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From the Boston Cultivator
THE TRUTH. . '
You watch your neighbor's actions .
More% than you* your own :
You cannot or yon will not;
Let his affairs'alone I
In short, your neighbor's business,
Which none concerneth you,
Yon meddle with till yours
Is clearly out of viewl
It is the unvarnished truth—
Ton know it is tho truth!
You see your neighbor's failings,
But do not see your own ;
And think that you are worthy
To cast at him the stone :
When, if you'd wipe your mirror,
Till you yourself could see,
You'd find you're just as erring,
And full of faults as ho
It is the unvarnished truth—
Tou know it is the truth!
The way you judge a person,
Is by the cloth he wears,
You do not stop to notice
The inward heart ho bears ;
If his dross is growing seedy,
Or ragged, old and torn,
You pass him by unnoticed,
Or look at him in scorn
It is the unvarnished truth—
You know it is the truth I
But if ho has fine garments,
And wears a golden chain,
You hesitate no longer
That person to ordain
A gentleman ; you praise him,
You laud him to the skies,
No matter, if he dresses,
If he isn't good and wise!
It is the unvarnished truth—
Yon know it is the truth !
You feel yourself above thoso
Not quite so rich as you,
Too proud and vain to speak with
The man whose climes aro few!
Well, do so, if you wish to—
But in heaven, beyond the sky,
Ye proud ones shall be bumbled,
And the lowly ones made high
It is the unvarnished truth—
I've told you but the truth!
• For the Globe
IL LEGEND OF THE
The pale waning moon, from her silver-like throne,
Cast her light on a river, so silent and lone,
But the crystal-like river, rolled murmuring along,
Never checked by the rays, never ceasing its song.
On its shores were huge masses of dark mossy rocks,
Some broken in fragments, soine pibbles, some blocks,
Others piled as with care, near the pure limpid. stream,
Done by nature, that magic, so strange, like a dream.
All along the green brink, on the high banks around,
stand trees whose red leaves have longcovered the ground,
From the tall pine and maple, the gum seems to shrink,
And the sycamore stretching his arms o'er the brink.
But see on the shore, to the right of the stream,
Where the moon's glittering rays seem to sparkle and gleam ,
On a rock 'neath that cliff, that towers so high,
As if striving - , but vainly, to touch the blue sky.
Yes, there on a rock, that by nature adorned,
With long mossy hangings, like velvet are formed,
Sat one, who though silent, a look would betray,
A lonely bravo,spirit, his thoughts far away.
I now see him plainly, tho' the night's long since past,
And the'shadow of age o'er my vision is cast,
Yet still through its dimness, that chief I behold,
So mournful, so silent, now long. pale and cold.
On his brow, Oh, how noble, a head-dress he wore,
That at like a crown 'neath the plumes that he bore,
And around his broad shoulders, across his deep .breast,
Were slung bow and quiver, the arms he loved best.
Round a form that dame nature but seldom bestows,
Was a white wampum belt, that bold form to enclose,
And his 'feet were encased in the skins of the deer;
All bound round with quills, or the porcupine's spebx
Ho rises, he speaks, and with outstretching arm, ;.
He points to the moon, he has broken the charm,
Now he sobs, oh, what anguish, that dark flashing eye,
It reminds me of lightning, WhZin'thunder'Stlose by.
"I came from the west, where the prairie grass wave,
To the land of my Fathers, the noble and brave,
Who once were so many,: their warriors so bold,
Their daughters so fair, and their wisdom untold.
But the white man now plants his corn o'er their bones,
On the soil hallowed dear, by the Indian's moans;
But the Great Spirit willed it, "Oh, hard is my iitte,"
But if mind is so hard, white man, thine is great.
I'm the last of my race, all our warriors have passed,
To the land of the Sprits, the happy and blest,
Where the dowers of youth and beauty ne'er fade,
'Meath the sun in the west, where these fair isles are laid
And ere the pale moon leaves her place in the sky,
Shall the dark Juniata hear Okooma's last sigh ;"
Then grasping his weapons, lie plunged in the stream,
Aud the brave and his race, all had passed like a dream
'Twas said by old hunters believing the tale,
That on beautiful nights, Nviien the moon's waning pale,
That the ghost of the warrior oft roamed o'er the spot;
Where his red fathers dwelt, which in life he had sought
SELF-CULTURE. — It is our business to culti
vate in our minds, to rear to the utmost vigor
and maturity every sort of generous and hon
est feeling, that belongs to our nature. To
bring the dispositions that are lovely in pri
vate life into the service and conduct of the
commonwealth ; so to be patriots as not to
forget we are gentlemen. To cultivate friend
ships, and to incur enmities. To model our
principles to our duties and situation. To be
fully persuaded that all virtue which is im
practicable is spurious; and rather to run
the risk of falling into faults in a course
which leads us to act with effect and energy
than to loiter out our days without blame
and without use. He trespasses against his
duty who sleep 6 upon. his watch, as wall as
Iwo thab goes over to the enemy.—Burke.
$1 50
WILLIAM LEWIS,
VOL. XII.
ISE
Riistrilanttrus.
Profane Swearing---its Prevalence and
Enormity.
BY EDWARD C. JONES.
There have always been certain national
delinqueuces prevailing to an extent so "alarm
ing and involving in guilt as well the intelli
gent as the rude, that to attempt the task of
amendment would appear as hopeless as to
turn back from its course the mountains tor
rent, or to soothe into summer's calm the
boiling surges of the Norwegian Maelstrom.
Such. a delinquency is The vice of profane
swearing. Its root and basis is certainly the
absence.-of a due consideration. Thought
lessness in most cases thus - hurries men on
to desecrate the name of Providence, and
make a football of his attributes. it is not
that we are so thoroughly impregnated with
atheism that we interlard our discourse with
blasphemous expressions. Men do not swear
by a power which they deem utterly non-ex
istent. The sentiment is generally diffused
that God - exists. His potential attributes are
aeknawledged in the very - vehemence with
which they are invoked. Evident then it is
that swearing results from that vacant con
dition of heart and mind which robs a, man
of his usual discernment, from a rattle-brain
impulse•cduneeted with no deliberate purpose
to defy Omnipotence.
Challenge the most inveterate swearer to
ascend the grassy eminence and before the
bright sun and the glancing river and the gold
en harvest field, pour out his -imprecationdin
a systematic and studied way, and the reck
less would recoil from so palpable an infrac
tion of right. And why so? Because so de
liberate a procedure sums them up to the
contemplation of •Jehovah's greatness and
majesty and power. It places them in the
uuqualified position of avowed antagonists to
God. It places two parties in the lists and
envokes the attention of created intelligence
to Lehold the issue of the challenge which is
going out from the Finite to the Infinite,
Arum the worm of yesterday to the Maker of
the everlasting hills, and such an aspect of
affairs is clothed with so much of terror, is
so particularly defined that any man,' less
than an incarnate demon,- would shrink from
an act which would isolate him from humani
ty at large, and put upon his forehead a stig
ma more indelible than that of Cain. We
are then right in our position that the prevail
ing habit of blasphemy results from a vacant
thoughtlessness, more than a deep determin
ation to rebel. We say this not to gloss 'the
conduct, but because observation and history
bear us out in the 'assumption that the reli
gious instinct is the last to be ingored. Like
tne image of Minerva which Phidias wrought
so artistically into the body of the warrior's
shields, that it could not be effaced or de
molished without the destruction of the -en
tire shield, so amid our moral and mental
furniture tile sentiment of a reverential horn
age is so overshadowing an element of our
belief that its overthrow would destroy the
wnole fabric. We do not say, however,
that this thoughtlessness •lessens the• crimi
nality of the offender in taking such 'unhal
loweu freedom with the incommunicable name
and attributes of Jehovah. it rather • ag'gra
vines the offence and enhances the penalty.
If a person. with a'. reckless spirit rushed
into the presence of our Executive Magistrate
and slapped him on the back, or assailed him
with an opprobrious epithet, in a simple
spirit and tune of -levity, his off-hand boor
ishness would not keep him from being dis
missed by the most summary ejectment, nor
would the careless and sportive handling of
an edged tool damage fingers a bit the less
because• the man did not approach it con
tinuously and apply his hand with the cool
ness of precision to its gleaming_ and steely
blade. in the first case the man should have
studied the magnitude of the social nich oc
cupied by his ruler, and graduated his mode
of accost to the relative social height of the
person addressed, and mingled deference
with the good will, while abstaining froin
oue word of opprobrium';..while in the other
case he should study the nature of the point
ed instrument, and.not solicit a contact with
the edge. - And it 'Would' not do for a man to
say, wily thoughtlegshesi: led 'me into danger.
The veriest child Would laugh *at such -phil
osophy and 'tell hint'to- consider - . , 'New We
Maintain that ` adl Men ' should in - the' first
place form a definite - ConceptiOn. of the great
Creator, fix in then' - Minds - and heartS"ati ac
curate estimate 'his greatness and power,
and then they will find it more difficult to
appeal to Him on every, trival occasion. • Let
there be in the heart and'mind en - abiding
consciousness 'of his 6C-el:present nature, and
even in the hear of mirth and buoyant gaiety
that *sentiment would tower'to the zenith and
strike . upon our mental vision as the glacier
Of the mountain-peak arrests the gaze of the
Switzer' hunter, whether he climb to rock, or
scud along the plain, or ford the torrent, or
recline upon the grasss mound in indolence.
That, one object in all its physical grandeur
fill up the whole field of his vision.
But we must call to mind that in many ea
ses swearing is not uttered with mere thought
lessness. in numberless_ instances it is the
deep voice of revenge, the expression of in
tensely excited feelings, where the studied
purpose appears to be to give weight to each
syllable by coupling it with' a. strong assever
ation, or by heaping upon the head of the
object of our displeasure the- burning coals
of an impricated vengeance. Now, we ad
mit that men in all ages have heightened the
force of their, resentful expressions by oaths,
and it is in one sense a -natural impulse to
search for, or to leap upon: the very strong
est expressions when a man. has a strong
feeling to anybody which- is struggling like a
giant for utterance. The'river as it rushes
headlong through the emba,nkment' hesitates
not for a more beautiful meandering. And
the heart of man boiling with -exasperation
generates the scum and froth of violent phra
seology by the operation of a natural law.—
The most powerful expressions are those
which involve the idea of infinite power and
the heart therefore leaps at these.
How then may it be asked will you avoid
)t
clothing deep feeling in words equally . deep.
The .simple way is to repress the feeling it
self. Put the iron gate of resistance close
down upon the' impetuous flood of envy and
malice and revenge. Rein in 'with the• • bit
and bridle of pruence the Bucephalus
.of
passion. Cultivate that mildness and for
bearance which becomes' a 'Christian and
there Will then be no incentive to' the strong
language which the opposite feelings engen
der. Swearing is the natural language of.
the Court and the Camp, not because it should
be indulged there, but because political rival
ry and the disputes of men in - arms evoke
the demon of resentment from his lair. And
the further the heart of man retires from
such an atmosphere, and the more peaceful
his pursuits, the more disposed he is to let
his communications be "yea, yea, nay, - nay,
for whatsoever is more than this cometh of
evil." Swearing has ever been a national
delinquericy - in our case, because in the great
area of social activities men are constantly
cultivating that quickness of spirit, that.
pride, that emulation which cannot brook re
straint or interruption without the boiling
over of the cauldron of the heart in intem
perate and blasphemous expressions.
And since it is our glory to be thus active
and keep our energies in play the only way
to avoid blasphemy is to keep in subjection
our emotions of resentment and pride, to ex
ercise lenience and forbearance in cases of
provocation, and if needs be to moderate our
aspirations after fame and wealth, if suet' as
piration induces that restless and chafing
spirit which must vent itself in words of
blasphemy. Far above all these considera
tions let us place the great prohibition of God
himself, which stands like a sentinel at arms
to challenge our admission into forbidden
ground. Thou shalt not take the name of
the Lord in vain for the Lord will not hold
him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.
However society may tolerate so vile a cus
tom, and although even female lips may tam
per with the name of Deity, and yet commit
but a mild and pardonable misdemeanor,
however childhood may blend its ingenious
prattle with the coarsest oaths and yet receive
but the paternal glance of admiration for so
early an adoption of civil usages on the part
of his rising hope, however the novel and the
song may spice their beauties by an undis
guised tampering with sacred things, the law
shines out with a force which bears down all
our flimzy pretexts, and assures us that God
will not hold us guiltless if thus we take his
name in vain. Look up and see the seraph
covering, wiih his wings his face as he ap
proaches the ineffable, look up and see _the
pillars of heaven tremble as the Most High
utters his behests. See the devout aspect of
the God in his approaches to the Father; be
hold the Jew, fearful of pronouncing the
very name of Jehovah, lest he should con
tract some guilt, and then, if you can, trifle
with that name above all others to be adored
and blessed, then if you can appeal to it with
a levity which would not become you if you
were naming a mere earthly superior, ,who
had loaded you with blessings, then if you
can do aught but kneel in the dust and say,
" Our Father which art in Heaven, hallowed
be thy name."
On Monday last, one of the stages which
run upon the Yreka road, left the Pitt river
station on its way from Yreka to the valley.
The coach had no passengers,' and was driven
by Jared Robbins, familiarly known among
the drivers as "Curly Jerry." After leaving
the Pitt river station, the road passes over a
stretch of thirty miles through a wilderness
in which no water can be obtained, and with
out a white inhabitant. A great portion of
this distance is through a wood or chapparel.
After proceeding several miles over this lone
ly and desolate road, a shower `of arrows was
suddenly poured in upon Jerry through the
thick bushes which lined each side of the
road. Wounded in, several places, and with
many arrows sticking in his clothes and flesh,
`Curly' put the whip to his horses, and com
menced a race for life through an ambuscade,
the extent of which he was unable to -deter
mine. The affrighted horses, hit with several
arrows bounded over the ground—flying with
such rapidity that the vehicle threatened' ev
ery moment to . capsize •or smash in' pieces
against the stumps and rocks. From every
bush and hiding place, capable of -concealing
•
a foe, Jerry received a flight of arrows.
At length a 'small prairie . was reached, clear
and open, affordingno lurkin'gplace for the
terrible savages. Fortune favors the brave,
and fortune favored 'Jerry. In the middle of
this prairie the coach, which had. received
many severe shocks, suddenly broke down.
Jerry, bleeding from many _wounds, hastily
jumped from the box and commenced un
hitching his horses from the vehicle. This
action was observed by. the Indians behind,
who with a thousand yells sprang from their
ambuscades and charged upon him. But
Jerry was in time. -He sprang upon one :of
the horses, and leading the others, again com
menced running the gauntlet for life. The
prairie was passed, and the team again plung
ed into the dangerous chaparel. The ambus
cade still continued, and Jerry's clothes be
came fairly riddled with . arrows, even to the
gloves. But, although covered with blood,
he continued to urge on his horses encouraged
by the thought that every bound brought him
nearer the Hat Creek station. As he drew
near this post, the shooting gradually slack
ened, and Jerry finally arrived, at the door
more dead than alive, having ridden through
an, ambuscade ten miles in length. A mes
senger was immediately sent to Shasta for a
surgeon. Dr. Raymond left on Tuesday even
ing to the relief of : the 'wounded man. Al
though the driver had sixteen wounds, none
of them, we are gratified to learn, is mortal,
and he is now considered hi a fair way to re
cover.—Shasta Californian, Oct. Ist,
recent traveller in America records
the followincr anecdote': "Jack," said a
j
man, to a lacFust entering his teens, "your
father's dead." " Darn it," replied the
young hopeful, " and he's got my knife in
his pocket.'
HUNTINGDON, PA., NOVEMBER 26, 1856.
A Race for Life.
.--PERSEVZIZS.-- ,
Anecdote of the Puritan Sunday Laws.
On a cold, rainy Sunday morning in Oc
tober several years ago, Hon. H. G. Otis
foUnd hiMself traveling through the State of
Connecticut. An important case was to be
argued by him on the next Monday morning,
in Boston, and he had started from New
York on the previous Saturday, and had rode
all night, in order to meet his legal engage
ment.
After he had finished his breakfast at his
' hotel and was about proceeding on his way,
he was informed it would be perfectly useless
to attempt to drive through the State, as he
would certainly be stopped by the lynx-eyed
_'tiding man."
Connecticut was of old a very pious State,
and her rigid laws against traveling on Sun
day have made her Puritanic folly notorious.
But Mr. Otis was inclined to try his shrewd
ness against the anti-Sabbath breaking officer.
Accordingly he went to the office of a friend
ly barrister in the town where he breakfasted,
and asked of him the favor of a loan of his
copy- of the Revised Statutes of the State
until he should be clearly beyond her borders.
The attorney complied, and Mr. Otis, with
gig and law-book, proceeded on his journey.
He had searcely turned the second corner
when, as he and everybody else expected, a
grave looking puritan, in the shape of a
tiding man, took his horse by the head, and
coolly informed him that he was a prisoner;
suggesting at the same time that he had bet
ter attend him to the next jail!
Mr. Otis, nothing daunted, and assuming
his legal dignity replied, "Sir, I respect the
day and the law, but I shall be obliged to
break the Sabbath, the law and your head, if
you don't quietly remove yourself from my
path."
But the pious officer was not to be bluffed
by this, and again repeated his command.
Mr_ Otis.saw that nothing was to be gain
ed by intimidation, and that he must fall
back upon - his last resources. lie according
ly began to feel around him for the revised
statutes.
" Well, my friend," said he, " it wont do
any hurt to look at the law a little—which
puts me - so completely in your power; for
you know that it is a good old legal maxim,
that no man shall be ,condemned but by the
judgment of his peers and the law of the
land."
Mr. Otis opened the statutes and turned at
once to the article against Sabbath breaking.
" You will find it all there," said the officer,
with a shrewd shrug of his shoulders at the
idea of nabbing and penning a person whom
he tww discovered to be a live attorney. Mr.
Otis proceeded to read ; "If any person shall
be guilty of breaking the Sabbath as afore
said, it shall be lawful for the tiding man,- to
arrest and stop him," etc. The eye of the
great lawyer slyly sparkled as he read the
statute, though with rather a doleful air he
added, "It is true sir ; the law is against me,
and I must submit."
"Well, then," rejoined the tiding man,
-you must make up your mind to quarter in
the lock-up till to-morrow ;so if you please,
we will ride back together."
"0, no !" retorted Otis, "that will never do.
I don't intend that you shall ride back, or
with me, either—to-day! The statute reads,
mind you, that you shall arrest and stop—
that is all. You can stop so long as you
please. But that is the extent of your power.
The law says nothing at all about your car
rying me off to the lock-up, nor of your rid
ing in my gig on the Sabbath, either 1"
It was a terrible stormy day. The poor
tiding man was already completely drenched,
and the prospect of standing by the gig all
day and all night, in a muddy road was by
no means either pleasant or compatible with
the dignity of his office.
Mr. Otis again repeated, "I still wish you
to consider, sir, that I am your prisoner—for
so reads the law—nothing more. You can
go back if you please but I intend to stop
where I am"—and accordingly he drew his
robe around him, and made preparations for
a quiet snooze till Monday morning.
The officer looked as blank as a piece of
marble, and felt as uncomfortable as a young
gosling in a shower. He gazed a moment or
two 'upon the , composed - expression of the
learned advocate, and—sure enough he did
go back. Mr. Otis stopped—just long enough
to permit his legal friend to get comfortably
out of sight—and then he quietly proceeded
on his way, reaching the' line without further
molestation.
The fame of this "legal quirk" soon spread,
and in a few weeks nothing was heard or
seen of tiding men stopping travelers under
the Statute.
" Don't Speak so Cross."
"Don't speak so cross," said one little boy
yoesterday in the street to another. "Don't
speak so cross, there's no use in it." We
happened to be passing at the time, and
hearing the injunction, or rather exhortation,
for it was made in an exhortatory manner,
we set the juvenile speaker down as an em
bryo philosopher. In sooth, the point invol
ved in the boyish difficulty which occasion
for the remark, he might probably be consid
ered at maturity. What more could Solomon
have said or the occasion ? True, he has
put it on record that "a soft answer turneth
away wrath,"—and this being taken as true,
and everybody knows it to be so—.it is evi
dence in favor of the superiority of the law
of kindness over that of wrath. But our
young street philosopher said pretty much
the same thing substantially when he said,
"Don't speak so cross—there's no use in it."
On the contrary it invariably does much
harm. Is a man angry? it inflames his ire
still more, and confirms in his enmity him
who by a kind word and a gentle and pleas
ing demeanor might be converted into a friend.
It is in fact an addition of fuel to the flame
already kindled. And what do you gain by
it? Nothing desirable, certainly, unless dis
cord, strife, contention, hatred, malice, and
all uncharitableness, be desirable. The boy
spake the "words of truth and soberness,"
when he said, "Don't speak so cross—there's
no use in it."
fi(iy' Through life live for a reputation.
L
A Patent Sermon---Dow Jr., on Negroes.
" I have a fancy that the CREATOR has pro
duced the different families of the human
race as they are ; breeds and mixtures over
the world, being as easily distinguished from
pure native stock as are mules from horses
and jack-bottoms. Certain portions are made
for certain zones, climates, and localities.—
Transplant them in foreign, uncongenial soil,
and they dwindle, deteriorate, and eventual
ly run out. Who supposes that a flourishing
crop of polar bears or Greenlanders could be
grown at the equator, and perpetuated suffi
ciently Imo- for them to turn into a "horse of
another color ?"---or that an Ethiopian would
ever have his wool straightened and skin
bleached amid Arctic frosts and snows ? I
don't.
" My friends : climate never made the nig
ger ; on the contrary, the nigger was made
for the climate. No climate in this known
world possesses such a remarkable peculiari
ty as to cause a downy fleece to cover caputs
well enough adapted, my friends, to the pro
pagation of hair ; to flatten a nose and pro
duce an upper-lip capable of seating outside
a tobacco quid too bulky and ponderous for
inside duty. Nor is there a soil upon the
earth sufficiently productive to bring out a
heel from the foot that presses it, of such
perplexing length as to place its proprietor
in the darkness of doubt as to whether Na
ture intended him to go ahead or proceed
backward—whether he should draw a shoe
on or over the heel or over the toe. No, my
, brethren, the nigger was made for the cli
mate and its attributes, even as the Arab and
the ostrich are adapted to the dreary unwa
tered sands of the desert.
The brush of nature has painted him black
—the prevailing color of all animals that in
habit the torrid zone—in order that he may
withstand the powerful influence of caloric.
Because why ? Black, being a conductor of
heat, the latter readily escapes through it, to
the relief and safety of the body, just about
as fast as the sun with his fiery arrows can
shoot it in. And then how a nigger will
sweat, and grinningly weather the crisis of a
"heated term," when nine out of a dozen of
the flimsy "white trash," would lop and keel
over from cerebral congestion ! Yes ; and
don't the nigger, thus tested, exhale a most
powerful perfume? Assafcetida, burnt-shoes,
and onions I—the otto of roses, musk and es
sence of polecat are but the weakest of odors
in comparison. His instinct is as nothing
compared with his outstinct. Who ever
heard of a nigger being knocked out of life
light by a sunstroke ? Nobody. As for SoL
planting his biggest knocks upon a nigger's
wool-patch with the expectation of doing
damage i ,he might as well experiment upon a
cast iron dinner-pot, or try his best licks at
the big bell of the Vigilance Committee. Of
a truth, a nigger can stand hot equal to SA.-
TAN, or a salamander ; and it's this that ren
ders him so useful a biped in. the burning
fields of the South, where a white skin, if
put to hard labor, would find little or nothing
left of himself to take home to supper, at the
close of the first day.
" My brethren ; there are some who assert
that the nigger is, by nature, equal in intel
lect with the Anglo-Saxon ; and that, had he
the same advantage, he would raise himself
to as high a notch in the scale of humanity.
I shouldn't wonder if they couldprove it ;
just as easy as I can prove that my little ter
rier-dog knows more than Ido; he can "smell
a rat" and tell where it is, at any time o'night
—and that passeth my comprehension."—
Golden Age.
Man's Duty to Woman.
Let him learn to be grateful to woman for
this undoubted achievement of her sex, that
it is she who has kept Christendom from laps
ing back into barbarism—kept mercy and
truth from being utterly overborne by those
two greedy monsters—money and war. Let
him be grateful for this, that almost every
great soul that has led forward or lifted up
the race has been furnished for each nobler
deed, and inspired with each patriotic and
holy aspiration, by the retiring fortitude of
some Spartan—some Christian mother. Mo
ses, the deliverer of his people, drawn out of
the Nile by the king's daughter, some one
has hinted, is a symbol of the 'way that wo
man's better instincts always outwit the ty
rannical diplomacy of man.. Let him cheer
fully remember, that although he achieves
enterprises in public, it is the nerve and sen
sibility of woman that arm the mind and in
flame the soul in private life. Everywhere a
man executes the performance, but woman
trains the man.
Titles of Firms.
One of the best titles of a mercantile firm
we have ever seen, is " Call and Settle,"
which is painted in golden letters on a sign
in one of our eastern cities. Customers are
reminded, every time they pass, of their
outstanding accounts. " Neal & Pray" is
the title of another firm. But the following
" beats " Two attorneys," says an old.
newspaper, " in partnership in a town of the
U. S. had the name of the firm, -which was
" Catchum & Clzetum," inscribed in the usual
manner upon their office door ; but as the
singularity and ominous juxtaposition of the
words led to many a coarse joke from pass
ers-by, the men of law attempted to destroy
in part the effect of the old association, by
the insertion of the initials of their Christian
names, which happened to be Isaiah and
Urialt ; but this made the affair ten times
worse, for the inscription ran "I. Catch=
& U. Chetum."
garA. "tough" subscriber to a country
paper was struck from its mail list, because
he wouldn't pay up. The delinquent's wife
insisted wrathfully that "she knew what
was newspaper law—that she did—the pro
prietor was bound to send the paper until all
arrearages were paid.
'CLEAR AS MUD."—An exchange paper
says that "transcendentalism is the spiritual
cognoscente of psychological irrefragibility,
connected with concuitant ademption of on
oolumnient spirituality and etherealized con
tention of subsultery concretion."
Editor and Proprietor.
NO. 23.
.An Amuling Prophecy.
LORENZO DOW AND FRANICLIN przßdil.
During a recent h trip to Now Hampshire
a grave citizen of that Virritory relieved the
tedium of some twenty Miles over the East ,
ern Railroad by the recital of a prophecy
made twenty years ago by Lorenzo Dow, re-;
garbing Franklin Pierce, then Representative
in Congress. We cannel look to the chrd ,
nology, but hope for the credit of our friend
that Lorenzo Dow didn't die some dozen
years before the time on which his story Was
based. Our friend's twenty-mile story we
condense as follows:
When Mr. Pierce was Representative in
Congress from New Hampshire he was call
ed upon in Washington by the celebrated
long-bearded preacher ; Lorenzo Dose; who
claimed to powers to prophecy and went
about the country, with staff in hand, and
girdled like John the Baptist. He was a re
markable man anyhow, and won many prose
lytes by his wonderful and mysterious power.
He swayed men, as trees are swayed by the
wind, and his out-door sermons brought
many a hardened sinner to repentance. Mr.
Pierce was in his room at his inn engaged
in writing, when the waiter rapped upon the
door and informed him that a rough-and
tumble old fellow down stairs wanted to seo
him.
"Tell him I am engaged," said Mr. Pierce,
"I've done so, already, sir," said the man,
"but he won't budge. Indeed, he's the
queerest old chap I've ever seen, yer honor."
"Go down and find out his name, Jim,"
said Mr. Pierce, " and if the old fellow wants
to see me very much, tell him to come again.
—l'm very busy now."
The man went down, and Mr. Pierce re
sumed his - writing.
"Devil a bit he'll go, your honor," said
the waiter, again looking in, grinning pro
digiously ; "he says his name is Dow, and
must see you, because he's got a message for
you."
"Well, Jim," said Mr. Pierce, with the
good humor that always _characterized him,
" show him up."
In a few moments the gaunt and sunburnt
" Wandering Jew," as be was called, stood
in the chamber, where he was cordially re
ceived by its occupant, who invited him to
be seated until he should finish his writing,
The strange man complied, and when the
writing was completed, Mr. Pierce informed
him that official duties called him to the
Capitol, and invited him to walk thither
with him. They left the room together, and
when about leaving the house, Mr. Dow re
membered that he had left his staff behind,
and cooly ordered. Mr. Pierce to go back and.
bring it, which he good-humoredly did, and
the two proceeded down Pennsylvania Avenue
together,- attracting much attention by the
contrast—the one dressed in the elegance of
fashion, the other in a garb not like anything
in this world, nor, it is hoped, in that which
is to come. Mr. Pierce, with the politeness
of the true gentleman, made no sign by
which it could be inferred that he felt ashamed
of his companion, and walked on with him
to the steps of the capitol.
Here the prophet stopped. He had, up to
this moment, said nothing of the mission of
which he had informed the servant, but now
he said: .
"Friend Franklin, I have something to
tell you that affects your coming life. You
are now a Representative in Congress. You
will be sent back to Congress, but not to this
house. After this you will be sent back here
amain, but not as Congressman, and then
you will be sent here no more. But a higher
mission awaits you—you will become a min
ister of the Gospel of Christ !" Saying this,
he turned away suddenly, without further
word of explanation, and the President-to-be,
walked up the steps and entered ui on his
duties, laughing at the prophecy so strangely
made, which he regarded as the mere fig
ment of a diseased brain. The sequel proved
two-thirds of the prophecy true, and whether
the balance will be verified remains to be
seen.
The story was told by one who firmly be
lieved it was true, and we listened with the
attention which it deserved, with the reflec
tion that more unlikely things have come to
pass.—Boston Gazette.
POWER, or INSTINCT.—The sluggish sea
turtle loves her home. A huge creature of
this kind was caught by English sailors near
the Island of Ascension, who burnt a name
and date into its upper shell. On the way
to England it fell sick, and from sheer pity
it was thrown overboard in the English Chan
nel. Two years later the same turtle was
captured once more, now quite well, near its
old home, Ascension. What strange and
explicable home-sickness carried the slow . ,
heartless creature 4,000 miles back, through
" the ocean, where there is no track and no
high-road ?"
THE EVIL WEED.—He grows like an evil
weed. Well, what of that? Weeds have
their place and their use. They grow where
flowers won't, and make sundry nooks of a
refreshing emerald, that without this addition
would be blank and desolates ~ A nd so Dick
Wildfire, although he may have a good many
annoying traits, may yet possess some gold
en spots in his nature to render hint of use to
his friends and society. Therefore don't
trample the lad if he is an "evil weed." But
too many of these youthful scapegraces have
proved in the end the niost useful citizens, to
permit this crushing out process to be car
ried
on without rebuke. Out of the weed we
have seen some pretty flowers cultivated. So
it may be with Dick, if you show him a chance,
and encourage what you find of the good and
true in his nature. Society is responsible if
many of these weedy,„characters continue of
evil growth, and don't put forth some claims
to our respect and esteem;
TEE VOICE OF SPLEEN.-A. funny corros=
pondent of the Portland Transcript says:
have recently gin up all idea of women folks,
and come back to perlitikel life. lam more
at hum in this line than in huntin' the fair
seats. Aingills in peticuts and "kiss-me
quicks" is pretty enough to look at, I gin in,
but darn 'cm, they are slippery as eels i and
when you fish for 'em, an' get a bite, you,
somehow or other, find yourself at the wrong
end of the line—they've cotched you! An.'
when you've stuffed 'em with peanuts, can- ,
dy, and doggerytipes, they'll throw you away
as they would a tole tatur. Leastwise, that's
bin my experience. But _l've done with 'era
now. The Queen of Sheber i the sleepin'
beauty, Kleopatry's needle, Pompey's pillow,
an' Lot's wife, with a steam engine to help
'em, couldn't tempt me._ The very sight of
a bonnet riles me all over,"
don't care much about the bugs,"
said Mr. Oakes to the head of the genteel
family with which he lodges, "but the fact
is, marm, I hain't got the blood to spare ;
you see that yourself."