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At Lewis' Book, Stationery and Music Store. HUNTINGDON, PA. The most pleasing and popular compositions of the day, together with those of the ancient composers, will be fur nished at the shortest notice. - kr Also—Pianos, Melodeons, Guitars, Violins, Accordions, &c., &c., all at the lowest city retail prices. Teachers supplied with Books and Music on the most reasonable terms. Music sent by mail free of postage on receipt of price. New music will be added to our Catalogue as soon as is sued from the press. CATALOGUE OF MUSIC ON HAND. 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? ~.. here's a health to thee .....,ry, by A, Home Sweet Home, by Bishop,2s • 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, _. .12N 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 ' 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 - .... .$1 50 76 50 WILLIAM LEWIS, VOL, XV. 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 A 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 • 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 _ . 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, ... . _ 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. .. j ' l ' , *.;:,..!•:: ~. ~...-:-.. Sr.Cr'f . " ) Original fretrp.. 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. .--PERSEVERE. 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.