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Songs.
Alone on Earth I Wander, as sung by Mlle. Parodi, 25
Annie the Pride of my Heart, by Winner, 25
Aunt Harriet Beecher Stowe, by Stephan!, 25
Annie Laurie, as sung by Miss A. Mandervill, 25
Ave Maria, by Kucken, 25
Adieu to the Village, by Mrs. Elmes, 25
Auld Lang Syne, by Burns, 6
Bruise not my Heart, by Hargrave, 25
By the Sad Sea Waves, as sung by Pared!, 25
The Baby Show, by Colman, 25
Buttonwood Tree, by Winner, - 25
Brides Farewell, by Williams, 1234
Bonnie Bessie Gray, by Glover, 25
Bay of Biscay'o, as sung by Mrs. Parodi, 25
Come out sweet maiden, by Stewart, 25
Child of the Regiment, arranged by Glover, 25
Cot in the Valley, by Hewitt, 25
Carry Ray or Down the Willow Hollow, by Colman, 25
Death of Lady Wallace, by T. P. Campbell, 25
Darling Nelly Gray, by Handy, 25
Down the Burn Davy love, by Burns, 25
Death of Ringgold, by Cooledge, 25
Dream is Past, by Glover, 25
Dermot Astore, by Crouch, 25
Dearest ! I think of Thee ! by Crouch, 25
Ever of Thee, by Hall, 25
Far, Far away from Thee, by Hewitt, 12/A
Farewell if ever Fondest Prayer, by Berriot, 25
Gaily through life wonder, by Verdi, 25
Gentle Annie, by Foster, 25
Gentle Annie will you ever, by Forister, 25
Genius of the Spring, by Maria B. Hawes, 25
Gleam of Autumn's Golden Days, by Colman, 25
Grave of Uncle True, by Colman, 25
Gra Gial Dlachree, - an Irish Ballad, by Crouch, : • i. 25
"He sleeps but not 'mid the Arctic snows,l!.bascribedlo
the memory of Dr. E. L. Kane, by Beckel;' • 25
Hard times come again no more, by Foster, 25
Hear me, Norma, 37 1 /4
--‘'s a health to thee Mar • Rodwell, 12j?
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here's a health to thee .....,ry, by A,
Home Sweet Home, by Bishop,2s
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Happy Moments now Returning, by Wieland, (Guitar,) 25
I'm dreaming of thee, by Lee, 25
I would not die in Spring time, by Moore, 35
I'll hang my harp on a willow tree, by Guernsey, 1234
I've Bowers to sell, by Golding, 25
I have no Mother now, by Mortimer,
25
In. my Heart an Image Dwelleth, by Magruder. 25
I have no Joy but in thy Smile, by Gosdeu, 25
I'll pray for thee, from Donizetti,2s
In a Lone Quiet Spot, by Hewitt 25
In Vain I Seek for Joys Abroad, by Ulmo, 25
I'm Leaving thee in sorrow, Annie, by Baker, 25
It is better to Laugh than be Sighing, by Donizetti, 25
I have no Mother now, by Magruder, 25
John Anderson my Jo, by Kuzeluch, 1234
Juanita, Spanish Ballad, by Norton, 25
Hato Kearney, by Bradley, 1.2%
Hattie Avourneen, by Crouch, - . 25
Kathleen Mavourneen, by Crouch, 25
Hind Words will never Die, by Horace Waters, 25
Hiss me Quick and Ocrrtry Btrekley, (Guitar,) 25
Life is but an empty dream, by Westrop, 25
Lillee Lee, by Glover, 25
Long and Weary Day, 25
Little Nell, by Boswell,
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List to the Convent Bells, by Blockley, 12,4
Lays of the Night, by Glover, 33
Lola, by Hargrave, 25
_Lilly Clyde, by Hargrave, 25
Let us Meet, by Colman, 25
My Mother Dear, by Lover, 25
My Native Island, by Langlotz, 123,4
My Native Home, by Deems, 12 , ;Y:
My Sister Dear, by Auber, 12 . 1 4,
My Mountain Kate, by Hewitt, 25
Moonlight on the Ocean, by Beckel, 25
May Breeze, by Kappes,
25
Memory, ballad, by .1-I.G. Thunder, 25
Music and her Sister Song, by Glover, 50
Maniac Mother, by Hargrave, 25
Marseilles Hymn, by Do Lisle, 25
Massa's Old Plantation, by Lake, 25
My Native Land Adieu, by Belisle, 25
Maiden of the Rhine, . 25
Nestle thou Little One, by Maison, 25
Natalie, the Miller's Daughter, by Bochsa, 30
Oh I No they shall not see me weep, 121/
Oh I Soon - Return, by Hewitt, 1234
Oh ! Cast that Shadow from thy Brow, 25
Oh! Let me Weep, by Colman, 25
Oh! No we never talk in French, 25
Oh I Whisper what thou Feelest, by Richards, 25
Old Jessie, by Converse, (Guitar,) 12?/,
Pop goes the Weasel, by Converse. (Guitar) 25
Strike the harp gently, by Woodbury, 25
Serenade, by Schubert, 25
Something You Cannot Help Liking, by Taylor, 25
Speak Gently, by Morse, 25
Sancta Mater, a Vesper Hymn, by Colman, 25
Star Spangled Banner, 25
Shells of the Ocean, by Cherry, 25
Ship Wrecked Sea Boy, by Forte, 38
Sunny Hours of Childhood, by Parodi, 25
Sleep Gentle Mother; by Lemon, 25
Standard Watch, by Lindpaintner, 25
The Longing, by Porter, 35
Teach Ohl Teach me to Forget, by Bishop, 1234
Tempest of the Heart, by Parodi, 35
The Heart That's Ever Thine, by Jullien, 25
The-Indian Captive or the Absenti Lover, Magruder, 25
The dearest spot on earth to me is home, by Wrighton, 25
Troubadour's Song, by 'Verdi, 25
Twenty Years Ago, by Langlotz, 25
Vilikins and his Dinah, 25
Valley of Chamouni, by Glover, 25
What's home without a mother, by Hawthorne, 25
What are the Wild Waves Saying, by Glover, 25
We Met by Chance,
by Kucken, 25
We Met, 'twas in aCrowd, by Bayly, 25
When Night comes over the Plain, by Jeffreys, 30
When Stars are in the Quiet Skies, by Ball, 25
When the Swallows Homeward Fly, by Abt, 25
When in Hours of Anxious Sadness, 25
Within a Mile of Edinburg, by Scotch, 25
Yankee Doodle, as sung by Mad. T. Parodi, 25
Schottisches, Polkas, Quick Steps,
Marches, Dances, 4ir•e.
Adrianna Polka, by Mack, . 25
Amelia Polka, 25
Affection Schottisch, by Southgate, 25
Amulet Schottisch, by Mrs. Saylor, 25
Amelia Schottisch, by Cooper, 25
Annie Laurie Schottisch, by Winner, 35
Amateur set of Polkas, by Bellak, each 15
Aeolian Polka, by Colman, 25
Agricultural Quick Step, by Beck, 12 3 /,
Brother Jonathan Polka, by Porter, 25
Bella Donna Schottisch, by Holden, 25
Bohemian Polka, by Houser, 6
Coral Schottisch, by Kleber, 25
Circassian Polka, by De Albert. 50
Cherry Valley Polka Brilliant, by Bubna, 50
College Hornpipe, Fisher's Hornpipe, 6
Come Soldiers Como Quick Step,l 2 %
Douglas grand march, by Walker, 35
Diamond Schottisch, by Saylor,. 25
Daybreak Polka, by Szemeleum 25
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Deliciosa Polka, 15
Dahlia Gallopade, by Dieter, 1234
Duraugs Hornpipe and Money Musk, 6
Dandy Jimand Old Dan Tucker, 6
Edinburg Schottisch, by Kerseen, 25
Emma Polka, by Miss Emma Todd, .25
Eugenia Polka, by Wallersteine, 25
Electric Quick Step, by Bnrcheim, nyi
.Eugenia Dance, by Bubna, 25
Four Bells Polka, by Cook, 40
Fire Bells Polka, by Cook, 50
Fairfield Schottisch, by Colman, 25
Fountain Schottisch, by Magruder, 25
Fairy Lake Schottisch, by Mack, 25
Fanny-Ole Schottisch, by John, 25
Pillibuster Polka, by Thunder, 25
Few Days or Go-a-head Quick Step, by Magruder, 25
Lipsey Polka, by Bubna, 25
Glpsey Schottische, 35
Grand Russian March, 12 1 z
Gallopade Quadrille, 12.1
Hand Organ Polka, by Lisle, 25
Henrietta Polka, by Metier, 12 1 z
Hard Up Schottisch. by Bubna, 15
' Hero's Quick Step, by Schmidt, 12 1 4
Hail Columbia, . " 15
Harrisburg Serenade March, by H. Coyle, 12IA.
Jenny Lind's Favorite Polka, by Wallerstein, 12 1 /,
John Allen Schottisch, by Clark, , l2'
Josephine Mazurk Dance, 35
Katy-Did Polka, by Jullien,so
Lancers Quadrille; by Bubna, 35
Love Schottisch, by Cook, 40
Love, Pleasure and Mirth Gallop, 25
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La Bella Donna Schottisch, by Holden, 25
Lover's Dream Schottisch, by 'Cork, 25
Love Not Quick Step, by Hartman, 12p
Lancaster Quick Step, by H. Coyle, 12
Ladies Reception March, by Franey, 12
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Letitia Mazurka, Dance, by Bubna, 25
Mandalino Polka, by Mack, 25
Musidora Polka Mazurka, by Talexy, 25
Mountain Sylph Polka, 25
Maryland Institute Schottisch, by Magruder: 38
My Partner's Polka, by Magruder, 50
Martha Quick Step, 15
Morgan Schottisch, by Bubna, 25
Mount 'Vernon Polka, by Mirtle, 25
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Mount Pleasant Polka, by Boyer, 25
Marseillaise Hymn, by Spindler, 15
New York Ledger Schottisch, by Magruder, 25
New School Dances, Schottisch, by Bubne, 40
Our American Cousin Polli*.by Jarvis, 35
Opera House Polka, by Berk, 25
Ocean Wave, by Russel, 6
Polka Des Zouaves, by Prince. 50
Pretty Dear Schottiscb, 15
Peak Family Schottiech, by Berk, 25
Pin Cushion Polka, . 15
President's March, 6
Rainbow Schottiscb, 35
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Rochester Schottisch, 12%
Ready Money Polka, by Bubna, 25
Rebecca Schottische, by James, 25
Remembrance Polka, by Hassler, 30
Rennie Polka, by Walker, 25
Rebecca Polka, by Vollandt, 25
Ringlet Polka, by Blasius, 25
Remembrance Quick Step, by Durocher, 25
Russian Grand March, by Spindler, 15
Russian March, 6
Reception Grand March, by Wiesel, 12%
Rory O'More, 6
Silveretta Polka, by Kyle, 25
Snowdrop Schottisch, by Edwards, 25
Sontag Bouquet Schottisch, by Magruder, 35
Snow Flake Schottisch, by Bellak, 25
Sontag Polka, by D'Albert, 35
Saratoga Polka, by Korponay, 12j 2 "
Sultan Polka, 25 & 15
Star Company Polka, by Winner, 25
Sky Blue Polka, by Stayman, 25
Spanish Retreat Quick Step, 12%
Storm March Gallop, by Base 25
Sailor Boy's Set ; Rat-Catcher's Daughter, &c., 25
Spanish Dance, Nos. 1 & 2, 6
Tulip Orange Polka Mazurka, by Jourdan, 25
The Gerald Polka, by Hogan, 25
Three Bells Polka, by Cook, 60
Thistle Schottisch, by Winner, 30
Traviata. Quadrille, by Bellak, 30 .
The Titus March, 6
Uncle True set of Cotillions, by Marsh, 25
Vaillance Polka, 15
Wave Schottisch, by Magruder, 25
World's Fair Polka, by Beckel, 12 . Y ,;
Washington's March, 6
Wood Up, or the Mississippi Quick Step, by Holloway, 12 2 /,
Watson's Funeral March, by Kimball, 12y,
Waltzes.
Bird Waltz, by Panormo, 25
Brightest Eye, by Bellak, 15
Dodge Waltz, by Marsh, 123/,
Diamond State Polka Waltz, by Marsh, 25
Dreams of Youth Waltz, by Lensehow, 25
Dawn Waltz, y 11. Louel, 25
Elfin Waltz .3 1234
Evening,..' altz, by Beyer, 25
Esc tz, by Magruder, 25
Gert; 'am Waltz, by Beethoven, • 25
Home - - sit; 6
Juan Grand Waltz, 25
Jovial Waltz, by Herz, 12:34
Know Nothing Waltz, by Miss Clark, 25
Linden Waltz, by Czerny,_ 1.2 Y,
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Mollie's Dream Waltz, by Relssiger, 25
Midnight-hour Waltz, by Wallace, 15
Moonbeam Waltz, by Bellak, 15
Morning Star Waltz, by Boyer, 25
Medallion Waltz, by Colman, 25
Ole Bull Waltz,
by Allen, 12 . 1 ,."
Orange Waltz, by Marsh, 121 j.;
Prima Donna Waltzes, by Jullien, 38
Redowa Waltz, by Labitzky, 25
Shower of Diamonds, by Linter, 50
Silver Lake Waltz, by Spindler, 15
Trivolian Waltz, 6
Traviata.Waltz, 15
Airs from the most celebrated Operas,
arranged for the Piano, with and
without Variations.
Amanda Mazurka, by De Dubna, 25
Anvil Chorus, (from Il Trovatore,) 15
Anna Bolena Galop, 15
Air Montagnard, simplified by Bellak, 15
Album from La Traviata, arranged by Detta, 25
Bohemian Girl, 15
Brighter than the Stars, by Max Tzorr, 25
Cavatina, by Hunter, 15
Drops of Water, by Ascher, 50
Don Pasquale Serenade, arranged by Spindler, 15
DrQuella Pira, from II Trovatore, by Tzorr, 25
Fierce Flames are Raging, by Tzorr, 25
Fille Du Regiment, by Spindler, 15
Gran Dio, from La Traviata, by Detta, 25
Gipsey Chorus, from La Traviata, by Detta, 25
Grave of Uncle True with variations, by Bubna, 40
Galop Bachique, 15
Homo, Sweet Home, with brilliant Variations, 50
Hymn to the Virgin, by Schwing, 3S
Home Sweet Home, 15
Hob Nob and The Morning Star, 6
In Whispers Soft, d7c., by Detta, 25
Kate Darling and Life let us Cherish, 6
La Traviata a Fantasie, by Jungmann, 75
La Bayadoro,
by Bellak, 15
La Traviata, (drinking song,) 15
Lucy Neale and Dance Boatmen Da nee, 6
Libiamo, from La Traviata, by Verdi, ' 25
Monastery Bell, 15
Maiden's Prayer, by Spindler, 15
Macbeth, by Spindler, '_' 5
Miserere, from II Trovatore, by Max Tzorr, '25
Negro Medley, by Minnick, 25
Night Dews are Weeping, 25
Robert Le Diable, 15
Rigoletto, 15
Shower of Pearls, by Osborne, 3734
'Twas Night and all was Still, by Tzorr, 25
Thou art the Stars, by Detta, 25
Wreath of Flowers, Nos. 2,3, 4 & 5, each 35
Waltzer and Air, from La Traviata, by Detta, 25
When in Conflict Fierce, by Tzorr, 25
Huntingdon, Oct. 12, 1859.
I.The following amusing anecdote comes
to us true :
A man having a large family found it rath
er hard to keep up the table, and has adop
ted the following plan :
At evening, just before supper, be calls
his children around him and addresses them
thus—
" Who'll take a cent and do without his
supper 2"
" .1! I I !" exclaim the children eager to
get the prize.
The old man pulls out a pocket book full
of red cents which he keeps for the occasion,
and after giving them one apiece, sends them
off to bed.
Next morning they look like starved Arabs.
The old man calls them around, and with an
air of gravity asks—
" Who'll give a cent to have a nice warm
biscuit for supper ?"
It is needless to say that the cents were
forthcoming. Good plan.
A FATHER'S REVENGE.—Buena Vista, Ten
nessee was the scene of a tragedy a few days
since. Some weeks since Mr. John F. Jack
son an opulent gentleman of that village, was
informed that his daughter, a lovely girl of
eighteen years, had been seduced by Dr. F.
M. Bunch. He forthwith sought the man
who had brought disgrace upon his name,
and demanded that he should repair the
wrong by marrying his victim. The Doctor
declined at the time, and Jackson ..gave him
three weeks to reconsider or leave the country.
At the expiration of time, Bunch still declin
ing to heal the wounds he had inflicted, the
determined parent, restive with the sense of
wounded honor and desperation, shot Bunch
down in his office. He died instantly. Jack
son delivered himself into custody, and when
our informant left, was in the Paris (Tenn.)
jail.—Louisville Courier.
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Tho' bordered with silver and centered with gold,
Yet few in the daisy can beauty behold.
Beneath the proud foot unthinkingly trod,
'Tis crushed in its meekness upon the cold sward.
Ali! say not 'tis vile—Omnipotent power
Rath shaded and formed this delicate flower;
'Tis then not in vain, that wisdom and skill,
Displayed in this flower hath a purpose to fill.
When the day-god takes up his march through the sky:
He tenderly kisses the tear from its eye;
The unconscious beauty awakes from its dreams,
And basks the day long in his bright golden beams.
Like a miniature sun, 80 dazzling and bright,
Reflecting the rays of its borrowed light,
It smilingly greets us, on the hill or the green,
Thus lending enchantment where e'er it is seen.
Ah I well I remember, in the morning of youth,
The zest it gave duty—tbe incentive to truth—
And now this bright gem, when crushed to the sward,
Throws back its bright blushes and looks up to God.
So meek and so mild, so patient and true,
Its fidelity seemed my young heart to woo,—
As o'er it I bent—it seemed whispering kind,
And bade me look upwards true pleasures to find.
Then say not 'fie vain, "gold embossed flower!"
Oft !lath it cheered in adversitie's hour!—
And taught me celestial joys to admire,
And ever and purely to Heaven aspire.
One winter there came to Trenton, New
Jersey, two men, named Smith and Jones,
who had both of them designs on the Legis
lature. Jones had a bad wife and was in
love with a pretty woman—he wished to be di
vorced from his bad wife, so that he might
marry the pretty woman, who by the way,
was a widow, with black eyes, and such a
form I Therefore Jones came to Trenton for
a divorce.
Smith had a good wife, good as an angel,
and the mother of ten children, and Smith
did not want to be divorced, but wanted to
get a charter for a turnpike or plankroad to
extend from Pig's Run to Terrapin Hollow.
Well, they with these different errands,
came to Trenton, and addressed the assem
bled wisdom with the usual arguments.—
First, suppers mainly composed of oysters
with rich background of venison; second,
liquors in great plenty, from "Jersey light
ning," which is a kind of locomotive at full
speed, reduced to liquor shape, to Newark
champagne.
To speak in plain prose, the divorce man
gave a champagne supper, and Smith, the
turnpike man, followed with a champagne
breakfast, under the molifying influence of
which the assembled wisdom passed both the
divorce and the turnpike bills; and Jones
and Smith—a copy of each bill in their
pocket—went home rejoicing, over many
miles of sand, and through the tribulation of
many stage coaches.
Smith arrived home in the evening, and as
he sat down in his parlor, his pretty wife
beside him—how pretty she did look !—and
five of her children over-hearing the other
five studying their lessons in the corner of
the room, Smith was induced to expatiate
upon the good results of his mission to Tren
ton.
" A turnpike, my dear; I am one of the
directors and will be President. It will set
me up love ; we can send our children to the
boarding school, and live in style out of the
toll. Here is the charter, honey."
" Let me see it," said the pretty little wife,
who was one of the nicest of wives, with
plumpness and goodness dimpling all over
her face. " Let me see it," as she leaned
over Mr. Smith's shoulder.
But all at once Smith's vissage grew
long; Smith's wife's vissage grew black.—
Smith was not profane, but now be ripped
out an awful oath.
" Blast us, wife, those infernal scoundrels
at Trenton have: gone and divorced us!"
It was too true ; the parchment which he
held was a bill of divorce, in which the
names of Smith and Smith's wife, appeared
in frightfully legible letters.
Mrs. Smith wiped her eyes with the corner
of her apron.
" Here's a turnpike," said she sadly, "and
with the whole of our ten children staring
me in the face,' I ain't your wife Here's a
turnpike."
"Blast the pike and the Legislature and—"
Well the fact is that Smith, reduced to sin
gle blessedness, enacted into a stranger to
his own wife, swore awfully. Although the
night was dark, and most of the denizens of
Smith's town had gone to bed, Smith bid his
late wife to put on her bonnet, and arm and
arm they proceeded to the clergyman of their
church.
" Goodness bless me 1" exclaimed the good
man, as he saw them enter. Smith looking
like the last of June shad, Smith's wife
wiping her eyes with the corner of her
apron—" Goodness bless me, what's the mat
ter ?"
" The matter is, I want you to marry us
two right off," replied Smith.
" Marry you !" ejaculated the clergyman
with expanded fingers and awful eyes; "are
you drunk, or what is the matter with you ?"
However, he finally married them over
straightway and would not take a fee ; the
fact is, grave as he was, he was dying to be
alone that he might give vent to a surpressed
laugh that was shaking him all over; and
Smith and Smith's wife went joyfully home
and kissed every one of their children. The
little Smiths never knew that their father and
mother had ever been made strangers to each
other by legislative enactment.
Meanwhile, and on the same night Jones
returned to his native town—Burlington, I
believe—and sought at once the fine black
eyes which he hoped shortly to call his own.
The pretty widow sat on the sofa a white ker
chief tied carelessly around her white throat,
HUNTINGDON, PA., OCTOBER 12 9 1859,
THE DAISY.
BY NESS MUM Parma.
a ihritig.
Divorced by Mistake.
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her black hair laid in silky waves against
each rosy cheek.
" Divorce is the word," cried Jones, play
fully patting her double chin; " the fact is,
Eliza, I'm rid of that cursed woman, and you
and I'll be married to-night. I knew how to
manage those scoundrels at Trenton. A
champagne supper—or was it a breakfast did
the business for them. " Put on your bon
net and let us go to the preacher's at once,
dearest."
The widow, who was among widows as
peaches among apples, put on her bonnet and
took Jones's arm, and— .
"Just look how handsome iris Put on parch
ment?" cried Jones, pulling out the document
before her; " here's the law that says that
Jacob Jones and Ann Caroline Jones are
two."
Putting her plump gloved hand on his
shoulder she did, look.
" 0 dear I" she said, with her rosy lips, and
sank back, half-fainting on the sofa.
" 0 blazes I" cried Jones, and sank beside
her rustling the fatal parchment in his hand;
" here's a lot of happiness and champagne
gone to ruin."
It isa bard case. Instead of being divorced
and at liberty to marry the widow, Jacob
Jones was simply by the Legislature of New
Jersey incorporated into a turnpike company
and what made it worse, authorized to run
from Burlington to Bristol l
When you reflect that Burlington and Bris
tol are located just a little apart, on opposite
sides of the Delaware river, you will observe
the extreme hopelessness of Jone's case.
" It's all the fault of that turnpike man
who gave them the champagne supper—or
was it the breakfast ?" cried Jones in agony.
" If they had. chartered me a turnpike from
Pig's Run to Terrapin Hollow, I might have
borne it; but the very idea of building a turn
pike from Burlington to Bristol bears an ab
surdity on the face of it.
So it did.
" And ain't you divorced ?" said Eliza, a
tear running down each cheek.
" No F' thundered Jones, crushing his hat
between his knees, and what's worse the Leg
islature is adjourned, and gone home drunk
and won't be back to Trenton till next year.
It was a hard case.
The mistake (?) had occurred on the last
day of the session, when, legistors and trans
cribing clerks were laboring under a cham
pagne breakfast. 'Smith's name had been
put where Jones's ought to have been, and
"wisey wersey," as the Latin poet has it.
A CAMP MEETING INCIDENT.
It was eleven o'clo6k en Sabbath morning.
Two sermons had been preached during the
forenoon, and the "horn" had been blown,
announcing the third. The people flocked
into the meeting by thousands, for a popular
divine was to preach at that hour.
The eloquent minister arose. All was in
stantly hushed, and the stillness of midnight
reigned in that vast assembly. He opened a
book and read therefrom, softly, sweetly, mu
sically, a hymn which he requested the con
gregation to sing.
The music of a camp meeting ! Who that
has ever heard it has not paused to drink the
rich melody into the soul 2 It comes with a
grandeur yet softness and sweetness that can
be heard no where else. The measured strains
of a multitude of voices, united in charming
melody and unbroken by walls, swell in sol
emn grandeur and roll deliciously through
the forests, awaking re-echoing cadence on
every hand, and
"Untwisting all the charms that tie
The hidden soul of harmony."
After the hymn had been sung the minis
ter offered up a brief, eloquent prayer and
then resumed his seat. He had taken the
Bible on his knee and was searching for his
text, when he and the whole congregation
were startled by the appearance of the Ma
niac Smith.
The young lunatic, who was known to near
ly all present, ascended the pulpit with fol
ded arms, bowed head, and slow and steady
pace. Facing the immense congregation, he
gazed carefully around, and amid breathless
silence spread forth his hands, and in the
most thrilling manner, said :
"Your music is the music of heaven. The
pretty birds in yonder tree tops are bearing
it with their songs to the lips of angels above,
who will convey it as sweet incense to the
omnipotent throne of God. Joy is thine, 0
Israel, You possess the living soul that re
joices in the glory of immortality. My soul
is dead'! A cherished child of pity, I be
came recreant to the God that gave me being,
and sold my life, my happiness, my immor
tality to the prince of Darkness. Like the
traveller who has a trodden path before him,
but is attracted to dangerous places by the
gaudy show of some poisonous flower, I have
wandered to my death My feet were placed
in the straight and narrow way, were cover
ed with the sandals of piety, and the Chris
tian staff was placed. in my hands, and yet,
O God ! I wandered to my death ! The gau
dy bauble of vice, the showy, yet thorny flow
ers of wickedness drew me aside. I left the
smooth surface and ascended to the moun
tains of trouble and yet I gained not the ob
ject of my pursuit. On I dashed, reckless
and indifferent to my fate. The wicked one,
who sought my destruction, led me on, and
I, cursed with remorse, followed. I knew I
was plunging into ruin, with a soul already
accursed, what cared I ? Voluntarily I had
sought death and it came, It was one night,
and oh it was a fearful night to me. Ex
hausted, doomed, and accursed, I was still
clambering up the mountain of sin. I came
to a chasm deep and fearful. The lightnings
of heaven flashed about me, and the thunder
of Omnipotence pealed in my ears. I felt
myself moving towards the fearful chasm !
Death, eternal death, stared. me in the face,
and I screamed piteously for help. No one
came to aid me. My companions in vice lis
tened not to my cries, and to whom I had
sold my soul derided me in mockery ! I was
moved on nearer and nearer to the precipice.
Frantically I grasped each shrub, and.. rock,
and prominence which lay in my way, but
they crumbled in my hands, ',reached the
The Maniac's Sermon.
edge of the precipice! I glanced into the
deep abyss of death! Oh ! terror 1 I plead
to heaven for mercy, but great God it was too
late 1
My sin covered soul trembled with the ag
ony it suffered, and was piteous in its ap
peals. But the thunder told me, " Too late,"
and gracious heavens, my own cowardly soul
told me " Too late 1" I felt myself going over
the precipice. I clung with the tenacity to
everything within my reach, but nothing
could save me. I shrieked I I groaned !
Down to perdition went my soul !"
Here the maniac paused. His vivid por
traiture of his career had startled the whole
congregation, some of whom shrieked out
right as he represented his soul's frightful
descent into perdition. He paused a minute
only. Then calmly again, he softly said :
"I am living without a soul ! You peo
ple of God may sing your praises, for it is as
sweet incense to your souls. But you sinners
must repent this day, or your souls will go
after mine over that deep, dark, fearful abyss
into hell! Will you repent, or go with me
into eternal perdition ?"
The effect of this was more than terrific.—
Screams arose from the gay and giddy in the
congregation.
A year or two before, this young man was
brought home one evening insensibly drunk.
The next morning found him the victim of a
terrible fever, brought on by his sensual in
dulgence and extravagant course of life. Of
that fever he was, after many fearful days,
and much tender care by his relatives, cured,
but it left him a raving maniac. So fearful
were his mad efforts, it became necessary to
keep him in a Lunatic Asylum, to keep him
from perpetrating mischief on himself and
others. He remained there until within a
few weeks of the camp meeting, when he
became sufficiently restored to be returned to
the custody of his family. He was still in
sane, but was mild and obedient, and under
these circumstances he was taken with the
family to the camp meeting, the utmost vigi
lance being exercised over him.
Young men ! beware of the cup the des
troyer of the soul !
A bachelor editor, out west, who had re
ceived from the fair hand of a bride, a piece
of elegant wedding cake to dream on, thus
gives the results of his remarkable experi
ence :
We - put it under the head of our pillow,
shut our eyes sweetly as an infant, blessed
with an easy conscience, and soon snored pro
digiously.
The god of dreams gently touched us, and
in fancy we were married ! Never was a lit
tle editor so happy. It was "my love,"
" dearest," " sweetest," ringing in our ears
every moment. Oh, that the dream had bro
ken off here ! But no ! some evil genius bad
put it into the head of our ducky to have a
pudding for dinner, just to please her lord.
In a hungry dream we sat down to dinner.
Well, the happy pudding moment had arri
ved, and a huge slice almost obscured from
sight the plate before us.
" My dear," said we fondly, "did you make
this ?"
" Yes, love, don't you think it is very nice?"
" 'Tis the best bread pudding I ever tasted
in my life."
" Plumb pudding, ducky," suggested my
wife.
" Oh, no, my dearest wife, bread pudding.
I was always extremely fond of 'em."
" Call that bread pudding?" asked my wife,
while her lips slightly curled with contempt.
" Certainly, my dear—reckon I have had
enough at the Sherwood House to know—
bread pudding, my love, by all means."
" Husband, this is really too bad ; plumb
pudding is harder to make than bread pud
ding, and more expensive, and a great deal
better. This is plumb pudding, sir !" and
my pretty wife's brow flushed with excite
ment.
"My love, my sweet, my dear love," ez
claimed we, soothingly, "do not get angry.—
I'm sure it is very good, if it is bread pud
ding."
" You mean wretch," replied my wife in a
higher tone, "you know it's plumb pudding."
" Then, ma'am, it's so meanly put togeth
er, and so badly burned, that the devil him
self wouldn't know it. I tell you, madam,
most distinctly and emphatically, and I will
not be contradicted, that it is bread pudding,
and the meanest kind at that."
" It is plumb pudding !" rose above the din,
as we had a distinct perception of feeling two
plates smash across our head.
" Bread pudding," we groaned, in a rage,
as a chicken left our hand, and flying with
extremely swift motion across the table, lan
ded in madam's bosom.
" Plumb pudding I" resounded the war cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had been disposing the first part of
our dinner.
" Bread pudding forever !" shouted we in
defiance, unsuccessfully dodging the soup
tureen, and falling beneath the greasy con
tents.
" Plumb pudding !" yelled the amiable
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she deter
mined to keep us down by piling on our head
the dishes with no gentle hand, then in rapid
succession followed the war cry, "Plumb
pudding," she shrieked with every dish.
"Bread pudding," in smothered tones came
from the pile in reply. Then it was "plumb
pudding," in rapid succession, the last cries
growing feebler, until we just distinctly re
collect it had grown into a whisper. "Plumb
pudding, plumb pudding," resounded like
thunder, followed by a crash, as my wife
leaped upon the pile with both feet, and com
menced jumping up and down. Then, thank
Heaven, we awoke and found it was a dream.
This dreamed has determined us—we shall
never marry.
Ser "'Tis strange," uttered a young Ver
dant Green as he staggered back to his room
after his first initiation into the mysteries of
a college supper party. "Xis strange how
evil communications corrupt good manors.—
I've been surrounded by tumblers all evening,
and now I'm a tumbler myself."
Editor and Proprietor.
NO, 16,
An Editor's Dream.
The Words We Speak.
Our words are imperishable. Like winged
messengers, they go forth, but never to be
recalled—never to die. They have a mighty
power for good or evil through all time ; and
before the great white throne they will be
swift witnesses for or against us. Within!
the massive walls of a gloomy building, a
nobleman was undergoing inquisition as to
certain acts of his previous life. He bad
been told that nothing he might say should be
divulged or recorded, and he spoke freely.—
But soon, behind the arras, his ear caught
the sharp clicking sound of a pen which re
corded every word he uttered; and by those
words was he to be judged. Do we remem
ber that there is an ear that catches every
word we utter, no matter how lightly, how
scoffingly, how secretly spoken ? and by these
words shall we one day be acquitted or con
demned. The words we speak have a mighty
power; and there are words angels might
covet to utter. There are words of comfort
to the afflicted.. There are sad hearts that
need comfort everywhere ; and there are
words of blame and cold indifference, or
feigned sympathy, that fall like lead upon
the stricken spirit ; and there are blessed
heart-words of cheer, which bear up the soul
and enables it to look out from the dark
night of its troubles, and discern the lining
of the gloomy cloud.
There are words of counsel to the young,
to the tempted, the erring. Speak them
earnestly,affectionately, and though the
waves of circumstances may soon waft them
away from your observation, yet such is
God's husbandry, that if uttered in faith and
with prayer, be will take care that on an
earthly or heavenly shore the reaper shall re
joice that he was a sower. There are kind
words; how little they cost, how priceless
they are I Harsh words beget harshness ;
and fretful words, like a certain little insect,.
sling us into a feverish impatience. But
who can resist the charm of kind loving.
words? The heart expands beneath them
as to the sunshine, and they make us happier
and better.
It was said of the gifted Mrs. Fry, that
she had a wise, kind word for all, and those
kind words unlocked stony hearts, as well as
prison doors, and made her a blessed visitant
to the criminal and the outcast. Then there
are cheerful words, and why should we' dole
them out with such miserly care? They
ought to form the atmosphere of our homes,
and to be habitual in all our social' inter
course. We have so many weaknesses, so
many crosses, so much that is down hill in
life, that the habit of thinking and speaking
cheerfully is invaluable. But there are
other words against which we should pray,
" Set a watch, 0 Lord, before my mouth ;
keep the door of my lips." There are words
of falsehoods and deceit. They lurk in our
expressions of civility, our professions of
friendship, our transactions of business.—
How early do children,
even, begin to weave
a web of deceit, and how carefully should
those who train them watch against this
sin, and, by example and precept, teach them
always and everywhere to speak the truth.—
There are slanderous words—how mischiev
ous they are I There are the words of the
tale-bearers, that breed suspicions and jeal
ousies in neighborhoods, and between fami
lies. There are envious words and flatter
ing words, which are no better. Then there!
is the long list of idle words, or by-words as
they are called. How many there are, who
shudder at an oath, who yet break the spirit
of the third commandment, by constantly In
terlarding their conversation by expletives.
But there is another class of words to
which we would gladly refer—they are the
words of eternal life. Cornelius sent for
Peter that he might speak words to him.—
What blessed words those were I will they
not be remembered with joy by both speaker
and hearer throughout all eternity ? A s we
pass along through the world, God will often
let us speak a word for him ; and if we seek
his aid, he will make. it a word of power
and comfort, a word in season, to him that is
weary.
4 ,„
"Speak glihtly; 'tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well ;'
The good, the joy, which it may bring;'
Eternity shall tell."
Adventures of a Morning-Gown
A lady was anxious to make her husband
a present on the occasion of his birthday,
and as it happened to fall in winter, and at•
that time a severe winter, she thought a com
fortable morning-gown would be a most use
ful acquisition to his domestic comforts. She
went to a shop and purchased a fine Persian
Pattern merino and well-wadded morning
gown. She had forgotten the exact height of
her husband; but, to make sure of its use
fulness, she thought best to purchase one
rather too long than too short. The day was
rather wet ; her husband returned in.the af
ternoon from his office, and she presented him
with the new article of comfort; and -li*rfan
cied it indeed a great comfort after he had
put off his wet clothes. But it was too long
—about ten inches too long.
" Oh, never mind, my dear," said the af
fectionate wife, " I can easily shorten it to
suit you."
They had a party in the evening ; they were •
very merry. And after they had gone to
bed, the wind was making such a noise, and
the rain so dashing against the window, that
the lady could not sleep ; her husband how--
ever slept soundly. She arose without dis
turbing him, took the morning-gown, and.
commenced her work, cutting off about the-
length of ten inches—to make it suit her hus
band's stature—and went to bed again. She
had to rise early next morning. The hus
band slept well, which is frequently the case -
after a merry evening party. Scarcely had;
the lady left the room, when her sister—a•
good-natured, elderly lady, who lived with
them—stole into the room upon tip-toe, in or •
-
der not to disturb her brother-in-law, and took,
the morning-gown. Hasttning to her room,
she cut off ten inches as she knew on the pre
vious evening it was too long for him. An
hour after, the master awoke, and was anx- •
ions to surprise his affectionate wife. He
rang the bell ; the servant came up and asked=
his pleasure ; upon which he requested her
to wrap up the morning-gown and carry it to •
his tailor to make it ten inches shorter.—
Scarcely was the morning-gown returned from ;
the tailor, when the good wife stepped in.—
The husband had just arisen, and proposed
now to surprise his wife and enjoy his com
fort. But how surprised was his better half
to see her husband in a fine Persian pattern.
merino shooting jacket, instead of a comfor-
table morning-gown.
gar The way to kill a printer is to always
pay him on the presentation of his bill, for
such an unexpected phenomenon will cause ,
a rush of blood to the head and throw him
into apoplexy.
Lier Mrs. Partington says that nothing de-
spises her so much as to see people, who pro
fess to expect salvation,,go .to church.with,
out their purse, when a recollection is to bs
taken.