The Lass that was Sweet. There's a witohing young lass in our street; Liew confections she sells, she is sweet. 1 saked for a kiss, Whereupon laughed the mise, “ Of sourse, Sillabub, you mast eas.” I called on that girl in our blook, Nor left till she looked at the eloek; “It ie ticking,” she said, “And it's ticking { dread" ‘ Good evening ” I said with a shook. The next eall I said, to attack, “ Like sents that are old, i've come back.” “And,” she said, * you should say, Like some new cents you stay" “Good evening” again. 1 was slack. Onee more that fair damsel I tried, But her pa, he was waiting inside, It was leap year, I know, For the weight of his shoe Made me leap, while she laughe! till she oried -H, C. Dodge. I AR SI sani, (CENTRE REPORTER. “ THE ,000 000 oleo. macsaring a Joo cinta y. After all an ordinary saw-horse pays better than the average trotter, — Yonkers Gaselle. The Baroness Hirsch gave Adelina Patti 15,000 francs 000) for singing one song at her he TERMS FRED KURTZ. Editor and Proprietor. $2.00 a Year. in Advance. EE aa a NUMBER I1. (83, ir Fr : ih | Mount Vesuvius is troghled w : , and they don’t r what te Ti ety Stanley has begun the ascent of Congo. well armed ane ¢ with all of provisions and oe in the transporiation of coal A NACA SIA) 3 \ IR VOLUME XIII. CENTRE HALL, CENTRE CO., PA. THURSDAY, MARCH 1880. ’ A TO TAT I had but one distaste for the piace, | pretty, had it had proper nourishment, CAPITAL CLAIMANTS, RELIGIOUS NEWS AND NOTES, TIMELY T0PICS, FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD: GATHERING CAOUTCHOUC, { and that wes for the basement, which, and air to breathe, with its delieate — - Begging. Battling with hunger How many we meet, Footsore and frozen, Wand'ring the street; Weary and dreary, Pleading tor bread, Houseless and starving No rest for the hed; Cold—oold-—nothing to eat, Ragged and shivering, Wand ring the street Battling with hunger, Wearisomo-—sad, | From morn natil eve Scarce “a bite ” to be had; The outlook all gloom. Tradging through snow, Tu misery creeping, Onward they go, Cold-~cold-—nothing to eat; Wretched and hongry, Wand ring the street Battling with hunger, Battling for bread, Battling tor bare lite, Wishing life sped; Hearts sadly aching, Hard in their pain, Qroveling in gutter, Begging agnin. Cold —cold-— wretched and sad ; All alone in the world, Searce * a bite’ to be had. Battling with hanger, Hard is their tate, Pleading and tramping Exrly and late; Oh, list the pray Ot the wandering poos And don't thrust the began: Away from your door. Cold—ecold—onut in the min, To eke out a living “Do buy the house, Charlie; [ am not at all atraid of ghosts!™ My busband leans against the worm- eaten fence and looks thoughtfully at shutters flapping from broker hinges, its porches overgrown with vines, its den full of rank weeds, and the river singing beyond its garden gate. “It is very cheap, Amy," he length. land, and nominally nothing house. But can you endure living i such a deserted place, and [ in the city all day? Why, all sorts of noises can be heard here day and night, and I have heard good, tateligont people, with con sciences, say they had seen the spirit of s woman, with a little ebild in her arms walking all about these grounds at evening. Nobody else would dare buy it. Why, it has had no tenants for a year. friends, and that you yourself will hav: to suceurab to the spirit-influence of the 208, P He stops, seeing the expression on my face. | can bear anything better than the allusion to spirit-influence, or to the helief of the progreSsionists. Charlie is a good business man; but hie has read a great many scientific works written by ht they were very wise on the subject of spiritualism; and he has investigated, or. rather, invested a deal in the same. gressed to such an extent that he ean sometimes hear raps on the headboard, and cold shivers down his back. and in mosquito-time he often feels pinghes from unseen