Whole No. 2563. BLYMYER & STANBARGER. mm: i COMMISSIOX lOROKAiraSj Hear t'anal Basin, Lewistown, Pa., AVill purchase every description of Produce at current prices. AI.W A V SOOrN r H AND, PLASTER, SALT; FISH, STOXE COAL of assorted SIZES. LIV Eli URXELTS' D- BLACKSMITHS' COAL. GEO. BLYMYER, 'vit2fr Cheese—all of tiio best quality \ • :.s!,".t;tly on band, for sale wholesale or re t,i!: ' ! )• i-t to be had daily during summer. tuVJ-i-yr JUST RECEIVED s fv A SELECT STOCK OF Boots, Shoes, Gaiters, &c, f r an a, w •men. boys, and children, which ire • tiered for sale remarkably low. J. CLARK, niylO Opposite the Union House. j McALISTERVILLE ACADEMY Juniata County, Pa. (•EO. F. MCF.IRL.IXD, Principal IF Proprietor. JACOB MILLER, Prof- of Mathematics, SFC. MIST .LYME S. CRIST, Teacher of Music, S,-c. The next session oi' this institution com mences on the 2Cth of July, to continue 22 weeks. Students admitted at any time. A Normal Department ail! be formed which will afford Teachers the best opportunity of preparing for fall examina tions. A NEW APPARATUS has been purchased, Lecturers engaged, Ac. I CRMS —Boarding, Room und Tuition, per •emon. >;">"> to §6O. Tuition alone 3t usual rates. 2-y*Circulars sent free on application. sxmiilmmar SX.O-A.T'S ELiriXC LOU STITCH SEWING MACHINES. IMIE subscriber after considerable search . fur a Sewing Machine for his own use, aas one of the above now in operation, which are noted for their simplicity and strength. They Stitch, Ileni, Bind, Fell and Gatherwith basting, making the stitch alike on both sides of the work. They sew equally well •he lightest and heaviest fabric with any spool 'bread or silk. We feel warranted in recom Bending them as the very best now in the Barket for every useful purpose in a family, for a Dressmaker, Tailor, or Shirt Maker. — As an evidence of its simplicity Mrs. M , without instruction or explanation from any jD . commenced work on it, and in less than one week made 10 dresses. 4 pair of pants, HOR an( ! has not experienced the least difficulty in its operation. We simply ask all to look at this machine before purchasing, a '"i remember these facts. We warrant eve ry machine, and keep every one in repair. Ifl® expenses, for one year. Price FIFTY DOLLARS. Address j AS. M. MARTIN, Lewistown P. O , my24-tf Agent for Mifflin County. |~!KQCKiSRY WARE—FiDO assortment of Stone Crockery Ware and Baskets at "* ' A. FELIX'S. IPIIIIISJ-'FFISIL <&A@IS&Q lom&mmoui HASTE, TRAVELEH, HASTE: Haste, traveler, haste ! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west. And thou art far from home and rest. Haste, traveler, haste, O, far from home thy footsteps stray; Christ is the life, and C hrist the way. And Christ the light. Von setting Sun Sinks ere the morn is scarce begun. Haste, traveler, haste. The rising tempest sweeps the skv; The ruins descend, the winds are high; 1 he waters swell, and death and fear Be-set thy path—no refuge near. Haste, traveler, haste. O yes. a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and rain— A hiding pi.-ice, a rest, a home— A re fuge ir on the wrath to come. Haste, traveler, haste. Then linger not in all the plain; Flee for thy life, the mountain gain; Look not behind, make no delay; O speed thee, speed thee on thy way. Haste, traveler, haste. Poor, lost, benighted soul, art thou Willing to find salvation now? There is yet hope, hear mercy's call' — Truth, life, light, way, in Christ is all. Haste, traveler, haste. Little Trials. ' I can bear the great trials, but it is the little ones thai chafe and torment inc.' How yfteii we hear this remark, and ev erybody s own experience in life will bear witness to its truth. ! hese little every day, vexing, chafing, wearing car. -, are what tries the soul, and eats like a slow rust and silent mildew among the roots and tender boughs of our lives. But these too, the little trials of one's temper, and tenderness, and faith, are all appointed oi God, for our growth and blossoming, as the small showers are sent to the roots of plants, as well as the long rains. And as tin' loving mother counts noth ing mean <•: small, which has any relation to the well being of her child, so God takes notice of the burdens we bear ever" lay, which are like a cloud of small sting ing insects, poisoning our souls, and dark ening the air about us ! And as these trials are appointed in greater or less measure for all, it becomes us to in. ke our spirits strong, and serene and brave to meet them, and to receive them as the traveller does the delays, and vexations, and ten thousand annoyances of his journey, knowing they are all ' on the way,' and will end when he gets home. So our souls must constantly turn to the windows looking to the westward, lor over the mountains which bound their horizon are the green pastures and the sweet flow ing waters: and there are no heartaches, no stings, no throbs of pain, no quick burnings of temper, no slow wearing of patience, sucli as make up what we call in this life 'little trials.' The Toll-Gate of Life. We are all on our journey. The world through which we are passing is in some respects like a turnpike—all along where vice and folly have created toll gates for the accommodation of those who choose to call as they go —and there are very few of all the hosts of travellers who do not occa sionally stop a little at some gjie or other of them, and pay more or less to the toll gatherers. Pay more or less, we say, be cause there is a great variety as well in the amount as in the kind of toll extracted at these different stopping places. Pride and fashion take heavy tolls of the purse —many a man has become a beg gar by paying at their gates —the ordinary rates they charge are heavy, and the road that way is none of the best. Pleasure offers a very smooth, delightful road in the outset; she tempts the travel ler with many fair promises, and wins thousands—but she takes without mercy ; like an artiul robber, she allures till she gets her victim in her power, and then strips him of wealth and money, and turns him off a miserable object, into the worst of our most rugged road of life. Intemperance plays the part of a sturdy villain. Tie is the very worst toll-gatherer oil the road, for he not only gets from his i customers their money and their health, but he robs them ot their very brains. The men you meet on the road, rugged and ruined in frame and fortune are his visi tors. And so we might go on enumerating many others that gather toll of the unwa ry. Accidents sometimes happen, it is true, along the road, but those who do not get through at least tolerably well, you may be sure have been stopping by the way at some of these places. The plain, common sense men, who travel straightfor ward, get through the journey without much difficulty. This being the state of things, it be comes every one, in the outset, if he in tends to make a comfortable journey, to take care what kind of company he keeps in with. We are all apt to do as compan ions do—stop where they stop, and pay toll where they pa}'. The chances are ten to one but our choice in this particular de cides our fate. Having paid due respect to a choice of companions, the next important thing is to THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1860. observe how others manage; to mark the good or evil that is produced by every course of life—see how those do who manage weil; by these means you learn. Be careful of your habits; these make the man. And they require long and care ful culture, ere they grow up to a second nature. Good habits we speak of. Bad habits are more easily acquired—they are spontaneous weeds, that flourish rapidly and rankly, without care or culture. MumMiEom THE OLD MAN'S STORY. A THRILLING SKETCH. I .shall never forget the commencement of the temperance reformation. T was a child at the time, of some ten years of age. Our home had every comfort, and my kind parents idolized rue. their only child. Wine was often on the table, and both my father and mother gave it to me in the bottom of the morning glass. On Sunday at church a startling an nouncement was made to our people. I knew nothing of its purport, but there was much whispering among the men. The pastor said that on the next evening there would be a meeting, and an address upon the evils of intemperance in the use of al coholic liquors. He expressed himself ig norant of the object of the meeting, and could not say what course it would be best to pursue in the matter. The subject of the meeting came up at our table alter the service, and I question ed my father about it. with all the curious eagerness of a child. The whispers and words which had been dropped in my hear ing, clothed the whole affair with great mystery to nie, and J. was ail eagerness to learn the strange thing. My father mere ly said it was a scheme to unite the Church and state. 'J he night came, :.nd groups of { eople gathered on the tavern steps,and 1 heard the jest and laugh, and saw drunken men come reeling out of the bar-room. I urged my father to let me go, but be at first refus I. Finally, thinking it would be an innocent gratification of toy curiosi ty, he put on his hut, and we passed across the green, to the church. 1 well remem ber how the people appeared as they came in, seeming to wonder what kind of an ex hibition was coming oft. In the corner was the tavern keeper, and around him a number of his friends. For an hour the people of the place continued to come in, till there was a fair house full. All were curiously watching the door, and apparently wondering what would appear next. The parson stole in and took his soul behind the pillar under the gallery, as if doubtful of the propriety of being in church at all. Two men finally game in and went for ward to the altar and took their seats. All eyes were fixed upon them, and a general stillness prevailed throughout the house. The men were unlike in appearance, one being short, thick set iu his build, and the other tall and well formed. The younger had the manner and dress of a clergyman, a full, round face, and a quiet, good natur ed look as he leisurely looked around over the audience. But my childish interest was all in the old man. IJis broad, deep chest and unu sual height looked giant-like as he strode slowly up the aisle. His hair was white, his brow deeply seamed with furrows, and around his handsome mouth, lines of calm and touching sadness. His eye was black and restless, and kindled as the tavern keeper uttered a low jest aloud. His lips were compressed and a crimson flush went and came over his pale cheek. One arm was off above the elbow, and there was a wide sear over his right eye. The younger finally arose and stated the object of the meeting, and asked if there was a clergyman present to cpen it with a prayer. Our pastor kept his seat, and the speaker himself made a short address; at the conclusion calling upon any one to make remarks. The pastor arose ucd.er the gallery, and attacked the position of the speaker, used the arguments which I have often heard since, and concluded by denouncing those engaged in the movement, as meddlesome fanatics, who wished to break up the time honored usages of good society, and injure the business of respec table men. At the conclusion of his re marks, the tavern keeper and his friends got up a cheer, and the current feeling was evidently against the strangers and their plan. While the pastor was speaking, the old man had leaned forward and fixed his dark eyes upon him, as if to catch every word. As the pastor took his seat, the old man arose, his tall form towering to its symme try, and his chest swelling as he inhaled the breath through his thin dilated nostrils. To nie, at that time, there was something awe inspiring and grand in the appearance of the old man as he stood, his full eye upon the audience, his teeth shut hard and a silence like that of death throughout the church. He bent his gaze upon the tavern keeper and that peculiar eye lingered and kindled for half a moment. The scar grew red upon his forehead, and beneath the heavy brows his eyes glittered and glowed like a ! serpent's; the fav rn keeper quailed before ; that searching glance, and 1 felt a relief 1 when the old man withdrew his gaze. For : a moment more he seemed lost in thought, : and then in a low and tremulous tone he commenced. There was a depth in that I voice, a thrilling sweetness and pathos, j which riveted every heart in the church 1 before the first period had been rounded. ; My father's attention had become fixed : upon the eye ol the speaker with an intcr ' est I had never before seen him exhibit, j I can but briefly remember the substance j of what the oid man said, though thescene i is as vivid belere me, as any I ever witness j ed. j 'My friends ! I am a stranger in your j village, and I trust may call you friends. I A new star has arisen, and there is hope in | the dark night that hangs iike a pall of : gloom over cur country.' j With a thrilling depth of voice, the | speaker continued; 'Oh God. Thou who j looketh with compassion upon the most cr ! ring of earth's frail children, i thank thee that a brazen serpent ha;- been lifted upon : which the drunkard can look and be heal : ed. That a beacon has burst upon the j darkness that surrounds him, which shall j guide back to honor and heaven, the bruis j ed and weary wanderer.' It is strange what power there is in some voices. The speaker's voice was low and measured, hut a tear trembled in every* tone, and, before 1 knew why, a tear drop ped on my band, followed by others like rain j drops. The old man brushed onefrom his I eyes and continued : I ' Men and christians, you have just heard j that f was a vagrant and Fanatic Tam not. As God knows my own sad heart, f came here just to do good. Hear me and I be just. , 'I am an old man, standing alone at ! the end of life's journey. There is a deep ! sorrow in my heart and tears in my eyes. I have journeyed over a dark, boaeonless | ocean, and all life's brightest hopes have been wrecked. lam without friends, home or kindred, on earth, and look with long ing to the rest of the night ef death. Without friends, Li .mired or come! It was I not once so !' No one could withstand the touching pa thos of the old man. I noticed a tear trembling on the lid of. my lather's eye, and I no longer felt ashamed of niv own. ' So, my friends, it was not so once Away over the dark waves which have wrecked my hopes there is a blessed light of happiness and home. 1 reach again convulsively for the shrines of household idols that ooce were mine; now mine are no more !' The old man seemed looking away through vacancy upon some bright vision, his lips apart and his finger extended. 1 involuntarily turned in the direction where it was pointed, dreading to see some shadow invoked by its magic moving. 1 1 once had a mother. With her old heart crushed with sorrow, site went down to the grave. 1 once had a wife—a fair, angel-hearted creature as ever smiled in an earthly home. Her eye was as mild as a summer's sky, and her heart as faithful and true as ever guarded and cherished a hus band's love. Her blue e) es grew dim as the floods of sorrow washed away its bright ness, and the living heart wrung till ev rv fibre was broken I once had a noble, a brave and beautiful boy ; but he was driv en out from the ruins of his home, and my eld Leail yearns to knuw if he yet lives. I once had a hale, a sweet, tender blossom; but those hands destroyed it, and it lives with one who lovctli children. ' Do not be startled, friends—l am not a murderer, in the common acceptation of the term. \et there is a light in ray evening sky. A spirit mother rejoices over the return of her prodigal son. The wife smiles upon him who turns hack to virtue and honor. The angel-ehild visits me at night fall, and I feel the hallowing touch ofi a tiny palm upon n?y feverish cheek.— My brave boy, if he yet lives, would for give the sorrowing old man for the treat ment which sent him into the world and the blow that lamed him for life. God forgive me lor the ruin which I brought upon me and ?nine.' He again wiped a tear from his eye. My father watched him with a strange in tensity, and a countenance unusually pale and excited by some strong emotion. ' I was once a fanatic, and madly follow ed the malign light which led me to ruin, i was a fanatic when I sacrificed my wiie, children, happiness and home, to the ac cursed demon of the bowl. I once ador ed the gentle being whom I wronged so deeply. ' I was a drunkard. From respectabili ty and affluence I plunged, into degrada tion and poverty. I dragged my family down with me. For years I saw her cheek pale, and her step grow weary. I left her alone amid the wreck of her home idols, and rioted at the tavern. She never com plained, yet she and the children often went hungry for bread. ' One New Year's night, I returned late to the hut where charity had given us a roof. She was still up shivering over the coals. I demanded food, but she burst in to tears and told me there was none. I fiercely ordered her to get some. She turn ed her eyes sadly upon me, the tears falling fast over her pale cheek. At this moment the child in its cradle awoke and set up a famished wail, startling the despairing mother like a serpent's sting. ' We have no food, James—have had none for two days. 1 have nothing for the babe. My once kind husband, must ice STURW?' 'That sad, pleading face, and those streaming eyes, and the feeble wail of the child maddened me, and I—yes, I—struck her a fierce blow in the face, and she fell forward upon the hearth. The furies of hell boiled in my bosom, and with deep in tensity, as I felt that I had committed a wrong. 1 had never struck Mary before, but now some terrible impulse bore me on and 1 stooped down as well as I could in my drunken state, and clinched both hands ia her hair. 'God of mercy,' exclaimed my wife, as she looked up in my fiendish countenance ' you will not kill us, you will not harm Wil !-•?,' i .s she sprung to the cradle and grasp ing him in her embrace. T caught her again by the hair, and dragged her to the door, and as I lifted the latch the wind burst in with a cloud of snow. With a veil of a fier.d I still di her on, and hauled her out into the darkness and the storm. With wild ha, ha, 1 closed the door and turned the button, her pleading moans mingling with the wail of the blast and the sharp cry of her babe. But my work was not complete. T turned to the little bed where lay my older on. and snatched b:m from his slumbeis, and again>t his hail'-awakened struggles, open ed the door and threw him out. In aenii\ of fear lie called me by a name 1 was no longer fit to bear, and locked his little iin gers in my side pocket. I could not wrench that frenzied grasp away, and with the coolness oi a devil as I was, shut the door upon his arm, and with my knife sev ered the writ 1' The speaker ceased a mom. :.f, and buri ed his face in his hands, as if to shut out some fearful dream, and his deep chest heaved like a storm swept sea. My father had arisen from his seat and was leaning forward, his countenance bloodless, and the large drops standing out upon his brow.— Chills crept back to my heart, and 1 wish ed I was at home. The old man looked up, and 1 have never since beheld such mortal agony pictured upon a human face as there was on his. ' It wa- morning when I awoke, and the storm had ceased, but the cold was intense. I first secured a drink of water, and then I looked in the accustomed place for Mary. As 1 missed her, for the first time, a shad owy sense of some horrible nightmare be gan to dawn upon my wandering mind. I thought I had dreamed a fearful dream, but involuntarily opened the outside door with shuddering dread. AP the door openeu the snow buret in, followed by a Fall of something across the threshold, scattering the cold snow, and striking the floor with a hard sharp sound. My blood shot like red-hot arrows through my veius, and I rubbed ray eyes to shut out the sight. It was—it—God, how terrible! it was my own injured Mary and her babe, frozen to ice ! The ever true mother had bowed herself over the child to shield it, and had wrapped all her own clothing around it, leaving her own person stark and bare to the storm. Sine had placed her hair over the face of the child, and the sleet had frozen it to the white cheek. The frost was white in its half open eyes, and upon its tiny fingers. I know not what became of my brave boy. Again the old man bowed his head and wept, and all that were in the house wept with him. In tones of low and heart-bro ken pathos the old man concluded. ' I was arrested, and for long months I raved in delirium. I awoke, was sentenced to prison for ten years, but no tortures could equal those endured within my own bosom. Oh, God! no! fam not a fanat ic; 1 wish to injure no one. But while 1 live, let me strive to warn others not to en ter the path which has been so dark and fearful a one to me. I would see my angel wife and children beyo.nd this vale of tears.' The old man sqt down, but a spell as deep and strange as that wrought by some wizard's breath rested upon the audience. Hearts could have been heard in their beat ings. and tears to fall. The eld man then asked the people to sign the pledge. My father leaped from his seat and snatched at it eagerly. I had followed him, as he hes itated a moment with the pen in the ink; a tear fell from the old man's eyes upon the paper. ' Sign it, young man, sign it. Angels would sign it. I would write my name ten thousand times in blood, if it would bring back my loved ones.' My father wrote ' MORTIMER HUDSON.' The old man looked, wiped bis tearful eyes and looked again, his countenance al ternately flushed with red and a death-like paleness. ' It is—no, it cannot be, yet how strange,' muttered the old man. ' Pardon me, sir, but that is the name of my own brave boy.' My father trembled and held up bis left arm, from which the hand h d been sever ed. They looked for a moment in each other's eyes, both reeled and gasped — ' My OWD injured boy !' New Series—Vol, XIV, No, 36. ' My father They fell upon each other till it seemed their souls would grow and mingle into one. | There was weeping in that church, and I turned bewildered upon the streaming fa ces around me. ' Let use thank God for this great bles sing, which has gladdened my guilt bur thened soul,' exclaimed the old man, 1 and kneeling down, poured out his heart in one of the most melting prayers I ever heard. The spoil was broken, and all eagerly sign ed the pledge, slowly going to their homes, as if loth to leave the spot. The old man i- dead, but the lesson he taught his grandchild on the knee, as his evening i sun went down without a cloud, will never Ibe forgotten. His fanaticism has lost none of its tire in iny manhood's heart. Tragedy In lowa--Heartless Butchery of a Whole Family- The following account of a horrible af i fur which has already been noticed by tel- I egraph, is furnished by a correspondent of I the Chicago Journal: BURLINGTON. lowa, July ?. We have just learned of the butchery of j a woman and her two children a short dis tance northwest of Batavia Station, on the Burlington and Missouri R. I!., in Jefl'er i son county. Their dead and mutilated I bodies were discovered on Saturday by a I fishing party, in Cedar Creek, into which 1 they had been thrown by the murderer : The murder probably was perpetrated four or five days previous to the finding of the bodies. The vu.nun was about tb rty years ; of age and had two term ie gashes on her > i rcboa 1, evidently cut by an axe, and her | skull was broken One of the children is la little buy about five years of age; his | head is also terribly cut and the skull , broken. The other is a little girl about i three years of age ; her head was also badly i mutilated. Hon. Win. K Alexander, Judge of Jef j ferson county, immediately offered a re : ward of 8200 for the arrest of the murder ; or who is suspected to be her real orrepu j ted husband, named Ivepharr, his victims j being from Muscatine, and known by the | name of Willis. They were going west ward as emigrants, in ox teams, and it is ! supposed that the fiend becoming tired of the woman and her children, murdered I them to get rid of them. It has been as ; certained that the bloody deed com j J. .it Gddyville, thirty miles distant j from the place where the bodies were | found, the murderer having conveyed the i corpses that distance to dispose of them. It is not known as yet whether he had any associates in the crime, but it is believed that he had at least one assistant. Parties immediately went in pursuit of Kephart, and on Sunday night they over took and captured him in Missouri, and brought him to Fairfield, the county seat of* Jefferson, win re he is now in jail. The excitement against him is intense. P. S.—lf turns out that Kephart had no accomplice. James Harvey Willis, a boy, and a son of the murdered woman, was found in the wagon with the murderer when arrested. This boy relates the whole story. He says Kephart poisoned his lather, William Willis, to death with strychnine, last fall, and that be has been living with his (the boy's) mother, Mrs Willis, ever since. They were now on their way to Kansas. At Kddyville, the b y says, his mother and little brother and sister went to sleep in the wagon on lasts Thursday evening, and in tho morning ha woke up and found her dead, and gashes cut in her skull. When the children got out of the wagon the heartless wretch caught the two youngest and murdered ■ heui with an axe. lie then placed the bodies in the wagon and drove thirty miles, to Cedar (.'reek, where he threw them in 'the water, and tried to keep them unde; by throwing a heavy log upon them. — ' Murder will out,' however. This Kcp hart is a man about GO years old looking over the proceedings of the Ohio Sunday School Convention, we find the following resolution, offered by Mr. Smith, a pious and promising young lawyer: Resolved, that a committee ol ladies and gentlemen he appointed to raise children for the Sabbath School. Major Elbow thinks that rather anequi vocal resolution. Lyon's Pure Ohio CATAWBA III!Dill. TIIE want of realbj pure Brandy has lon 1 * fait in tlifa country, und the opportuni ty to procure an article of such quality as to super sVde th<- -ale and use of the many viie compounds so often sold under thy name of Brandy can be regard ed onlv as a great public good. The ( atawha Brandy possesses all the choice qualities of the best imported liquor, and is positively known to be of perfect puri ty and of superior flavor. As a beverage the pure ar ticle is a remedy for Dyspepsia. Flatulency. Cramp. Colic. Languor, Low Sp tits. General Debility, At., Ae. Physicians who have used it in their practice and who have been practicing twenty-six years sneak of it in the most flattering terms, as will be seen by reference to numerous letters and cc-rtitieates. Sole Agent for its sale in Mifflin county. CHARLES RITZ. sepls-eolom Lewistown, Pa. ClON FECTIONERIES, Crackers, Cheese, ) Nuts, Fancy Baskets, Umbrellas, and hundreds of other matters are always to be had at ZERBE'S. HONEY, by the gallon, for sale by decj.6 A. FELIX.