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The American V olunteer
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Jolm B. Bruttoii.
OFFICE SOUTH MARKET SQ UARK .
Teujls.—Two dollars per year If paid strictly
(a advance. Two Dollars and Fifty Cents If
paid within three months, after which Three
Dollars will bo charged. These terms will bo
rigidly adhered to in every instance. No sub
scription discontinued until all arrearages are
paid, unless at the option of the Kdllbr.
iuaal Jtotkes.
TO TAX-PAYERS!
Tho Treasurer of Cumberland. county. Pa.,
will atlond lor tho purpose of receiving STATE.
COUNTY and MILITIA TAXES for tho year
1873. as required by net of Assembly, at the fol
lowing times and places:
FRANKFORD, nt Blofiorvlllo May 19.
MIFFLIN, at Centre School House, May 20.
HOPEWELL and NEWBUUO, at Sharp’s Ho
tel. May 21 and 22.
SOUTHAMPTON, nt Baiißhranu’H Hotel, May
23 and 24.
DICKINSON, at Stone Tavern, May 20.
PENN, at Eyslor’s Tavern, 2? and 28.
NEW'ION, at Goodhoart’s Hotel, May 29.
WEST PENNSBOROUGH, at '.hlsncll’s Ho
tel. May 30, and at Fair’s Hotel, May 31.
BHIPPENBBURG BOROUGH AND TOWN
SHIP. nt Sherman House, Juno 2. 3 and i.
NEWVILLE, at Hounoborger’s Hotel, Juno
5 and 0.
NEWTON, at Mcßride «t McCleary’s Hotel,
June 7.
NORTH MIDDLETON, at Beecher’s Hotel,
.JuneO.
COOKE, at Pino Grove Furnace, June 10.
SOUTH MIDDLETON, at Ruploy's Hotel,
Juno 11.
MIDDLESEX, at Middlesex School House,
Juno 12.
SILVER SPRING, at Grove’s Hotel, Juno 13.
MONROE, at Hursh’s Hotel, Juno U and 10.
UPPER ALLEN, at Culp’s Hotel, Juno 17.
LOWER ALLEN, at Heck’s Hotel, June 18.
NEW CUMBERLAND, at Slarbaugh’s Hotel,
Juno 10.
EAST PENNSBOROUGH, at Wilder’s Hotel,
Juno 20. and at Eli George’s Hotel June 21.
HAMPDEN, at A. L. Brlcker’s Hotel, June 23.
MECHANICSBURG, at George Bobb & Sons
Hardware Store, Juno 21, 25 and 20.
CARLISLE,, at Commissioner’s Office, June
27,28 and 30. - < «
On all taxes unpaid on August Ist. FIVE per
cent, will be added, Tho Treasurer will receive
taxes at his office until tho Ist day of September
next, ut which time duplicates oi all unpaid
taxes will bo issued to the Constables of the re
spective boroughs and townships for collection.
ALSO, at tho same times and places. Mer
chant and Dealers can obtain MERCANTILE
.LICENCES of tho County Treasurer. And all
Hucksters and Dealers in Marketing are hereby
notified to take out an annual HUCKSTERS’
LICENSE, under the act of Assembly, approved
tho 18th day of May, 1800. GEO. 8088,
l7apl-fit - Treasurer oj Cumberland Count!/,
FOR 1873!
Monroe and Upper Allen townships, April 21;
Mechanlcsburg borough and Lower Allen
township, April 22.
East Fenusborough and Hampden townships
and .New Cumberland borough, April 23.
Silver Spring and Middlesex townships, April
21.
South Middleton and North Middleton town
ships, April 26.
Frauklnrd and Mllllln townships and New
vlllo borough, April 2d.
Hopewell township, Newburg and Shlppens*
burg boroughs, April 28.
Shlppeuaburg and Southampton townships,
Api 1129.
Penn and Newton townships, April 30.'
Dickinson and West Pcnnsborough town*
ships. May 1.,
Carlisle borough an.d Coolco township. May 2.
Appeals to bo held for the annual changes in
the assessments, on the apovo utalod days, at
the Commissioners’ olUce; In the borough of
Carlisle, Pa. DAVID DEITZ,
Attest—’ .1. C.SAMPLE.
J. B. Floyd, dork. SAM’L EUNEST,
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ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE.-No
tico Is hereby given that lotier-* of adminis
tration on the estate of M. F. Gardner, late of
the borough of Carlisle, deceased, have Leon Is
sued to Franklin Gardner, of said borough. All
persons Indebted to said estate will please make
payment, and those having claims will present
them; duly authenticated, to the undersigned,
for settlement. F. GAItDNEU,
I7apU6t & Administrator< .
AUDITOR’S NOTICE.—The tinder
signed, Auditor, appointed by the Orphans'
Court of Cumberland county, to make distribu
tion of the proceeds of sale of real estate de
vised by the last will and testament of Benja
min Clark, late of East PunnsboroUg.h township
In said county, deceased, to the Issue of Murv
Waggoner, late also of said township, deceased,
sola under an order of said Court by Benjamin
Spong, Executor of said Mary Waggoner, de
ceased, will meet the parties interested In such
distribution, at his office, No. 3 Kramer’s Build
ing, in the borough ol Carlisle, Pa., on Thurs
day, May Bth. 1873. at 10 o’clock, A. M„ for the
purposes of bis appointment, when and where
all parties interested are requested to attend.
17apl-3l* JOS. G. VALE, Auditor,
ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE.-No
tlcela hereby given that lottoru of a/lmln
is».ration on the estate of Isaac Goodbart, la.e o
Penn township; deceased,' have been issued by
the Register of Cumberland county to the sub
scriber, residing In .Newton township. All per
sons indebted to said estate are requested tn
make payment, and those having claims will
present. tUom for GOODRART.
Administrator.
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A UDITOR’S NOTICE.—The under*
J\ signed Auditor, appointed by tbo Orphans
Coult of Cumberland county, to ascertain who,
are the heirs and legal representatives of John,
Rover; late of South Middleton township, de
ceased. and to make distribution nraougst them
of the amounts to which they are respectively
entitled to receive the balance in the hands of
Mrs. Sarah Ann Koyor, administratrix of said
decedent, and certain purchase money secured
hv recognizance, will meet the pnrttes interested
for the purpose at his olllce, In Carlisle, on Fri
day, the 18th of April, at Wo’clock, A-M-^
27mar * Auditor.
. \ DMINISTRATRIX' notice.
notice is hereby given that letters of admin
istration on the estate of Jacob Marlin, late of
the borough of Carlisle, deceased, have been
granted to the undersigned, residing In said
borough. All persons having claims or de
mands against said estate are requested to make
•the same knowh to the said undersigned with
out delay'. and those Indebted uJll make Imme
diate payment. MAHWAKiiji I. MAUIIN.
WrawS Administratrix.
Executors* notice.—Notice ,ie
horebv given that letters testamentary on
me will of fclllzabetli Beoltly. lain of Now Cum
berland, Cumberland county, deceneed. liavo
been Issued to the undersigned Executor, iresid
ing lu New Cumberland nloresald. All persona
indebted will please make payment without do-
Inyfaml^Uoso^holdlng^bU^ns^wlh^msen^Uiem
O.uar73-ot. Executor.
A DMINISTRATRIX’ NOTICE.
_x\_‘Notlco l a hereby given that loe/t.e. 1 o e / t . e .
ministration on IHo eata oof Samuol AUen. lnt«
of silver Spring township, deed., have been
granted to P tho undersigned, residing
same township. All persona ?J
demands against said estate are r e^}f, sled
present them, and those ly^ l ed wUI make
payment immediately. HLTIY ALLEN,
liomar73-Bt* ddmmwfrnfru.
EXECUTOR’S) NOTlCE—Notice la
hereby given that letters testamentary on
the estate of Wm. Harper, late of Tonn town
ship. deo’il., have been Issued to the “nde™ l ®*
ed Executors, residing In the same township.
All persons Indebted will please make> payme t
without delay, and those holding claims will
present them to DAVID ,'lh TUPPI'I
Executors,
£oainr73«ot*
A ASSIGNEE’S NOTlCE.—Notice is
A hereby Given that Thomas U. Williamson,
oiallver Spring township, Cumberland county,
Pa, has made an assalgnmest of all hla estate
and effects, for the benefit of creditors, to the
undersigned, Christian Herman. AH persons
Indebted to the said assignor will make Imme
diate payment, and those having claims against
him. will make them known to the undersigned,
nun wm chhl stlAN HERMAN, Assignee,
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JOHN B. BRATTON
IMical
DOWN IN 001 L MINE.
I am a Jovial collier hid .
As blilhc ns blilhi! cm; be,
For let the limes bo gooil or bml,
They’re nil the sumo to raol
'Tls Ilf tie of the world I know,
And care less for Its ways,
For whore the dog-atnr never glows,
I wear away my days.
UlIOtlDS— . .
Down In a coal mine, underneath the ground.
Where a gleam of sunshine ne’er can be found,
Digging dusky diamonds all theseason round,
Down In a coal mine, underneath the ground.
How little do the great ones care.
Who alt at bomb secure.
What hidden dangers colliers dare !
What hardships they'endurb I
The very tiros their mansions boast,
To cheer themselves and wives,
Maybaps were kindled at the cost
Of Jovial collier's lives.
Then cheer up, lads, and make yorauch
01 every Joy we can ;
But lot your mirth bo always such
As best becomes a man.
However.fortuno turns about,
We’ll still be Jovial souls,
For what would nations bo without
The lads that look for coals 7
My hands are horny hard aml.black, *
With working in the vein,
And, like the clothes upon my back.
My speech Is rough and plain.
Well, if 1 stumble with my tongue. .
I've one excuse to say—
’TJs not the collier’s heart that’s wrong,
■ ’Tls the heaa that goes estray.
At every shirt be’t soon or late,
I baste my bread o’ earn;
And anxiously my kindred wait
And watch for my return ;
For death, that levels all altke,
What’er their rank may be,
Amid the fire and dump may strike.
And lling bis dart at mo.,
IPmdlaneotijs,
THE WONDERFUL LEGEND OF THE
• GOLD STONE.
A. Story With a Moral.
In those faraway times when the
world was getting its baby clothes and
people were not as wise as are
now-a-days, there dwelt in the' town of
London a poor tailor’s apprentice
named Bartlemy Bowbell. He might
be called poor in a double sense, for not
only was he such a lazy, idle fellow,
that he scarcely ever took a stitch, and
seldom had a cent of his own, but he
was a miserable workmen. In the
same room with him were several oth
er tailors; who sang together one or
two tunes as they stitched. If they
were paid by the day for their work,
they sang ‘By the da-y, by the da-y, by
the da y I’ and the needle went in and
out as slowly as the coaches of a funeral
procession ; but if paid for every gar
ment as they finished it, then they
sang ‘By the job. by the job, by the
job!’ and the needle flew like an ex
press train. Bartlemy, however,
scarcely stitched more than five min
utes at a time, when gazing put of the
window, he would sing:
Oh! if 1 were only possessed of my riches,
1 never would sew on a pair of old breeches I
Thimble apt! tbreed I
. Buttons and braid!
Oh, who would be bound to this rascally trade?
If money 1 had, I’d bo free from all-care.
And whet master must make; I should have
but to wear!
Needles and pins!
Scissors and cloth ends! .
When the work's ended the pleasure beams.
'What’s that your singing about
riihes?’ cried his master, sharpley.—
‘Biches, forsooth ! You will die in the
poor house, I can tell you, If you don’t
stilch away more diligently. Come,
sew away 1’ So saying he gave him a
good thwack with his yard stick. All
the beatings in the world, however,
could not thrust oat of Bartlemy a be
lief that he should one day become
rich. He had heard of a wonderful
jewel called the gold stone that had the
power of turning to gold any common
metal that it touched* and he felt per
fectly certain somehow that he would
one day find this wonderful jewel.
But tired out with his idleness, one
day ills master turned him out of doors,
saying that ‘he-ate more than he would
ever earn.’
As he had not earned a penny during
the week, he was entirely out of mon
ey, and he know that nobody would
give him food and lodging lor nothing,,
so he wandered on until he was clear of
-London, and in the open fields, and as
night came on ho was compelled to
seek shelter beneath a tree, where he
soon fell asleep. The moon rose high,
still Bartlemy-snored, when, all of a
sudden, he was aroused by a smart
blow on the shoulder which ho would
have sworn was from a yard stick.
‘Needles and pins 1’ said Bartlemy,
sitting up in haste, ‘what’s that?’
Bartlemy Bo wbell,’ crooked a strange
voice, ‘look at me.’
Bartlemy looked around, and to his
extreme terror, saw standing beside
him a goblin. He was no more than
four feet high, with very bow legs, as
though from a constant habit of tuck
ing them upon a tailor’s shop board;
his clothes fashioned from odd bits of
velvet and cloth, such as tailors call
‘cabbage’,’ were trimmed with thimbles
for bell buttons; on his head was a
tailor’s cotton night cap, with a long
tassel, and hanging at his waist were
an immense pair of shears, and a pin
cushion bristling with needles stuck,
and in the other a.tallor’s goose, or flat
iron.
His face was expressive of tbo most
jovial good humor, but it was far from
handsome; for his nose was flat, and
he had an abominable squint.
•Bartlemy, what is the matter with
you?’ said the goblin, ‘you are ever
lastingly growling and grumbling, in
stead of working at your trade like an
honest tailor, and richly deserve to be
thwacked with the yard stick every
morning by way of breakfast, but nev
er mind, I choose to help you; so say
what you want quick?’
‘And who might your lordship be?’
asked Bartlemy, with a cold shudder ;
for he felt desperately afraid he had
gotten hold of Old Bogey or Old Nick.
‘That’s none of your business,’ said
tho goblin, ‘but still I’ll tell you; lam
Snipponbitz, the patron of tho tailors.’
‘O lord, your worship, you don’t say
so,’ stammered Bartlemy.
‘That’s a fact,’ returned the goblin.
‘Come, out with it; what can I do for
you ?’
.Bartlemy scratched his head, and
took off his cap, looked into it, found
no words there, put it on again, and
finally, with a bow that nearly toppled
him bead over heals, and a kick up of
ills foot, behind, he managed to say:
‘Please your worship, I want to And
ho Gold Stone.’
The burst Into a discordant
laugh on hearing this, and said, ‘Well,
that’s sensible request, Bartlemy, and
a modest onb, considerHlg"tlq3 circum
stances. Never mind, X have taken a
fancy to yon; your wish shall bo ac
complished. See here.’
With these words Snippenbitz put
hand into his pocket, and pulled
out a magnificent jewel, ns it seemed to
Bartlemy. It was of the most beauti
ful purple color, and sparkled all over
with flecks of gold. Nothing could
look more gorgeously beautiful, as the
astonished tailor hold it up in the
moonlight. Yes, there could be no
doubt of It. The mysterious, the unat
tainable Gold Stone was really his.
‘Now, Bartlemy, attend to me,’ con
tinued the being. ‘The Gold Stone Is
yours, but under certain conditions,
which must be compied with, or no
gold ! First, you must return to Lon
to-morrow, seek out your did master,
and ask him to employ you as a regular
workmed. You will find yourself to
sew as well as the best, through my
assiatane, and you must employ this
power diligently on the work he,gives
you to do. I warn you, hpwever, that
you must keep the secret of the Gold
Stone from everybody; and in order
that you may do so you must never
take It out of your pouch until you are
safe in your own chamber. Secondly,
when you receive your wages place the
money directly in the pouch contain
ing the Gold Stone, and do not look at
it until you go to bed. Then you will
find the copper turned into silver, and
the silver into gold. But if you count
the money first, it will hot change,—
Thirdly, in a year’s time from to-night,
meet me at this spot, and tell me how
you have prospered. Will you keep
these conditions faithfully ?’
‘Ye-y-es I your lordship!’ stammered
the apprentice.
‘Then, how are you, Gold Stone!’ ex
claimed the goblin. With an outrage
ous wink he treated Bartlemy to an
other whack with the yard stick and
vanished.
The blow struck our tailor insensible;
and when his eyes again nnciosed it
was broad daylight. For a moment he
stared about him, wondering how he
came (here, then remembering the ex
traordinary events of the. previous
night, he hastily felt in Kis pouch and
drew forth the miraculous jewel. It
flamed in the sunlight like a bright
diamond eye, and taking a' long and
delighted stare at the much desired
Gold Stone, be placed itcarefully in his
pouch, and started straight for London,
After the-way in which he had been
turned out of his master’s shop, he
hadn’t much hope of getting in again,'
but afraid of disobeying the goblin’s
injunction, he entered with as much
courage as he could .master, and found
the other tailors stitching away as usu
al, wnue ms muHiui cue one u
Bartlemy took his cap humbly off,
saying, .‘Please, master, if you will
employ me as a workman now, I think
I can please you. Do try me. I will
be industrious—indeed I will.’
‘Oh-ho 1’ . said the master tailor;
‘sleeping out in the fields and going
without supper and breakfast has done
you good, has it? Well, take this coat
and sit you down ; but I warn you be
forehand* and if you are not more in
dustrious than usual, I will lay my
yard stick over your shoulder, and
clear you out again.’
Bartlemy took the work, and having
planted himself on the shopboard near
a windowy he put on his thimble,
threaded bis needle with a grand flour
ish and began to stitch away for dear
life. He sewed faster and better than
he had ever done before, and found to
his Joy, that the goblin’s promises had
begun to bo fulfilled In reality.—
But bad habits are not to be conquered
as one would pull up weeds, though
both must be torn up by the roots, if
you wish to get rid of them, and so
Bartlemy began to ply his needle less
briskly; his thoughts wandered, and
finally the work came to,a dead stand
still. But thimbles and thread 1 What
happened ? The instant his hand
stopped, a long, yellow yard stick came
flying through the window, and hit
him such whack on the shins that he
roared again with the pain, and the
stick instantly vanished.
‘Why, what’s the matter?’ asked the
other, tailors, startled, as well they
might be. ,
‘Matter!’ -cried Bartlemy. 'Why,
didn’t you see that—that horrible yard
stick coming at mo?’
At this they laughed at him for a
fool; for nobody but our tailor could
perceive this terrific weapon—it was
invisible to common eyes. His con
science told him that It came from the
goblin, and he set to work with renew
ed diligence. But again i and again his
mind wandered, and his work would
fall, but just as often in came the yard
stick, and awaked him with a ven
geance. The yard stick, would only
allow him to stop and thread his
needle, or turn his work, and by sunset
the coat was done.
Bartlemy, taking his coat in hand
carried it to his master, who viewed it
in the greatest astonishment; but, not
wishing to raise bis apprentice’s ideas
of himself, he grumbled out, ‘For a
wonder you have your work this time,
so now take your wages, and bo sure to
come early Monday morn.’ As he
spoke, he slipped a couple of coins into
his pouch; without looking at them—
and hurried him home. Oa reaching
his room, and striking a light, ho found
instead of a farthing and penny, which
had always been his weekly pay, he
had a crown and sixpence.
‘Huzzahi huzzahi’ ho cried, fairly
jumping for Joy, ‘my beautiful Gold
Stone is doing the work bravely.’ He
kissed the stone in his delight and went
to bed to dream of becoming a master
tailor and making clothes for the king.
The following Monday ho went to
his master’s shop, and with went tho
watchful yard stick, aud Us reminder
had a good effect, soon Bartlemy kept
along so steadily and swiftly Hint the
yard stick was much less frequent in
its visits.
So things went on till Bartlemy ha^
CARLISLE. PA.. THURSDAY, APRIL 24, 1873.
earned quite a fortune in his eyes; ten
whole guineas lay glittering in the old
nightcap where he kept his savings,
and the tailor felt that he had now
earned enough to set up for himself.—
The year at last drew to a close, and
one moonlight night he suddenly re
membered that it was the very anni
versary of his meeting with the goblin.
Starting up he ran to where his pouch
was placed took out the Gold Stone
and enjoyed a long look at it, and then
throwing a cloak around him, he, has
tened forth.
At last he paused under the old
tree; .he heard a familiar croaking
laugh, and found himself unexpectedly
in the presence of Snippenbitz, the
friendly goblin. ‘Well, Bartlemy,’
croaked the being, ‘and have yon pros
pered with the Gold Stone?’
‘Marvellously well, your worship,’
replied Bartlemy, in a joyous tone.
‘And you found a crown and a shil
ling, and a guinea and a crown, in
stead of your penny and farthing, did
you, Bartlemy.’
‘Why yes, your worship, I did cer
tainly.’
‘And the Gold Stone changed them,
did it Bartlemy ?’
‘Why yes, your lor,dship of course it
did.’
‘Now, Bartlemy,’ said the goblin, in
a confidential tone, laying his hand on
the other’s shoulder, ‘I want to tell
you something. It isn’t the Gold
Stone—— ’
‘lt’s not—the—Gold—Stone ?’ gasped
Bartlemy.
‘Why, ho, you donkey 1 there’s no
such thing. That is but a bit of purple
glass. There is no such preposterous
Jewel on the face of the earth as you
imagine. There is but one true Gold
Stone, and it’s name is
' ‘FAITHFUL INDUSTRY !’
As the goblin spoke these words, he
suddenly began to change his form,
and grew taller and broader, and his
bell-button thimble fell off, bis flat
nose became long and sharp, his thread
hair gave way to a bald pate, and his
whole appearance became wonderfully
like Bartlemy’s master. He raised his
gold stick, brought it down with a tre
mendous crack—and Barllemy awoke.
, Yes! he was lying under the tree
where he had thrown himself the night
before. The whole of what had passed;
Gold Stone, yard stick, money, goblin
and all, was but the fantastic tracing of
a dream ; and above.him really stood
his master, who bad repented of hav
ing turned away his hapless apprentice
and had come to seek him.
The lesson was not lost, however, on
our hero. He returned to his master’s
shop, where he worked diligently
without any yard stick coming after
him, and in three years’ time rose to be
master tailor, married his old master’s
supported by two shears, and the mot
to *
‘FAITHFUL INDUSTRY.’
A Hindoo -Story.
A tiger, prowling In a forest, was at
tracted by a bleating.calf. It proved to
be a bait, and the tiger found himself
trapped ln„a spring cage. There he lay
for two days, when a Brahmin happened
to pass that way .
'O Brahmin!' piteously cried the beast,
■have mercy on me; let me out of this
cage.' . ...
‘Ah! but you will eat me.’
‘Eat you! Devour my benefactor?
Never oould I be guilty of such a deed,’
responded the tiger.
The Brahmin, being benevolently In
clined, was moved by these entreaties,
and opened tbe door of the cage.
tiger walked up to him, wagged his tail,
and said :
■Brahmin, prepare to die, I shall now
eat you.’
‘Oh, how ungrateful! how wicked 1 1
Am I not your savior?’ protested the
trembling priest.
‘True,’ said the tiger, ‘very true ; but
it is the custom of my race to eat a man
when he gets a chance, and I cannot af
ford to let you go.’
‘Let us submit the ease to an arbitra
tor,’ said the Brahmin. ‘Hero comes a
fox. The fox is wise; let us abide by his
decision.’
‘Very well,’ replied the tiger.
The fox, assuming a judicial aspect,
sat on his haunches with all the dignity
he could muster, and, looking at the dia
putants, he said:
‘Good friends, lam somewhat confused
at the different accounts which you give
of this matter, my mind la not clear
enough to render equitable judgment,
but if you will be kind enongh to act the
whole transaotion before my eyes, Ishall
attain unto a more definite conception of
the case. Do you, Mr. Tiger, show mo
just how you approached andeutered the
cage, and then you, Mr. Brahmin, show
me how you liberated 'him, and I shall
be able to render a proper decision.’
They assented, for the fox was solemn
and ocular. The tiger walked Into the
cage, the spring door fell and shut him
In. Ho was a prisoner. The Judicial
expression faded from the fox’s counte
nance, .and, turning to the Brahmin,
be said:
‘I advise you to go home as fast as you
can, and abstain in future from doing fa
vors to rascally tigers. Good morning,
Brahmin; good morning, tiger.’
Mbs. Brown, of Burlington, lowa,
sings her ‘Hush, my babe,’ to her Infant
son William, who measures twelve
months one way and one hundred
pounds the other. She spanks him with
a pile driver.
The following advertisement appeared
in the Washington Chronicle of a recent
date: ‘An obscure young lady would
write for writers or authors. Modesty
prevents her mentioning why they migh t
prefer her writings to their own. Ad
dress,’ etc.
Binge the establishment of women’s
medical colleges in Massachusetts quite
a business is said to have sprung up in
second-hand coffins.
A Boston woman who broke her arm
while visiting a friend now sues him for
damages for uot keeping his stops In rs-
HOW AEE YOU OFF FOE STAMPS TO
DAY 7
New by-words now are nil the go,
From everybody's mouth they now.
You’ll hear them in the house or out,
They'reijven In tho buby’s mouth ;
You’ll hoar them spoken by old and young,
In fact they’re told by every tongue,
The latest one that’s out they say.
Is, “How are you off for stamps to-day 7
Chonts— Now by-words now are all the go.
From everybody’s mouth they flow,
The latest one that’s out they say.
Is, VHoworeyouoffforstamps to-day?”
If you go out walking on the street,
Some irlond of yours you’ll chance to meet.
He’ll shake your band and at you wink,
He’ll say old Irion d let’s take a drink ;
You can’t refuse a class of beer.
With a friend you’ve not soon for a year ,•,
You drink, and next you hear him say—
Chorti3-r u How are you off for stamps to-day
The young ladles all have heard It. too,
They never lot anything pass that’s now.
Ana once the word Is in their month,
No power can stop its coming out ;
They’ll shy around with a smiling face,
And put on all tnelr queenly grace.
What a pleasant day for a ride, they’ll say—
Chorus— 1 "How are you off for stamps to-day?”
Now If, perchance, you’ve got a wife,
And one you love os dear as life—
Every weak you buy her a bonnet new,
And perhaps a new silk dress or two.
To please her now you think you’ve tried,
But still she Is never satisfied.
I want a now Grecian Bond, she’ll say—
CftonM—“How are you off for stamps to-day ?”
Now If by chance you are taken sick,
The doctor he Is seat for quick.
He’ll stuff your mouth chock full of pills,
Baylug those are good for all your Ills.
He’ll say your case la very bad,
About the worst ho over had.
He’ll feel your pulse, and then bo’ll say—
Chorus—' “How are you off for stamps to-day 7”
But now, kind friends, I’ll sny good night,
I hope my song has hit you right—
To please you all I ’ve done my best.
Ana now i’ll lot the subject rest.
But one more word before 1 go.
And this I’ll have you all to know,
I’m broke, and all I have to say—
Chorus— 1 “How are you off for stamps to-day 7”
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, THE
'’DANISH STORY-TELLER.
Children are reading stories which
their grandparents read before them,
.and the writer of the stories stilt lives
and tells new ones every year. For 68
years ago, on the second of the month of
April, was born Hans Christian Ander
sen; and no doubt in Copenhagen on
April 2d, 1873, the great story-teller took
a child on his knee and told him of the
famous stories which have been trans
lated into all languages and read in all
countries. And if be were minded he
could have told the most wonderful story
ofall—that of his own life—from the day,
when be was born in poverty to this,
when he lives with decorations from his
sovereign on his breast, and the love of
many children worn In his heart.
The beginning of this living fairy-tale
was the birth in a poor shoemaker’s
house in (.Odense, a town of Denmark.
He was born in tbe one room which his
father and mother occupied, which serv~
ed alike for house and shop. His father,
a young man of poetic mind, always
hungering after a richer life than that
spent in making shoes; his mother a
simple, superstitious and affectionate
woman, In this room began bis life;
and bis earliest recollections furnished
him with scenes which afterward he
wove into his stories.
“Oar little room,” he says, “which
nroa alnv—l llia olmamabor’a
bench, the bed, aua my ono, was inn
abode of my childhood. The walls, how
ever, were covered with pictures, and
over the work-bench was a cupboard con
taining books and songs; the little
kitchen was full of shining plates and
metal pans, and by means of a ladder it
was possible to go out on the roof, where,
In the gutters between It and the neigh
bor’s house, there stood a great chest
filled with soil, my mother's sole garden,
and where she grew her vegetables. In
my story of the 'Snow Queen,' that gar
den still blooms.’
He grew into a-tall, ungainly lad, as
shy as a girl, and yet so simple-hearted
that he was ready to confide to the ut
most in any one who smiled on him. At
a charity-school he learned just a little,
but that little so carelessly, that long af
terward, he suffered for the laok of such
common knowledge as even how to spell*
When he was fourteen years old, ho was
seized with a desire to go to Copenhagen,
having a vague feeling that there he
should see tbe wide world -and ‘become
jfamous. It was a restless, Ignorant sort
of expectation. All he could say was,
that people have an immense deal of
adversity lo go through, and then they
will be famous." His mother, when im
portuned by him sent for a so-called wise
woman who professed to be able to tell
fortunes.
“ Your son will become a great man,"
said the old woman, “and In honor of
him Odense will one day be Illumina
ted.”
It waa a safe thing to say to a mother,
yet sure enough years afterward it came
true—for a great celebration was held at
Odense not long since, when the free -
dom of the city was presented to the fa
mous Anderseh, who had left it a poor,
iaughed-at, awkward lad, and literally
the old town was illuminated In his
honor. So off he set to Copenhagen. He
waa so utterly ignorant of the ways of
the world and so simple in bis confidence
that he hod astonished every one to
whom he made himself known, and waa
laughed at for a little simpleton. He had
such an innocent way of going right up
to people, and asking for what he want
ed. At that time it seemed to him that
the theatre waa the most beautiful place
in the world, and ho was ready to do
anything that would be in place there,
dance, sing or act. So he went to the
manager and asked for an engagement.
The manager looked at him and said,
"No, you are too thin for the theatre.’,
"Ohi" replied Andersen, “only en
gage uio, with one hundred rlx dollars
banco salary, and X shall soon got fat.”
But he was given no chance. He lived
for a while—one scarcely knows bow—
until his Innocent, queer ways brought
him to the knowledge and affection of a
good man, Counsellor Collin, who took
him as his own son and began to educate
him. All his odd fancies and quaint
make-beliefs which had, oven when a
grown lad, kept him busy with puppets
and dolls, began to find expression in
writing, and before he had finished his
schooling he was writing stories and
dramas; and Just before be passed his
last ho waa twenty
four yefirt'dld, he brought out a collec
tion ot poems, and one of his plays was
acted at the theatre. By degrees ho com
manded attention and respect; people
t]e&ao to see that he had gifts of on unu
sual character; and just the thing for
which he was first blamed—his naivete
and childishness—are now what the
world recognizes as fils good qualities in
literature.
Ftom that time to this he has been wtl-
ting stories, novels for older people, such
as “The Improvlaatore,” which Is a ro
mantic picture of life In Italy, and “O.
T.,” “The Two Barrennesses,” and
»• Only a Fiddler,” where the scenes are
Danish. He has been a great traveler
also, and amongst his works’are bright
pictures of Spain, Portugal, Sweden, Ita
ly, Switzerland, Greece, and the Orient.
He is Danish to the core. The old le
gends, of his ancient country, the wild
sand-heaps of Jutland*, the beech-trees,
the bright, quarrelsome city life, the
fresh, frank hospitality, all get into bis
stories . But it Is his little'stories that
have won him renown.. They were
something so new and so pleasing that
they became at once general favorites
with young and old; and in the theatres
the actors would recite “ The Constant
Tin Soldier,” “The Top and the Ball,”
or “ The Swinherd*” Thorwaldaen, the
sculptor, was a Dane, and was delighted
with Andersen’s stories. In bis compa
ny he wrote “ Ole Shut-Eye,” and “of
ten,” says Andersen, “in the twilight,
when the family circle sat in the open
garden-parlor, Thorwaldsen would come
softly behind me, and clapping me on
the shoulder, would ask, 1 Shall we little
ones hear any tales to-night? l ”
Andersen has never married, and lives
a rambling sort of life, sometimes in Co
penhagen, but quite as often traveling
in Spain, Switzerland, France, Holland
and Germany. He Is a great favorite at
various courts; but his true distinction
consists in the fact that every home la
open to him, and the poor as well as the
rich know his kindly nature. His birth
days are always kept In the remembrance
of his friends, and no. doubt his table
this year was loaded with flowers and
gifts. He has been ill the past winter,
but in a recent letter to a friend in this
country he represents himself as well
again. Certain it is that as long as be la
exuberant fancy will bubble over In in
genious and affectionate stories.
DOD'ALDSQN AT AILED TOWN;
One of the most magnificent balloon
ascensions the people of Allentown ever
witnessed, was that of Prof. Donaldson,
which took place -from Centre Square,
that ojty, on Saturday, tbe sth Inst,
Donaldson lauded near Trenton, New
Jersey. On Monday night tbe daring
Beading toronaut appeared at Hagen
buoh’s Opera House before a large and
interested audience of the people of Al
lentown, and gave them a very interest
ing account of_ his trip, together with
such other entertainment as be presented
to the people of Reading on the night of
bis appearance at the Mishler Academy.
The following is a synopsis of the trip as
given by Mr. Donaldson to ah Allentown
newspaper reporter, and which found its
way into the News before Donaldson re
cited it at the entertainment. The fol
lowing.is Donaldson’s narrative, as. told
by him:
2:25 p. M.—Left Centre Square, Allen
town, in my balloon “Magenta.” Ther
mometer 00 degrees. Wind B. by E.
dTetnDu'eu
noise of tbe multitude below, and tbe
band playing, &0., until I did the drop
and hung head downwards, when every
sound seemed to cease. As soon as X re-,
gained my seal on the trapeze could hear
everything again distinctly. My course
then changed to about east, and then to
south-east, carrying me back oyer the
city of Allentown, of which I had a grand
view, as well as of the surrounding coun
try, with the beautiful little towns nest
ling in tbe valley, and tbe streams, like
threads of silver* running amid the green
verdure of tbe fields.
2:40 P. M.—Above the clouds. Barom
eter showed 4000 feet high. The ther
mometer, before reaching lower strata of
clouds, was 40 degrees. The height of
olouds from the earth was not'more than
2500 feet. Above the olouds I threw out
a large lot of bills, and the oflect was to
send me up pretty swiftly. When they
were out of sight below the olouds I could
hear tbe paper rattle.
2:50 P. M. —Reached my highest point
in this ascension, 4,500 feet, or a little
Jess than ono mile high. Thermometer
rose to 75 degrees, and It began to get
wonderfully warm. While seated here
I could hear some blasting going on be
low me. By this time I had made my
self comfortable by lashing myself to a
rigging below the concentrating ring.
3:05 P. M.—Once in a while getting a
peep through the olouds could see the
earth. Distributed “Messages from the
Clouds” In small quantities. Could plain
ly hear a running stream, and the ther
mometer reached its highest point, eigh
ty degrees. Pelt uncomfortably hot and
thirsty. Open’ed one of the bottles of
soda, and the cork flew out with a report
like a pistol, going a considerable dis
tance above. Took a little lunch and
felt better, enjoying It hugely.
3:23 P. M. —Barometer indicated 4000
feet. Could hear a ohurph bell ringing.
Could see the shadow of the balloon on
the olouds below me, about the size of a
three cent piece. I was evidently over a
thickly populated city, which, though
bidden from my view, I could tell by
the confused soundk of teams rattling,
balls ringing, whistles blowing, with the
general uproar of a city. Hearing steam
boat whistles, I judged I was over deep
water. Pulling the valve rope I descen
ded slowly, and watched tbe shadow of
the balloon on the clouds, which en
larged as I descended. I could see my
shadow on tbe white back ground very
distinctly, dangling in the air below the
balloon.
3:40 P. M.—Passed gently through the
clouds and began to feel cooler, and com
menced to dress myself, at the same time
watching with an anxious eye whether
I was descending towards land or water.
Found at length X was over a river, and
sailing in the same direction tho stream
ran. Throw out ten pounds of ballast,
which checked my descent, as I did not
oaro about a ducking at this time of the
year. Could sea the coal oars running
along the edge of the stream, looking
about as wide as a lead pencil, and could
hear a boy singing om tho other side of
the river, “Up in a Balloon, Boys.” He
must have been about three miles from
me. I counted 'nine cities and towns
that I could see distinctly, but could not
determine where I was exactly.
3:50 P. M.—Descended into a lower
current, which carried me east towards a
town away from tho railroad, and still
descending struck the surface current,
which carried mo northwest. Threw out
a bag of ballast to clear a farm bouse,
I clewed about a hundred feet.
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Now I dropped my anchor, which
ploughed along a field until it caught In
a fence, and held mo suspended about 70
feet, at an angle of 45 degrees. Near the
house I passed over was a farm, hand. I
shouted to him for assistance. He seemed
utterly bewildered and dumbfouqded,
and stood so gazing at me that I was
uncertain at first if It was a man .or
a scare-crow. The lost I saw of him he
was in the same position. For anything
I know he is there yeti Very shortly a
man came to my assistance, and caught
the rope to pull me down. He pulled
with a will, and I came down a short
distance, but a current of air struck the
balloon, and my friend went up with a
jerk. He held on like a good fellow, but
two or three times he was thirty feet
above the earth. In a few minutes there
was plenty of assistance, and I effected
a safe and comfortable landing at Titus
ville, N. J., nine miles north-east from
Trenton, at five minutes to 4 o’clock. I
then discovered that the city 1 had pass
ed over was Trenton. I was kept busy
for a long time answering questions put
by gentlemen who don’t care about get
ting practical knowledge of ballooning.
Had I known the direction in which I
had traveled, I couid have returned to
Allentown In the lower current, os Ijhad
ballast enough left. Altogether I trav
eled about 50 miles in different directions.
Titusville is about 40 miles from Allen
town, as the crow files. I made the dis
tance in oue hour and a half. Left Ti
tusville at 7 p. m., and arrived in Easton
just in time to miss the Allentown train.
Remained over ni£ht in Easton, and on
Sunday attended the Third Lutheran
Church, where I heard a very Interest
ing sermon. I left Easton on Sunday
evening, arriving in Allentown at 9.16.
THE WEEOKS OF THE PAST.
An idea of the comparative magnitude
of the disaster to the steamer 1 Atlantic
may be obtained from the following state
ment of the prominent marine accidents
since 1840:
In the month of March,' 1831, • the
steamer President sailed from New York,
with a large number of passengers; when
two days out she is supposed to have en
countered a terrible gale, and was never
again heard from. On the 28th of April,
1847, the Exmoulh, an emigrant ship
from Londonderry, was wrecked, and
nearly 240 lives lost. A still more disas
trous wreck was that of the Royal Ade
laide, which occurred on. the Tongue
Sands, off Margate, on which occasion
400 lives were lost. In September, 1850,
the Edmund was lost on the western
coast of Ireland, and more than half of
the 200 passengers perished. Upon the
occasion of the loss of the troopship Bir
kenhead in Simon's bay, South Africa,
In February, 1853, 454’ of the crew and
soldiers perished. Again, in 1853, just a
year after this, the Independence took
fire on the coast of Lower California, and
140 persona were consumed by the flames
or drowned in the sea. In May of the,
wreck’oTYho 1 \fyillfkHi thO
Bahamas; and five months afterward
348 persons, mainly emigrant passengers,
on the Annie Jane, of Liverpool, perish
ed on the west shore of Scotland, where
thd vessel was beached. The Favorite, on
her way from Bremen to Baltimore, in
April, 1854, ran Into the bark Hesper,
and 201 lives were sacrificed. In May of
the, same year 500 ofllcers and soldiers
were lost with the Lady Nugent, a troop
ship, which foundered in a hurricane,
and in the succeeding fall the U. S. mail
steamer Arctic came In contact during a
fog with the French steamer Vesta, and
a loss of 300 lives was the result, an acci
dent which still lingers in the memory
of many. The steamer City of Glasgow
disappeared also before the close of this
disastrous year with 480personson board.
In 1855 the only serious marine accident
was the loss of the George Canning near
the mouth of the Elbe with 06 passen
gers on bonrd. In 1855 the John, an em
igrant vessel, was wrecked on the Munch
Books off Falmouth, on which occasion
200 lives wore lost. On the 23d of Feb
ruary of the succeeding year, the well
known Collins steamer Pacific left Liv
erpool for New York freighted with 186
souls, and was never again heard of.
During the summer of 1857 the clipper
ship Dunbar was wrecked near Hydney
and out of 121 persona on board only one
was saved. In September of the same
year the steamer Central America found
ered at sea with 570 passengers, only 152
were rescued. On the 13tb of September,
1858, the steam ship Austria
was burned in raid Atlantic, and of the
558 passengers but 07 wore saved. In
September of the same year 317 Chinese
emigrants lost their lives in consequence
of the wieck of the St. Paul on the island
of Rossel. Of the 419 parsons on the Po
mona, which was lost on Blaokwater
Bank, April 28,1850, only 24 were saved.
During the same year the Royal Charter
was wrecked off Moelffra, with a loss of
440 lives. On the night of February,
I 860; a new mall steamer, the Hungarian
was wrecked off the coast of Nova Sco
tia, and all on board, 205, perished. Ten
years ago this month 237 out of 440 per
sons, passengers on the Anglo-Saxon,
lost their lives when that steamer was
wrecked off Newfoundland. In January
of 1356 the steamer London foundered in
the Bay of Biscay, sacrificing about 220
lives. Among the more recent losses at
sea that of the City of Boston, around
which still hovers an unfatbomed mys
tery, and that of the Northfleet, are still
within the recollection of the youngest.
The question,—“Was John Wesley a
bad husband?” has been settled by a cor.
respondent of a Philadelphia paper, who
gives the authority of "an eye witness"
that Mrs. Wesley used to Indulge in the
luxury of dragging her husband around
the room by the hair of the head- This
treatment, no doubt, gave the great Meth
odist apostles a realizing sense of the
necessity of some future state of reward.
A ihtti.e girl waa told to spell ferment,
and give Its . meaning with a sense In
which It was used. The following was
literally her answer: “Ferment, a verb,
signifying to work; |f love to ferment In
the garden."
A Caiuo jury baa just decided that
Adam Jones' leg, out olTby the oars, waa
worth five thousand dollars. The query
arises as to what one of Lydia Thomp
son’s would be assessed at.— liiuouri Se~
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HUUOBOUS.
Grown property—Brains.
Divers amusements—Pearl fishing,
VWild Oats" aro said to be the only
crop that grows by gas-light.
The singer who "brought down the
bouse" baa refused to rebuild it.
Why is a newspaper like a wife? Be
cause every man should have ono of bit
own,
Three-years Is the average life' of fem
inine school teachers. After that they
get married.
In polite society the stomach should
be spoken of as "The Bureau of the In
terior.”
An old gentleman named John Smith
has got married. He says he doesn't
want the name to become extinct.
Ah Innocent female Justice in Wyom
ing anxiously inquired of a lawyer the
other day > "Who is this Hlghlow Jack
that I hear so much about ?"
A smart young lady says her Ideo of a
good home is a place where "cobwebs
and kisses never go together.”
Men talk about the idle wind, but the
wind Is always busy, and, like a ohebrful
farmer, whistles at Itawork.
It is not advisable to go out of doors
without anything on your head, or.lnto
society without anything in It. •
Why is a person afflicted with lumba
go like a man smoking a penny cigar?
Because bis back is bad (baccy’s bad.)
Two fatigued travelers, having to trav
el ten miles further, comforted them
selves by the calculation that it was only
live miles each.
“I bise for information,'' satd a mem
ber of a legislative body. "I am very
glad to hear it,” said a bystander, ‘Tor
no man wants it more.”
A Kansas editor is advocating putting
up the United States Senatorshlp front
that State hereafter at auction, for. the
benefit of the State.
In Boston, a poor man, who less than
a year ago had only one suit of clothes,
went into the newspaper business, now
has eight suits. Sevan of them ore for
libel.
Once a week, in the spring, mix ashes
and cayenne pepper with meal, one each
of the former to six parts of the latter,
and feed your poultry, you will,see its
benefits.
The editor of the Wabash Sentinel
wants to know if “the man who sent him
a-challenge to fight a duel means busi
ness," or whether “his buzzard soul
laughs at tbs ghastly Joke.”
A Minnesota youth struck hla horse
with a gun to make him go. The horse,
three fingers and the gun went off so
quickly that nobody feels quite compe
tent to say ■ ,
, uarpet-bagger, addressing a euiv
ore'd audience In South Carolina, the
other day, remarked: “My friends and
fellow citizens, my skin is whits, but my
heart |s as black as this audience.”
Which is the oldest, Miss Ann Tiqui
ty, old Aunty Dlluvlan, Miss Ann To
rior, Miss Ann Cestor, Miss Ann T.
Mundane or Miss Ann T. Cedent?
A Paris lady abrutly entered her
kitchen the other day and saw the cook
skimming the soup with a silver spoon.
She said: “Franoolse, I expressly forbade
you you to use the silver in the kitchen.”
‘‘But, ma’am, the spoon was dirty!”
The Cleveland Plaindealer tells of. a
woman there who was made a widow on
Sunday, was a mourner on Monday, was
married on Tuesday, was the recipient of
a surprise party on Wednesday evening,
and got out of the county before Thurs
day morning.
A pew months ago a famous Prussian
general was Inspecting some . military
stables. "What do Isee there?” he said
in tones of thunder, to a sergeant—‘.‘cob
webs?” "Yes, sir,” was the respectful
reply; “wo keep them there to
catch the flies and prevent their teasing
the horses.”
“Show me the man who struck O’-
Docherty,” shouted a pugnacious little
Irishman at an election—“ Show me the
man who struck O'Dooherty, and I’ll—”
‘T am the man who struck O’Dookerty,”
said a big brawny fellow, stepping to the
front; “ and what have you got to say
about it?” “Ooh, sure,” answered the
the small one, suddenly collapsing, “and
didn't you do it well?”
The jokers are not all dead yet. A
Hampshire wag put the following adver
tisement in a weekly paper; “Who
wants to buy a new milch cow, that Is in
every way kind, only five years old, and
gives fifteen quarts of good milk to a
milking? Jack Rodgers.” The next
week Mr. Rodgers received not less than
fifty applications through the paper for
the cow, which were answered thus: “If
I bear of any such cow I will let you
know immediately. Yours truly, J.
Rogers.”
Fence Posts. —Enduring and Ever,
a eCing.— ln looking over the Western
Enrol, we note as Important to us here,
the following, bow a correspondent dis
covered many years ago that wood could
be made to last longer than iron in the
ground, but thought the process was so
simple and Inexpensive that it was not
worth while making any stir about It. I
would as soon have poplar, basswood or
quaking ash, as any other kinds of tim
ber for fence posts. I have taken out
basswood posts after having been set sev
en years that were as sound when taken
up as when they were put in the ground.
Time and weather seemed to have no of
'feet whatever on them* The posts oan
be prepared for less than two cents apiece.
For the beneQl of others 1 will give the
receipt. Take boiled linseed oil and atlr
it in pulverized charcoal to the consisten
cy of paint, put a cost of this over .the
timber and there 1s not a man that will
live to see them rotten.
The women of the United Slates use
more pins and needles than those of any
other country.
Mita- XiivEimoiiE affirms that the feet
of the coming woman are upon the (noun ■
tain top, and her spirit Is In thealr. Just