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IiAC OI / 1 111,Villbe Made to quarterly,hol ruivolyearly.Elvertisers,woo are strtetl)confined °their nu..ine,s EtEtti:inL A Candidate for Church Membership "Old Steve," or "lying Stevens"' as he was familiarly called, by virtue of a strong original genius, and an indefatigable pers,- verance and application, had acquired the reputation of being the greatest. liar that ever existed in the State of . het e ever he made his appearance, therefore, at !ouster or training, ho was sure to be sur rounded by a host of listeners. lle greatly excelled the renowned Munehausen, who simply told extravagant stories, and some times blundered on the truth. Steve, on the other hand, never told a word of truth, even by mistake, in all his life, and lied cir cumstantially and in every particular. In short it came to him no naturally as eating a,,d drinking, or rather, as I•reathing. for he , nut only lie, I 'to li.teneri, but when he had an other person to talk to, he would tell lies co himself, jo-t to keep his hand iu. This fact was ascertained beyond any doubt by his, denying it in the most salsinti manner When somebody accused him of the practice. It was 111 r. Stevens' misfortune, one time to lose a g•iod deal of money on It horse race• This made him feel uncommonly serious so he went to a camp meeting, which was held about five miles from his residence, to see if he couldn't make up a little by ''slinking props" with the boys. They happened, however, to be tin) much for him that time, and he was completely cleaned out. This mile him, if possi hie, feel more serious than ever, and as there happened to be a power ful preacher there, who could make himself heard at the distance of a mile, he thought he would turn over a new leaf at once.— When he i;•tt home therefore the first thing lie did was to send f;ir the minister. The worthy man came, and to his extreme amaze ment, fund that Sail ens wanted to join the an rch I hare no hesitation in laying your prop osition before tie brethren," said the-good old man, trying ta smother a lough. "Of course you hann't," responded Steve with groat confidence. - " And if pin could give satisfactory evi dences of amendment, 31e. Stevens," con tinued the minister, emphasising the word, "they might take you on probation; at any rate we have a meeting 0-night, awl I can let you know to morrow. "Probation Le d--J !" ejaculated Stere, as the minister hastily retreated; " why can't they let me j An at once, while I feel like it ?" The proposition, eq might have been ex pected, created are LI senQation. There was hardly a member of the church, male or fe male, %ch.) had not, at same time or other, been victimized by Stevenil slanderous ton,ve, and they could hardly hear his name with patience. Some of them went so far as to say if he joined they would leave, and that settled the matter, for they were among the "fot e-ha nded members," who could at ford to speak out because the church could nut afford to lose them. Llowever, to avoid any trouble with an unscrupulous fellow like Steve, it was re solved to break the matter t 1 him as gently as possible. Two of the most respectable men in the church were awinted to call upon him, and it was generally understood that such was their known mildoess of dis- position, that every possi!)le excuse consis tout with truth would be made fur not re ceivink him The rost of the story must be told in Steve's own words. When old Deacon Peabody came along, I sot in the back d.on whitlio' a hoe handle, end I hope to suffer if I wasn't mad enough to rare right up. A cousin of my wife's whose sister was a member, had come over fairly and told us all about it. "Good mornin', Mr. Stetens," says the old hypocrite, with a face as lung as a yard of pump water. I said notbin,' but kept on whitlin'. "I crime down' to see you this morning," says he. " Well," says I, "how do you like my looks ?" "Oh," says ho, "what I mean is, that I como down to labor with you." "Work away, then, why don't you 7" was all that he got out of me. "But, Mr. Stevens," saki he, very solemn /y, •the church sent sue clown hore to talk with you a minute." "Well, you've been talkin' for rnoro'n fire minutes, Deacon Peabody," says I, " aud you've Said nothing yet; Doti', when are you gain' to begin ?" Tbe•oki loraelite.looked mad emit to bite my head uS.at a soap, but Ito thou ht it best to keep cowl, so he drew a lung breath and went on: " Nobody wants to hurt your feelings or' make any trouble, Mr. Stereng, but the church hare come to the conclusion, that perhaps, on the whole, under the circumstan ces, and in view of everything it might pos sibly be best all around, and taking all things into consideration, fur yea not to be EEO hasty in opplyitf .list at present. They think on mature reflection, that it might be as well, if you'd conclude to p,Lstpone it a little while, say lor a year or eighteen months." " They dew ! Well, now, Deacon, what makes 'cm think su ? Tne church ain't full, is it?" This was a hard question. The old ear pint knew very well that it wouldn't answer to say he did't know, for he know fast enuff —and knew that I knew he did. So he says— •• Mr. Stevens, I'm sorry you're so riled about it—you've no ocen•ion-1 didn't come to offend you, but you know as well as I do why the church don't accept yon." "If 1 knew I wouldn't ask you to tell me Dvaeon Peabody." "Wall," say: he, •• don't you know what large stories,yon're in the habit of telli ? " " Who says 1 tell large_stories ?" says I, ••it ain't untruth, and you can't prove it ain't. Now ain't it a shame,. Deacon. fur a. man like you to go round scandalizin' n neighbor that way ? What story did you ever hear of mine that was't true? Caine, lay your I finger on ti , first story, and I won't say an other word." " W by, there's sn many tin 'err." Answered the Dencon„" that it's n'tnost impussible to specify any one in particular. But now 1 thick on it: don't yon remember that story you told about your father's Lein' killed by a Lear?" . "My father's bein' killeyi by n bear?" says I, " there it is now ! That is jilt the way folks lie about 'no ! WS an untruth, like the rest on 'em, and you ought to be as homed, Deacon Peabody, to berunnirfround town, telling things that ain't so!" ''Well,"said he pretty short, "you've made that tire observation about often enough: ifyou did't say your father wits killed by a bear, whits was it you did say?" "I'll tell you," I said, "that futile" was one of the first min to bring sheep into this ero town, and that is no story, is it ?" "No," said he, " it ain't." " And one day I said that he lost one of then 'are sheep in the woods ; and that is litely if it ain't true—and when he tae lookin' for it, I said he came across a bear. The hear growled at dad, and dad hollered I at the bear, and finally the be:,st came at him, and tore all Ins insides out, and then your father, Deacon Peabody, who wits a respectable man, sir, and never would 'agent. about town scanda liz in' his neighbors—your father hoard my Cattier holler, and came up. seeing how matters stood, ran fur the doe- ••When the doctor came, the fait thing that he did was to catch n sheep and cur its in sides nut, and itit them in the place of dud's and I never said dad was killed by a bear! Na, sir ! 1 told the naked Erma—. I said he grew as well as ever he was, except that;he hankered after hay al: the winter, and had wool enough grown to make Win an over coat in the spring. You don't call tbatot large story, I hope. If rot won't let a fel ler jine the church because he tells the truth, you won't find many decent members, I guess !" The old man rir. rite Rtraig,lst up, and walked away with.ut sayin' another word. What he thought, 1 never e luld learn, for the old Christian !taint opened his head to MEESE The Good-Natured Man with One Eye About half way between two small towns, whoss names are unimportant, there is or was a wayside inn, called the Traveler's De ! lielthe It's was probably a mistake, or it might have been a satire, since the Travel ler's Delight presented an aspect by no means delightful; indeed, a timid traveler ' would have been apt to turn front it with a shudder, us intolerably desolate and gloomy, and prefer pressing on at all risks, to snak ing trial of it. One evening, however, at- dusk, a horse laboring under the weight of two persons,a man-servant, and a lady on a pillion—you must remember mb it it it a long time since this happened—stopped before the door of the Traveler's Delight. . "We niwit he wrong, I know," said the servant. ••l &nit remember any inn on the road." Whereupon he proceeded to make some ingairie4 of a surly-loJking host, awl then write Ito the lady. ''We have missed the turning. and are same miles from the right way. What is to be done?" The lady—we seill call her Mrs. Benson— looked ut the darkening night, and shivered as a blast of wind went howling by: '•ls there accommolation fur us here? But I think we had better go on." The servant, however, was not, inclined to go on. There wSi plenty of accommoda tion for his mistress, he said, and the horse was dead belt. Asfor himself, the landlord said •there was en outhouse he could sleep in; and he was suro his m.'ster would nut like Mrs. Batson to •peril her health and safety by gling on in the cold, dark night. Ile lady suXered herself to be 'persuaded, and enteral the.house... A woman with an unpleasant face come to meet her. „When Mre.• Benson saw this woman, she looked "NO ENTERT.A.IN3IENT SO CI'IEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING.'? COLLTMIBIA, P again at the dark road hesitatingly, but the horse had been taken to the stable, and the servant was not to be seen. "Can I have a private room?" inquired the lady. ".. bed-room, of course. But there's no sitting,-room, except the house-place. You'll find it warm and comfortable, and can have the best seat." By this time the outer door was shut and fastened, and Mrs. Benson, taking courage in the thought that at least her servant was scmcwhere within call, made n virtue of ne cessity, end accepted the offered best seat with seeming satisfaction. Supper was placed before her, which the landlord and his wife shared, at her request. During the meal there way a violent knock• Mg at the outer door, and when it was open ed there was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with one eye, and a shock head of red hair. "Can Iliac° a bed?" wits the query. "Well, I suppose you can, if the misses and me gives sip our room. It won't be the first time we've had to camp in the house place, that's one thing. ,, "S.wry to put you out. Thank you, I think I will take a mouthful." No one had invited the new comer to take a mouthful, and as he helped himself his one eye turned on the strange lady. Mrs. Ben son could not help returning the look with interest, the man had such it comical face; and then his hair was the reddest she had ever seen, and the whole man scented to be jolly with an expression of grotesque good nature. At some surly remark of the land lord's, this queer one eye looked at the lady again quickly; its owner gave a comical side long nod towards the host, and then the eye twinkled, ets much as to say, "Ile's a queer tempered chap, you know; but don't be frightened, I'll protect you." Lt duet, Mrs. Benson felt quite a sense of security in the presence of the good-natured men, and was sorry when his huge sapper came to an end. '' Well, then, I'll turn in," he said, puqh- . ing his plate away, "if the master here will be good enough to show inc the room, for tired. GJud-night, zuissis--servant in;L'am." Then Mrs. Benson fancied that the sour face of the hostess grew sourer still; it fair ly scowled at her, but she did nut feel nt all inclined to gi to bed. There was no alter native, however; she could not sit up ell night where she was, because the master and mistress had expressed their intention of remaining there. She askel fur her ser vant, and Was told that he had retired to his out houqe for the night ; there was no fur ther pretext for lingering. so she accepted the repeated ofrar of the lady to show her to her room. When she got inside that room, Mrs. Ben son's first impulse was to lock the door, and 119 she did so the key came out in her band. Not satisfied with the luck, which looked crazy, she proceeded to pile every movable article of furniture against, the dour; that done, she turned to the fire, which was burn• ing ulicurfully. While ehe stood there med itating upon the insufficiency of, the furni ture fur a Larrieade, the door key, which she was twisting about in her fingers, dropped into the ashes. Mrs.. Benson stooped to pick it up, and as she stooped with her face bent in an upside-down position, a gleam of tire sent its light underneath the bed behind her. It flashed upon a shock head of the reddest hair she had ever seen. Mrs. Ben son raised her head again rather quickly. The first tangible idea that presented itself in the dizziness that crept over her was to pull away the barricade and call fur help. But long before a sound emit] be made au dible below, her fate might, and doubtless would, be dechted. Then she thought of professing aloud to hare forgotten some thing which she must go to fetch, but, think ing of all the circumstances, she could not help beiieving the sour people dawn stairs to be in league with the red man, so that certain death must follow that move, even if the robber were not too wide awake to permit the rake. She had heard of its being dune, and so no doubt had lie, and ho would understand it. Besides all this, she had not found the Rey, and somehow she shrank from bending down again to search fur it. Who knew what she might encounter the next time: A knife, perhaps, or a pistol. or that oue gleaming eye ; and sontestartled motion might cause the xobbm to suspect her knowledge of his presence. No, she could not look for the key. A little while longer Mrs. Benson stood warming her hands at the fire; then she turned round to examine the position of the bed, and yawned aloud. She saw that the bed had been drawn down so as to leave a small space between its low head and the wall, and it occurred to her that this arrange ment had been made by the robber, who would doubtless prefer to emerge behind, where there would he least chance of the vic tim catching sight of him, and so unnecess ary noise might be avoided. By mason of her light barricade on one side, and the wall on the other, she would have to creep in at the foot of the bed.— After thinking over her position as calmly as was possible under the circumstances, she took a strang thick woolen scarf of un usual length, which had been wrapped over I her chest for thejourney, and tied behind: and putting out the candle she got ioto bed. gnawed again audibly. The fire burned low in the grate, and the room grew nearly dark. If I any one could have looked into it, they would have seen on the bed s crouching NNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 12, 18.63. figure, holding in its two hands the two ends of a searf—o-ne of these ends being slipped through a long loose knot on the other, and a pair of large eager eyes straining upon that fatal space between the bed-bead and the wall. A clock stuck down below. Mrs. Benson could hear the dull whirring eound of every stroke in the silent house, and an hysteric al desire to scream seized her; but just then there was a slight dragging nois under the bed, and her eyes were again fixed in that strained watchfnlness, The dragging came nearer the wall, slowly. The watcher had well calculated that the form of her terrible visitor must push itself up head first, shoul ders flat against the wall, and the arms comparativly pinioned. The hideous chance was that it might come up on one side or the other of the big noose waiting for it.— More dragging, then a shock head above the pillow, a stilled, gurgling cry, and the two hands of tha watcher were tugging with all their might at the two ends the woolen scarf. Chancing to to pass by the strange lady's door in the morning, the sour landlady was startled by the sound of a voice uttering strange sounds, a medley of talking. scream ing, and chuckling. She called her husband first, then the lady's servant ; and, after some altercation, the latter insisted on break ing open the door. A clatter of falling fur niture followed; and edging themselves in with some difficulty, they found the lady still in her crouching posture, and still clutching with both hands the ends of the sena' about that ghastly, staring head. At the sight of those three horrified faces she burst into a fit of hysterical crying, which (said my reciter) probably saved her reason. The suspicion which Mrs. Benson had con ceived, thather hosts were in league with the robber (as the shock-headed traveler turned out to be), was easily dissipated; and the kindness under the landlady's sour face was proved by her unsparing attention to the comfort of her guest until the latter was able for the journey home. The Magic Ring In olden times there lived a most beauti ful, pious and amiable Frau von• Alvensle• hen, who was respected and beloved by her friends and the high and mighty of the land, and looked up to and adored by her depen dents and the poor, who for many miles around felt the benefit of her loving chari ties. This favorite of fortune and nature had, however, one drop of gall mixed in her cup of happiness, which had well nigh embittered the whole of her precious gifts. She was childless, and it was no small grief to her beloved lord as well as herself to be denied an heir to their noble name and vast possessions, Frequently when more than usually oppressed by sad thoughts, she would wander forth and'seek in assuaging the sorrows of others a relief to her own painful reflections. On eine occasion, as in pensive Mood she was returning from one of these charitable visits to the sick and poor of her village, her way led through an 'avenue of well grown trees bordering the banks of the Elbe.— Slowly she walked with . eyes cast on the ground, when her steps were suddenly ar rested by a little dwarf, who stood respect fully before her. She was startled at first, but, seeing him looking smilingly at her, she soon regained her composure, and in a kind manner asked him whet he wanted. "Most gracious lady," quoth the dwarf, "all I wish is to give you brighter hopes, and to foretell that your future will be as happy as you deserve. Within a year from this time you will be blast with three sons at a birth (drillingc). .I pray you to accept this ring," continued he, handing her a large gold ring most •curiously- wrought; "have it divided into three equal parts, and when your sons ate:-'of age to understand the trust, give one piece to each of them to keep as a talisman against evil. As long as it remains in the family, the ilvenslebens will prosper." With these words the kind little man dis appeared; but his prophesy was realized, and his injunctions were carefully obeyed. The three little sons lived to form the source of three distinct lines of the Alvensleben family, and are distinguished by the Black, White, so•i the lied line. Years—nay, centuries—rolled by, but the three pieces of ring were carefully preserved by the descendants of the three brothers.— [lie age of superstition had cow passed away. Frederick the Great was mighty, and he scoffed at all things; Voltaire, his friend and teacher, sneered at every species of belief, cod the courtiers thought it be coming to imitate their master and his fa vorite. A. gay party was seated on the balcony of the castle of Bandar), which overhangs the muddy-colored, shallow. and sometimes treacherous, river Elbe. Amongst the com pany were several gay young officers of the royal hussars, then stationed at Magdeburg, who had ridden over to pay their deroirs to the fair lady of the manor, the Frau von Ilveasleben of the red line, a famous beau ty at Frederick's court. Although the mother of three fine boys, her beauty was at its zenith, and her sharp, ready wit and sa tirical, skeptical turn of mind had won finr her as teeny adusirers as her rare personal attractions. `•I never l'elieve in anything that I do not see or feel," said the lady, with a bright laugh, continuing an animated conversation about second sight ghost•seers; "nor du I care just now to believe in anything but that these strawberries are delicious," added she, holding up is ruddy berry; "that the air is pure and balmy, my companions must agreeable, and life altogether very charming and enjoyable." "Would that life were made up of such moments,!' sighed her nearest neighbor, with an ardent glance! "but alas! we mart bend to so many influences beyond our own control." "Not a whit," retorted the lively Indy, dederist seines Gluekes Scholia (every one forgets his own happiness,) saith the pro verb. "How can you say that, fairest of chan telaines, when you know lhat the happiness of each of us is dependent upon your good will?" responded one of the gallants: - "And," added the Major van Malmberg, a somewhat more sedate admirer, "you yourself, madame, must not forget that you are living under the spell of the famous Al vensleben ring; if you were to lose it, who knows what might happen?" "Alter schurt van Thurbeit nicht" (age is no preservative egainst folly) "I see," answered the beauty, pertly tossing her head. "Do you think I am such an idiot, as really to believe in this silly story of the ring? I thought my sentiments were better known, and to prone to you how free from superstition I am, * * slte ran into the room through the open folding doors, has tily unlocked a casket with a Small gulden key which hung from her neck chain, and swiftly returning, made a comical low Curt sey to the circle of gentlemen, and, with a graceful movement, flung what she had in her hand down into the rushing river at her feet: "There," she cried, exultingly, "there goes the token of old superstition, which has too long been treasured in our family; there goes the famous ring, and may the Alven slebons ever more depend upon themselves for their good luck and prosperity." The act was greeted with bravos, and warm expressions of admiration at the strength of mind she had eiibited, by the young officers, whose only wish was to flat tcr and please the star of the day : yet some in their hearts disapproved, others felt as it a blank had fallen on their spirits, and though outwardly merry, the party separa ted with far less jovial feelings than they had ever before experienced within the walls of Randen. Six weeks afterwards, this _laughing, scoffing beauty was bent low in sadness and sorrow. She bad in that short period lost her husband and her three sorts, all of whom were suddenly c irried off by a virulent fev er. It is not known wether she connected this sad berevenient with her imprudent act, but probably her haughty skepticism receiv ed a shock, for she renounced the world, and ever after led n life of sorrow and se clusion. Thus ended the Red line of the Alvenslebene. The members of the Black line, shocked by the sad occurrence, and fearful least some accident might cause the loss of so ,small an of as the third part of a ring. had it melted among other gold and moulded into a g. blet or Polkal, which the sole survivor of that line still possesses. Their star, however, has fallen, and from the prosper ous and numerous family which then florish- . ed, and was in possesion of nearly half the province of Magdeburg, but two descea dents in middling circumstances now exist. The last member of importance of that line was the highly esteemed minister of state under Frederick ‘Vilhelin lIL., Count Albert Alvensleben, who died at So late a period as 1858. The members of the White line have been the wisest of the three; they still carefully preserve among the family archives in their Castle at Erzleben, near Magdeburg, their precious share of the little dwarf's present. This family is amongst the most highly es teemed and beloved of all the old noblesse of Prussia: highly favored and truly. locod by their monarch, many of them still hold important offices in the army and state, and the White line still counts thirty or forty members. A Thrilling Incident of the War Nine or ten years ago a citizen of one of the towns in the eastern part of Massachusetts, was unjustly suspected of a crime which the statute could not easily reach, but deservedly brings upon him guilty of it the indignation of upright men. There were circumstances which gave color to the suspicion, and the un fortunate gentleman suffered the misery of loss of friends, business and reputation. Iris sen sitive nature could not face these trials; and he fell into such a condition of mind and body that alarmed his family. At last, baring in vested his property so that it could be easily managed by his wife, he suddenly disappeared, leaving her comfortable with the care of two boys, of ten and twelve years. The first fear that he had sought violent death, was partly dispelled lzry the orderly arrangement of his affairs, and after the discovery that a daguer reotype of the family group was missing from the parlor table, not much effort was made to trace the fetitive. When, afterwards, facts were developed which established his Moo. cenee of the crime charged, it was found im possible to communicate with him; and as the pubticatson of the story in the Columns of sev eral widely circuluted journals failed to recall him, he was generally supposed to be dead: At the outbreak of the present civil war his eldest son, now a young ma., was induced by a friend, a Captain in a Western regiment, to $1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVABE; 12,00. IF NOIN'A'IVANZ"'' enlist in his compa4. He behaved well all. through the campaigns in Missouri and Ten nessee, and after the capture of Fort Donelson, was awarded a First Lieutenant's commission. At the battle of Murfreesboro', he was wound ed in the left arm so slightly that he was still able to take charge of a squad of wounded prisoners. While performing this duty he be came aware that one of them, a middle aged man, with a full heavy beard, was looking at him with fixed attention. 'The day after the fight, as the officer was passing, the soldier gave the military salute, and said : A word with you, 'sir, if you please. You remind me of an old friend. Are you from New England ?" ''l am," From Massachusetts?" Yes." And your name ?" The young Lieutenant told his name, and why he came to serve in a Western regiment. L thodght so," said the other, and turning away he was silent. . • Although his curiosity was much'excited by the soldier's manner, the officer forebote to question him, and withdrew. But in the al• ternoon he took occasion.jo renew the conver sation and expressed the interest awakened in him by the incident of the moaning. .‘ I. knew your father," said the prisoner. ," Is he wail ?" •, We have not seen him for years. We think he is dead." Then followed such an explanation of the circumstances of his disappearance as the young man could give. He had never known the precise nature of the charges against his father 3 but was able to make it quite clear that his innocence had been established. "c I knew your mother, also," continued the soldier. "I was in love with her when she married your father." have a letter from her dated ten days ago. My brother is a nine months' man in New Orleans." After a little desolatory conversation, the soldier took from under his coat a leathern wallet, and disclosed a daguerreotype case.— The clasp was gone, and the corners were rounded by wear. " Will you oblige me," he said, by looking at this, alone, in your tent?" Agitated almost beyond control, the young officer took the case and hurried away. lie had seen the picture before! It represented a man and woman, sitting side by side, with a boy at the knee of each. The romantic story moved the commander of the division to grant the young man a furlough, and both father and son reached home last week—The Worcester 411. INFANT Buono:v.—The following curi ous account of a baboon family is translated from a recent French work, by M. 13 atard, for Goodrich's " Illustrated National Ilia tory ;" "There have been, and still are, in the menagerie of the Garden of Plants, Paris, a - number of baboons, and four years ego, a female, who had a young one, furn ished one Of the most'amusing and singular spectacles I ever witnessed. She was placed with it in a cage, near the one she formerly occupied with several other animals of the same species. The infant baboon was hide ously ugly, but she lavished upon it the most tender . caresses. When it was eight days old, the door of communication was opened, and her male entered. The mother seated in the middle of the cage,• held the young heir in her arms, precisely as nmarse would do under similar circumstances. The happy father appro tched and embraced his mate with French gallantry upon each side of the facet he then kissed the little ono, and sat down opposite to the mother, so that their knees touched each other. They then both began to move their lips whit raTi lity, taking the young one from each other's arms, as if they were having a must animat ed conversation concerning it. "The door. was again opened, and the baboon friends entered ono after another, each embracing the mother, who, however, would not allow-them to touch the young one. They seated themselves in a circle and moved their lips, as if felicitating the hap py couple on the arrival of the son and heir, and perhaps ending in it a marvelous re semblance to either father or mother. This scene was very much like that which often takes plane in the human family on similar occasions, except that we suspect the felici• tations were more heartfelt and genuine on the part of the brutes than on that of their more favored prototypes. "All the baboons wished to caress the young one; but no sooner did one of them put forward his hand than it good slap from the mother warned him of his indiscretion. Those who were placed behind-her stretched their hand out slyly, slid it under her arms, and succeeded sometimes, to their great joy. in teaching the little one without the mother perceiving it, particularly when she was en gaged in eunversation. But is smart cor rection soon taught that their indiscretion was observed, and they qnickly retreated. It was evident that the monkey mother thoroughly acquainted with the requirement of her position, knew perfectly *ell how to divide her attention between her guests and her infant charge." Tut Num" Scrrucxxx.—A letter from Cracrow thtts describes the dreaded scythe; men of the Polish Army: I believe the soldiers of Russia have the credit of being able to stand a bayonet charge as well or better than those of any other na tion except one, which need nuf be particu- larized fur the benefit of 1:4114th readers.-'- But at claim quarters the Russian shrinks from the Polish scythe as from death itself; [WHOLE NUMBER and whenever it has been found possible-to get the Kossanieri—in however small a num ber—within something like reach of,the en emy, the latter has - turned and fled. This, after all, is not to be wondered at. The Russian sof dier,avho is only a Russian peas- Ant, shaves', shornmnd-half-choketltitra tight military suit, is a creature of -- ,habit; he bad learned that to be aketiered on bayonet - is the sort of thing he has to ex pect, and to which the men in his regiment have, in n collective' solo,' long•been accus tomed. But to be slakbed iiiOn - faCe;by people who tura their reaping hooks into sabres, and their .scythes niter two ellgeti swords, is more thou he erer bargained fut:, and he won't stand it. , On the other hand, the seythentuti 'aro said to become quite unmanageable. when they are - exposed for any length of time to the fire of the Russians, to which they are; of.course, unable to reply. - A - eCorditiglY;Tel a general rule, they have, been kept eut•of sight, either in ambush or behind ordinary infantry, until the moment arrived for them to rush forward and strike terror into, the ranks of the :Muscovites. All the victories gained by the insurgents 'under the com mand of Langiowicz, (and I can't think of an instance in which they were really beat en,) have been decided by the acythemen, or. the Zoo:tree, or the seythunen and.2euaves. in combination, and generally the scythe men alone. At Skala, Lan,giewiez not only led the seythernen in person, but himself carried a scythe, which he took up at the last moment before giving the order to charge. FSMALE "FAINTING" AS A PSOFESSION.- One day, in a trial fur petty larceny be= fore the Tribunal Correctional of Paris, a handsome young lady, smartly and stylishly: dressed, was called upon to appear as a' witness. The presiding judge asked her' name, and then put the usual question cony corning her profession. " I faint," answer ed madam, in her weakest though most ail very tone. The gallant votary of Theisis' told on officer of the court to bring her 'a chair, and allowed her sufficient time for re- . covering. Then, "Be not afraid, madam," - said he, " and please to tell me before . you , are sworn, what is your profession 2" "1, faint," again bashfully whispered the pret ty witness in a scarce audiable voice. This. time, the Vice-President sent for a glass of water; the interesting dame sipped it slow ly; then, bowing gracefully to the judge,. she looked at him, seemingly waiting for further questions. And again she was re- • quired to sate her profession: Wonder ing and thoroughly amazed, she replied, "But, Monsieur le President, I had already the honer to tell you that my profession is to faint." "To faint V' exclaimed the bench, with one voice, "can there be such a profes sion?" Madam. answered in the-afficma- • tive, and explained that she earned a liveli hood, and nut a despicable one, either, by , sitting every evening, in n most fashionablis dress, in a prominent balcony 'stall atihe Theatre de la Porte Saint Martin, .and ap propriately fainting away, out of sheer emo tion, at the tragical moment pointed out before hand by the author of the play. :Ate, added that her services were highly valua ble, and that the manager never had to cutnplain of the impressive manner in which glee, for one, performed her part. Unhap pily, by thus publicly exposing the pot aux roses, her occupation was gone; but we trust that the Imperial Court hare offered her a wider and more dignifiedecope for the display of her useful talent. nom AND Mtt. Forms.--Correct Mews of Use Dormer.—••Fubbs, I want to talk to you a, while. and I want you to lis. ton while Ido it. You want to go to sleep, but I don't; I'm not one of the sleepy kind. It's a good thing fur you, Mr. Fubbs, that you have a wife who imparts iofurrnation by lectures, else you would be a perfect ignor amus. Not a thing about the !muse to read, except a little bible that the Christian ASio elation give you, and at'lmet which that fel low,. called Porter left one day, entitled ' Light to the Heathen." Fubbs, you may feel thankful you ain't a Mormon: yes, I understand that insinuation, too, you pro fane vrreteld You mean you're glad you haven't but one Wife. You never would hare known there was a Mormon, Mr. Fubbs, if I hadn't told you, cause you're too stingy to tako u paper'. Nov,' Fubbs, I de clare your name ought to he Fibs, you tall so many of 'cm. It's only last week I lost a dollar and a half un butter I-sold tort ped lar, because I didn't know the market price. This would hare paid fur the paper the whole year. And then you are so ignorant. Fubbs. Don't you recollect when you took•- the gun and walked down to the big muds a hunting, because some one said that the Yorke* were marching into Rushes? Y:e-s yo-u You •needn't deny it, Fubbs.— Didn't kill any, did you? It was a bad day for turkeys, wasn't it, Fubbs? TUE LAITST TRICK Paris, ono day not long since; says the cor respondent of the London Spectator, - an al- luring, though modest-looking, fashionably attired lady, sweeps in full crinoline into a • rich mogasilt, at dinner time, when a solita ry young clerk sits behind the counter.— She tells him, in most dulcet tones, smiling and bliishing all the while, that by some unlucky accident she has lost her garter and feels so uncomtlirtable; would he not have the kindness to give her a tiny Utile of tape, as it would peter do to appear On the boulevards with her stocking hanging down over her halmorals. The gallant youth offers her, of course. his finest silk Wwid, instals her into his mercantile throne and • modestly looks astray whilst the fair creature is busy -with her, toilet. 'At lean she leaves, but not without rewarding the obliging adolescent with her, sweetest, most provoking smile. Its fondly follows her with hie eyes from his shop doctr. admirl . ng her boots 'and •Iver stockings, tied Davarsua. petting. alas I that his pretty tape haa.besa made use, of for tying.* coolly. poi:0;ot silk to an ample and strong crinoline. A:nettc err time' he will 'and-hest.i .148; - gri Vial y pease. ! ..a
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