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THE POTTER JOURNAL
Jno. S. Mann,
VOLUME XXIV, NO. 42.
The POTTER JOURNAL
Pl-BLISHED EVERT FRIDAY AT
(Office m Olmsted Block.)
TERMS, 8 1.7A I'f.u Year in Advance.
Jno. S. Mann, S. F. Hamilton,
C. J. CURTIS,
Attorney at Law aiul District Attorney,
Office on MA IX St., [over the Post Office,
Solicits all business pretaining to Ills profession.
SjK'cial attention given to collections.
JOH! , t . MXf*. ARTHTR B. MASS
JOHN S. MANN & SON,
Attorneys at Law and Conveyancers,
[collections promptly attended to.
Arthur B. Mann.
General Insurance Agent & Notary Public.
s. S. GREENMAN,
/yTTOPtiNTEY" AT LAW,
(OFFICE OVER FOBSTFK'S STORE,)
L 0 OLVSTED I>. C. I.ARRABEE
OLMSTED 4 LARRAREE,
[attorneys and counselors at law
(OltUe iu Olmsted Block,)
kltiirney fit Law and Insurance Agent,
A. M . REYNOLDS,
(OFFICE t- OI.M-TF.TI BLOCK,)
Blown & Kei.i.t. Propr's.
I'nrner of SECOND and EAST Streets,
COUDKRSPORT, PENN A.
try attention pnl'l to th convenience and
comfort of guests.
Sd i stabling attaehed.
inner of MAIN and NORTH Streets,
rGood Stabling attached.
I PEARSALL & WEBSTER,
Elt rove SECOND, (over French's store,)
itlntr. Glazing, Graining, Galelmtnfng.
nlshing, Paner-haneing, etc., done
h neatness, promptness and
dispatch tn all cases, and
IN'TS fcr sale. ' W2S-1 J
■SOS 3. S. MANN
10MPSON & MANN.
Wedieines, Books, Stationery,
Otis P'P-'TS fl'ts writ PAPER, &C.,
<hr. AfWfn and Third St*.,
S. F. HAMILTON.
AND JOB PRINTER
lower Main and Third.)-
ft DERSPORT, PA.
C. M. ALLEN,
eal and Mechanical Dentist,
ttiaranteed to give satisfaction.
D. J. CROWELL,
■ • 3- Ball Jointer Sc B 'Ring Machine,
'LMAIIONINC, Cameron co., Pa.
<n>f: ( ttshixole ma chixk to
drinf Machines and Oensrai Custom Work
ft'so, S i ii t
untnl, & J*rrsro
find Pa l ER HANGING done
llb neatness and dispatch.
J' H. NEEFE,
RlA °E FACTORY,
nt a * J" mmin^arif 1 Repairing done
ness and durability. Charges
c - BREUNLE,
rm- IL,K VV ORK,
?? ev ;' fllll! he<J to or<ter, !
aUII workmanship, on
at "wofflce of .Torn- !
r * Uv e prompt * tteuUon. '
The Angel of Pain.
Aiifel of Pain. I think thy face
\\ ill be, in all the heavenly place,
| The sweetest face that 1 shall see,
And swiftest face to smile on me.
All other angels faint and tire;
Joy wearies, and forsakes desire;
Hope falters, face to face with Fate,
And dies because it cannot wait:
And Love cuts short each loving day,
I Because fond hearts cannot obey
That subt est law which measures bliss
By what it is content to inlss.
But thou, O loving, faithful Pain-
Hated, reproached, rejected, slain—
Dost only closer cling and bless
In sweeter, stronger steadfastness.
Dear, patient angel, to tldne own
Thou comest. and art never known
Till late, in some lone twilight place
The light of thy transfigured face
Sudden shines out, and speechless, they
Know they have walked witli Christ all day.
HER TWO HANDS.
Old Casper came home about sun
set. His pick was on his shoulder;
so was his old wool hat for he thrust
it far back from his wrinkled front.
Casper had a bend, as if he had been
half persuaded these many years to
go on hands and knees again, so
heavily time sat on his back and so
close to the earth (lid his daily labor
He was a good natured, trotting
old fellow working his mouth eagerly
and training his bleared eyes as lie
approached the town's draggled
skirts, for very thinking of his old
folks—his old woman and his little
There were rows of dismal frame
huts all around, built by railroad
companies for the purpose of penning
as many of their employe's families
at a time as possible. They repose
gloomy and barn-like, squat on that
sandy foundation which scripture
condemns, swarming with legions of
tallow-lieaded children. Women,
sharp at the elbows and sharper at the
face, were raising clouds of po/k
smoke from their respective kitchen
altars. In fact the whole neighbor
lkood reeked with the smell of grease,
and tlcvening was so warm a Lap
landar Uuvo i'uacutd it- l)ui
Casper's nose was not delicate. He
trotted over the cinder sidewalk liod
i ding this way and that, glad there
was such a line air and that his old
bones were so near home.
'Thar's the little gal, as usual,' he
chuckled; as he turned a corner and
found Madgie on her lookout at the
gate. She was a comforting sign to
see in that neighborhood, so tidy fair
in calico and braids, and the pink
flesh color of youth. Ycu wondered
why she had been no further up town
and draped in something costly; why
her deft fingers had never learned
there were ten keys to unlock a soul
which slumbers in rosewood and
which rises at a touch like some bless
ed genii, to comfort all ills and fill
all thoughts; you wondered why
some high bred father was not com
ing home to her now. But then this
old man would have found it so hard
to do without her. Then, too, Madge
might never in her iife have struck
the royal heart which was now in
her hands, which she held her bank
against all the future and the interest
of which was the only income which
'There you are, grandpa!' cried
'Yes, and there j'ou are, Madgie;
and here we both are, Madgie!' enter
ing the open gate and casting down
He put his hands on both sides of
her head and gave her a sounding
smack on the cheek.
'Yes, yes; just wait until I get a
little of the smut off my hands and
neck. It's been a powerful hot, dusty
Casper trotted through the little
barn allotted to him, hailed his old
wife, who sat ready to pour his tea,
and after blowing and plunging
through a deal of water, returned to
his family with shining countenance
and a handful of onions.
'I jist pulled these up for a relish.
They're cooling, ingens is. You tend
ed that ingen bed, didn't you,
'Grandma and I.'
'And we wanted some of them in
gens for market,' said the old wife,
eyeing the sacrifice severely. 'We
ain't got no ground to throw away
raising luxuries for ourselves.'
'Well, well, mother,' pleaded Cas
per, dipping his fragrant sphere in
COTTDERSPORT, PA., FRIDAY, MAY 16, 1873.
salt. 'I don't ealk'late to pall 'em
all. I jist wanted somethin' refresh
in' after a hard day. Taste 'em,
I Madgie,' said he, insinuating the
emerald tops toward her.
'Oh, no, grandpa, keep 'em your
self,' shaking her head and smiling.
'I feel,' replied Casper, filling his
senses and his jaw with perfumed
i roots until a blind man would have
pronounced him a Mexican, if his
i nose had sat in judgment over Cas
per, 'I feel as if I needed
somethin' refreshin' workin' hard day
after day, for nothin' you might say.
Sort of seein' your work go to pieces
under your eyes and knowin' the
danger to them on the road.'
'What do you mean, grandpa?'
cried Madge, turning white as her
bread and butter.
'Why, honey, you see we've picked
and picked in that cut, and the sile's
as unstiddy as water. The stones
and the earth just roll on the track
contineial. The company orto do
somethin' to that cut. Stones as big
as you is jarred down every train
But then the road's new, the road's
'Men ain't got no sense,' broke in
the old wife. 'Don't you see you're
skeering that child to death for fear
Charley'll get mashed up. He runs
on the road.'
Two blades of keen remorse leaped
from Casper's bleared eyes.
'Now, don't you be skeered, hone}'.
, Take an injen, honey.'
He reached over to pet her fingers.
'Charley didn't pass to-day when
the dirt was rattlin' down so. He
don't pass till half after eight this
evening and we left the track as clear
as this table. Yes, sir; them rails
is as free and bright as new tin pans.
So don't you be skeered, honey.'
'l'm not scared about anything,
grandpa,' said Madge tremulously,
but smiling like a rainbow.
'There, now, mother,' cried Casper
triumphantly, turning to his onions,
\<>u came Clown on me lor notion'.
She ain't skeered a bit.'
No, not a bit. She flew around the
room like a bird, washed the earthen
ware, brought her grandfather his
pipe and dropped at his feet to tell
him some funny story afloat, .n his
enjoyment he wrapped himself in
such a cloud that she could hardly
see the clock.
Madge slipped out to the gate.
She was often there, looking lip the
road. The two old people sat inside
thinking of the days when they were
She was restless and flitted over
the cinder sidewalk, following a mag
net which would ha\e drawn her from
the centre of the earth. To the road,
of course. How often had she watched
the rails converging horizonward un
til they sharpened themselves to a
needlepoint. The railroad had a f is
cination for Madge. When a baby
she used to follow her grandfather
to his work, and hide among the
bushes to see the big freights lumber
ing by, and the express trains whirl
ing into town like screaming land
demons. She had heard of the sea
and the spell it had upon sailors, but
she saw the railroad and felt the spell
which nobody seemed to remark that
it cast over inland labors. She saw
her boy playmates sucked up by 'the
road;' heard her grandfather tell of
hairbreadth escapes from collisions,
of cool courage in men placing them
selves between the people they carried
and most horrible death. She had
learned the power and mission of
'the road.' In short, she was as loyal
a daughter of the rail as any Maine
skipper's child is of the sea. Madge
had affinity for an engine. To day
her throat swelled, her eye kindled
when the great iron animal swept
past her. Charley drove an engine,
and his engine was in her eyes a fit
ting exponent of the strength and
beautyof his manhood. Such was the
romance of her little dry life. Every
body must have his enthusiasm. She
had been in the town's great depot at
night arrived from a holiday trip,
and had laughed aloud to see some
busy engine hurrying up and down,
picking up freight like a hen gather
ing her chickens; now breathing and
panting away at the head of its
charge. She had waked from sleep
to hear them calling to each other
through the darkness and translated
to herself what they said.
It was a proper thing for Madge
to be a engineer's wife. She thought
it a fitting thing to lye Charley's wife
under any circumstances, I assure
you. There was now only a little
strip of time between Madge and
Charley. She looked over that little
strip and saw just how it would be.
They were to have a cottage on a
clean street; her grand-parents if they
became infirm, were to have home
with her; 'and these two little hands,'
said Charley, 'will make me the dear
est nest; I'll be so glad to run into
it at night!'
Madge's pink face took on rose as
she thought of all these things, look
| ing up and down the cut to sec if the
track was clear as her grandfather
had safd. She felt relieved and
foolish about coming out there
through twilight to spy for Charley's
welfare and much inclined to hide
from the smoke rising far off. But
those unstable sandy walls towerii.g
I over his way; Madge watched theui
jealously. Just as the thunder of
the train could be heard, her heart
stood still to see them dissolve, like
pillars ground down by some malici
ous Samson and piled upon the track
until nothing could be seen for yards
but one long hill of earth and
Now , little Madge, if there is hero
ism in you, it must meet and lasso
that iron beast whirling a hundred
people upon death I A hundred! The
whole world was in the engine house.
He would not try to save himself when
he came upon the life-trap. She saw
how he would set his lips, bend
nerve and brain to the emergency;
she saw how car would crush into
car, the wreck lie over a burning en
gine, and Charley be ground and
charred under them all!
O, sublimely selfish woman! She
flew over the track like a thing of
wings. It was life and Charley, or
death with Charley. The headlight
flashed un through the duk. There
her grandfather's hut and cheered
her -last appearance.' So people l'roth
up in gratitude.
were matches in her pocket; she
scraped them on a rail, and tore off
her apron. Oh, they wouldn't ignite,
and the cotton would but smolder
It is rolling down ot- her swift as air.
Bless the loom which wove the cloth
which made the cotton apron! She
tossed it, blinking and blazing above
tier head, walking slowly backward.
She was seen. The engine rem
the evening air with yells; the brakes
were on—her lasso bad caught it—it
could now be stopped in time. She
darted aside, but the current was too
strong for her. She was dizzy ; fell,
and clutched in the wrong direction.
Poor, poor little fingers.
Now the people pour out; they
run here and there. Women are cry
ing—perhaps because they were'nt
hurt. The engineer darts along like
a madman, looking under the train.
There, a dozen feet before ihe engine,
rises a sand bill. Everybody wants
to know how they were stopped be
fore they rounded the curve.
'Here she is!' shouted Charley,
striding up with a limp bundle, like
a king who had sacrificed to the good
of the state. 'She showed the signal
and stood up to it until I saw her—
until we almost run her down!
There's half the fingers cut oil" her
left hand ! There, what do you think
of that now, lor the woman who
saved you all ?' holding up the muti
'God bless it!' prayed an old gen
tleman, taking oil" his hat.
'Amen!' roared the crowd. With
one breath they raised three shouts,
which shook the sand hills until they
came down handsomely a second
time, Charley standing above their
enthusiasm with the fainting child in
his arms, like a regent holding some
'Let me see her,' sobbed first one
woman, then another. So Charley
sat down and let them crowd around
him with ice water, cologne and lin
en for bandages. He even gave the
men a glimpse of her waxy face, just
unfolding to consciousness. Like
all western people they wanted to
pour out their hearts in 'a purse.'
Madge hid her lace on Charley's
blouse, and 'would none of it.'
He carried her home at the head
of a procession which stopped before
An hour afterwards, when the
neighbors were dispersed and Casper
stood convinced that an "ingen' might
not be the best brace for Madge's
ne'ves, when her hand was dressed
and her grandmother was quavering
a song in the corner, Madge turned
such a look on Charley as even that
stont-liearted fellow could not stand.
He leaned close to her, and not yet
having washed the smoke off his face,
was as A ulcan-like a lover as you
could desire. But Madge, always
saw the god. not the mechanic.
'Oh, Charley! how can I make a
little nest for you now? After the
feeling of to-night is over you will
wish you had married anybody rather
than a maimed girl!'
Unwise Madge! She drew her fate
upon herself. Ido aver that to this
day her nose is much flattened by the
vice-like punishment Charley made
her suffer for that speech.
When he came in next evening he
laid a paper in her lap and watched
the pale face expand and blossom
while she read a deed of gift to her
of the prettiest cottage on the pretti
est street in the city. The company
which Charley served, and which
could do handsome things as well as
thoughtless ones, begged her. in a
flattering note, to accept the gift as a
small acknowledgement of their obli
gations to her.
'How could she make a little nest
for him?' asked Charley, looking at
her through brimming eyes.
'Why, with her hands, after all,'
answered Madge, crying.
'And this will always be the pret
tier hand of the two,' said that fool
ish fellow, touching the bandaged
One of the most remarkable dis
coveries supposed to be made by
modern science is the drifting of the
stars. Richard A. Proctor, Secretary
of the Royal Astronomical Society,
| claims the merit of first suggesting
the possibility of there being in fact
no fixed stars; but Professor Iliggins
issaiil to have first demonstrated the
fact that certain of the stars, notably
Sirius, are wandering through space
with almost incredible rapidity. The
undulatory light waves are the crite
ria by which this approach or reces
sion is formed, and the rate at which
they strike the eye of the observer
gives the proof of the stars coming
toward the earth or going from it.
If the waves come in quicker succes
sion than from a luminous body at
rest the source of light, according to
a well known law, is approaching;
if, on tne contrary, they come in
slower succession than from a lumi
nous body at rest the source of light
is receding. Not only does this
"star-drift " —as Mr. Proctor calls it
—take place with single stars, but
groups, with rythmic motion, are
circling among them selves, sometimes
drifting silently, swiftly, mysteriousl} 7
in a common direction, sometimes in
tervolved in a manner at present un
A Humane Invention.
A very accomplished young lady
of Washington, daughter of Mrs.
Anna 11. Dorsey, the well known
writer, has invented and obtained a
patent for an invention by which the
driver of a street railway car can be
effectually guarded against all inclem
encies of weather and which is the
realization of all that could be desired
to effect so philanthropic an object.
This very valuable improvement
has been carefully examined and
highly approved of by various gentle
men competent to judge of its merits,
and we trust will not only be gener
ally adopted by our rail car compa
nies, but w ill also prove a source of
fair and just remuneration to the
young inventor. We are informed
that this patent can be applied with
slight expense to any car.
The Dead of 1872.
The years of the present century
hitherto remarkable for the number
of their distinguished dead were 1832
and 18511. The twelfth month of 1872
must now be added to those memo
rable predecessors—perhaps, indeed,
it surpasses them in the length of its
catalogue of departed genius and
In our own country we have lost
such prominent statesmen and poli-
ticians as Wni, H. Seward; Messrs.
Mall, of New Jersey; Bragg, of
North Carolina; Van Winkle, of
West Virginia; Davis, of Kentucky:
Grimes, of Iowa; and Walker, of
Wisconsin, —all of whom had been
members of the United States Sen
ate. Ex-Postmaster General Ran
dall and Mr. C. J. Ingresoll, formerly
Minister to Russia, have also passed
away. The journalistic profession
numbers among its departed James
Gordon Bennett, Horace Greeley, J.
R. Spalding, of the N. Y. World.
and Edward A. Pollard, the last be
ing perhaps more noted for his con-
nection with general literature than
for his labors on the Richmond Ex
amine!'. The army has suffered the
loss of Gens. Meade and Ilalleck,
and their late opponents of the rebel
service, Gens. Ewell and Anderson,
have also died. Science mourns for
Prof. Morse, and literature for Dr.
Leiber, T. Buchanan Read, G. P.
Putnam, Prof. Hadley, of Yale Col
lege, and " Fanny Fern.'' Sulley,
Kensett, Dnneanson and Ames will
paint no more.
In Francis Vinton, Bishop East
burn, of Massachusetts, Peter Cart
wright, Archbishop Spalding and
Bishop McGill, the Episcopal, Meth
odist and Roman Catholic Churches
have lost able representatives. Da
vid Paul Brown, of Philadelphia,
and Gen. Howard, editor of the Uni
ted States Supreme Court Reports,
are among the most eminent of the
lawyers who have died. Lowell Ma
son lives only in his compositions.
Joseph H. Seranton, Erastus Corn
ing, Samuel N. Pike, John A. Gris
wold and James Fi-k, Jr., are per
haps the most prominent men of
wealth and financial ability whose
career lias drawn to a close. The
stage lias sustained no common loss
in 11 ackett, Forrest and Eliza Logan.
In the old world "pale death, who
knocks alike at the haunts of the
poor and the palaces of" kings," has
summoned away Charles XV, of
Sweden; Aibrceht, of Austria, the
Victor of Custozza; the Princess of
Leiningen, half-sister to Queen Vic
toria; and the young Duke of Guise,
the pride and hope of the House of
Orleans; Mazziui, the Italian revo
lutionist; Juarez, President of Mexi
co; Earl Mayo, Governor-General of
India; Sir Ilenry Bulwer, the Duke
!of Bedford; the former Postmaster-
General of England, Lord Lonsdale;
Kisseleff, the Russian statesman;
and the Duke of Persigny, one of
|lhp D ustiest councilors of the ex
i Emperor of the French, have retired
forever from the political world.
Merle d'Aubigne, the religious histo
rian, and Feurbaek, the atheistical
speculator; Babinet, a Frenchman of
science; Theophile Gautier, one of
the most graceful contributors of the
Parisian journals; Sir John Bow
ring, an Oriental scholar and diplo
mat, hymn-writer and reformer; and
Horace May new and Charles Lever,
novelists, are the best known depart
ed literateurs. The German stage
has been deprived of Bogumil Daw
ison and Emil Devrient, and that
of England of its former ornament,
Miss O'Neil, who abandoned Iter pro
fession to become Lady Beecher.
Our list is not a short one, but it
is by no means complete, even with
regard to those who have claims on
public notice. Some of our readers
will perceive omissions which they
will till mentally, at least, while very
few will fail to call to mind some
dear friend w ho, if unknown to fame,
nas left a wider gap in the social
circle than many a famous diplomat
or writer has done in the world at
The Danbury News is the best
digestive pill that has yet been dis
covered. Here is au item concern
ing buttons that should be read im
mediately after a hearty dinner, or
late supper, and is warranted to
make the reader proof against dys
pepsia: It is bad enough to see a
bachelor sew on a button, hut he is
the embodiment of grace alongside
of a married man. Necessity has
compelled experience in the case of
the former, but the latter lias always
deperideu upon seme one else for this
service, and fortunately for the sake
of society it is rarely he is obliged to
resort to the needle himself. Some-
S. F. Hamilton,
$1.75 A YEAR
times the patient wife scalds her
right hand, or runs a sliver under
the nail of the index finger of that
hand, and it is then the man clutches
the needle round the neck and, for
getting to tie a knot in the thread,
commences to put on the button. It
is always in the morning and from
five to twenty minutes after he is ex
pected to bo down in the street, ile
lays the button exactly 011 the site
of its predecessor and pushes the
needle through one eye, and carefully
draws the thread after, leaving about
three inches of it sticking up for the
leeway. lie gays to himself: "Well,
if women don't have the easiest timo
I ever see.'' Then he comes back the
other way and gets the needle through
the cloth well enough, and lays him
self out to find the eye, but in spite of
a great deal of patient jabbing the nee
dle point persists in bucking against
the solid part of that button and fi
nally, when lie looses patience, his
finger catches the thread and that
three inches he had left to hold the
button slips through the eye in a
twinkling and the button rolls lei
surely across the floor. He picks it
up without a single remark, out of
; respect for his children, and makes
' another attempt to fasten it. This
time when coming back with the nee
die he keeps both the thread and but
ton from slipping by covering them
i with his thumb, and it is out of re?
; gard for that part of him that he
' feels around for the eye in a very
' careful and judicious, manner, but
! eventually losing his philosophy as
| the search becomes more and more
hopeless he tails to jabbing about in
a loose and.savage manner, and it is
just then the needle finds the open,
ing and comes up through the but
ton and part way through his thumb
with a celer'ty that no human inge
nuity can guard against. Then he
lays down the things with a few fa
miliar quotations and presses the in
jured hand between his knees, and
then holds it under the arm, and fi
nally jams it into his mouth, and all
the while he prances about the floor
| and calls upon heaven and earth to
witness that there has never been
anything like it since the world was
I created, and howls, and whistles, and
moans, and sobs. After a while he
| calms down, and puts on his pants,
'and fastens them together with a
: stick, and goes to ]ii> business a
: changed man.
It is often said that "dirt'' is
healthy, and that those children
thrh e who arc sent out to make
mud-pies. That may be true; but I
incline to think that the "lotting
| alone" should have a good share of
the credit of health-giving,
Put comfortable clothing on your
little one. Give him room enough
to experiment in the use of his firms
and legs where there are no pitfalls
to entrap him. Give him harmless
things to play with, the simpler the
better, and then judiciously let him
alone and lie will be more likely to
be amiable than if you bedeck him
with line garments and put him into
an elegantly-furnished room with
delicately-constructed toys to play
with and two or three grown people
to take care of him.
Tiilre was once an old woman
who, in answer to a visiting almon
er's inquiries as to how she did, said:
"Oh, sir, the Lord is very good to
me; I've lost iny husband and my
eldest son, and my youngest daugh
ter, and I'm half blind, and I can't
sleep or move about for the rheum
atics; but I've got two teeth left in
my head, and, praise and bless His
holy name, they're opposite each
other!" Tt has been said that this
old woman was thankful for small
mercies— St. Paul's.
THE gentleman so often spoken of
in novels, who riveted people with
his gaze, has obtained employment
in a boiler-manufactory, with extra
pay, on account of his peculiar fac
RECIPE FOR MAKING A ROW.—
Walk along the pavement of a crowd
ed thoroughfare with a ladder on
jour shoulder and turn round vwry
two minutes to see if anybody is
making faces at you.