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BEARIGHT, Den r- I I _.„ T From the Baltimore of Dental r * Office at the residence of nls rnother EastjEouther Street, three doors below Bedford 5 Carlisle, Penno* Doo.l 1805.. mts anft fflaiiH B E B H A BBI.VAI or ALL TBE A JSTT STYLES OF V hats and caps. y Ttio subscriber baa Just opened at Wo. 15 Worth r Qanover Street, a few doors North or the Carlisle iJDeoostt Bunk, one of tho largest and best Stocks Jat HATS and CAPS ever offered In Carlisle. ■■ SHk Hats, Casslraere of all styles and qualities, 3mif Brims, different colors, and every descrip tion of Soft Huts now made. _ 4 The Uunkard and Old Fashioned Brush, con iLtautly on hand and made to order, all warrant i*l to give satisfaction. - • , :• a full assortment or >5 0 ENTS. gC BOY’S, AND & CHILDREN’S. . £ HATS. }\ aave also added to my Stock, notions of differ" Teat kinds, consisting of I<3 LADIES’ AND GENTLEMEN’S STOCKINGS' tfecKites, Suspenaeri, Collars, Gloves, , Pencils. 2hread, ' Sewing Silk. Umbrellas, 4co PEIME BEQABB AND TOBACCO ALWAYS ON HAND. *3ive me a call, and examine my Block as I feel ionlldont of pleasing all, besides saving you mo °6y- JOHN A. KELLKIt, Agent, No. 16 North Hanover Street. (Jot. DOT. . , jJATS AND CAPS 1 ; DO YOU WANT A NICE HAT OB CAP 7 If so, don’t Kaili to call ov J J. a. GALLIC. ? NO. 29. WBSI MAIN STRbET. Where can bo seen the finest assortment ol > HATS AND CAPS ever brought to Carlisle. He lakes great pleas, -.vuero In Inviting his old friends and customers, •‘/find all new ones, to his splendid Just re i’&llved from New York and Philadelphia, con iaistlnglnpartofflne , • If BILK AND CASSIMERE HATS, Tjlmiaca an endless variety or Hats and Caps ol ■ iahe latest style, all ol which ho will sell at the tSrtM Price. Also, his own manufacture - ‘Sy Hats always on hand, and . '3 HATS MANUFACTURED TO ORDER. : « Ho has tho best arrangement for coloring Hats skud all kinds of Woolen Goods, Overcoats, Ac., ot :M,he shortest notice (as he colors every week) and Sou the most reasonable terms. Also, a nne lot ol « choice brands of | TOBACCO AND CIGARS, t always on hand. Ho desires to call theattentlon. to persons who have « COUNT RYFUKS * ; i lo sell, us he pays the highest cash prices for lie S < ’ Give him a call, at tho above number, bis iltl \ ; »taud, oa he fools confident ofglvlng entire satts ' faction. ’ Oct.lWO.. iflunxlmu. s?c. 94? ' H I JAMES OAMjfBELL. | W. F. HENWOOD. CAMPBJELIT& hjenwoob, PLUMBERS, GAS AND STEAM FITTERS, No. 18 North Hanover St., CARLISLE, ;P A. BATHTUBS, WATER CLOSETS, WASH BASINS, HYDRANTS. LIFT AND FORCE PUMPS, CISTERN AND DEEP WELL PUMPS. GAS FIXTURES, UAS SHADES AND GLOBES Ac., Hl 25. 1887.—2 y VrOTICE.—AII persons Indebted to the 1\ undersigned, are hereby notified to call and settle the same before October 1,1871, or the same will be given Into tbo hands of a collector for collection. . ISAAC LIVINGSTON. Aug.5,1871-tf ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE-No tlco la.hereby given that letters of Admin tlon.on the estate of Henry Snider, late of worth Middleton township,deceased, have been granted to the undersigned, residing In the same township. All persons Indebted to the said estate are requested to make payment Imme aiately, and those having claims against the estate will also present them for settlement. SOLOMON SNIDER, PHILIP SNIDER, , July 27, 1871—6t,* ®be American Balnnteer BY BRATTON & KENNEDY, fßrtilcal. QNE MILLION OF LIVES SAVED It Is one of the remarkable facts of this re* markable ago- not merely that so many versons are th&vlotlms of dyspepsia or indigestion, but Its willing victims. Now, we would not bo un derstood to say that any one regards dyspepsia with favor, or feels disposed to rank it among the luxuries of life. Far from iu Those who have experienced Its torments would scout such an idea. All dread It, and would gladly dispeni-o with Its unpleasant famlliaritletfa MarkTaploy who was Jolly umler-nll the trying olrcumstan -Bes'ltrwhiclrho was placed?never hod-an-attack. of dyspepsia, or his Jollity would have speedily forsaken him. Men and women sometimes suffer its tortures uncomplainingly, bub whoev er heard of a person who enjoyed them 7 Of all the multifarious diseases to which the human system is liable, there Is perhaps no one so generally prevalent as dyspepsia. There are diseases more acute and painful, and which more frequently prove fatal, bht none, the ef fects of which are so depressing to thomlnd and so positively distressing to the uody. If there is a wretched being in the world it Is A CONFIRMED DYSPEPTIC. But It is not our Intention to dlscantohtl’o hor rors of Dyspepsia. To describe them truthfully Is simply an Impossibility, but it is possibly to point out a remedy. We nave said that dyspep sia is perhaps the most universal of human dis eases. This is emphatically the case in the United States.- Whether this general preva lence is duo to the character oi the food, the method of its preparation, or the hasty manner, in which it is usually swallowed, is not our pro vince to explain. The groat fact with wlUch we are called to deal is this: DYSPEPSIA PREVAILS almost universally. Nearly every other person you meet Is a vic tim, an apparently willing one. for wore this not the case, why so many f nff erers, when a certain, speedy and safe remedy Is within the easy reach of all who desire to avail themselves of It? But tho majority will not. Blinded bv preju dice, or deterred by some other unexplained In fluence. they refuse to accept tho relief profer ed them. They turn n deaf ear to tho testimony of the thousands whose sufferings have been al leviated, and with strange Infatuation, appear to cling with dt sperato determination to their ruthless tormentor. But says a dyspeptic: What Is this remedy? to which we reply; This great.a!levlator of human suffering Is almost as widely known as the English language. It has allayed the agonies of thousands, and is to-day carrying comfort and encouragement to thou sands or others. This acknowledged panacea Is none other than Dn. HOOFLAND’S GERMAN BITTERS. Would you know more ol the merits of tbla wonderful medicine than can bo learned from the experience of others? Try Itfcyourself, and when ft has failed to fulfil.the assurance of its efficacy given by the proprietor, then abandon faith in It. LET IT BE REMEMBERED, first of all, that Hoofland’s. Gorman Bitters Is not a rum beverage. .’ They are not alcohollo In any sense of tho term. They are -composed wholly of the pure Juice or vital principle of roots, This Is not a more assertion. The extracts - from which they are compounded are prepared by one of the ablest German olmmlstn. Unlike Any other Bitters lu the market, they are wholly free from spirituous Ingredients. The objections which hold with so much force against preparations of this class, namely—that a desire for intoxicating drinks Is stimulated by their use, are not valid. In tho cose of tho German Bitters. So far from encouraging or incnlatlug a taste or desire for Inebriating beverages, it may be confidently ns* sorted that their tendency is In a diametrically opposite direction.* Tholr efforts can be . BENEFICIAL ONLY In all cases of tho biliary system. ’ Hoolland’i German Bitters stand without an equal, acting promptly and vigorously upon the Liver, they lemove Its torpidity and cause healthful secre tion of bile—thereby supplying the stomach with the most indispensable, elements of sound digestion In proper proportions. They give tone to the stomach—stimulating Its functions, and enabling It to perform ite duties os nature de signed It should do. They impart vigor and strength to the entire system, causing the pa*, tlept to feel like another being—ln fact, giving him a new lease of life. THEY PURIFY THE BLOOD, cleansing the vital fluid of all hurtful impuri ties aud supplying them with the elements of genuine healthfulness. In a word, there Is scarcely a disease In which they cannot bo safely and beneficially employed; bnt in that most generally prevalent distressing and dread ed disease. Dyspepsia, THEY STAND UNRIVALED. Now, there are certain classes of persons to whom extreme liters are not onxy unpalata ble, but who find it impossible to take.them without positive discomfort. For such . Dn. HOOFLAND’S GERMAN TONiO has been specially prepared. It Is intended for use whore a slight alchohol stimulant is requir ed In connection with tho well-known Tonic properties of the' pure German Bitters. This Tonic contains all the Ingredients of.tbeßlttert, blit so flavored as to remove the extreme bitter ness. This preparation Js not only palatable, hut combines, In modified form, all the virtues of the German Bitters. The solid extracts of some of Nature’s choicest restoratives are held. In solution by a spirituous agent ot the purest quality. In cases of languor or excessive dabll- Ity, whore the system appears to have become exhausted of Us encodes. HOOFLAND’S TONIO acts with almost marvelous effect. It not only stimulates the flogging aud wasting energies, but Invigorates and permanetly strengthens Its action upon tho Liver and Stomach thorough* perhaps less prompt than the Bitters, when the same quantity is taken Is none the less certain.’ Indigestion, Bllliousness, Physical or Nervous Prostrotlon, rleld readily to Ita potent Influence. - It gives the invalid 9 new and stronger bold upon life, removes depression of spirits, and in spires cheorfuldess. It supplanlaMhe pain of disease with the ease and comfort of perfect health. It gives strength to weakness, throws despondency to the winds, and starts the re stored Invalid upon a now and gladsome career. But Dr. Hoofland’s benefactions to the human race are not confined to hls celebrated . GERMAN BITTERS, or his invaluable Tonic. He has prepared an other vnedlolne, wolch Is rapidly winning Its way to popular favor because of Its intrinsic merits. TblsJs HOOFLAND’S PODOPHYLLIN PILLS, a perfect sabstltule for mercury, without any .of mercury’s evil qualities. These .wonderful Pills, wljlch are Intended to act upon the Liver, are mainly composed',©! Podophyllln, or.tho, VITAL PRINCIPLE OF THE MANDRAKE ROOT. .Now wo desire the render to distinctly under stand that this extract of the Mandrake is many times more powerful than the Mandrake Itself. It la the medicinal virtues of this health-giving plant In a perfectly pure and highly concentra ted form. Hence ft Is that two of the Podophyl iln Pills constitute a fall dose, while anywhere six to eight or a handful of other preparations of the Mandrake are required. The Phodophyl lln ACTS DIRECTLY ON THE LIVER. stimulating Its functions and causing It tomaha its biliary secretions in regular and proper quantities. The Injurious results which invari ably follow the use of mercury is entirely avoided by their use. But it Is not upon the Liver only that their powers are exerted. The extract of Mandrake contained In them Is skill fully combined with four other extracts, one of which acts upon the stomach, one upon the up per bowels, one upon the lower bowels, and one prevents any gVlpfng effect, thus producing a pill that Inflences the digestive and alimentary sys tem, Ir an equal and harmonious manner, and Its action entirely free from nausea, vomiting or griping pains common to all other purgatives. Possessing these much desirable qualities, the Podopbylliu becomes invaluable as a FAMILY MEDICINE. No household should be without them. They are perfectly safe, require but, two foranordlna-, rv dose, are-prompt and efllcleut In action, and when used In connection with Dr. Hodflnnd’s, Oorman -Bitters, or Tonlo, may bo regarded as certain specifics In all oases ofLlverCompldlnt, Dyspepsia, or tiny of .the disorderulo Whfdn tlio system is ordinarily suhJec. The ' PODOPHYLLIN PILLS, act upon the stomach and bowels, carrying off improper obslruolions, while the Bitters or nio purify the blood, strengthen and Invigorate the frame, give tone ond appetite to the stom ach, and thus build up tbeiuvalld anew. Ur. Hoofl.and, having provided Internal reme dies for diseases, has given the world one main j, ly for external application, In the wonderfu preparation known as 1 * DH. HOOKLAND’S GREEK OIL. This GUIs a sovereign remedy for pains and aches of all kinds. Rheumatism, Neuralgia. Toothache, Chil blains, Sprains, Burns, Pain In the Back and Loins. Ringworms. &c.. all yield to its external application. The number oPcures effected by It is astonishing and they are -Increasing oyory day. Taken Internally, ills a cure for Heart-burns, Kidney Diseases, Sick Headaches, Colic, Dysen tery, Cholera Morbus, Cramps, Pains In the Btomach, Colds, Asthma, &o. The Greek Oil Is composed entirely of healing gums and essential oils. The principal engredl eut Is an oily substance, procured in the South ern part of Greece. Its effects os a destroyer of Enin are trnly magical. Thousands have been oneiltted by it bubo, and a trial by those who are skeptical will thoroughly convince, them of its inestimable value. These remedies will bo sent by express to any locality, upon application to the Principal Office, at the German Medicine Store, No. 031 Arch Bt., Philadelphia. SST-These remedies are for sale by dnigglstsi storekeepers, and medicine dealersev«ry where. Chas. M. Evans, Formerly 0. M. JACKSON & 00. poetical DT CAUL KENNEDY. I have waited Jor thy coming Many years; And my heart Is tossed and tortured' With its rtars. In ulght-vlslpns I behold thee ‘ •.■'-Purtiwayr'’”'—.^—7 — —- And I wake to love* thee only, "'AlLthoday. * Time, the wrecker and destroyer, Down the alt Sifts the white sand through his fingord, On my hair. To the borders of life's winter „ Drawing nigh; And tfio harvest moon Is fading i From the sky. Through the summer woods I've wondered All alone, With a weight upon my spirit Like a stone. I have sown beside all waters— Loving In.the shadow and the sunshine. Warm and free. I had hoped to reap right early - Something sweet, And a something that would make My homo complete. Love was given, nothing doubting, Lavishly; Strong and constant, nover changing, As the sea. 1 am sad, and I am lonely— Weary, too; If. there’s truth outside of Heaven, Thou art true. And I’ll wait as I have waited, Evermore, f For the music of thy footstep At my door. Ipsallairaw. THE WIDOW. WALCOTT. BY AUGUSTA UAIiNKI), Elder Bruce ought to get up a revival. We’ve had a kind of spiritual drought here for more than .three years. Folks are as luke-warm as they can be ;■ and over to Bradshaw they’ve had such a refreshin’ time, I declare Its been like the dew on Hermon. It does seem as though we ought to bestir ourselves, for Buokville, and Spaulding, and Marrylll havo all had first-rate revivals since the last protracted meeting was held here— and they ain’t nothing like as Influential churches as our’n. Not one of ’em has got red moreen cushions and banging lamps. And I eay to my husband : ‘HI , rhm. what does It signify If sinners’ bod ies does set easy, If their souls are in the gall of bitterness and the bonds of iniqui ty?’ I'd like to have something that would prick the unconverted up to n sense of their guilt.' Ahem I Mlhs Wal cott, I believe you. don’t belong to our connection.’ •No,’ replied the widow, gently, as she sat on the highest step of her hack stoop, shelling peas for dinner; ’but I.hear Ei der Bruce preach every Sunday, and I like him very mueh.’ •I dare say you do,’ returned Mrs. Spangler, rooking hard in the low, splint bottomed chair the widow had given her, and making it creak, I Wo all like him. Husband and me set great's tore by him and tho truth is, we were the first that was in favor of getting him here, and I guess he knows how much he owes us- I don’t believe the elder could get along If lie didn’t have husband td advise him. He’s looked up to os much as any man in thecommnnity,lfldosay it,as hadn’t ought'to do; and, as for my daughter, Mlnervy, since hia wife died, she’s been the Eldar’s right hand. She's taken the lead In the Sunday school, and sung in the choir, and had a hand.in everything. Folks do say olie’ll go to the' parsonage one of these days, but laws* I don’t pay no attention to such nonsense. If the el der and she wants to make it up between ’em, its nobody’s business. But still, I do say that I think the Elder ought to get up a revival.’ ' ‘Perhaps,’ returned the Widow Walcott, in the same mild tone, ‘he thinks reviv als are dependent on the will of God. The spirit, it is said, 'goeth .where it iiateth,’ and no such awakening could be lasting in Us effects unless there had been a previous preparation of the spirit.’ ’Them may be the views you hold lu your denomination, Mrs. Walcott; but for my part I think the old dry bones need a geod shaking up now and then.— Sinners inuat be made to tremble. Elder Eiokets can do it. Wherever he goes there’s a glorious outpouring; and when I think of it, it does seem as though tile Elder ought to ask Brother Ricketts to come and help him hold a course of meet ings. They’ve had fifty new members added to the church up in Putney—some of ’em were children not more than ten years old, and some were real old case hardned sinners; aud now they’re going to put in a new pulpit, with one of them fashionable low desks, made of rosewood. Dear me ! it does seem as though some thing ought to be done in our church.— We go dragging along in a half-dead-and alive way; and idiram and mehotb think that a good smart revival is all that is needed.’ , " ‘But don’t it often happen, Mrs Spang ler, that people fall away after such sea sons of excitement, and become ten times worse than Jhey were before—especially where they have been drawn Intp the church without any deepand Inatlugcon victiom ?’ And the widow rose and gath ered the pods Into her apron. *l'ra told,’ Jsheiaddcd, ‘that there’s more, drunken ness and profanity in Buokville and Spaulding than there wa» before the .pro tracted meeting. ‘O, what can you. expect of Buokville and Spaulding 1 They always was sinks of Iniquity,and you can’t make me think It don’t do 'em some good to have a rous ing'now and then, But we are different sort of folks. We think a good deal of ourselves, and bold our heads as high as the best. You haven’t been long enough in Sklttleton to learn all about ua, Mrs. Walcott ; and we’re ruther .slow about taking la strangers. . But I don’t think they have any reason to complain when they are took In.’ Mrs. Spangler rose to take her leave;— She had Just propped in for a morning chat, and for more than rn hour bad been seated on the,back stoop of the widow’s cottage, in the lazy transparent shadows that flickered down from the drooping boughs of a willow like the green mist from a fountain. There were morning glories anfiscarletrunners trained against the trellis work, and a bit of white mus- Iln curtain flutterlng.outfrom the sitting room window. There was a neat, little path running between borders to the gate; and the smell.of old-fashioned pinks and roses coming up pleasantly to tho nos trils; The widow got up too, holding the basin of peas she had been shelling In her hand. Her Skaker bonnet, with a little touch of black upon It, had slipped off, showing her soft,’ silky brown h«fr, with only hera and therea threadof gray. She was a little under the middle size, and •her large gray eyes had a peculiarly sln cereand candid glance. Widow Walcott’s youth hod passed away, hut she had not lost all the roundhess and softness and bloom of youth. She wore the plainest of black dresses, and there,was a pair of old gloves and a garden ttewel on the step, showing that she meant to weed in her .flower bed, when Mrs. Spangler should go away and let her. Mrs. Spangler did at last depart. She was stout,'and wore a long loose saque, which Increased her breadth of back, as she went swinging her arms down the Proprietor. WAITING. . ‘Fiddlesticks, Mlnervy! Don’t talk to me about considering Jillies, when tbe week’s ironingls behindhand,and there’s a batch of bread all burnt to a crisp on the kitchen table. It rlles.me if it is out of the Scripture, And you must take hold yourself and do that ruffled petticoat of your’n, It’s an awful pieceof work, and besides 1 know you relish your dinner as -weirras-moßt- rones, -vv non yon-nave plenty to eat and drink and wear, and don’t have to exert yourself to get it, you’re ready to consider the lillies, but 1 guess you’d play anotber tune If you was .bet up over tbe stove half the day, and 1 suffered from prickly heat every time you went into the kitchen- I never could un derstand what it means where it says in the Bible, ‘Take no thought for the mor row.’ What a pickle things would be in if we didn’t take thought for the morrow. I guess in them days folks didn’t have to get three meals regular, and there weren’t men folks coming round and scolding unless they bad their victuals op to tbe minute. Folks must have picked their living then along by the road. But I.was going to tell you, Mlnervy, that I’ve been into the Widow Walcott’s, and its my opinion she’s setting her cap for tbe el der. She’s one of them sly, quiet kind, that you never can know-; but it looks,to me as if she meant to get into tbe par sonage. And then she don’t seem quite sound in her religious views. I guess she’s a little sbakey on some doctrinal points—for when I spoke about a revival she didn’t seem to encourage it, and you know she has lived up Clinton way, where there’s a good many Universale; — I shouldn’t wonder if she’d been drawded in, Mlnervy. I must speak to the'elder and fee him know she ain’t quite sound.’ The Widow Walcott’s cottage stood exactly opposite the parsonage. It was a little, low, brown bouse, with a neat yard, bright with flowers, a large spreading maple tree at tbe gate, and a. tidy bit of kitchen garden, where the widow’s Sha ker bonnet migh t be seen at a very early hour of the morning. The parson had not yet called upon his neighbor, for she . was a camparativo stranger in Skittleton; and, like some others of his cloth, he was a poor visitor. But the parson's boys and •the widow’s little girl had got acquainted. The lads were fond of little Maryland delighted to give her a swing under the. tall trees, and to show her the tricks of their tame squirrel, and to let her help them in their huntforbens’ nests through the great old parsonage barn, whore swallows nested under the eaves. CARLISLE, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 24, 1871. shady village street. Mrs. Bpangler’s bouse stood on a corner lot. It was tall and staring from its coat of vivid white paint; and thsre were large, fan-shaped lattices In front for vines, but there were no vines upon them. There had been an attempt made at an ambitious mound for flowers, In the centre of the green plot; but It looked rather weedy and unprom ising. Neither Mrs. Spanglen nor Mi nerva had the knack for making flowers grow possessed by Mrs, Walcott. Butit was easy to see‘that Hiram Spangler was one .oftbo mostforehanded.men !n.SkltfJoMP.;, and, If anything had been needed topiove the fact, the now,, shiny, double carriage revealed by the open doors of the carriage bouse would have put all doubts to flight. Mrs. Spangler remembered that It was baking-dayj and that her, 'help. 1 was not to be depended upon. Bo she stepped round the house and looked In at the cul inary department. There was a cloud upon her face wheh she entered the rbom, where Minerva was busy with paste-pot and scissors covering some books for the Sunday school library. 'Hear me sudsl’ she cried, “There Glory Ann has gone and let the bread burn to a cinder, She will keep up a fire big enough to roast an ox, and when 1 speak to her about heating up the bouse at night, she vows there’s only, a spark In the kit chen. [Mrs. Spangler was not aware that the spark was six feet high', dressed In coat and trowaers.j T shall have to send her adrift, for she’s a perfect sozzle ; and then what are we going to do, with this great house to keep clean, and -company liable to come in upon us unexpected any minute?’ And she sighed, half wishing herself back in the little house where she had been accustomed to do berown work; before Hiram grew to be so well off. ‘La, mo,’ returned Minerva, snipping away leisurely at a sheet of paper, ‘you ought not to fret so about things. For my part, I’d bo content with a crust of bread. Just think what a beautiful ser mon Elder Bruce preached last Sunday about ‘Consider the lilies.’ The parson, a plain-featured, absent minded man, with near-sighted eyes, and an odd stoop in the shoulders, bad more than once noticed the little blue eyed, flaxen-haired girl that always seemed to have a gleam of sunshine about her, and coming out.bf, his shady dwelling, had given her now and then a friendly pat on the head with his big hand; and .when he learned that her name was Walcott had remembered that Widow Walcott lived across the street, and that he meant to call some day. But once among his books, such neighborly intentions slipped Ills mind. Sally Reynolds was acknowledged to be the smartest hired girl in Sklttleton, and she ruled supreme in the minister’s kitchen. It was generally supposed that the late Mrs. Bruce, who was a timed woman, not very strong In health had regarded Sally with awe; and she was certainly so regarded by the greater part of the village people. Even Mrs; Spang ler quailed a little before her sharp tongue and unwavering pluck. She kept the parsonage os neat as wax, and attended to all her master's bodily wants, and took good care of the boys, who were old enough not to render a mother’s care in dispensable. Every bright Monday morning Sally’s ‘wash’ was seen flutter ing oh the-line before other people were well out of bed, and soon after the mid day meal she spread her table and began ironing,, with the clothes—smelling of grass and clover—neatly rolled and pack ed Into the basket, and the ‘horse’ set out before the fire, to give a gentle airing to the parson's shirts. People came from a. distance to got Sally’s,recipe for yeast and learn her knack of clear starchiug.. On the afternoon of the day in question •theparson happened to look up from bis study-table, and glance out of the win dow opposite. He was following the windings of a discourse on Original Bin. •There were several large, serious looking volumes lying around him; and before him on the table were scattered some sheets of heavy sermon paper, covered with a legible but ungainly handwriting. He had pursued the doublings and twist ings of his subject until, when ho raised bis eyes, it seemed as though they fell on its veritable embodiment. Through a gap in the maple boughs ho could look into the widow’s little garden, and there she was, with her Shaker bonnet bobb ing about and her skirts fluttering In the chase; trying to drive an unruly pig out of ber omall enclosure. The gate stood wide open, but the perverse animal glanced past It, nnd.ndade a dash at the ourrimt bushes. The widow ran around oh the other side, but her bristly enemy would not stir. She looked over the picked fence in search of somebody to come and bead him off; but not a soul was stirring in the street. At last piggy started out of bis cover, and ran across the 'potato patch, breaking down two of the live bills of sweet corn which the widow possessed. The parson waited no longer, but at this Juncture seized bis hat and strode across the street to the wid ow’s relief. Alas I her one cucumber vine bad been trodden under the hoofs of the foe, and the bristly creature was now making a descent upon the cabbages.. ■You stand here by the gate, ma’ani, 1 said the'parson, ’and I’ll bead him off further down. It’s out of all order for the neighbors to let their pigs run in the street. I should like to know who owns this vicious cresturci He was away after the enemy, whose dodges and turqsgavehim a much worse chase than ‘Original Sin’ had done at the study-table. At one -moment be found himself In the weedy corner of the wid ow’s garden, behind a row of plum trees, and up to bis knees In burdock and apple Peru, The next Instance he was dash ing wildly after the miscreant into the middle of the lettuce bed, where the an imal turned suddenly; and giving an un expected lunge, dashed between the par son’s long legs, upsetting him complete ly and knocking bis glasses off bis nose. Then, leaving the elder sprawling there, on the soft, brown bed, piggy turnsd, as if satisfied with bis exploit, and, emitt ing a aeries of contented grunts, trotted out of the gate. Mrs. Walcott ran. to her champion's assistance, and off.red him hlsglasaea,i withoutwhiobho was'ill inostDliiid.' II o' bad already scrambled to bis feet, and was dusting his knees with bis pocket handkerchief, while something like a blush mounted his sallow cheeks. ‘I am very sorry you should have met with such an accident,! said the widow, in a soft voice, and- looking up at him with a pair of large gray eyes. ’ ‘O, I don’t mind being floored,’ returned the parson, while a quiver of humor pas sed over his plain fetures. ‘I have suff ered in that way from my doctrinal op ponents a good many times, and gener ally by some such scurvy trleks as that beast played upon me; but surely it is a pernicious thing to let pigs run loose In tbe street. There ought to be a fine for such offenses; and I’m afraid your gar den has been seriously damaged.’ Tbe offending pig, a long, vicious look ing ‘sbote’ had begun to feed quietly on weeds by the roadside, when Sally Rey nolds dashed out of her kitchen door, waving her broomstick and flapping her apron. - ‘Shoo 1 shoo t get along! Ob ! Mr. Bruce,’ she cried, spying the minister In the widow's garden, ‘our pig has got out. He’s a mean creetsr, and lately has took tbe trick of lifting tbe pen door with his nozzle.' ■ • ‘Our pig 1’ repeated the minister, lett ing bis arms drop and his jaw fall, and looking helplessly through bis glasses. ‘Why, Sally, I wasn’t aware we had a pig. At least, that is, if.l did know it, it must have slipped my mind. Really, Mrs, Walcott, I am mortified. I’ll do myself the pleasure of calling in soon and seeing about tbe damage.’ . And be walked away hurriedly, in a state of mental confusion impossible to describe. ‘Hand alive!’ cried Sally, with her arms resting on tbe broom handle, ‘not know that we’d got a pig! Why, Miss Walcott (but M.o aia'tiuvmua) lu LO CUU6 OftFO Ol himself than a baby.’ Thera were many stories current con cerning the parson’s absence of mind. It was affirmed that on one occasion ha had driven a distance, of some miles or more to attend a meeting of bis clerical breth ren, and leaving his horse tied to a post, had walked home, and had not thought of tbs nag again until the nextafternoon. Now, after taking a little time to recover from the shook he bad endured, tbe elder directed Sally to send Widow Walcott a basket of vegetables out of his own gar den whenever she might deem such a gift appropriate; and he himself, he said, wouid call in and make a more fitting apology. A little later, Mrs. Spangler in the glo ry of a black silk vlsite and fringed par asol, came through the parsonage gate and gave a loud and positive ring at the door bell. *1 want to see the elder, said she, as the door opened, and Sally Reynolds appear ed in her tidy afternoon calico, with the cleanest of checked aprons, having the ironed folds still visible. The words were uttered In a tone of authority high ly offensive to the minister’s domestic. ‘He’s busy, mum, and can not bo dis turbed.’ ‘Then I’ll Just step up stairs to his study myself. I know he will see me.’ . This little skirmish always took place between Sally Reynolds and Mrs. Spang ler; and, as usual, Sally bounded up tbe Staircase, and left tbe visitor to open the parlor door for herself. ‘She Wasn’t agoing to let that Miss Spangler poke round and pry into corners and cubbeys.' She knew-tbat woman was conjuring to get her daughter into the parsonage. But she never would stay there to take Minervy Spangler’s sass; no, not she I’ , . And there dawned upon Sally a dim nation that she bad been divinely ap pointed to save the minister from tbe machinations of tbe Mrs- Spanglers of bis flock. When the elder came down stairs, with bis eyes blinking, very much as If be bad walked away from a sbady world of bis own, Mrs. Spangler had drawn up the shade, aud seated herself in a haircloth covered rocker, that gave a jerk backward whenever the occupant was offguard. She bad brushed off one or two tidies, and spilled some water out of a knobby vase which Sally had filled with pinks and bachelor buttons, accord ing to her own ideas of floral arrange ment—liberties which Sally would cer tainly resist. As she bad sat there waiting ; she bad pictured to herself how the prim, formal room would look when Minerva came to rule lu the parsonage, as she hoped she would some day. Minerva would bring her griondales for the mantlepiece, and put a mirror between the windows.— There would be a nice place against the chimney for her picture and Hiram’s. She would have the largest-sized photo graph. and be taken with all her jewelry. There wasa llttiestaok of daguerreotypes ou the table, flanking the astral lamp.— They were pictures of the first Mrs. Bruce’s relations. Minerva would prob ably pack them away la a trunk in the attic; for daguerreotypes had gone out of fashion, and it.wouidn't be in good taste to have the first wife's things lying round. ‘You’re such a stranger, folks have to come and look you up,’ said Mrs. Spang ler, as the parson entered. ‘Hiram and me, we don’t mean to complain, or to hint that wo have any more claims than other folks. That ain't our way. Wo don’t push ourselves forward. But folks will talk; and there’s young minister Nash, over to the alone church, going around everywhere asking people to come Co his meetings. The church wra all. run down, but they say he Is bringing it rlcht up. Of course, I don’t mean to And a breath of fault, Brother Bruce ; but we should like to see you over to our bouse a little oftener.’ *l, know what my shortcomings are, Sister Spangler, in respect to visiting, — My people have much to bear. I some times wonder at their patience and long suffering, and 1 promise to mend. But habits of mind are too strong. lam ab sorbed in my great study—in trying to And out the unsearchable riches, the depth and sweetness of God’s Word. It opens and unfolds before my sight until I am quite Inst.’ The minister spoke these words to himself, os if unconscious of the presence of bis visitor; but the loud tones of her voice soon brought him back to realities. ‘That’s Just like my Mlnervy,' said she. ‘You can’t think how that girl is wrapped up in religion. I believe she- could sat and hear you preach from morning until night,Elder ever thinking of a morsel to eai.“ She wonts to talk over Sunday school matters, and Hiram wanted to speak about engaging Brother Ricketts to came over and bold a course of meetings. They have been having a glorious refreshing time at Spaulding,and I should bate to let. the Spaulding folks get ahead of us.’ . •I am glad if God’s Spirit has been made manifest to the people of Spaulding bister Spangler; but it does not appeor to me ibat the time Is rips for such eflorts in our own church. I have nothing to . soy against Brother Ricketts’ labors.— - Doubtless In the good providence of God ho has brought many to ..see the light; . but all communities are not alike, and there are romt among us who believe the kingdom cometh quietly and without observation. There are timed souls that have been quickened. I see It in their faces, and they have come and breathed confessions into my ears ; but the flame which burns but feebly as yet must be nursed, and might be extinguished by too rude a blast,’ ‘Well,’returned Mrs.Spangler,untying the strings of her bonnet, ‘ail that X have to say Is, that I hope the enemy won’t bo left to sow tares. There is Widow Wolcott, over across the street. She’s come from Clinton way, and whore tbe ■ Universaliats are as thick as hops; and I don’t feel quite sure about her vlews.-r Shq seems shy about talking of her own experience.' ■ ‘I should bo loth to condemn anybody on that tbe parson, looking intently tbroughnis glasses. ‘Those who talk tbe most loudly about religion do trot always have the most preclods witness, in their hearts. It Is very much as it is with a man’s “honesty. When be talks a great deal about it, be is tobedlstrusted. I am not deeply versed In worldly ways, Sister Spangler ; but I have observed enough to know that. The widow woman -across tbe street ‘appears to be a quiet, unpretending person ; aqd I should be. sorry to entertain suspicions of her on slight causes,’ ‘Well, I must say she’s very close mouthed about her affairs. , She don’t tell much about her folks; but Hiram found out that she draws money regular from the bank, and the postmaster says she gets heaps of letters. But, any way, it don’t make much matter; for I dare venture to say she won’t stay here long. You never can place much dependence ou them kind of folks—coming and going like the old woman’s soap. I dropped- In, Eider Bruce; to ask you to come over and take tea with us to-morrow night. Minervy has got heaps of things that she wants to say to you, and she’d be dreadful out up if you shouldn’t come.’ Tbs Elder gave the desired promise, and Mrs. Spangler took her leave. Tbe very next afternoon the good man wiped his pen with a sense of relief. — He had gone through all the mazes of Original Sin, and his Sunday’s sermon lay completed before him. It was not a theme which he bad chosen from strong sympathy of mind, for lils nature would Incline him to the more tender and con soling aspects of providential dealing ; but he bad been prompted by a sense of duty toward those in his congregation who liked “doctrinal discourses.” His heart was sompwbatsad with the remains of a somber train of- thought, and as he glanced again through his study window, lie let his eye fall on the widow’s cozy dwelling. There at the gate, playing hither and yon.l-r in a streak f s«upled suuoiiiim, with her light curls floating airily about, was the little Mary. The minister’s brow cleared at sight of her; and be thought to himself that, if God In bis goodness had sent him a daughter, he would have her resemble.little Mary*. He remembered tbe damage done to the widow’s garden, and his promise to call; so, taking‘his hat and stick. In less than three minutes. he was. sitting in Mrs. Walcott’s little parlor, with Mary on his knee, who: pushed the silky curls away from her blue eyes, to look shyly In his face, that was good and pleasant in spite of. its plainness. • The widow sat opposite to him, and her black dress, relieved at the throat by merely a suggestion of a white ruffle. Her hair syas confined under a little cap at tbe back, but in front showed smooth brown bands- There was a soft, feminine quality about her that extended to tbe vase of lilies on the table, and the few pictures oh the wall—the lovely, meditative face of a yoUng girl, a Madonna clasping her divine child—all of them embodying,some sweet, pure thought. Mrs. Walcott’s husband had been a scholar in his time, and the wid ow could not bring herself to part with bis hooks. They filled one corner of the room In solid, substantial rows, and tbe -minister’s eyes turned greedily toward them. There ‘ was a discovery in store for him—a name was written on the fly leaf of a volume which ho opened. It was the name of an early friend, a youth of beautiful promise, who had died young. Mrs. Walcott proved, to be a younger sister of this friend. Tbe minister forgot all Sister Spangler's hints of imperfect orthodoxy on the widow’s part; aud when the sun was making a great splen dor at the end of the village street, he still lingered In the widow’s little parlor. ‘Stay and take tea with me,’ said she. Now, that he knew who the, widow was, with recollections of the tenderest friendship of his early years coming back to warm his heart, it seemed to him that he could do nothing less than comply. A cool,sweet breeze wasstlrring the vines in the window. The tea table, too, was pleasant, with, its clear honey, tbe snow white bread, and shaking mound of ruby Jelly, and basket of golden pound, cake, - Seldom had tbe.minister's speech flowed in such a limped stream. He forgot what was ou bis plate, and betook himself to a dish of cheese, which he soon consumed without knowing it. The pickles would have shared tbe same fate bad not tbe widow dexterously shoved them out of the way, and put something much more digestible in their place. When the parson went homo that night, his heart was somehow full of gladness. He reflected upon, what “an excellent tbingis asoft voice In woman;” and it was not until ho had blown out his candle and got into bed that he Chen remembered that be bad broken bis en gagement with Bister Spangler. The next morning Minerva Spangler, who had called at Mrs. Wolcott's to collect her subscription to the Mite Society, dis covered the minister’s.cane, which he had left in a cornet of the widow’s par lor. There was a chivalrio vein under tbe parson’s plain exterior, and his early memories made a bond ol intimacy be tween him and Widow Walcott, which he fully recognized. He could defend and protect her now. He learned bis way easily Into the widow’s cottage, and came to know her store of bosks almost as familiarly as ids own ; but still the general parish visiting did not thrive much belter than it ever had done. He went and came, quite unconscious of the clamor of tongues in tbe gossips' houses. But Widow Walcott's heart was troubled. She bad seen enough of the simplicity and goodness of the man to learn to re verb him; but her eyes were clear, and saw that a storm was brewing. So the weeks of summer slipped away, and autumn came, and made the maple before Widow Walcott's-house to flame' like the burning bush. Parson Bruce was well aware by this time that a party in bis church was siirriug up strife. It was'whispered about that his usefulness in Bkittleton was at an end; and Sister Spangler was in favor of calling. Elder Itlckelts, tbs great revivalist, who would certainly make it too hot for sinners.— The very morning of the day had come when a church meeting was tobe held, which would decide the minister’s fate. It was a sore trial to him; for there his children bad been .born, bis wife bad died, and the deepest and tenderest of tbe experiences of bis life had been lived through. He rose from bis knees, and opened tbe Bible, with a view to selecting a text for a farewell sermon, when Sally knocked at the door, and announced that Mrs. Spangler was below. ‘I am sorry for tbe dissensions in the church, Brother Bruce,’ said bis visitor, as she entered tbe room. ‘You know how Hiram and mo has always worked and labored for you. It’s a fact, though we dont mean to boast. Minervy is swathed in tears: I’m afraid she’s going into a decline. There’s all sorts of sto ries flying about, and a body don’t know what to believe. Folks do say you mean to marry the Widow Walcott, though I’ve kep’ a denying of ft. Tbe truth is, she ain’t popular. Everybody knows bow conniving widows is, an’ she’s done all she could to encourage the stories; but, if you’d give me leave to tell round that you haln’t no notion of marrying her, it would smooth things off.’ The abstraction all went out of the minister’s face, and something like a flush of indignation tinged its sallowness. ‘No!’ said he controlling himself with an effort, ‘lf it can be shown that 1 have been an unfaithful steward, or have failed to break tbe bread of life for the people, lam ready to go; but I cannot give the pledge you ask. It would be a sin against that sacred inner seif, where the stranger meddletb not. VOL 58.-No.il. Mra. Spangler wont away, but she stopped a moment at the kltohcn*doot to speak to Sally Reynolds. ‘So It seems vou J re going to have a new mistress, Sally/ said she. ‘The elder has as good as told me that ho means to marry the Widow Walcott. You’ll have to mind your P's and Q's then, Bally.. , ‘There's no fear but I shall not like anybody my master brings Into the hotiae,' replied Sally, snappishly, scrub bing away at the kitchen table, that was already as white as milk. .‘But, if he d some folks that was always rea’dy to here. I'd hjave cleared out at a moments notice.' “ The air was soft and;hazy that day, and the flying gold of the trees made a bright path between his house and the\ widow's cottage, which seemed to woo the minister's feet. He took down his favorite books, but be could not read ; then be went out for a long walk through the fields; and when he came back It was evening, and there was a light in the cottage window. Bo ho stepped to the door and knocked. Mrs. Walcott, with a lamp in her band, came to tho door and opened It. ‘Mary,' said he, and his voice was tremulous, ‘I have come to ask you to be my wife. I think he, my early friend, would be glad if ho could know. My boys will welcome your child as sister; and, if your neart inclines toward me Mary, I shall be very happy, whatever happens. The widow placed her hand in hia, and although no kieses passed between, them, the bond was sealed. A little later, the minister was sitting at home in his room, when Deacon El der's loud ahem! was heard on the step. ‘Brother Bruce,' said he, as he entered, ‘l've Just drooped in, though it is late, to tell you about the meeting.’ ‘Don't try to spare my feelings,' re sponded the minister. *1 am prepared to hear the worst.' ‘Glad to hear It,' said the Deacon, in bis dry way; ‘for the worst won't kill ye. We voted down the Grumblers the very flrst tblng. Let you go !. Of course we don't mean to. There was enough said fo make you a vain man, Jf you was not proof ag’in all such folly; and we’re go ing to add another couple of hundred to your salary. You never asked for It; bnt we know your boys are coming along to ** 8 Tho °pais6n got hold of the Deacon's hand and wrung it bard, although Just then he was incapable of speaking. Mrs. Bruce —who was.the 'Widder Walcott'-: — In .time came to be known- and loved. Hiram Spangler’s family left the church and went over to Mr. Nash; and Bister Spangler has never ceased talking of the shameful ingratitude, of Elder Bruce. A CURIOUS LAWSUjT. The Calcutta Englishman of June 16th says ; “The Titcbborne Baronetcy case, now the subject of such intense interest at home, recalls to our mind a somewhat similar case which happened in tbit part of the world some thirty years ago. We allude to thecaseof the pretended claim ant to the Burdwan Gaddi, which at the time created, the utmost excitement all over Bengal. The stake then played for was greater by far, for if the Tlchborne estates are worth £40,000 per annum, the Burdwan Bajah had an annual income of £l3o.ooo,beside a vast sum accumulated by the old Bajah and his ancestors. The Burdwan Chief, like the patriarch of old, had “a son, an only son,’’ who, as the story goes,, when a youth,"while bathing one day in the river, suddenly «a. no unc coma tell what -become of him. As may, well be supposed, every possible and impossible search was made; and, ns the body was not found, the gen eral belief was that the heir apparent to the Burdwan Bajah was not drowned. The old Bajah, after years of grief, and .when every quest for bis lost heir had proved fruitiesss, adopted a son, who is at this present day the Bajah of Burdwan.* Fourteen years after the mysterious dis appearance of the youthful heir apparent, and not long after the death of the old Bajah, a claimant turned up, insisting upon bis right to the Burdwan Gaddi as the legal heir. He proceeded, with a strong following, in which he was very substantially assisted by native zemin dars, to take possession of bis own, but he received an effectual check in his career by the interposition of. the local Magistrate, Mr. Ogilvis. The pretended Bajah was publicly denounced as an im poster, and it was proved that his real name was Aiuk Shah, and not Partab Chaudar Singh, the missing heir. Sub sequently the pretended Bajah found an adherent and zealous supporter in the person of a Calcutta babu of wealth, and through whom he. was enabled to secure the professional services of one of the acuteat and most energetic of attorneys, Whose technical skill and persistent zeal on behalf of his client enabled him, in a comparatively short time, to make a tol erably good fortune. A long course of lltiirafion, first in the Burdwan Courts, and then In the Supreme Court, followed. The legal proceedings were sometimes criminal, and sometimes civil, but they extended over n duration of two or three years. Altogether they were ruinously costly, and the claimant Bajah and his friends were soon made to feel that they were by no means an equal match, In a pecuniary point of view, with those who were opposed to him, possessed as they were with untold wealth. The upshot was that the pretender went to the wall, and died in abject poverty, and the pos sessor of the Gaddi remained, as ho.is to this day, the Bajah of Burdwan.” California Wonders.— Near thecon fines of Fresho, Tulare and Inyo counties, on the head waters of the Keweh, there exists a remarkable piece of country. The Indians say it Is the abiding place of the, Evil Spirit. The country is rugged and rooky—mountainous, with deep valleys and precipitous cliffs. Snakes, reptiles, and vermin of every description abound in untold numbers, and, taken In all. It is a wild and most uninviting region.— But, aside from all this, a most curious phenomenbu exists. The ground trem bles and quakes almost continuously, and the abundant rooks grind and grit together as if helng.urgod by some terri ble influence. Frequently deep discharges are beard, muffled and dull, like the distant sound of heavy artillery, and at night the sounds seem to be more abun dant than in the day time. No Indian can be induced to venture near the place, regarding it with superstitious horror.— No theory has been advanced by any one to account for the strange phenomena mentioned. Wo also learn from William Famonvlile that above the bead of Crane Valley, in this country, another place similar to the one mentioned exists, and persons who have visited the last place named describe the sound mentioned as like muffled thunder.—San Francisco Bulletin. The Yankee Factory Girls.—ln one of the factories In Maine, recently tbo proprietors reduced the wages of those employed,whereupon there was a general determination to cease .'operations, and, as they were obliged to give a month’s notice before quitting, they bad mean while Issued a circular to the world at large, In which 1s the following isterest- Ing paragraph : “ Wo are now working out our notice—can turn our hands to most anything—don't wish to bo idle— but determined not to work for nothing where people can afford to pay. Who wants help? We can make bonnets, dresses, puddings, pies, roast, stew, fry; make butter and cheese; milk cows and feed poultay, hoe corn, sweep out tbs kitchen, put the parlor to rights, make beds, split wood, kindle fires, wash and iron, besides being remarkably fond of babies; in fact can do anything the most accomplished housewlfea are capable of doing, not forgetting the scoldings on Mondays and Saturdays ; for specimens of spirit wo will refer you to our oyer seer. 1 ’ ftates for adtertiskicx2its wui be inserted aVTen;cents per line for the first insertion, and five cent* per lino for each subsequent Insertion. Quar terly half-yearly, and yearly advertisements In erted at a liberal reduction on the above rates Advertisements should be accompanied by the Gash. Wnen sent.without any length oi time specified for publication, they will be continued untllordered out and onarged accordingly. jobpbinting. . CAHBS'HAimniud.OißdutiAßS, and every olh or description of Job and Gabo Printing, SOMMER FLOWERS. When skies are bright, fend Nature’s face Of sadness knows no sbfedpw. And Summer's band is clear to trace In woodland and In meadow; What tlmo the long-lost summer-sun Laughs on tho laughing hours— Hinted by Spring oro Spring was done— We plack (ho summer flowers. Or ball’d In garden’s rich parlort©", - Or by the hedgerow wild, , tWhore cultured fragrance steeps the air. Or where, by breezes mild. Nurtured spontaneous, Summer’s store yulflTs'tWTpledgO’Of Spring,’ — We search the flowery treasure o’er, Which summer bounties bring. « Those summer flowers, where’er they be,' In wild or tutor’d places, , Are sweet; bat ab. more sweet ty see ■ Are yonder summer faces I And'summer flowers, from out their bed When pluck’d by girlish hand. Show best encircling girlish head Within tholr odorous band/ J ’ 1 \y Then gather flowers while yet you may; Life’s opening sweetness cherish. Ere age shall shadow youth’s glad day. Ere life’s one summer perish. Ah mo I you merry girlish crow, Youc laugher speeds tho hoars; Your flowers are very fair, bat you - Are summer’s choicest flowers. A REMARKABLE BOY. Farmer Bogles was a veracious old codger. IF there was anytUiug he de> lighted in, it was to secure the attention of some one while he spun a yarn about the wonderful ’cuteness of bis son Tom. Tom was his idol—his hero on every occasion—and never would the old fel low let his hero suffer for want of a ro mancer. ‘Ahi’ said Bogles, one day, as he bad fairly fixed hjs auditor, 'Tom is the most remarkable boy you over set your eyes on; he's like his.old dad—you can’t no more sarcumvent him than you can a woodchuck. You recollect that apple tree that stood down Under the bill,' be side the stump fence? Well, I was mighty, savin' o' them apples, I can tell you. I forbid Tom touchln"em. aathey brought a big price In the market, and every ouwxoiS, one he would get'em in spite o’ me. It was his way,,you know, and ail posessed could’nt stop. him.", One day I caught the young scapegrace up In the tree, stuffin’ bis sack with the fruit, and I determined this time to punish him for it. •Thomas, my son,’ says I, ‘your fath er’s callin’ye—come down.’ ■ - I thought I’d be sort o’ persuasive, so it would fetch him; but he smelt the rat, and didn’t budge an Inch. ' ‘I can’t dad,’ said he; 'these pesky ap ples are In the way.’ ‘Tom,’ I continued, sternly, for my dander begun to rise, 'come down this minlt, or I’ll cut down the tree, and let yer fall. ‘You-see my poor old limbs wouldn’t permit my shinin' after the boy, so I bad to take other means. • , ‘O, no you won’t, dad,’ says Tern; 'only think how ‘you’d mourn rlf ye couldn’t sell the apples to stuff the old toad-akin.’ That was too much— to have my own boy accuse me of such paralmunny. Ho what does I do but git the axe and cut away at the bottom of the tree. ‘Tom —Thomas,’ I cried, os the tree was about cut off, ‘will ye come down now, and save yourself.’ ‘Never mind, dad.’ aava-ho spiinnv . • It was no use; 1 couldn’t bring him that way; and so I chopped away at the tree, till, at last, it began to sway and fell to the ground. . ‘What I and crushed your own boy 7’ ejaculated his horrified listener. ‘Not by a long chalk,’ replied old Bo gles, winking knowingly. ‘You couldn’t come It oyer Tom In any such way.— What had he done but crawled out on a limb, and while I was ohoppln’ at the bottom o’ the tree,'lie bad been cutting off the limb with bis Jack-knife, and when the tree fell, there he. was still up there on the limb,' Bun* off with a Citizen.!—The pranks of the devil fish are becoming frequent of late. One of these horrible looking creatures of the deep, whose ap pearance in the waters of the Southern Coast are somewhat unfrequent has been around there of late by endeavor ing to spirit away an old, resident of Savannah. One , day Major Bonand, was fishing in Warsaw Sound, near Cabbage Island) his boat being anchor ed. By some, means or'other the devilfish became entangled in the anchor rope and started off at a rapid rate of speed, towing the boat after him, with the occupants in no very pleasant frame of mind. The situation, became so decidedly unpleasant, that it yaa, thought best to cut'the rope and let the fish go fancy free. This was accordingly done, much to the relief of the fisher men, and the creature took Its way. in peace. A clergyman, while wending bis way to church, one Sunday morning, caught sight of the two sons of one of his ' parishioners going in to the woods, evi dently for the purpose of bunting. Feel ing certain that anything like direct re monstrance with the young gentlemen themselves would scarcely turn them from their ways, ho waited until after x preaching, and sought the old gentleman, / their father. After reoountlngdha.olr cuasstance of meeting Billy and Sammy, as he had, done, he closed the appeal by inquiring why they had not been brought up'in the fear of the Lord? ' ’Fear of the Lord, parson—fear of the Lord I, Why they heyi They’re so ’feared of Him new they dursn’t go out on Sunday . without double-bar'l’dshot-gnnson their shoulders.' Hearth ane Home says, an atmos phere impregnated with the dust which has been gathered in carpets, and has remained therefor a donsloerablelpngth of time is positively unhealthy.; The dust, after being stagnant far some titqe, especially ,in warm weather, presents myriads of animalculte. To prevent the evil, the carpets should be cleaned of ten. Tho trouble of taking up,, shaking and replacing 'Will bo amply repaid, first, in tne' matter of health, aha, se condly, in preserving the carpet. Dean Bams ay tells a story of a Scotch beadle who had taken a fancy to the manse housemaid. At a loss for an op portunity to declare himself, one day— a Sunday—when his duties were ended, he looked sheepish, and said: “ Mary, wad ye tak’ a turn, Mary?” He ledher to the churchyard, and, pointing with his finger, got out, “My fowk lie there, Mary; wad ye like to lie there?’’ The grave hint was taken, and she became his wife, but she does n‘ot yet He there, This la positively the latest dodge in villainy. A chop in the city, being very hard up for a pair of boots, hit upon this method of getting an outfit. He can Imi tate a serenading cat first rate, and so he went into the back yard of a house a few nights pgo, and carefully concealing him self, began a moat internal caterwauling, when, presently, such a shower of boots, shoes, blacking missies, &0., rained out upon him from the baok windows in the neighborhood, that be found no trouble In getting enough to last him for a year. A youno lady thought it would be in teresting to faint at an evening party re cently, when one.of the company began bathing berhead with vinegar upon which starting up, she exclaimed 'For goodness' sake put nothing on that will spoil the color of my hair I’ ‘I ain’t