andjsick to the workhouse, and those who were able to walk and work went hither and thither in search of em ployment. All this time His Honor, the landlord, was enjoying his honeymoon on the shores of Lake Laman, and knew no more about the fearful scene enacted in Cloonabeg than his somewhilo tenants about his locality. The agent thought the little village in the way ; the common would, he fancied, make a valuable piece of pastureland ; and so he wrote to his master, and said the houses weie only dilapidated dens ; dcclaied the tenants never did, or could, or would pay any rent ; and then the best thing for all parties was to pull tho cabins down, as the people would tiien emigrate to .America. And so 5Ir. Hayes evicted, the people and razed their homes to the earth ! Such things have been columns and are slill not unknown in the west of Ireland. Months passed, and Willie Meriick still lay in jail awaiting his trial. At the as- sizes there was not a shadow of proof against him, and one of the game-keepers on an adjoining estate confessed that it w as be who fired the shot which wounded the agent ; so Merrick was acquitted, and a few- kind-hearted people subsnibed enough money to pay bis passage to America. "You'll come out to nie, Oona dailing. won't, you?" he said, holding his promised wife in bis arms as he said good-bye. "You aren't ashamed f me, are you?"' "No, Willie ; but 111 not follow you to America," Oona said sadly. "I'm going a. longer journey. O Willie, my heart i broken. You'll never look on the face of Oona Connor again ' Good-bye, and may Heaven forever liloss you !"' Wiiiie: was p:t.-,hed into the train which was to t,;ke him to C'otk, and Oona fell fainting into her father's arms. Three mouths after, there was a quiet funeral in the old graveyaid of Clooiiabeg, an rid tnau and an old woman were tho only mourners. Oona Conner was dead, and her last w ish had been to sleep beside her brothers and sisters in the lil tie country graveyard she had played in as a child. There she sleeps, vviili no cross at her head or stone at her feet ; but her grave is well known, and the memory of the events which caused her death is still green. No one in the west of Iii-land ban forgotten the Cloonabeg evic tion. Watting koii a C.vvri. Three or four days ago, within two or three miles of this city, a Washington stict mer chant, who bar! business in lh". city, came to a small creek, beside which .a na tive was washing his shirt. Tho man was sousing the garment up anil down and around, and as he "soused" ho whistled a merry tune. "Do you have to wash your own shirt?" inquired the merchant, as he halted. "Not alius, but old Pet has got one o her fits on jest now," was the ready reply. "Then you don't agree very well ?" "Purty well on the general thing. Pet's kind o mulish, and I'm kind o' mulish, and when we get our backs up wc crawl off to see who'll cave first." "I should think you would want some ecv.p?" "I do." "Why don't you get it, then?" "That would be caving to Pel, stranger. She's squatted on the only bit of bar soap 'tween here and Yicksburg. and she's jest aehin' for me to slide up and ask her for it." "And you won't?" "Stranger," replied tho native, as he straightened up, "don't I look like a feller that, would wear a shitt three months afore I'd cave iu and holler for soap?" The merchant sided with him. and as he drove on, the man soused the shirt up and down and went on with his whistling. Yichxlurg Herald. A TitdnFCL SKF.Tfir. Pet a man fail hi business, what an effect it has on his former creditors! Men who have taken him by the arm, laughed and chatted with him by the hour, shrug their shoulders and pass on with a cld "How d you do ?"' Every trifle of a bill is hunted up and presented that would not have seen tiie light for months tny.me, but for the mis fortunes of the debtor. If it is paid, well and good ; if not, the scowl of the sheriff, perhaps, meets him at the corner. A man that has never failed knows h i'', little of human nature. In prosperity he sails along gently, waft ed by favoring smiles and kind worths from everybody, lie p"i id"s himself on his name and spotless character, and makes bis boast that he has not an encnv in the world. Alas! the change. He looks at the world in a different light when reverses come upon him. IIo reads suspicion on every brow. He hardly knows how to move or to do this thing or tho other ; there are spies about him. a writ is ready for his back. To know what kind stuff the world is made of, a person must be un fortunate, and stop paying once in his life time. If he has kind friends then they arc niadu manifest. A failure is a moral seive it brings out the wheat and shows the chaff. A man thus learns that vvouls and pretended good w ill are not and do not constitute real friendship. Xkw Evert Morning. Here is an ut terance that has the sunbeam In it : "The Lord's mercies are new every morning." What an assurance that is to cany with us in all our wayfarings through this woild ! The future is always dark to us. The shadows brood over it. A vail hides it from our sight. What is tinder the shadows, what is behind the vail, what is advancing out of the impervious mist, none i of us can know. We have no anxious ! question to ask. This is enough for all that is coming : "The Lord's mercies aie new every morning." Tho morning- vet O break upon us may be heavy w ith storms No matter ; the meicios will not fad Come, live a corn fort able, happy and thank ful life. Don't be cast down with care or work. Take up each d.y as it comes, cer tain of this, that whatever it liy upon you to do or to bear, it will bring new mercies for uew deeds. The Family Tkkui A Tic k Stuh r A toothless couple in one of our ri.: districts concluded, after much jaw, t! r.' they would gum it nolot:goi; that, in Lit1 tho family must be provided with ;4 i,c fet of teth. These worthy pe.ip'm w.-:-i not civen to ostentatious d;--piay ; tV vl r lir vd in having sot net h";'1; fur air "t d n they also f'ii mly lKdie-.ed t! (1. .,-i -; Cu:-.1: the twain w one l!t?-L, ;,: e- ,,i.i? pail of spcct;!:ys. l;a-- bo:.i-;. 5 sufficed fort he ii united eti. a!--not one set of telh woi k e-pial'y w " ' Accon:ifi;ly, those a-ed !nv.i!hs rejMird to a neighboring de!i'i audio! the tri umph of mind over matter a set of tcet": 'that will l.Mtr, ,,fr a ,,; nf tobacco for "father" or tr.ld.V Suvdry caraway am" chatter bat mlcss o,,S(,j,, f,,,. mother,'" -it:i equal prer.iMnn ! Life has now fresh rest. Rod found a new relish, p i lovely and ': lieantiful to fee them at the liM'e round table ready for dctr.er. "Pir-t, the old 1-vly picks up the teth -thv aie aiv.tvs lying ab.nit handy slips- th-m in si::d j makes a good use of her privilege; while ; father is laying up a ge:.er..ns stock of ' provisions on hU plate. Perfectly he leans back in his chair, puts down his knife r.rd j fork and says, cheerfully, "CVtr.e, mother, give n;e the teeth !"' Then the old lady. w ith tiue conjugal alacrity, totalling to be ; hold, catches them, hands tlieni across tho j table to the old gonth'inan, who dexterously claps them in his own nmii'li, and tho family eating goes complacently on, tilb perhaps, "mother" comes to a haid spot and demand the molars. So back and forth, like a weaver's shuttle, busily j.lv the teeth, 1:11 tli.-s square meal is ended. Hot lin-G !'. (Jon's Way and Man's Way. God says : Seek yc first the kingd n of beaten audits righteousness, and .iliearlbly thing shall be added unto you. Man says : Seek fi.st worldly wealth and fame and power; religion you can get on a dying bed. God says : Open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it. Man says: Let prayer go, and work for w hat you want. God sajs: Give and it shall be given ur to yon ; good nieasuro, ptes-cd down and shaken together and running over, shall men give unto your bosom. Man says : Charity bepliis at home. Why givo to other that for which yon have toiled so hard ? Your own family may want God says: Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do even so to them. Man says : Each man for himself. L.k out for number one. G(d savs: Lay not up fr yonrselves treasures upon easth, but lay up for your selves treasures in heave'i. Man says: Make sure of your woildly treasures. Heaven is a long vvav off. God says : Who hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shut tcth up his bowels of compassion for him, how dwcliuth the love of God in him? Man says : What gnaiantee have I, if I give my earnings to the poo;-, that I shall not come to want myself? God says: There is that which seaUcelh, and yet incieaseth. Man says : It is only by saving ard hoarding v. bat oi; have that it will Ciease, liead-T, ha srtys your conscience ? Is not God's way belter than man's? A Stot:y rno-.i Ci.etet.and. A story co'nes to ns from Cleveland which will I.q relished hereabouts, where the family E.t rrc of tho hero is nd unknown. In the action at Luudy's Pane a Color-el O'Neill ('General" be got to calling bimsi-lf) got a scratch on hi-; l. g. The wound was a mat ter r f great glory to hit!?, nnd he nursed it through after days, growing lamer with every year, that, thr memory of his bravei y might be evr r.f-ar him. Gradually, from sheer pondering rver bis glories, he grew to think that the success of he battle de pended hnr.ely on his valuable services and finally the impression grrw and be came fixed o-i his mind that Scott was a mere subordinate to himsilf. One day, late in life, as he sat musing his leg and pondering over the glorious p-rst. a young man visiting the family f ; the lirt time, approached and syt. pathetically remarked, "Lame, General." "Yes, sir," after a pause and with inexpressible Solemn;! v. "lain lame." "Ps cn i idir.g, ssi ?" "No!"' with rebuking sternness, "I nave not been riding." "Ah! slipped on the ice. General, and hurt your leg?" "N , sir!"' with ac tual ferocity. "Pei haps yon sprained your ankle, sir?" With painful slowness the o'd man lifted his leg in both hands, set it carefully on the lhor, ro.se slowly from his chair, and looking down upon the unfortu nate youth vvbh a state of mingled wonder, pity and wrath, burst foith in the sublimity of rage, "Go and read the history of your com; try, you il tl puppy !" Cihcinrm'i Time. Some years ago a Massru huset U man was elected to i he oOh-e of Lie t -.tenant Govei nor. When, the fact of his election was announ ced, he was ealled npoi f r a speech. lie proceeded to acknowledge lb- horor in vciy handsome terns, and added that be had no doubt he should ru ike a giod Lieulena.ic Governor, as that was the ofilco he L-d always held in his own bouse.
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