AMERICAN VOLUNTEER. funiisnED' BVBaT tbousdat morning bx Jobn B. Brattou. terms, SoßSflitiPTios. —Orib Dollar and Fifty Cents, bald Id advance; -Two Dollars St paid within the voaW end Two Dollars and Fifty Cents, if not Said within tho. year. Those terms will bo ng fdlv adhered to In every instance. No sub scription discontinued until all arrearages arc fcald unless at the option of tho Editor. • Advebtiseurnts— Accompanied by the cash, and not exceeding one square, will bo inserted 'throe times for One Dollar, and twenty-five cents lor each additional insertion., Those of a great tor length in proportion, . ’ don-FniNTiNa—Sueli as TTanu-bllls, Postmg 'blllß, Pamphlets, Blanks, Labels, &c., &c., exe cuted with accuracy and at tho shortest notice. ftotilral. SUSSniNE OF TAB AEABT. 'Oh! don’t go sighing through tho world. There’s sunshine all tho way : If you’ll but do the acts that o’er Koflcct the blessed day. It glistens fn the grateful tear, That flows for kindly deed, And quivers in tho voico that sobs Its thanks, for help in need. And oft it*spoaks In radiant stnilus, At tones, tuned in the heart, And glldcth o’or the page of life With beams that ne’er depart. it dwelloth in tho loving look, That answers to our own. And swollelh up a spring of joy To selfish taste unknown. It smooths tho ragged ways of life. With carpets, soft and light, Woven of conscience free from frowns, And Impulse acted right. It cheers tho darkest hour on earth— Steals under sorrows deopi And oven smiles above tho path That loads to dreamless sleep. THE fANEEE LOVER'S SOLILOQUY. As thin as a hatchet I've grown, And poor as Job’s turkey, by golly I stand, like a scarecrow alone, Sad victim to love’s melancholy I I feel most confoundedly bluo, Ufa’s rose is turned into a thistle ; My sweetheart has turned out untrue, And sacked mo as slick as a whistle ! Though lively and keen ns a rat, And playful as any young kitten, She hag got the sharp claws of a cat, And has abow’d ’em to me thro’ tho mitten. Of our village girls she’s tho hollo, And plump as a partridge she grows Her lips for two cherries would sell— Her checks aro as red ns a rose! Like (wo bran now dollars her eyes, •Her nose is turned neater than wax, Her bosom with Venus’s vies, Her hair—it is liner than flux. I courted her day after day, In tho hope her affections to wjn, But ray trouble is all thrown away— Li)tb a iool, I have beon taken in! Lam laughed at by nil of our folks— They expected a wedding to follow, She turned out a tarnation hoax, Her heart, like a'pnmpkln, Is hollow ! As thin as a bean-pole I grow, And crabbed and cross as a bear, My heart—it Is lovo-crackcd, I know— I shall lie down and die in despair} Htetwtatniia.' UpilMO ON THE MISSISSIPPI. Thus, under this heading, discourses the ed itor of the New’ Orleans Christian Advocate, in a laic number of his paper: Our renders have heard of wooding on the Mississippi, gambling on the Mississippi, and even blowing up on the Mississippi. A trip on that famous highway introduced ns to whnt is not less than any of these a peculiarity—liquor ing on the Mississippi. Did you ever, reader, salt caUle on a lick log. or give vermifuge to a score of little ne groes on a plantation? Unless you have done both, you cannot conceive of a morning liquor ing scene on a Mississippi steamboat. It lakes the first to give yon an idea of the relish and the second of coining up to it one by one We rose early, and by accident drew a chair on the guards, where a full and inside view of the bar presented ilself. The bar-keeper knows the habits of his cus tomers singularly well. At certain times ho Strolls about—at others is constantly In attend ance. Like a surgeon, who, before going into an operation, has all Ins bandages, and line merits, and knives arranged and in reach, so Iho barkeeper did. Wo saw him do it. Here the sugar and (he ice, and there iho pick to break oil more small pieces from he lump when needed. The slop-tub, just under the counter,’ Tor passing tumblers through, is replenished— the corks arc drawn and fitted in easy—the fau cets m order. If, peradyenturo, a weak stom ach craves it, a lemon Is cut and laid by the squeezer. All ready, ho wipes oil Iho board bgain and again. Here comes a man in shirt sleeves, dry as a fish—takes a pull at the big bottle—goes back to bed. Nest one fills up the glass to taper point—works his lips together as his hand touches it—turns it round on the bottom— Stops it an appreciable part of a second, just before the final lilt into a dry and thirsty abyss that doubtless had swallowed a cotton planta tion in detail—seemed to see prismatic beauties ho held it sunward. Down it went, slow and easy. Took his chair near by and looked Mioughffully out on shore, vro wondering how innards feel. A man below the ordinary stature, but thick wearing calico pants and a loose linen coat leads the way with- two others, ono lookimr .seedy, tho other careless. They agree after consultation as to tho dram-don't seem hard to suit, and it works like a charm. They draw , two chairs close, qfbilo the third sits on the railing in front, and laugh and talk boisterous ly till breakfast. Next an elderly gentleman—looks rather shy —he is quick in his movements—has the change toady—wipes his mouth and is gone. A young man neatly dressed and hat on, saunters up and says, ‘•Cock-tail,” or some thing with a tail to it. Did you ever see a ccok-lall fixed up? It requires two glasses, hnd mixing requires ft genius. From ono to the other glass, right, left, left, right, up, down the sparkling fluid falls in a lengthening curve. It actually serins to rope—the liquor docs. At Inst it rests in one. It was a curiosity to glance at the gentleman who ordered that extra arti cle. lie toyed with it till wo feared tho foam that had been gofrmp with such effort,.would subside before ho got it down. Thev come thick and fast now—fortunate foresight in tho bar-keeper to have everything wlicrc hocanlay his hand on it. Young men eomo, very.young men, andmen old enough to better. Wo saw no father tauc up Ins ;son. They do these things apart. Ih some coses wo gainfully suspect that ft member of the Christian Church, feeling away from wit nesses and restraint, was indulging in on old appetite. ii .. r n _ n( l awhile a deck-hand would come to «c side-door near, and pulling out a bag with 8 0t a dram without ice, or sugar or JJ!lriahmci um^utci * lcao were most* variety iu all this dreadful unity is not BY JOHN B. BRATTON, VOL, 43, ; the least interesting fact. One comes for the. liquor and nothing else—gels it and gocs. ( An other likes the place, lounges about,, is in no hurry, and orders the dram .with an air of in difference. Tho concoction is not strong enough for this man, and ho says something to the bar-, keeper, who sprinkles something into it; that man throws down the drink at a gulp and throws a glass of water after it as though ho, had swallowed fire. One takes it apparently for his stomach’s sake sake, and don’t want to get tho taste of it on its woy there. Another seems to wish his throat was ns long as a fence rail, that he might tnsto it all the woy down. The ardent and pure stnfl is good enough for some, while others coax and combine the ele ments in every variety. (t A little popper to make It hot, A little ice to inoko it cool; A little water to make it weak, . A little brandy to make It strong i * A little sugar to make it sweet, A little effort to make it go down.” Verily, temerance has this strong hold of her enemy to take—a Mississippi steamboat. Dob and Charley. Bob and Charley grew side by side, Uko two fine young saplings In a wood, for some years. After awhile, however, the brothers wore sepa rated. Bob went to a large city, became a mer chant, grow rich, lived in a lino house, was a Bank Director, and an Alderman. His younger brother, pursuing n more modest but equally manly and elevated career, seldom met Bob du ring sonic years, and then only briefly at their tattler’s house, when there was o family gather ing at Thanksgiving, or onwomo other similar occasion. Once, when I chanced to see these young man together, thus I remarked that, while tho sisters of each clung around the neck of the unassum ing, but true-hearted, right-minded Charley, at his coming, and lost no opportunity-of being with him, the repellent manner of tho older brother hold more or less aloof, though none failed in polite observance towards him. Ego tistical and pompous, bo seemed to regard those about him as an inferior race. As hU brother and I sat talking together near a table on which wero refreshments, ho actually had tho rude ness (o roach between us foraglass, without tho slightest word or token of apology, with his arm so near his brother’s face as almost to touch it! Tboro was moro of shame than indignation ex pressed in that flue, Ingenuous countenance, when it again met my unobstructed gaze, and I thought I detected a slight tremor in tho sen tence ho uttered next In tho order of our con versation. Before my visit that day was at end, I found myself exceedingly embarrassed as an unwil ling auditor of a political discussion between Bob and his father which grow, at length, Into an angry dispute, little creditable to a least the younger of tho two word-combatants. As I stood In (he hull that night, awaiting my carriage, 1 saw Charley advance to the door of tho library, opening near, and knock lightly.— Tho voice of his aged father bade him enter. Opening the door, tho young man, taking bin hat quite off, and bowing almost reverentially, said only, “I bid you good night, sir,” and'qul _Qi|y closed it again. When they turned towards "me, thufe* was almost &• w omhu’aT' softaoVr hV eyes that would have looked undiramed upon (ho fiercest foe or deadliest peril. Think you tho Recording Angel flew tip to Heaven’s high Chan cery with a tbstomouy of (hat day’s deeds ami w onls 1 ’ “ Once after fids, Charley hud occasion to visit (he city where Bob resided. Breakfast oyer at bis hotel, ho sallied forth to call on Bob, at his own.house, attend, subsequently, to other matters. Uo was shown info an elegant drawing-room, where the master of tho mansion sat rending a newspaper. Without rising, he offered his hand, coldly, and before inviting his visitor to sit, took occasion to say that bis wife’s having an en gagement to spend tho day out of town would prevent Ids Inviting Ids brother to dine I As Charley descended tho steps of his broth er’s stately mansion, at (ho termination of his brief call that day,'ho silently registered a vow never again to cross his threshold, unless Im pelled by Imperative duty. And yet Bob is not only a rich merchant, an Alderman, and a Dunk Director, but a man of fashion I (£7* Money Is a queer institution. It buys provender, satisfies justice, and heals wounded honor. Everything resolves itself into cosh, from stock-jobbing to building churches.— Childhood craves pennies, youth aspires to dimes, manhood is swayed by tho mignty dol lar. Tho hlackmsmilh swings tho sledge, the lawyer pleads for his client, and tho judge de cides the question of life and death for his sala ry. Money makes the man, therefore the man must make money, if lie would be respected by fools, for the eye of tho world looks through golden spectacles. It buys Brussels carpets, lace curtains, gilded cornices and rich furni ture, and builds marble mansions. It drives us to church in splendid equipages and pays tho rent of tho best pew. It buys silks and jewels for my lady—it commands tho respect of gaping crowds and insures obsequious atten tion. It enables ns to bo charitable, to send Whies to tho heathen, and relievo domestic in digence. It gilds the ragged scenes of life and spreads over tho rugged path of existence 'a velvet cerpet soft to our trend, the rude scenes of turmoil ore encased hi a gilt frame. It bids care vanish, soothes the anguish of the bed of sickness, stops short of nothing save the grim destroyer, whose relentless hand spares none, but levels all mortal distinction, and teaches poor, weak humanity that it is but dust.— Thus wealth pauses on tho brink of eternity, tho beggar ami the millionaro rest side by side beneath the sod, to rise in equality to answer the final summons. Rowland Hill rode a great deal, and by cxerciec preserved vigorous health. On ono oc casion. when asked by a medical friend what physician and apothecary ho employed to be ni roPliod—“My .physician has J"T bccn a ll0 ™. and my apothecary an ID* The woman who undertook to scour tho mods, has abandoned tho Job owing to tho ngh price of soapsuds. The last that was heard of her, she was skin ling the seas. [D*Thc Lookport(N. Y.) Courier says a Dutchman went into thoNlngro County Bank on Monday to make a deposit, having a num ber of Spanish quarters among Ida funds. Tho teller politely informed film that they could take them for only twenty cents. The Dutch man looked up in astonishment, and said: "I save ’em because do bills break ; note by tam dc silver break too. u IC/MVinchcll, tho humorist, tells ft story of a‘dog which undertook to jump across a well in two jumps. There arc a great many peo ple just like that dog—folks who think they can jump across a well in two jumps. They that undertake it usually “bring up" down in tho water. DCTThcro is a great dlflcrcnco between talk ing ond acting. Tho men who promise tho most and talk the loudest, nro tho men wl\o flinch at the moment of need, and turn a c6ld shoulder. ,i Slnrlin Luther. A coarse, rugged, plebeian face it was, with great crags of check bones—a wild amount of passionate energy and appetite ! But in bis dark eyes were floods of sorrow, and deepest melancholy, sweetness and mystery were all there. And often did they seem to meet in Lu ther the very opposite poles in a man’s charac ter. He. for example, of whom Richter had said that his words were half battles, be. when he first began to preach, sulforcd unheard-of agony* “0, Dr. Staupitz,” said be to the vicar gen eral of his order, "i cannot do it. I shall die in three months. Indeed, I cannot do it.” Dr. Stanpitz, a wise and considerate man, said, upon this: “Well, Sir Marlin, if you must dlo, you must; but remember that they need good heads up yonder too. So preach, man, preach, and then live or die, as it happens.’ 1 So Luther preached, and lived, and he be came, indeed, one great wlmlwlnd of energy to work without resting in this world: and also before he died, he wrote very many books —books in which the true maw was—Tor in tho midst of all they denounced and cursed, what touches of tenderness lay ! Look at the table talk, for example. Wo sec in it a little bird, having alighted at sunset on a bough of a tree that grew in Luther's garden. Luther looked up at it, and said; “That lit tle bird, how it cowers down its wings, sleeps there so still and fearless, though over it arc the infinite starry spaces, and the great blue depths of immensity ! Yet it fears not—it is at home. The God that made it too is there The same gentle spirit of lyrical admiration is in other passages of his books. Coming home from Lcipsie in the autumn season, he breaks forth in living wonder at (he Helds of corn. “How it stands there,” ho says, “erect on its beautiful taper stem, and bending its beau tiful golden head—in it the bread of man sent to him yet another year !’’ Such thoughts ns these are as IHUc windows through which wo see into the interior of the serene depths of Martin Luther’s soul, ami see visible, across its tempest and clouds, a whole heaven of light and love. He might have paint ed, he might have sung—could have been beau tiful-like Raphael, great like Michael Angelo. As it was, the streams of energy and modesty and energy met in his active spirit. Perhaps, indeed, in oilmen uf his genius, one quality strongly developed might force out other quali ties. Hero was Lmhnr, n savage kind of a man, ns people thought him—a wild Orson of a man—a man whose speech was ordinarily a wild torrent that went tearing down rocks and trees—and behold him speaking like a woman or child ! —Records of the Great. Napoleon in Dcalb. Death had marvellously improved the nppcnr-' ance of Napoleon, ond every one exclaimed when the face was exposed, “Ilow very beauti ful !”~for all present acknowledged;, that they had never seen a finer or a more regular and placid countenance. Thebeaiitybf life delicate XtaXiau.|siM«m > pa&qt Ur*highpsUriud/ \SkJtsfr. the exquisite serenity of their expression/was In the most striking contrast with tho recol lections of his great actions, impetuous charac ter, nnditurbulcnt life. /Vs during his eventful career there was’much of the mysterious and inscrutable about him, so, even after death, Bonaparte's inanimate remains puzzle and a mystery, for notwithstanding his groat sufferings and the usual emaciating elleut of the malady that destroyed him, tho body was enormously fat. The frame was as unsus ceptible of material disintegration oa the spirit had been indomitable. Over tho breast bone, which is generally only thinly covered, there was a coal of fat an inch and a half thick,*and on the abdomen two inches, whilst tho omen tum, kidneys, and heart, where loaded with fat. Tho last organ was remarkably stand and the muscles flabby, in contradiction to our ideal associations, and in proof of thcsccmimg paradox, it is Impossibly to be a very grcai man with a very little heart. Tho scat of the malady of which he died was his stomach, which was ulcerated all over like a honey comb. Several peculiarities were noticed about the body. Jlc appeared at some time to have had an issue opened in the arm, and there was o slight marie like a wound in the log. The chcsi was not ample, and there was something like feminine delicacy in tho roominess of the arms and smallness of tho hands and feet.— The head was large in proportion to tho body, with a fine, massy forehead. —Lit Miscellany. react), How beautiful is peace—at the home hearth, in society, in tho nation, and over nil the earth! Obliterator of feuds, washer out of blood-stains, and uniter of tho world’s races in loving broth erhood ! Six thousand years—since Cain smote his brother at tho altar, tho corlh has travailed with war, and The chief landmarks spared by the ogeff have been trophies of fero cious conquest. Ruin and terror have swept over hills, and valleys, and seas; and humanity, 1 born with so noble and glorious visage, has walked a perturbed and terrible spirit in this erst earth-garden and paradise of God. Peace, which should have been the companion of man, and tho insplrcr of beauty and joy, has only flashed ut brief and wide intervals through tho cloud and storm of earth’s life. But it will not —it cannot bo forever thus! Tho war of hu ; inanity with itseli—its suicidal strife—its es trangement from its original nature, ami from God. cannot always last. Eighteen hundred years ago, ono came upon tho earth, heralded by angels, who song, “ Peace on earth and good will unto men.” And tho prophecy of thntsong must fiilly Como to pass. The unnatural war among men, societies, and nations must cense. Slowly, but certainly, the cloud and tempest will roll back, unveiling tho clear and serene sky—and humanity, self-bound, like Prome theus to his rock, will shake off tho vulture which tortures it to agony. Peace will come to all iho earth, for God has sent a token, find given promise of it. Then shall a divine-dove ily out from the human ark, over the wide sea of the world’s ruin, plucking a fadeless olive leaf, nnd the bow of promise slmjl be set in .tho heavens, that tho blood of War’s desolation shall no more cover the earth I Died at tiir Post op Dutv.—lt is said (hat the engineer in charge of the train which was precipitated in the Desjardin's Canal, near Hamilton, O, W,, whistled “on brakes,” and while endeavoring to avert the catastrophe, went down- with the engine. Instead of at tempting to escape at tho first warning, he re inatned at the post of’duty, and sacrificed his life in a noble effort to save, others. ID” "Jock, did you carry that umbrella home that I borrowed yesterday ?" ■ “No, father; you have often told roe lay up something for a rainy day, and na I thought it would ram bolero long, 1 have laid tho umbrel la up." O*A gentleman advertising for a wife says: “It would bo well if tho Jody ,worO possessed of a competency sufllclcnt tb secure her against' excessive grief, in case of Occident occunng to her companion." "OUR COUNTRY—KAY IT ALWAYS RIGHT OR WRONG, OUR COUNTRY.” ; _ '■ 'tit- • ■ CARLISLE, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 9,1857, A SinbbotASlriplinj.' “Once upon tt time’Vn, big, strapping, awk ward youth, fresh frppi Vermont, entered the Bummer Academy aV.Byficld, Maas., for a share of education, wbj.cU is doled out at this temple of Minerva, ab prices. At that lime—wo know how it is at present— the boys and girls were kept in one apartment, only the middle; them. One day, this Vermont stnpling,. who had just been helping one of the girs through a hard sum lie was cute on cyphering—thought it no more than fair that he should;tako 101 l for his valua ble services; accordingly ho threw his stalwart arm around Ibo and gave her a sly but rousing smafclc, which startled the whole assembly.,. ; ,J}\ “Jedediah Tower,Epmo up hero!” roared the preceptor. ' ’■>«,£* The. delinquent apfeitird, his face glowing with blushes like a red hot warming-pan, and looking as silly, as a^ubny-' “Hold out sir !” said the peda gogue. *Tll teach to’act ,thus in this institution.” The huge paw was attended in a horizontal line towards the inslraptor, who surveyed its broad surface’ with- p fpSlbcnmlical eye, calcu lating how many strokes of his small ferule it would take to cover number of square inches which it contn|i)^cl. “Jedediah,” at lengtnVho said, “this is the first time that you hw been called up for de linquency; now, sir, you will say that you arc sorry for what,yofcbavo done, I will let you oil' this time wilhoutpanishracnt.” “Sorry,"‘ cxcliiniett ihb youngster, striking an attitude of pride tmd indignation; “sorry! No.sfrf Xam /And X will do jest so again cf I liev a chari&V- So; puton, old fuller, jest as hard as you llac. -By the jumpin' Jc hosiplmt! I’d stand Jiefc and let you lick me till kingdom kum afittp I’d be sorry at that— by thunder, I would)?'— Boston Post. Truth is PowEßf* Sbmo men say that “wealth Is power," that “knowledge Is power." AbOVo*Vf(ftu all, I would assert that ‘‘Truth is powpri" ' cannot pur chase—talent cunnot'Jflfhtc—knowledge cannot overreach—authorlfyvoinnot sllonco lier: tKy all, like Felix, trorabfeat her presence. Fling her in tho most tremdmoua billows of popular commotion; cast horltito. tho seven-fold hunted furnace of thoiymril'iivroth: she mounts aloft in the ark upon tho sagfuit of tbc dohigo—she walks with tho Son bfGod untouched through the conHagratlon. Sun is tho ministering spirit which sheds on man file bright and indeafnioti hio principle ot life, Bght and glory, which is given by his mighty Author to animate, to illu mine and to insplrotho immortal soul, and which, like himself, itfsame yesterday, to day, and forever.'.* *"AVhon wealth, and talent, and knowledge, and Authority—when earth it self shall have passed away, Truth shall rise,- like tho angel of Mapoah’s sacrifice, upon tho flame of nature's funeral pyre, and ascend to her sourso, her heaven aqd her homo—tho,boJ som of tho holy and ifebrnal God. • Factory Life. —Thjo Boston Bee has tho fol lowiDg--dcmr>plydn,Jix»l r 4old<