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ROBB, Dentist, office in S. T. 'LA • Brown's new building, No. 520, Hill St., Huntingdon, Pa. [npl2,'7l. Tr C. MADDEN, Attorney-at-Law • Office,' No. —, Hill meet, Huntingdon, Pa. [ap.lB,'7l. FRANKLIN SCHOCK, Attorney r, • at-Law, Huntingdon, Pa. Prompt attention given to all legal business. Office 229 Hill street, corner of Court House Square. [dee.4,l2 SYLVANUS BLAIR, Attorney-at- Law,T., • Huntingdon, Pa. Office, Hill 'greet, hree doors west of Smith. [jan.47l. JCHALMERS JACKSON, Attor • ney at Law. Office with Wm. Dorris, Esq., No. 403, Hill greet, Huntingdon, Pa. All legal business promptly attended to. Danl6 JR. DURBORROW, Attorney-at • Law, Huntingdon, Pa., will practice in the several Courts of Huntingdon county. Particular attention given to the settlement of estates of dece dents. Office in he JOURNAL Building. [feb.l,7l W. 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A fearful crash, followed by a shriek of agony, had caused Jessie's exclamation. With trembling fingers, Mrs. Harris unlatched the door. The wind blew it open, and drifted the falling snow into the room. Nothing was heard for an instant but the howling of the wind; then came a low moan ; and a voice cried, "Help !" "Mother, some one has fallen into the quarry." And Jessie sprang out. "I know every step of the way; do not fear for me." Then, raising her voice, she cried : "Courage ! I am coming !" Her mother followed ; and, heedless of the raging storm, Jessie went forward to A. B. ZEIGLER, Prop. find the sufferer. I "Call again ! Where are you ?" WiLLIAM A. FLEMLNG, Attorney at-Law, Huntingdon, Pa. Special attention given to collections, and all other legal business attended to with care and promptness. Office, No. 229, Hill street. [apl9,'7l. Hotels. JACKSON HOUSE. POUR DOORS EAST OF THE UNION DEPOT, HUNTINGDON, PA . K0v12,13-6m. MORRISON HOUSE, OPPOSITE PENNSYLVANIA It. It. DEPOT HUNTINGDON, PA J. 11. CLOVER, Prop. April 5, 1871-Iy. Miscellaneous. 1141 ROBLEY, Merchant Tailor, in • Leister's Building (second floor,) Hunting don, Pa., respeotfully solicits a share of publie patronage from town and country. [0ct16,72. Tips A. BECK, Fashionable Barber • and Hairdresser, Hill street, opposite the Franklin Howse. All kinds of Tonic. and Pomades kept on handand for sale. [apl9,'7l-6m HOFFMAN & SKEESE, Manufacturers of all kinds of CHAIRS, and dealers in PARLOR and KITCHEN FURNI• TITRE, corner of Fifth and Washington streets, Huntingdon, Pa. All articles will be sold cheap Particular and prompt attention given to repair ing. A share of public patronage is respectfully solicited. pan.15,13y WM. WILLIAMS, MANUFACTURER OF MARBLE MANTLES, MONUMENTS. HEADSTONES, &C., HUNTINGDON, PA STER PARIS CORNICES, MOULDINGS. &C! ALSO SLATE MANTLES FURNISHED TO ORDER. Jan. 4, '7l. FOR PLAIN PRINTING, FANCY PRINTING, GO TO THE JOURNAL OFFICE The Huntingdon Jour _at Übe plum' Pw. J. A. NASH, [Original.] The Voice of My Muse. A stranger I dwell in this grief-shaded valley, Few glimmers of joy do their sunshine diffuse; But God has imparted a source of deep comfort, 'Tis found in the angel-toned votes of my muse, When sorrow's huge waves overwhelm all my senses And pour their dark surges upon my sad heart, I sigh as I sit 'neath the bleak bowling tempest, And long from these sorrowful scenes to depart. But when as a meteor's light from the fountain, From which every ray of pore bliss emanates, Is sent the deep peace of a Heaven-born rapture, Which naught but Omnipotent power could create Awaked, by her wooings, from sad meditation; My soul in elysian transport is east, No earthly delight for a moment can equal The thrill that pervades as sweet music my heart, And by the soft tones of my charmer inspired, My mind irresistibly pictures bright scenes, Beyond the confines of my weak comprehension, Uncrowned by fair posey's chaplet of green. Her voice stills the tumult of earth's deepest sorrow, My troubled heart sleeps 'neath its softening caress, No chilling reverses disturb my sweet slumbers, When pillowed upon my deliverer's breast. Though clouds of misfortune the firmament darken, And awe to death's silence my fear-palsied tongue, As Scatters the darkness my soul reads the anthem, That by the winged choir of Heaven is sung. Then gladly I'll battle with beggary's power, And bear the reproach of the haughty and proud, When cheered by the presence of heaven's fair daughter, At whose mighty shrine earth's best children have bowed. When over the pathway before me is shining, The golden-tinged rays which her presence dif fuses, Not all the bright grandeur of princely surround ings Could tempt me to silence the voice of my muse. Aorg-Zeiltr. WINTER -OR,- JESSIE, THE LAME GIRL BY ANNIE FRAUST, IN all the pretty little village at Snow donville, there was not a prettier or hap pier little maiden than Jessie Harris. She was the only daughter of a poor, hard working widow, who had lost her husband and received a son on the same night. George Harris had been a quarryman in the large stone-works that were a few paces from his little house, and had been killed by a fall down a deep shaft. His widow heard the news while she was anxiously waiting his return to bless his new-born son, their only boy. Little Jessie, then about three years old, an 4 George, the infant son, were thus left fatherless. Much sympathy was shown in Snowdon ville for the widow ; and the wealthy la dies, Mrs. Ralston, Mrs. Howritt, and some others, sent her plain sewing to do, paying her a fair price, and thus enabling her to support herself and children com fortably. At the time my story opens, Jessie was about eleven years old, and George eight. Jessie was the beauty and the pet of the village school. With dark, waving hair, soft hazel eyes, and a rich, healthy complexion, she had a right to claim the first; and her talent and industry won her the last. "As pretty and smart as Jessie Harris," was quite a saying in the village. My story opens on a dark, blustering winter evening., when the snow fell thick and fast, and the high wind threatened to shake in the windows of the little cottage where my heroine lived. Widow Harris was seated near the fire sewing; and Jes sie's nimble fingers kept time with hers as she put a patch on George's school coat. George, as a special privilege, lay on the settee, ready for bed, but permitted to stay with his mother, because the wind made him afraid to go up stairs alone. "Mother," said Jessie, "Miss Miles said something very nice tame to-day." "What was it ?" inquired her mother. "She said that if I study very hard, and improve as much as I have done, I will be able to take the school, when I am old enough. She wants to give it np; but she is so attached to the girls that she will not do so until some one can take her place that she can have confidence in. Mother! mother ! what was that ?" There was no answer. "Mother," she said, turning round, "run to the village for help. I am small and light; I will go down into the qu arry." "God keep and preserve you " said ber mother;, for you go on his errand." And, with this blessing, she left the brave ahild alone in the storm." Gathering her skirts up around her, Jessie began to descend into the quarry. The huge masses of stone, though covered with snow, were uneven enough to afford her a foothold, and at last she reached the bottom. It was a large hollow ; and for an instant her courage failed her, as she thought of the discouraging task she had undertaken ; then, with a fervent inward prayer, she began to feel for the person whom she had come to seek. The dark ness bewildered her; her own voice was lost in the noise of the storm, and her heart was sinking with despair, when voices above reached her ear. Just then, her foot struck against something; she stooped, and, foaling, pushed aside the snow to lay her trembling hand upon a cold human face. "Here ! here !" she cried , "he is here !" The lanterns gleamed brightly above her at the mouth of the quarry; but no one stepped forward to answer Jessie's call. The descent which her light feet and small figure had accomplished was dangerous for large, heavy men ; and they were deliberating what to do. A flask of brandy and a lantern were lowered by ropes; and Jessie was directed to raise the man's head, and pour some of the spirit into his mouth. She did so; and, with a great struggle, consciousness returned to the sufferer. "Mother," cried Jessie, "it is young Mr. italston !" "Ask him, if we lower a chair, if he can sit in it until we haul him out." "Yes, yes !" said the young man, hastily. "I was coming across, and the piece of stone I stepped upon loosened and rolled down here. I lost fay balance, and came after it." This was said in a low, weak voice to Jessie, who called aloud : "Lower the chair I" Slowly along the snowy sides a chair, fastened by many ropes, was lowered. It was some time before the stiff, wounded young man could get into it; but at last is was effected. "How will you get up ?" he said, turning to his brave deliverer. "I will come after you," was the reply, in a cheerful, hearty voice. Seeing the chair safely on the way up, she began to climb the stones to go up as she come down. She was nearly at the top, and those above were watching her with breathless interest, when another atone gave way, and she fell back. A cry of horror rose on the air. "I am alive 1" she cried; "don't fear, mother; it has only fallen on my legs; lower the ropes; I can hold on by may hands." With frantic eagerness, 'she tried to rise ; but the heavy stone across her limbs held her pinned fast. Awful visions of dying there floated with fearful distinct ness through her brain, and, with a wild cry, she fainted. Struck with admiration at her heroic conduct, and horror at her accident, one of the men placed himself in the chair, and was lowered to rescue her. When he again came up, with the small, insensi ble figure lying so still and pale in his arms, there was a unanimous murmur of sympathy through the now large crowd. The squire's son, young Ralston, had faint ed again on reaching the month of the quarry, and been carried home; and all the rough men and sympathizing women who had braved the storm to aid the "man lost in the quarry," gathered about the little figure. Gentle hands lifted her from the arms of her deliverer; she was carried to the little cottage: Her mother, chilled and despairing, laid her upon the little bed; while Georgey crept from his stool by the fire to gaze at his sister, whom he had last seen so full of life and energy, and who now lay so still and white. The room was cleared of all but a few sympathizing neighbors; and the doctor bent over the little inanimate form. I spare my readers the detail. Five• weeks later, Jessie sat up)n her little arm chair, with the consciousness that that was her place for the rest of her lifetime. If you had raised the shawl that covered her limbs, you would have seen that both legs were amputated just below the knee. It was hard—it was bitter to have all her young dreams of life end in this. Jessie murmured loudly. Her mother in vain tried to check the bitter tears that would fall from the poor child's eyes. She had been sitting alone, one afternoon, full of bitter, melancholy forebodings, when a carriage stopped before the window. A young man, wrapped in a large cloak, got out first, then a lady. Jessie knew them. It was young Louis Ralston and his moth er. Mrs. Ralston had been very kind in sending her messages anddelicacies during her illness; but she had not visited her be fore. Mrs. Harris was out, had gone to take home some sewing; and George was with her; so the visitors, entering the lit tle kitchen, found Jessie alone. They came to her chair, and stood, one on each side. For a moment, there was a deep si lence; and then, with a great cry, Mrs. Ralston bent over the child. "My child ! my child !" she cried ; and then she knelt down, and buried her face in Jessie's lap, while her whole frame shook with convul sive sobs. The young man seemed as pow erfully affected, and unable to speak. At last, bending down, he said : "My preser ver, may God in heaven bless and comfort you! Oh, Jessie ! Jessie ! that this should be your reward for saving my life !" "Mr. Ralston," Jessie began— "No, no ! call me Louis; we are brother and sister now ; this has made us so. I should have been here before ; but the physicians forebade it. I was somewhat injured, but am well again." "Jessie," said Mrs. Ralston, "if a moth er's prayers and gratitude for the saver of her son's life can comfort you, oh, how truly are they yours ! But for you I should be childless. You will think of this, my child, and let it comfort you," "I will! I will! God forgive me for complaining when he has let me save a life !" And, for the first time, great peace shone in the child's face. From that day, there was no desire of Jessie's heart that was not • granted. Young Ralston himself provided her with books, pictures, and instruction ; and his mother let no day pass without visiting the cottage. They would have been very glad to take the poor child to their own luxuri ous home ; but Jessie refused to leave her mother. The child's whole current of thought had changed since the Ralstons first visited the cottage. With prayer, with hopeful, loving trust in the Almighty hand that had seen fit to prostrate her, she stilled all repinings, and was truly grateful for love and kindness shown to her. Six years passed on ; and again I wish to take my readers to the little cottage. The widow is at her sewing still in a chair by the fireside; opposite to her is seated Jessie, who looks older than when we last saw her. and, in other respects, somewhat changed. The rich dark hair is gathered off from her broad white forehead, and falls in sett curls over her shoulders. Her face is pale, but rery beautiful in its sweet, loving expression ; and the large, soft eyes, shaded by long, dark lashes, are full of intelligence and pure holy light. Her small, slight figure is covered with a soft white shawl ; and the tiny white fingers are busied in knitting. George, a toll, manly youth, is seated besids her, bending over a sum. A low sigh from Jessie made her moth er look up. "What is the matter, darling ?" • "I was wishing, mother, that I was of some use in the world." "Why, Jessie, you are of use. You help me in my sewing ; you draw now most beautifully, so Mr. Ralston says : you knit a great deal." "Besides helping me in my studies" chimed in George. "Yes," said Jessie, thoughtfully; "but I have a great deal of useless time. You know it wearies me to draw or sew for many hours together; and I was thinking bow can I employ this time, and not be a useless burden on my dear, kind friends." "Jessie !" said her mother, warningly. "Well, I won't say it again. Now, I have a proposition to make. You know that, in the village, there are many chil dren who are too poor to pay for their ed ucation at the village school; and they are growing up ignorant, and some of them vi cious. Can I not help to remedy this ? HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 21, 1874 Would it not be a good work to have them here for a few hours every day, and try to instruct them ?" "But, Jessie," said Mrs. Harris, "they are the very scum of the village. All the decent children are at the village school." "I know that." "Some of them swear fearfully," said George ; "and I fear any of them would be impertinent, if anything displeased them." "Will you let me try? Ido so long to be of some use in the world." "Why, Jessie!" said a frank voice at the door, "is that you that. I hear talking in such a plaintive tone ? What is the matter ?" "Oh, Louis '. are you there ?" "Yes, half frozen. It is snowing." Jessie started, whispering: "It is the anniversary." With admirable tact, young Ralston bent over her, saying : "I left my mother praying for the preserver of her son's life." Jessie thanked him with a bright, beaming smile, and then told him her scheme. At first he shook his bead; but, seeing that her heart was set on the idea, he consented to act as her embassador in the village, and collect all the "little raga. muffins" that were willing to coma. One week later, Jessie — awaited, with a fast-beating heart, the arrival of her first class. It was very small. One little girl only had summoned up courage to come. Her report was so favorable that, the next day, three little girls and two boys came; and, in the course of the month, the room was filled each day. There was something in the pale, pure face and slight frame of the teacher that awed the class at first, then won their respectful love. No pro fans word ever fell upon the ears of the young girl. Errors to correct she found in plenty.; but, with a low, sweet voice, and that indescribable holiness that encir cled her, she drove away all impiety, all profanity. Rough boys went home with their minds filled with higher ambition and purer thoughts than they had ever before felt. Girls bent to her, at their departure, with their mind, blessing the sweet, gentle teacher who had won them from ignorance, and perhaps from vice. And so passed her life. Trials she had among her class ; but, with gentle patience, she made rough places smooth. Some in gratitude, too, came to trouble her ; but she never failed in her efforts. It is now thirty years since Jessie Harris fell down the quarry; and if, in passing through Snowdonville, you ask who is the most useful and best-beloved person in the village, they will point out a little cottage, and tell you its occupant, Jessie Harris, fills the place. Mrs. Harris is dead ; George is a lawyer in the South; and Jes sie lives alone, excepting her maid, one of her old scholars, who almost worships her mistress. Gentle, meek, and hopeful, she lives an example that none are so unfortu nate that they can be of no use in the world. Paging for thePiMu. History of the Elizabethan Ruff. For the benefit of the wearers of Eliza bethan Ruffs, we hunt up a history of that fashionable appendage : The fashion of wearing ruffs began about 1576, according to the Stowe; and under the bands of fos tering starch and forking sticks they were worn to the length of a quarter of a yard. The belles were not the only ones who were adorned by these immense surcingles, for the dandies of that day also assumed the ruff in its largest proportions, and all the portraits of the ancient cavaliers attest. This vast structure of gauze was styled in England "the French ruff ;" but the French, in retaliation, named it "the English monster." Queen Elizabeth, whose throat was very wrinkled and yel low with age, wore the broadest and stiffest ruff of any one in Europe, excepting the Queen of Navarre ; and her ruffs were composed of the finest embroideries en riched with gold and silver threads, and even precious stones were introduced into them. She employed, we are told, endless yards of cut work, and purple needle work, lace, and lace of gold and of silver enrich ed with pearls and spangles; in the fabri cation of her three-plied ruff. But she would not permit any of her subjects to adorn themselves in a similar manner, and ordered grave citizens to stand at the gates of London and lay hands on the wearers .of all ruffs beyond a certain width in order to show her prerogative to dress more absurdly than any of her subjects. Singular Fact. The Scientific American makes the fol lowing statement, which, if fully suppor ted by facts, is indeed curious : '-The creep ing of rails has attracted some attention of late; and while we do not attempt to ex plain it, we offer a point on the fact, that on•lines running north and south, the western rail 'creeps' faster than the eastern rail—that is, this strange movement of the rail towards the south. is more marked in one rail than the other on the same track. Furthermore, it has been noticed that on such a line the eastern rail wears out the fastest. Both of these points, we think, can be explained by the motion of the earth as it turns from the west towards the east. Motion tends to overcome grav itation. A rapid skater flies over the thin ice without breaking through, and a train at high speed has been known to leap a .broken bridge unharmed. Momentum overcomes gravitation, and the greater the speed, the less the weight on the rails. Everything that has free motion is drag ged after the whirling globe; every wind that blows, and every tide that moves feels the influence, and our train going north or south is pulled over towards the east, and naturally passes the eastern rail most heavily. The western rail, being relieved of its share of weight, 'creeps' more freely and quickly. It is also noticed that the wheels that run on the eastern rail wear out first, and we can but think that this earth-motion is the true cause. The prac tical side of this is, that the eastern rail and wheels should be stronger. INK is one of the things in which mod em science seems to have made very little improvement. A recent analysis of the ink found on a manuscript of the year 910, showed that its composition was similar to that of the inks now in use. IT has been discovered at Bloomington, 111., that the air of a coal mine is a cure and preventive of whooping-cough, and the children of the miners, when attacked with that complaint, are taken down into the shaft, and in a short time are entirely recovered. THE JOURNAL is the best advertising medium in central Pennsylvania. Advertising and the Panic Under the caption, "Advantages of Ad vertising in Dull Times," the New York Evening Post says that a merchant who continued his advertisement during the whole period of stagnation in 1857, and notwithstanding many predictions that it wouldn't pay, declared that his sales were steady and his profits satisfactory, while many merchants around him, who couldn't afford to advertise, saw their clerks stand idle behind their counters. There could not be a better testimonial to the efficacy of advertising. It is a well-authenticated fact that during prosperous times the house that advertises largely is the house that flourishes. Indeed, the testimony of the greatest merchants in the land, the largest ship and steamboat owners, the most suc cessful men of all classes, is universally to the same effect, that advertising is the ver itable bread upon the waters which returns unto them after many days; and if there is any time in which the advantages of ad vertising is more particularly felt, it is during and after the depression consequent upon a panic. Not alone is the keep ing up of appearance a sine qua non of successful trade, but we must never lose sight of the fact that, however depressed the seller may be in the day of trouble, some one has been invariably shrewd enough to lay by a store for a rainy day, while hundreds have hoarded up in anti cipation of this very crisis. 5 hese men want to buy—they must buy—and their trade will naturally flow to the house which advertises the most, and appears to keep its head the highest above water. Whatever a man does in the midst of a fi nancial trial, so long as his ship will float at all, let him advertise. It will strength en his credit then and forever after ;it will bring to his store or counting-room scores oecustomers, who from the disap pearance of their old friends from the ad vertising lists, have imagined them defunct. In every respect it will pay. This has been the experience and is the testimony of the most successful business men in the United States. Printing and Printers The late T. J. Buckingham, in his "Reminiscences," published about twenty years ago in the Boston Courier, speaks of the importance of printers to authors in the following terms : Many who condescend to illuminate the dark world with the fire of their genius, through the columns of a newspaper, little think of the lot of the printer, who almost suffocated by the smoke of a lamp sits up till midnight to correct their false gram mar, bad orthography, and worse pronuncia tion. rhave very often seen the argu ments of lawyers in high repute as schol ars sent to the printer in their own hand writing, with many words, and especially technical and foreign terms, abbreviated, words misspelled, and a few or no points. I have seen the sermons of divines sent to the printer without points or capitals, to designate the divisions of sentences—ser mons, which, if published with the imper fections of the manuscript, would disgrace the printer's devil if he were the author. Suppose they had been printed ; the print er would have been treated with scorn and contempt, as an illiterate blockhead— as a fellow better fitted to be a wood saw yer than a professor of the art of printing. Nobody would have believed that such gross and palpable faults were owing to the ignorance and carelessness of the au thor. And nobody but a practical print er knows how many hours the compositor and after him the proof-reader are com pelled to spend in reducing to a readable condition, manuscript that the author him self would be puzzled to read. Worth Knowing Many persons• have often noticed the extreme difficulty encountered in lighting the fire in a stove, especially in a still, damp morning. The stove at first won't draw; even vigorous "blowing" will not suffice ; and then when it does start, it is with a sort of explosion or outward rush of air which fills the room with smoke and gas, oftentimes puffing the unpleasant fumes in the face of the operator. The trouble is caused by the difficulty encoun tered in overcoming the inertia of the long column of air that can be forced up through the interstices of wood and coal, at the bottom of which the fire i 3 kindled. All this may be remedied by simply putting a few shavings or bits of dry paper on the top of the wood or coal, and first lighting that. It immediately bursts into a blaze, because the air has perfectly free access to it from all sides, the heated air forces its way in the chimney, and establishes there an upward current. Tile match can then be applied to the kindling under the fuel, which will readily light, and, if dry, burst into a brisk flame. A REMARKABLE statement was the oth er day made by the District Attorney of New York, which applies with equal force to almost every community in the country. In the course of an address to the jury he stated that, in almost every instance in which persons were arraigned for crime, whatever its character or grade, and what ever the age or sex of the offender, drunken ness was the primary cause of its commis ion. Partienlarily, he said, was this the case with young men, there being scarcely an exception to the rule. He further sta ted that the matron of the city prison, who has been in charge of the women's depart ment of that institution for upwards of a quarter of a century, affirmed, as the result of her experiencti extending over that long period, that more than eighty per cent. of the female inmates were sent there be cause of drinking and that the juvenile prisoners were almost invariably the chil dren of drunkards. In these days of in cessant "reform" agitation, it might not be amiss for people now and then to con sider these things. A MEnuat county, Pa., youth, arrayed in his best apparel, started to sole his sweet heart recently and thought to beguile the weary way thither by chasing what he took to be a rabbit. His good clothes were buried quite hurriedly, the next morning, and the youth's mother declares he shall not sleep in the house till "that pesky smell" wears off. AN Irishman has defined nothing to be "a footless stocking without . legs." A de scription by another Emeralder is better. "What is nothing ?" be was asked. "Shut your eyes and you'll see it," 'said Pat. IT is suggested that while the present style continues, ladies should remove their hats at lectures, concerts and other places of amusement, that persons sitting behind may not have the view of the stage and platform obstructed by the headgear. Personal. The Mikado of Japan rides a Georgia mule imported for his exclusive use. Mrs. Jane Ann Butler, of Schuylkill county, has reached the advanced age of 114 years. John Slaymaker, of Lancaster, while driving cattle, one day last week, fell om his horse and expired. Jacob Fenstermacher, of Manheim township, Lancaster county, hanged himself recently to the limb of a tree. Mrs. Dr. Mary Walker is not dead, as many people have been led to suppose. She is in Detroit, in excellent health. Commander Cheyn, of the British navy, has offered to take a voyage to the North Pole, if anybody will provide the ship. Mrs. William Hall, an nged widow, of Nit• tanning, was fatally burned a few days ago, by her clothing taking fire at the grate. James Murray, of Chester county, was bit ten in the arm recently by a hog, and now it is feared that the limb will have to be ampu tated. Alfred Wheat, of Towanda, while out bunt ing recently, lost himself and was found sev eral days afterward almost dead from hunger and cold. Hon. G. Dawson Coleman, of Lebanon, Pa., one of the Vienna Commissioners, has Bona ted $5OO to be used to employ the pool of that town on the public strew. Alice Jerold says "No one had thought of writinga Christmas book before Dickens began, and now no one thinks of the wisdom of ab- staining from writing one. Lady Franklin is now in her eighty-third year, and, having no children, will leave her property to her nephew; the Rev. John Nassau Simkinson, a popular writer. M. niers continues in the belief that Mar shal Bazaine should not hare been tried and considers that no light has yet been thrown upon the capitulation of Metz. Patti was called forward sixty times at a re cent performance of "Faust" in Moscow, and after the third act received a splendid brooch composed of diamonds and pearls. • It is stated in a Southern paper that Jeffer son Davis has determined to make no more public speeches, for the reason that his lan guage is shamefully perverted by the press. The Persian Minister in London is stated to have authorized Baron Reuter to say that no advice of the revocation of the Shah's con cession have been received at the legation. Jacob Tinsman, of Westmoreland county, who disappeared a year and a half ago from his home and was supposed to have commit ted suicide, has turned up in excellent health. Col. J. W. Ilarper, formerly President of the Kansas State University, attempted to com mit suicide a few days ago while under the influence of insanity, caused by domestic afflic tion. That Ralph Keeler has meet his death in Cuba in some manner is now generally ,con ceded. Captain General Jovellar has ordered a strict inquiry into the circumstances of his disappearance. Susan B. Anthony is about to take the stump in favor of woman suffrage, and that she will make her first appearance on the 24th inst, in Connecticut—with whose early settlement her own history is so closely knit. Sir George Campbell, the Lieutenant Gov ernor of Bengal, postponed his resignation when the apprehension of famine became se- Hose, and placed his services at the disposal of the Viceroy so long as they might be re quired. Hiram Barney (the late partner of Wm. Al len Butler, who wrote "Nothing to Wear,") formerly Collector of New York, is now wri ting a life of Chief Justice Chase. Copious materials have been placed at his disposal, and it is expected that the work will be a very elaborate one. Wickliffe Cole, of Erie County, aged ninety years, had a paralytic stroke recently, which reduced him to insensibility for twelve hours. When consciousness returned, it was found that be had lost all power of his throat, be ing unable to speak a word or swallow the least. particle. His brain seemed as active as ever, and he knew and recognized all around his bed. Spite of every effort to afford relief, he lay in this condition, without food, for four teen days, literally dying by inches of starva tion. He was consoious up to the day before his death. Tit-Bits Taken on the Fly , Pittsburg boasts 756 puddling furnaces. 'leading bat factories are again in operation. Fox chases are numerous in Montgomery county. Luzerne county is flooded with one dollar counterfeit bills. The Allegheny county jail sheltered C,209 prisoners last year. Five persons committed suicide in Fair mount park last year. Miss Bates, of Indianapolis, has left $lOO,- 000 to the poor of that city. Twelve tons of poultry were shipped from Quakertown,- Bucks county, Pa., one day last week. A Norristown man has n gas machine which is claimed to make 1.000 feet of gas for one dollar. There are said to be at present one hundred thousand men out of employment in the city of New York. Lancaster has a pedestrian who walked five miles an hour recently, and has gone over sixty miles on a stretch. Norristown is negotiating for the purchase of the gas and water works from the private corporation now owning them, The Chinese authorities at Too Chow have adopted the American trade dollar as the standard in commercial transactions. Reading has a larger number of building and savings associations than any other city in Pennsylvania, except Philadelphia. There are over 24,000 idiots in the country, who are acknowledged as such, and many times that number who are not so recognized. The Donaldsonville (Conn.) temperance or ganizations buy up bad bills against rumsel lers, and then attach the alcoholic stock in trade ! Last week, at Wilmington, S. C., five sea men were suffocated in the German barkentine, Adolph Von Barth, by coal gas generated from the stove. One of Altoona's fair but fray daughters started for eternity last week by the laudanum route. A stomach pump and a physicirn pre vented Ike accomplishment of her purpose. A well-dressed, able-bodied man astonished the people in State street, Boston. on New Year's day by walking up and down with a large placard on his bat bearing the inscrip tion, "I want work." A man was boasting that he bad been mar ried for twenty years and had never given his wife a cross word. Those who know him say he didn't dare to. But•we suppose lie forgot to mention anything about it. There is a haunted grist-mill in Lancaster, Mass. When evening shades prevail a ghost comes np through a scuttle. An offer of $lOO has been made to any one consenting to sleep a night in the mill, thus far with no takers. In the Supreme Court for the Eastern Dis trict of Pennsylvania, in the case of AVm. E. Edderzook, convicted of the murder of Win field S. Goss, and sentenced to be hung, a writ of error was' taken out on Wednesday last, returnable on the third Monday of January. The organization of an immense trades union Of English capitalists and employers, so fight the trades-unions of workmen, cx cites great interest in England. It was at first reported that this organization represented the employers of 2,600,000 of workmen; but, although this was said to. be exaggeration, it now appears to have been an under-estimate. Ulu fang' Tutigt. . The dentists complain of hard timas, but hope to "pull through." All things are systematized now-a-days. Even every milk-train has its cow-cateh er. "This is the rock of ages,"saicl the fath er, rocking two hours, and the baby still awake. The merchants take great "pan's" to display their marvelous collection of dress goods. A chiropodist announces on his cards that he has. removed corns from several of the crowned heads of Europe. Shakspeare's "Seven Ages of Man." —Mess-age, lugg-age, sans-age, ramp-age, marriage, parent-age and dot-age. Thou rainest in this bosom," as the chap said when a basin of water was thrown over him by the lady he was serenading. Bergh, in his lecture at St. Louis, claim ed for the rat a higher place, so far as util ity is concerned that the gambler or thief holds. Writing a sketch of his life, an Irish man said that he early ran away from his father because he discovered that he was only his uncle. A letter from Chicago, dirented to the "best looking girl in Fairfax, Vt." was de livered to one selected by lot from' half a dozen claimants. It is said that if success in an under taking was proportioned to the earnestness brought to bear on it, a ben could run about eight hundred miles a day. At a prayer meeting in Maine, a few days ago, one of the members prayed, "Lord, thou knowest that Charles Tomp kins has sold poor boots to some of us.— Make him do the fair thing." "Have you seen my black-faced ante lope?" inquired Mr. Leoscope, who had a collection of animals, of his friend, Bottle jack. "No, I haven't. Whom did your black-faced aunt elope with?" A little boy asked a lady friend of his mother's who made her teeth. She replied, "God." "Well," remarked the young hopeful. "Dr. Freeman made mother's, and they beat yours by a darned sight." "My dear," said a husband to his wife; on observing new red striped stockings on his only heir, "why have you made bar ber's poles out ()four child's legs ?" '-Be cause he is a little shaver," was the neat reply. When Arthur was a very small. boy his mother reprimanded him one day for some misdemeanor. Not knowing it, his father began to talk to him on the same subject. Looking up in his face, Arthur said, sol emnly, "my mother has 'tended to me." Accuracy is desirable. But the Indi ana editor who quoted a familiar camp meeting hymn as follows : "Ten thousand thousand (10.000,0001 are their tongues, But all their joys are one (1). carried his loin ofaccuracy to excess. A gentleman speaking of a friend who was prostrated by illness, remarked that "he can hardly recover, since his constitu tion is all gone." "If his constitution is all gone," said a by-stander, "I don't see how he lives at all." "0," responded the wag "Ile lives on the by-laws." A little boy was recently presented with a toy trumpet, to which he became greatly attached. One night, when he was about to ba put in his 'little bed," and was rea dy to soy his prayers, he banded thetrum pet to his grandmother, saying, "Here gran'ma you blew while I pray." The young orator in Illinois, who, in• a recent speech, threatened to "grasp a ray of light from the great orb of day, spin it into threads of gold, and with them weave a shroud in which to wrap the whirlwind whioh dies upon the bosom of our Western prairies," has concluded it wouldn't pay. A little boy and girl had been cautioned never to take the nest-egg when they gath ered the eggs : but one evening the girl reached the nest first, seized on the egg, and started for the house. Her disap pointed brother followed, orying, "Mother ! mother! Susy, she's been and got the egg the old hen measured by." Officers of the Signal Bureau are sick to death of the stale jokes visi'ors to their office get off on the "Clerk of the Weather" "Old Probabilities," and the like, at a re ception at the house of the chief, General Meyers, one of them defied a lady to say anything original on the subject. "In view of the recent wet weather, has no one" she asked, "traced the connection between mud and Meyers ?" It was admitted no one had. It is stated that a wealthy Boston gentle man met a prominent Judge in the street a few days since and said : "Judge, I sup pose you believe that I am a sane man ?" "Certainly," replied the Judge, "but why ?" "I have made my will to-day and I didn't know but some fifth cousin would swear I was non-compos.ntentis, and so. I wanted high judicial authority for my san ity." It won't do to contest. that will 1 while Judge X. lives. A foreman on a certain railroad asked the superintendent for a pass, which l►e declined to give, saying: "The company employ you, and you get so much for your services, and there our trade ends. If you were to work for a farmer for a dollar a day, and wanted to go to Saratoga, would you expect him to hitch up his team and take you there for nothing?" The fore man answered, "No, sir ; but if he had his team hitched up, and was going direct ly to Saratoga, I should think he was a d—d hog if he didn't let me ride." Douglas Jerrold's "spittoons for two," though a very good joke, has been thrown into the shade by an eminent professor in one of our colleges, who recently remarked to the senior class that, if it was necessary for them to spit so much, be wished they would bring spittoons to the recitation rcom. Accordingly, at the next recita tion, in marched the sedate seniors, each bearing a spittoon, which, as they sat down, were deposited at their feet. The professor not in tho least disconcerted, pa tiently conducted them through the lesson and at its close said : °•I am very glad, gentleman, to see that you are so atten tive to my wishes; and, as there is some danger of your spittoons being broken or lost between recitations, you may carry them to your rooms at such times—bring ing them with you whin you come to re cite again." It is needless to remark that the members of the class saw that the point of their joke was most decidedly in favor of him of the spectacles and lore. NO. 3 g4oural the tirtsitit. By the Shore of the River. Through the gray willows the bleak wind. are raving Hereon the shore with its drift-wood and sands; Over' he river the lilies are waving. Bathed in the sunshine of Orient lands; Over the river, the wide, dark river Spring-time and Sommer are blooming foreve: Herr, all alone on tho ro:dts, I ant sitting, Siting and w •i: ing—iny comrades all gone= Shadows of trit.tery drearily flitting, Over the surf with its sorrowful moan, Over the river, the strange, cold river, Ah! must I wait for the Boatman forever? Wife and children and friends were around me, Labor and rest were ns wings to my soul ; Honor and love were the laurels that crowned me Little I reeked how the dark waters roll, But the deep river, the gray, misty river, All that I lived for has taken forever! Silently came a black boat o'er the billow. ; Stealthily grated the keel on the sand; Rustling footsteps were heard through the willows; There the dark Boatman stood, waving his bend, Whispering, "I come, o'er the shadowy river; She who is dearest must leave thee forever." Suns that were brightest. and skies that were bluest Darkened ,nd paled in the message hebore, Year after year went the fondest, the truest, Following that beckoning hand to the shore, Down to the river, the cold, grim river, Over whose waters they vanished forever. Yet not in visiors of grief have I wandered ; Still have I toiled, though toy ardors have flown. Labor is manhood; and life is but squandered Dreaming vague dreatnn o: the future alone, Yet f. om the tides of the my,tical river Voices of spirits are whispering ever. Lonely and old, in the dusk I am waiting, Till the dark Boatman, with soft, muffled ear, Glides o'er the waves, and I hear the keel grating, See the dins, beckoning hand on the shore, Wafting me over the welcoming river . . To gard — ons and homes that are forever ! —Atlantic Jo , June. Glad Tidings of Great Joy You are a sinner, but 'Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, and did save the 'chief' of sinners. This was and still is his employ, for "the son of man came to seek and to save that which is lost." Your sins have been very numerous, but he can "blot out as a cloud your trangress ions, and as a thick cloud your sins.". Your sins have been very malignant, but he is able to "take away all iniquity." Guilty though you are, his blood "eleanseth from all sin." i our sins, have perhaps, been so great, that you almost despair of mercy, but remember, "he is able to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him. Your sins have, perhaps, been peculiar in their aggravation, because of your peculiar mercies, "Whosoever cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out ?" Your sins are every way so formidable that Satan tempts you to believe that you cannot come to Christ witheat a greater preparation, but "can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots ? Then may ye also do good that are accustomed to do evil." The probability of your salvation is becoming snore doubt:,,] while you delay. "Now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvaton. To-day. if von will hear his voice, hat, not your hearts: ----- -H e b as gone sp on h, and there intereWs in behalf of the transgressors. "See how he epreade his wounectl hands, And shows his wounded breast But, perhaps, some impenitent reader, who glances over this does not feel any guilt or any need of repentance. How then can Jesus ever be your Savior ? Himself said, "I come not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." Ah, dear reader, have you no sin, no rebellious thoughts against God, no hateful. malignant pass ions ? Have you committed no acts, in dulged no feelings that fill you with shame ? And why is it that you do not admire the lovely Savior? Why is it that your heart revolts against him, and refuses to have him reign over you ? Oh, yield thy hard rebellious heart to Jesus, that he may cleanse and save it. He is willing, he is ably to save you now. Then "Just new come to Jest's, Come to Jesus just now.' Great and Small Heroes. The daily fretting of business, the gall ing embarrassments of purposes crossed by the counter-purposes of others, are hard to bear, because we must bear them al- ' ways. Women, of all others, especially those who have the cares of housekeepinr , and the management of children, are sub ject to annoyances much more grievous, in the long run, than the greater sorrows of life. When the child cries, the father, unless he be a paragon of fathers, finds business suddenly calling him down town ; he remembers an important errand at Jones', that he had forgotten until the cross child refreshed his memory. The mother is a prisoner in har bedlam. and what wonder if sometimes the patience fail, and it; with some long-tried and heav ily burdened soul, heart and hope give out at last? The great heroes are those who have carried heaviest sorrows meekly, but those men who have endured daily contra dictions of people, and daily embarassment of circumstances with meekness; the great heroines are those women that, under the incessant wear and tear of little vexations,' have borne in obscurity, the flower of pa tience and the fruit of long suffering. In great trials there are compensations. All the world of our acquaintance is look ing at us, perchance, and the large stage upon which our fortitude of our integrity is exercised affords us some stimulus ; or, at least, our own egotism finds a satisfac tion in conscious heroism. But there is a meanness about liitle cares that shuts out this consolation. The great heroes are not .they to whom the world builds monuments, and whose memoirs stand on all our shelves. We stumble over their unmarked graves in every cemetery. Only God's transplanting shall reveal them in their glory. Submission to God's Will. I know no duty in religion more gener ally agreed on, nnr more justly required by God Almighty, than a perfect submis sion to his' will in all things ; nor do I think any disposition of mind can please him more, or becomes us better, than that of being satisfied with all he gives, ind contented with all he takes away. None, I am sure, can be of more honor to God, nor of more ease to ourselves. For, if we condsider him as our Maker, we cannot contend with him; if as our Father, we ought not to distrust him, so that we may not be confident, whatever he does is in tended for good ; and whatever happens that we interpret otherwi,e yet we can get nothing by repining, nor s,tve anything by resist ing.— Temple. WHETHER we are in the house of God, or not, depends not sonnuch upon where we arc, as in what condition we are.
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