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SONG OF THE AMERICAN GIRL.
Our hearts are with our native land,
Our song is for her glory ;
Her warrior's wreath is in our hand,
Our lips breathe out her story.
Her lofty hills and valleys green
Are smiling bright before us;
And like a rainbow sign is seen,
Her proud flag waving o'er us.
And there are smiles upon our lips,
For those who meet her foemen ;
For glory's star knows no eclipse,
When smiled upon by women.
For those who brave the mighty deep,
And scorn the threat of danger,
We've smiles to cheer—and tears to weep
For every ocean ranger.
Our hearts are with our native land,
Our song is for her freedom,
Our prayers are for our gallant band
Who strike where honor'll lead them
We love the taintless air we breathe,
'Tis Freedom's endless dower;
We'll twine for him a fadeless wreath,
Who scorns a tyrant's power.
They tell of France's beauties rare,
Of Italy's proud daughters,
Of Scotland's lasses—England's fair,
And nymphs of Shannon's waters:
We need not all their boasted charms,
Though lords around them hover,
Our glory lies in Freedom's arms,
A freeman for a lover.
jutreztnT ticelhin.
Getting "Fits" in a Clothing Store.
BY CROSBY C. NOYES
Lewistown Falls, Maine, is a place, it is!
You can't exactly find it on the map, for
it has been located and incorporated since
Mitchell's latest, but it's there—a manu
facturing city, as large as life, with banks,
barber shops, newspapers, and all the
usual fixtures and appurtenances of a lo
comotive go-ahead Yankee settlement.
Just about the newest thing in the new
city, is a new, cheap clothing store that
"rig up," or "rained down," lately, on
the Jonah's gourd or Alladdin's palace
principle, and which by the same mysteri
ous dispensation became endowed with a
couple of the cutest Yankee salesmen that
the Diego State ever turned out. T'other
day an up river young 'un who is about to
forsake father and mother, and cleave un
to his Nancy Ann, came down to get his
wedding suit, and was of course "jest nat
erally bound" to find his way into the
new clothing store. Not that he saunter
ed in with the easy swagger of the town
bred searcher after cheap clothing, for the
vernal tint was tolerable fresh on him yet,
and he stopped to give a modest rap at
the door. He had effected an entrance at
the grist mill and at the Journal office,
where he had been doing business, in the
same unobtrusive manner, and the boys
all agreed that Mr. Nehemiah Newbegin
was from "the Gulley," and was paying
his virgin visit to "Pekin."
Nehemiah was let in "imeejitly," and
he was delighted by the cordial reception
he met with.
The proprietors were ready to "forward
his suit" at once, if he "saw fit" or they
would "take measures" and "furnish him
to order." Nehemiah drew a handbill
from the top of his hat, and spread it up
on his knee for easy reference. It was
headed in fat gothic letters :
"Winter Clothing at Cost !"
And set forth that in consequence of the
mildness of the season, over five hundred
thousand dollars worth of ready made clo
thing was to be closed up and sold out at
an
"Enormous Sacrifice ! I !"
A list of prices followed, and Nehemiah
running his stumpy fingers down the col
umn, lit with emphasis on a particular
item.
"Say !—v'ye got enny of these blew
cotes left at five dollars 'nd five a'af an'
six dollars—got enny on 'em left ?"
"Smith, are there any of those cheap
coats left?" enquired the "perlite" Mark
of his partner, "we sold the last this mor
ning, did we not?"
Smith understands the cheap clothing
business, and answered promptly. "All
gone sir!"
"Jest s'l expected," murmured the
disappointed candidate, "darnation seize
't all, I told dad they'd be all gone !"
"We have a very superior article at ten
dollars—"
"Scarcely, Squire, scarcely ?—ten dol
lars is an all fired price for a cote 1"
"We can make you one to order."
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WILLIAM LEWIS,
VOL. XIII.
"Yes ! but I want it noow—want it rite
strut off—fact is, Squire, I must hey 'un."
"You'd find these cheap at ten dollars."
"Dun know baout it ! Say, v'ye got
envy of these dewrable doeskin trowsers
left, at tew dollars ; sold them all, tew,
'spect, haint ye ? haint none of them left
nuther, hey' ye ?"
Luckily there were a few left, and Ne
hemiah was advised to secure a pair at
once. Nehemiah was open for a trade,
but acting.up to the instincts of the New
begins, it must be a dicker.
"Dew yeou ever tek projeuce for your
clothing ?"
"Take what ?"
"Proj euce—garden sass and sich—don't
dew it, dew yeou ?"
"Well, occasionally we do, what have
you to sell ?"
"Oh, most anything; a leetle of every
thing, from marrowfat peas down to rye
straw; got some new cider, some high-top
sweetings ; got some of the all-killin'est
dried punkin yeou ever sot eyes on ; spect,
neow, yeou'd like some of that dried pun
kin."
Mark declined negotiating for the "dri
ed punkin," but inquired if he had any
good butter.
"G-o-o-d butter ! neow, Squire, I spect
I've got some of the nicest and yallerest
yeou e:•er sot eyes on; got some out here
now , got some in a shooger box, eout in
dad's waggin ; bro't it daown fer Kurnel
- Waldron, but yeou can hey - it; I'll bring
strut in here, darn'd of I daon't !" and
with all the impetuosity of youth, Nehe
miah shot forth to 'dad's waggin,' and
brought in the butter. On the strength
of the butter a dicker was speedily con
tracted, by which Nehemiah was to be put
in immediate and absolute possession of a
coat, vest, and pantaloons, all of good
material and fit.
"Now then," said Mark, "what kind of
a coat will you have ?"
"I reckon I'll hey a blew 'un, Squire."
"Yes, but what kind, a dress coat?"
"Certaingly, Squire, certaingly; jest
what I want a cote fer, tew dress in."
"Ah, exactly; well just look at those
plates," pointing to the fashion plates in
the window, "and see what style you
fancy."
"Oh, darn yeour plates, daon't want no
crockery; spect Nance has got the all
killenist lot of arthen ware yaou ever sot
eyes on !"
"Yes, I see ; well, step this way then,
and I think I can accommodate you."
Nehemiah speedily selected a nice blue
coat, and a vest of green, but he was more
fastidious in his choice of pants, those
crowning glories of his new suit. He
seemed to indulge in a weakness for
long pantaloons, and complained tnat his
last pair had troubled him - exceedingly, or
as he expressed it "blamedly," by hitch
ing up over his boots, and wrinkling about
the knees. Nehemiah delved away impet
uously amidst a stack of two or three hun
dred pairs, and finally his eyes rested up
on a pair of lengthy ones, real blazers,
with wide yellow stripes running each"
way. Nehemiah snaked them out in a
twinkling. He liked them—they were
long and yellow—they were just the thing,
and he proceeded to try them at once.—
The new clothing store .has a nook cur
tained off for this purpose, and Nehemiah
was speedily closeted therein.
The pants had straps on, and the straps
were buttoned; now Nehemiah had seen
straps before, but the art of managing
them was a mystery, and like Sir Patrick's
dilemma, "required a mighty dale of nice
conception." On deliberation he decided
that his boots must go on first; he accord
ingly drew on his Bulchers, mounted a
chair, elevated the pants to a proper angle,
and endeavored to coax his legs into them.
He had a time of it. His boots were none
of the smallest, and his pants though long,
were none of the widest; the chair, too,
was rickety, and bothered him; but bend
ing his energies to the task, he succeeded
in inducting one leg into the "pesked
things." He was straddled like the Col
lossus of Rhodes, and was just in the act
of raising the other foot, when a whisper
ing and giggling, in his immediate vicini
ty, made him alive to the appalling fact
that nothing but a thin curtain of chintz
separated him from twenty or thirty of
the prettiest and wickedest girls that were
ever caged in one shop! Nehemiah was
a bashful youth, and would have made a
circumbendibus of a mile, any day, rather
than meat those girls, even had he been
in full dress; as it was, his mouth was
ajar at the bare possibility of making his
appearance amongst them in his present
dishabille. What if there was a hole in
the curtain! What if it should fall ! It
wouldn't bear thinking of, and plunging
his foot into the vacant leg, with a sort of
frantic looseness, he brought on the - very
catastrophe he was so anxious to avoid.—
The chair collapsed with a sudden
"scrunch," pitching Nehemiah head over
heels through the curtain, and he made
his grand entrance among the stiching
divinities, on all fours, like a fettered
rhinoceros.
Perhaps Collier himself never exhibited
a more striking group of tableaux vivante,s
than was now displayed. Nehemiah was
a "model," every inch of him, and though
not exactly revolving on a pedestal, he
was going through that movement as ef
fectually on his back, kicking, plunging,
in short, personifying in thirty seconds
all the attitudes ever "chiselled !" As
for the girls they screamed of course,
jumped upon chairs and the cutting board,
threw their hands over their faces, peeped
through their fingers, screamed again, and
declared they "should die, they knew they
should !"
"Oh, Lordy!" blubbered the distressed
young 'un, "don't holler so, gals, don't !
I didn't go tew, I swan to man I didn't ;
it's all owin' to them cussed trowsers, ev-
ery mite on't. Ask yer boss, he can tell
you how it 'twas. Oh, Lordy, won't no
body kiver me over with old
clOthes or turn the wood box over me ?
Oh, Moses in the bulrushes ! What'll
Nancy say?"
He managed to raise himself on his feet
and made a bole splurge towards the door,
but his "entangling alliances" tripped him
up again, and he fell "kerslap" upon the
hot goose of the pressman ! This was the
unkindest cut of all. The goose had been
heated expressly for thick cloth seams,
and the way it sizzled in the seat of the
new pants was afflicting to the wearer.—
Nehemiah riz up in an instant, and seiz
ing the source of all his troubles by the
slack, he tore himself free from all save
the straps and some pantalet-like frag
ments that hung about his ankles, he
dashed through the door of the emporium,
at a 2.50 pace. Nehemiah seemed to
yearn, with the poet, "for a lodge in some
vast wilderness," and betrayed a settled
purpose to "flee from the busy haunts of
men," for the last seen of him he was ca
pering up the railroad, cutting like a scar
ed rabbit, the rays of the declining sun
flickering and dancing upon a broad ex
panse of shirt-tail that fluttered gaily in
the breeze, as he headed for the • nearest
woods.
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of my piece ?" for it may be that the truth
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ing-office have a care unto thyself that
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the hands of the compositors, for that is
not meet in the sight of the printer, and
he might knock thee down.
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it is not ready to meet thine eye, that thou
mayest understand it.
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ger When our desires are fulfilled to
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Printer's Proverbs.
-PERSEVERE.-
Sweet words ! We are taught in our
infancy to call them, when we scarcely
know their meaning, and as we grow old
er we love them more and more. 'Tis
our mother, who when we are not able to
think and do for ourselves, provides for
us, and when we know not what we want,
'tis she who attends to our wants and gives
us nourishment.
Who does not love that name? No one
unless he be devoid of soul. How beau
tiful the words sound when they come
from the lips of the little rosy-checked
child! Nothingis more beautiful. At
nightfall, see with what fondness he pro
ceeds to his little chamber, and kneels
down by his mother's knee; and with his
little hands raised towards heaven, repeats
after her his evening prayer; and when he
has done; hew pleased he seems when
she raises him and impresses upon his lips
the sweet token of her affection.
It is our mother who first teaches us
right from wrong, and by good counsel,
endeavors to guide us in the path of hap
piness. "Mr MOTHER!" There is mu
sic in the words, far more sweet and pleas
ant to the ear than any other in the vo
cabulary of our language. When dangers
surround us, and troubles perplex, none
is more ready to aid us in our trouble than
our mother.
The poor sea-tossed mariner as he glides
o'er the briny deep, calls to mind the plea
sing recollections of his boyhood days,
when all around is still and quiet save
the shrill 'whistle of the wild wind as it
hurries through the rigging of his gallant
bark. He remembers then the happy,
happy time, when he sat around the be
loved fireside - and listened to the kind ad
vice proffered by her—his truest and best
friend—and sighs to think the time has
passed never to return.
There is none in all the world more
ready and willing to sacrifice their happi
ness for us, that we may prosper than our
mother. None more fervently prays to
Heaven to bless us and guide us in the
path of virtue, truth and love. The Sa
cred volume tells us that we shall "Honor
our father and our mother," and whose
soul is so void of love as to do otherwise ?
It is a command from high Heaven, and
we should beware how we break the holy
injunction.
We should love our mother, . above all
others, save our Father in Heaven; for it
is to her we owe our being; and. for all
our good teachings we are indebted to her.
When time shall have cast his frosty hand
o'er her brow, and old age creeps slowly
on—when her hoary head shall be laid on
the pillow of sickness, and she is worn
down by the troubles of th is life—it is
our imperative duty to take care and pro
vide for her; for when we were unable to
provide for ourselves she watched o'er us
ministering to our wants. She was never
weary in doing for us; for when we lay on
the couch of sickness none watched more
diligently, and with her soft hand would
brush from our forehead the stray hairs,
and impreSs upon yur lips the sweet token
of her dear love.
"There is none
In all the cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart."
Our friends may desert us—sisters and
brothers may scorn at us, and our father
may turn us out in the world to be depen
dent upon the cold heart of charity for our
bread—but our mother never will forsake
us. No; e'en though crime may betray
us, and we may be doomed to . linger out
our days in a dungeon, a mother's love is
ever true. Her constant thoughts are of
us; and though she may have but one
loaf to her share, her child is welcome to
the most. GOD BLESS OUR MOTHER !
for when we could not pray for ourselves
she prayed for us.
A mother's love is the symbol of the
love of God; for we may at times treat
with contempt her good counsel, but she
is ever ready to forgive and with extended
arms welcome us back to our home to share
her humble meal. What then should be
the love of a child Should we not love
her next to our God ? We know you. will
say yes, gentle reader ; for if there be one
spark of love in your soul, the thought of
your mother will fan it to a flame, and it
will burn With more brilliancy every day
you live.
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My Mother.
Editor and Proprietor:
How beautiful the poet speaks of a mo
ther's love, in the following lines . :
"Sweet is the image of the brooding dove'
Holy as Heaven a mother's tender love !
The love of many prayers, and many tears,
Which changes not with dim, declining years—
The only love which on this teeming earth,
Asks no return for passions wayward birth,"
Mits. PARTINGTON AGAIN.-" Dear
me," exclaimed Mrs. Partington as she
leaned back in her old arm-chair, and look
ed abstractedly into the fire, "I've just
been reading in the Bugle of Freedom,
about Mr. Wagglesmeller absponcliu with
with the Catstail Bank." Here Isaac in
terrupted her train of thought by enqui
ring whether "it was anything like the
Canal Bank?" "No;no, Isaac, it's worse
than thati' it's one that has a Presentment,
and a Board of Distracters, and a Sally
Amanda safe, and every one carries the
key 1" "Well mother, who was Mr. Wag
glesmeller," said Isaac looking up; his
countenance covered with scars, which he
had received from the toe nails of the old
cat, while attempting to wash her teeth
with the old lady's tooth brush. "Why,
my son," said the good old soul, shaking
her left foot, - which had fallen asleep, "he
was the man they c4lled. the Crasher ; I
expose it's because he crashed the Bank;
you see, Isaac, sometimes he would get
mortally insane and borrow money with
out letting anybody know he was going to
do it, not even the one who lent it. Now
you see he got so far out of his head,
that he left all the common cents ; he had
also his 'promonitary note in the bank,
and he took all the good notes and gold
and silver and credit, and then he abspou
ded." "Well, mother, I know how they
could catch him," said Isaac. "How,"
exclaimed the old lady, her eyes wide open
in astonishment. "Why, mother, they
might just throw a little salt on his tail;
I've seen Bobby Break-window catch pi
geons that way," and Isaac departed
whistling that plaintive melody called
"Tether side of Jordan."
"Act—act in the living present,
Heart within and God o'er head."
Inaction is the bane of existence. Ver
ily, that soul is cursed, yea, dead, that
slumber and sloth have made captive. It
seems as if a resistless spell had bound the
vacc—as if the soul-springs of action were
motionless. We refer not to effort put
forth to amass wealth and gratify self, but
to heart labor—labor for humanity—to
make a destiny. Mighty is the work of
life—thrillingly earnest the demand for
fullest energy.
Let seraph take this work of ours,
'Mould task e'en all his noble powers
Act! not to-morrow, but to-day, "in the
living present." Act ! not by a fitful im
pulse, but with unyielding steadiness, and
all the moral energy of the "heart within."
Act, Christian ! Perdition threatens.—
Immanuel's battles are to be fought—his
banners to wave on every plain. Act,
philanthropist ! Great moral evils are
fearfully predominant. A tide of burning
woes is rushing upon thy fellows. Tears
are falling, hearts are breaking, sighs and
groans arc vibrating through the very
heart. Act for innocence—act for the
right, till the death-pang takes thy power
away; call.every nerve to effort against the
hosts infernal on earth; "God o'erhead,"
thou canst not fail.
“Act, ye millions' Wrong is reigning ;
Earth is groaning 'neath his sway ;
Fearless meet the hell-born tyrant;
Haaven shall hind thy 'deed for aye."
THE PISTOL.---AU Irishman driven to
desperation, by the stringency of the mon
ey market, and the high price of provis
ions, procured a pistol and took to the
road.
Meeting a traveller he stopped him,
With your money or your life 1"
Seeing that Pat was green, he said :
"I tell you what I'll do. I'll giro you
all my money for that pistol."
"Agreed."
Pat received the money and -handed
over the pistol.
"Now," said the traveller, hand back
that money, or I'll blow your brains out."
"Blizzard away me hearty," said Pat,
"divil the dhrop of powther there's in it
sure."
Heaven--a land of joy, of light., - and
love supreme
NO. 18 .
Act
The Homestead.
How dear to my heart are the scene of my child
hood.
How sacred the recollections that clus
ter around the spot where We were born—
the spot Where first we learned to look
upon the beauties of nature—the ,green
sward—the waving cern—the stately tree
—and the little, clear, bubbling spring at
its root, from which, during the long, long
days of summer school, we slaked our
thirst, or sought a short relief from the
tiresome, straight-backed school house
bench; the rippling brook, with its grassy
bank, and speckled trout, and little falls
that turned the tiny wheel.
The place where we first chased,the gay
butterfly and timid "chipmunc" ; where
first we tangled the grass of the mower by
searching for the delicious strawberry, and
where first we plucked the bright tempting
cherry, the lucious peach, the dainty pear,
and the always enduring and ever grateful
apple.
Where, with brothers and sisters and
little visiting friends, we had our play
house S—our ovens of sand—our acorn cups
and saucers, and plates of broken ,china,
and made the miniature stately calls and
formal tea-parties; and with what stately
stride we imitated the walk of our elders
in doing it; where we played 'keep school'
and ''preach,' and anon with hard-back
blossoms or cockerel's feathers in our caps,
we strutted forth; the embryo defenders of
our country's rights, the gallant volunteers.
The place where first we learned to lis
ten to the rapturous notes of the free hap
py, orchard melodists—the robin and•ber
associates to the chattering swallow, and
the plaintive whippoor-will.
The place where first we learned to lisp
the names of father and mother; and to
utter the first, pure sentiments of fraternal
love fOr brother, and for "sister dear."
But above all, and more than all, the
spot where first the holy love of mother
taught our infant thoughts to revere, and
our infant lips to pray, "Our Father, who
art in Heaven."
How intimately and indissoluhly con
nected with, how wholly enshrined upon,
the spot where we were bcirn—the old
homestead—are all the recollections of the
pure gushing joys of early years! And
who, in after life, can see a stranger lord
of that manor, without a pang of sorrow?
Who would not then feel that such poss
ession is sacriligions?
"Give, Oh, give me back my home,
My own dear NATIVE home."
As this is the age of conventions
and fast youths, it is understood that the
boys intend to hold a convention to revise
the ten commandments, particularly the
fifth, which is to be amended thus: "Pa.
rents obey your children."
Xte - Solid sense is ever preferable to wit.
To produce the "locked jaw" in a lady
ask her age.
gem Should trowsers procured on credit be
considered breeches of trust?
The National Libras;•, in Paris; is - the
largest in the world, and contains 824,000
volumes.
kec....imon,g the Mormons, boys of ten and
twelve years of age are enrolled in military
bands, called the " Hope of Israel."
A wealthy printer has been discovered
in India. The British Zoological Society aro
making preparations to catch him.
Xt&-The first bonnet -worn in England was
brought from Italy during the reign of Queen
Elizabeth.
kte—lrow. is it that the trees eau put on a
new dress without opening their trunks? It
is because they leave out their summer cloth
ing.
gErA school in Cattaraugus county, New
York, is composed of twenty-six scholars, all
cousins, taught by an aunt to all the chil-
droll
The Masonic Order of the United
States numbers three hundred thousand per
sons, and includes a large portion of all the
distinguished civil, military and professional
men.
fter'..A. young lady; fond of dancing, tra
verses in the course of a single season about
400 miles. Yet no lady would think of walk
ing that distance in six months.
AeirDiekens, in his last novel, takes the
following beautifully poetic way of telling
how his hero was mowed to tears :—"Little
Dorrit's story fell like a stone in the well of
his heart, and splashed the water into his
eyes."
UP TO SNUFF.-lt is estimated that there
are 4,000,000 of female snuff-takers in the
United States, using on an average 2 pounds
each per annum, or 8,000,000 of pounds, at
an expense of 2,000,000 of dollars!
Xtef'.A Yankee has invented a suspender
that contracts on your approach to water, so
that the moment you come to a puddle it lifts
you, over and drops you on the other side.
Bgt.." My tenants are a world of bother to
me," said a testy landlady to her nephew.—
"(uite - likely; TiN ..I.ITNTS might be consider
ed enough to bother any one;" was the re
ply.
Ida-Judge Russell, of New York, iatelp
sentenced a man who had been convicted in
his Court of knocking down a man and rob
bing him of five dollars, to the State prison
for Jbrty years. This is au example of Severi
ty, if not of justice.
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