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4 \FFICEon Last Market street, Lewistown,
\ f adjoining I*. G. Franciscus' Hardware
Store. P. S. Dr. Locke will be at his office
the first Monday of each mouth to spend the
week. xy3l
2>H. A. J. ATIEENSOET,
TT AVING permanently located in Lewis-
XX town, offers his professional services
to the citizens of town and country. Office
West Market St., opposite Kisenbise's Hotel.
JDsidence one door east of George Blymyer.
Lewistown, July 12, 18G0~tf
Dr. Samuel L. Alexander.
lias permanently located at Mil'roy,
Yflf and is prepared to practice all the branch-
US es of his Profession. Office at Swine
nai't s Hotel. my3—ly
EDWARD FRYSINGER,
WHOLESALE DEALER & MAMFACTIRER
OF
CKi.IuS,TOBACCO,IW,
&C., &.C.,
3pi\ a
Orders promptly attended to. jelG
G3O. 77. ELDER,
Attorney at Law,
office Market Square, Lewistown, will at
tend to business in .Mifflin, Centre and Hunting
don counties. my2G
Seigrist's Old Stand,
A car the Canal Jiruli/e, Lcwusloicn, l'a.
Strong Boer, Lager Beer, Lindenberger
and Switzer Cheese—all of the best quality
constantly pn hand, for sale wholesale or re
tail.
icast to be had daily during summer.
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HcALISTERVILLE ACADEMY
Juniata County, Pa.
(IF.O. F. McF.lPL.lf>"f), Pi incipal Proprietor.
J.ICOi:.VILI.HR, l'rof. of Malheiiuitics, f,'c.
.Vhs jLY.\'IE S. CRIST, Teacher of Music, <SJ*c.
The nest session of this Institution cum
luenia - cm the tioch of July, to continue 22
weeks. Students admitted at any time.
A Normal Department
nil! lie formed which will afford Teachers the
tx -t opportunity of preparing for fail examina
tions.
A NF.'.V APPARATUS has been purchased,
I, ,'yrers engaged, &c.
I'kum -■ —Hoarding. Room und Tuition, per
v -ion.sihoto s,t)d. 'i'uilion alone at usual rates.
sent free on application.
WILLIAM! UNO,
lias now open
A NEW STOCK
or
Cloths, Cassimeres
AND
V ESTS NGS,
which will be made up to order in the neat
est and most fashionable styles. aplO
Lock Repairing, Pipe Laying,
Plumbing and White Smithing
r jUIK above branches of business will be
1 promptly attended to on application at
iL.-i itmee of the undersigned in Main
street. Lewistown.
janlu GEORGE MILLER.
a . v i ill a,
HA \ IXG in contraction with his Grocery
and Notion business, commenced the
Manufacturing of Confection
ery,
in its various branches, and employed a prac
tical workman, notifies the public that he in
tends to keep a well assorted stock of the
diove goods on hand, which will be warrant
el to give satisfaction, and be equal to any
b'onfeetioueries that can be bought from any
astern city, which he offers t,s wholesale uier
chants and retailers at city prices, with cost
of carriage, lie therefore solicits the cus
Ivan of the surrounding country, and re
quests them to send in their orders or call
and examine his goods, which wili satisfy all
that they can he accommodated with a selec
tion which will recommend itself.
CAKES, BISCUITS, Ac., constantly on
hand. Also, Pound, Spunge, Bride, Silver
md Gold Cakes, in the best style, baked to
Mder, on the shortest notice. mh2B
I^LOUR by the barrel or hundred —Fancy,
1 Extra Family and Superfine Flour for
>alcby .JOIIN KENNEDY & Co.
/ lOAI, OIL LAMPS, Shades, Chimneys,
V-' Rrushes, Burners, Ac., for sale by
fob 14 JOIIN KENNEDY A CO.
Cheaper than the Cheapest!
/ * LASSWARE.—TumbIers at 62|, 75, 87,
vJ 81, 1 50, and 2 00 per dozen. Goblets,
Pitchers, Fruit Stands, and Covered Dishes,
at JOHN KENNEDY & Co's.
1 LSI RECEIVED.
10 bbls. Pic Nic Crackers,
10 " Boston Biscuit.
10 " Sugar Crackers,
10 " Family "
5 boxes Soda Biscuit.
*resh irom the Bakerv. Low to the trade,
:'OP sale by JOHN KENNEDY A Co.
Asna ipwaaasmnsm, TIS®:B©IS usEvngm , m3 6 WUHWBJ ©swsws, IPAO
THE MMIIMI,
From the Philadelphia Press.
THE VOLUNTEER'S WIFE.
BV OEOKIiE F. TyWXSKXTi.
~i W 7" in f* orm<? d.diat two memHcrs of the Nation
al Guards were married, just l.f„re heme ordered to
' treof the l ° tlieeen-
I TioA ien •m' -.T l " ranKl ' , > S 'i" ai < - A squad of sol
" r , i K * tiie ceremony, ami a eoru< of ,lmm
, mers and titers ,tmt were at hand struek7m a Yonaiu
| X'odl> tune.— Reporter of Pre**. Ma,/ 1.",.
; I find it hard to credit the experience- I have known-
I " ai.iiie- 0 twilight—in the darknes- he
I To sit beside my window, when the elouds blot out
t'lt* arch,
I And think how long my heart must wait while he i
oii the inarch.
| We were wedded at the Fountain, beneath the open
Andgrouped amid the tnaple l.ou-hs, the regiment
J heir havonets flashed brightlv. beneath a soft, pale
p.ioon. ' '
And a tile of handsome drummer lads struck up a
pleasant tune.
He took my moist, hot hand in his. as he had done he
fore;
And the parson's voice was low and sweet, like some
dear voice of yore:
I seemed to be a tjirl again—the wedding was a spell—
And hardly knew what words were said—'twas like a
funeral
■PUZ.•' loV a,n r *' k "rv it seemed—the formulary part:
lltey askod tne would 1 love hint—l looked into my
heart. J
Would I obey? Had he not gone at the summons
stern and grim ?
And lienor? Was there woman who could not honor
him ?
Some loud cheers broke the stillness: it was our v ai
ding peal;
I was (olitc.J to his belted blouse, the marriage ri"ht
to seal. °
A score pressed up to shake bis band, and cheer the
soldier's wife—
Their studied compliment- .wre drowned: I heard
the drum and fife.
lie wrung my hand, and wh ta red—he kissed me
oit. e again:
A harsh, hard voice ran down the ranks, of '-'Fall ill'
Fall iul Men!"
I buckled on hi- knapsack—its weight was like a
And as I gave his mnsket. some tears ran down the
stock.
He said Jo.ai bye, Maria."' M y throat was hard
and dry:
He said that 1 sh.ttl.l write to hint—l cotdd not make
reply:
Bttt when he stood within the lines. I felt my pulses
leaping:
A lis, should a soldier s wife Is* dumb.-md shame 'tis
flag by weeping ?
1 he band struck up a glorious air: inv thoughts were
sad and bitter ;
And tramping down the leafv aisles, I saw the bavo- 1
nets glitter; '
He might have turned Ins head again, but f was blind
with sobbing;
1 lie fountain tinkled on the night—l heard the music
throbbing.
They vanished in the dusky light; how wild the i
streets with rattle!
Tis well for those to wave their liats who send no
love., jU> hflfl.'e ! 0
I think, when all the w„-r is done, and still the nation
free.
If. in the scattered regimeni. he shall come back to
lge ?
If still the sandy locks sleill nod above his eye so
bine?
If still his step shall be as proud, his love as frank
and true >
Perhaps, amid the battered few who tramp h.-hiud
t lie drum.
One day unto my father's door a crippled man Mndl
come.
Perhaps, amid my teais some morn the tidings I mnv
spell.
Amid victorious returns, of „ne who (".night and fell;
\\ ii. lay amid the luanglcd heaps, where blood ran
like a -ea.
And pressed his' hand upon his heart, and, dying,
spoke of me.
Then, women who have husbands will tell of glorious
Wars.
And honor him thai bravely fell beneath the Stripes
ami Stars;
And I shall hug my widow's weeMs while life shall ebb
apace,
And mark upon no ehUd •>!' mine the hue of his dear
ilin .ill my Utvams still hear the drums that besit our
wcthling peal.
Tito tinkle ■tl'tho fill 1 iiti spray, the (•link <>f *jbrc steel,
Tlu: tiiii-.ii* ■■ffti- sad farewell the kiss before h<- wont,
Tin- flutter i>f the silken flag jtl>wo the regiment.
No toward mark rests on him; his duty called him
forth! ■
The eagle led him Southward front her eyrie in the
X' .rt It 1
lie threw It,- IKXIV in "he breaelt: the Hag went on he
fore :
And his wife shall love him Tetter that he loved his
country more!
JFUUfUTJILJAi,
Edited by A. SMITH, County Superintendent.
For tin Evlueational Column.
The Teachings of Death.
Death is a voiceless teacher, but his les
sons come to all. He is no respecter of
persons, and all climes are included in his
domaha. With impartial step he approach
es those who long for liini and those who
passionately cling to life. His countenance
seems ever stern, unless when be rides on
the storm of battle, and in a chariot of fire
translates patriot souls to a richer r.award
than earth can offer. Then bis summons
comes like the triumphant voice of an an
gel, and his features are not gloomy, but
lighted up with prophetic transfiguration.
To many a brave heart comes the consola
tion which martyr patriots ever feel: 'lt is
sweet and honorable to die for udt-'s coun
try.' Nor is this solace confined only to
those who fall in upholding the freedom
and fame or their native land, but it causes
rainbows to arch over the grief of those
who give up their beloved ones when their
country calls. Bravo hearts break that
liberty and peace may be the heritage of
generations to come; they sacrifice years of
their lives that those "who shall live after
them may lead freer, happier, more peace
ful lives. And so we embalm them in our
memories, and death seems hut as a
kind, swift-winged messenger bearing them
to the rest and glory of their heavenly in
heritance. The lesson taught by such
death and by the emotions it produces, is
that freedom and just character are more
excellent than earthly life, that it is cow
ardly to cling to this world so eagerly as
not willingly to yield it, with all its joys and
THURSDAY. LIAY 23, 1861.
| hopes, wuon summoned by the eommand
| ing voice of duty. The regard which we
cherish for those who fall in defending
freedom, anu the unanimity with which we
; pronounce thein not only brave and guic-r
--j ous but also wise and faithful, seem no
weak proof's of our hearty belief in an im
mortal life and the surpassing blessedness
of those who attain it.
Those considerations have little relation
to the usual aspect ol death, and many of
them belong only to death thai comes
swiftiy to th >se whom nature does not sum
mon to rest from the labors and sorrows of
life, but who die through the wickedness
of their fellow men. A\ hen death conies
to the quiet home circle and lays his icy
hand upon some beloved member thereof,
ho wears no crown of brightness that the
world can see and admire. lie seems to
come only for the severing of tenderest
ties, for the blighting of sweetest hopes,
for the crushing of those fragrant blossoms
of human love which shed such bloom and
delight all around us. His face is that of
an an go! of destruction, not of mercy and
richest promise. It is not strange that our
heaits fail when we see . ur cherished ones
stricken and swept aw a} into the region of
darkness. In the first crushing moment of
our griei we see only our loss, we compre
hend only the sudden hiding of so dear a
light.
Alas fur us, if that first anguish never
were soothed away; if no gleams of light
irom beyond the grave ever shot through
the deep darkness which first enshrouded
us; if we heard 110 voice far up the Heav
enly heights, saying, 'The mortal shall put
on immortality .' This is one ol the most
gracious assurances of Christian faith,
liftisg the soul out of that unutterable de
spondency which would choke all joyous
life if wo could not look through the dense
gloom which often overhangs the grave,
and see life, and light, aud abundance of
peace in a fairer world. 'Life and immor
tality are brought to light, aud though we
now see but 'as through a glass darkly,'
we lean with gladness on the strong arm
which faith finds reaching down to us from
Heaven. Then, though we mourn our
loved ones taken with exceeding sorrow,
we mourn not comfortless; we feci that the
deep guif between us, which all must en
ter, is not an abyss of eternal gloom, but
that there is sure egress from it into the
realms of uneb tided day. We know little
indeed, if anything, of the life to couie;'■
we conjecture fountains leaping in the eter
nal sunlight, golden crowns on saintly
brows, unspeakable joy in purified hearts,
and the visible presence and perfecting
smile of Hod; but our positive knowledge,
from reason and revelation, is exceedingly
small. Vet faith is not appalled, for the
promise of heaven cannot be broken, and
the soul treasures i f with fondest care.
What duos death, coming to the peace
ful household, to the quiet community, of
fer ft >r our instruction? Aof fear and gloom,
else were faith powerless for promoting our
comfort; not solicitude to avoid it., for we
all believe that as no sparrow falls to the
ground unnoticed of, God, so no fate ean
befall a human being without His sanction,
and then it .must be wholly Lest. With
our feeble vision we may not discern the
wisdom that controls: 'clouds and darkness'
may be around the path we tread, but an
infinitely tender hand leads us.
The chief practical lesson of death seems
this— to render life ns perfect as possible;
to do faithfully every duty that every day
may bring for our performance, to grow in
wisdom by study of nature and of human
science, to diffuse gladness around us by
cheerful, active, Christlike sympathy with
our fellow men, to defend truth and free
dom with all our energies, to seek to leave
the world better, wiser, happier than we
found it, to cherish a steady, deepening
faith in the mercy of our Father as reveal
ed in Christ, and serenely wait for the her
ald who shall summon us to ' turn
That page of God's mysterious book
\V so much wish, yet'dread to learn.
Then that cloud itself, which now before thee
Lies dark in view.
fejtall with beams of light from the inner glory
Be stricken through.'
MieEMtAMoir
THE DOOR IN THE HEART.
I:r VIItGISIA F. TOWN-SENT).
She was n stem, hard woman. But far away, up a
great many pairs of winding stairs in her heart, was a
door easily passed by. and on that door was written
Woman. — Chariot Dirker.s.
And so it is with the drunkard. Far up a great ma
ny pairs of winding stairs in lu* heart, is a door, and
oil that door is written Man, and we must knock once,
twice, seven times: yea, seventy times seven times,
that it may open unto "us.— John h. Gough.
He was au old man —not so old either,
for the years of his liie eoukl not have
wrinkled his forehead and whitened his
hair, and the hands locked together on the
low pine table, did not tremble so with the
weakness of age; yet very old and very
miserable looked the solitary occupant of
that narrow room or entry, with its faded
reu curtains, and its atmosphere rendered
a.most intolerable by the bar-room into
which it opened. A liat, bearing unmis
takable evidence of long intimacy with
'brickbats and gutter,' maintained a safe
position on one side of the owner's head;
and a rot"- elbow ■ thrust themselv ■
through his eoat sleeves in rejoicing con
eeiouflness t! it- they >ula 'afford to be ut
Add to this, reader, a pair of pants whose
original color it would have been a matter
of time and study to determine, and you
have the tnvf eysemlk of the wretched be
ing who occupied the back of the only grog
shop, which he was allowed to frequent, 1n
all the village of Greenfield.
And yet that miserable, solitary, friend
less creature, half stupefied with the ef
fects of last night's revels, and utterly
unconscious that, outside, the May mor
ning had been born of God, with its glori
ous birthright of sunshine and dew": and
bird-songs, has a heart, and 'far away, up
a great many pairs of stairs in his heart, is
a door, covered with cobwebs and dust:
and on that door is a word written, which
Time and Sin have never been able to ef
face, and that word is MAN.'
But nobody ever di earned of this, and
people shouk their heads, and said Billy
Strong's case was a hopeless one. Had not
mary kindhearted persons reasoned earnest
ly on the evils of bis ways? Had not the
'temperance men' gone to him with the
pledge, and promised him employment if
he would sign it ? And all this had been ut
terly in vain.
Ah, none of them had groped their way
up tlie winding stairs, and read the name
on the hidden door there.
But while the unhappy man sat by the
pine table that morning, the bar-keeper
suddenly entered, followed by a lady with
soit, hazel eyes and a liiee that a child
would have gone to in any trouble.
'1 he old man looked up with a vacant
gaze of wonder, as the bar keeper offered
the lady a chair, and pointed to tlie other
saying:
'That's Bill fltrong, madam,' and, with a
lingering stare of surprise and curiosity, left
the gentle wtnnan alone with the astonished
and now thoroughly sobered man.
The soft eyes of the lady wandered, with
a sad, pitying expression, over Bill's fea
tures, and then, in a low sweet voice she
asked.
'Am T rightly informed? Do I address
Mr. William Strong?
Ah! with these words the lady had got
ten further up the winding stairs, nearer the
hidden door, than all who had gone before
her.
'Yes, that is my name, ma'am,' said Old
Bill, and he glanced down at his shabby at
tire, and actually tried to hide the elbow
which was peeping out furthest: for it was
a long time since he had been addressed
by that name, and, somehow, it sounded
very pleasant to him.
'1 am very glad to meet you, Mr. Strong,
said the lady. 'I have heard my father
speak of you so often, and of the days
when you and lie were hoys together, that
1 almost feci as if we were old acquaintan
ces. You surely cannot have forgotten
Charles Morrison?
' No! no ! Charles and I used to be old
cronies,' said old Bill, with a sudden ani
mation, and a light in his c}es such as had
not been there for many a day except when
rum lent it a fitful brilliancy.
Ah ! the lady did not know, as perhaps
| the angels did, that she had mounted the
i dairs, and was softly feeling for the unseen
door. So she went on ;
'1 almost feel as though I could see the
j old spot upon which your homestead stood,
Mr. Strong, I have heard my father de
| scribe it so often. The hill with its crown
i of old oaks, at the back of your house, and
! the held of golden harvest grain that wa
: ved in front. Then there was a green grass
i plot before the front door, anu the huge
I old apple tree that threw its shadows across
i it, and the great old-fashioned portico, and
| the grapevine that crept around the pillars,
! and the rose bush that looked in at the
i bed-room window, and the spring that went
1 flashing and singing through the bed of
1 mint at the side of the house.'
Old Kill moved uneasily in his chair and
! the muscles around his mouth twitched oc
casionally, but unmindful of this, the lady
kept on :
' Many and many were the hours —so
father would say—Willie and I used to
pass under the shadow of that old apple
tree, playing at hiue and seek, or rolling
I and tumbling about on the grass, telling
i each other the things we would certainly
i do when we became men; and when the sun
| set its cap of gold on the top of the oaks,
; I can see Willie's mother standing in the
1 front door, with her white cap and check
| apron, and the pleasant smile that always
i hovered around her lips, and hear her cheer
ful voice calling, ' Come, boys, come to sup
| P er -'
On<i alter another the big, warm, blessed
; tears came rolling down old Kill's pale
| cheeks. Ah the lady had found the door
then.
' I was always at home at Willie's —fath-
i er would say—and used to have my fresh
milk and bread, too; and when this had
disappeared, W illie would draw his stool to
, his mother's feet, lay his head on her lap,
| and she would toil us some very pleasant
story, it might be about Joseph or David,
i or some good child who afterwards became
I a great man; and then she would part Wil
, lie's brown curls from his forehead, and in
[ a voice I can never forget., say, ' Promise
me, "Willie, when you go into the world
! and its temptations, and your mother is laid
down to sleep in the church-yard yonder,
. 'inisc me.-child, that her prayers and her
memory shall keep you from all evil ways.
1 - illie '•• 'j'd ! i.ft his laughing blue
eyes to her face and say, ' I'll be a first-ruti
man ; don't be afraid, mother.' And then,
alter we had said our prayers, we would go
to bed as happy as the birds that went to
their nests in the old apple branches by the
window, and just as wo were sinking to
sleep, we would hear a soft footfall on the
stairs, and a loving lace bend over to see if
we were nicely tucked up. It is a long
time—father would say, after a pause—
since 1 heard from Willie, but I am sure
that he has nevt r fallen into any evil wavs.
J lie memory of his mother would keep him
from that.'
Hap, rap, rap ! went the words of the la
dy at the door of the old man's heart.—
Crack, crack, crack ! went the door on its
rusty* hinges; while far above them both,
the angels of God held their breath and
listened. But the lady could only sec the
subdued man bury his face in his hands
and while, his whole frame shook like an as
pen leaf, she heard him murmur, amid
childlike sobs:
' My mother! Oh my mother !'
And she knew the tears that were wash
ing those wrinkled cheeks were washing
out also a dark page in the record of old
Bill's past life; so, with a silent prayer oi"
thankfulness, she resumed :
' But there was one scene my father lov
ed to talk of better than all the rest. It
was on the morning you were married, Mr.
Strong. It was enough to do one's eyes
good—lie used to say—to look at them as
they walked up the old church aisle ; he
with his proud, manly tread, and she a del
icate, fragile creature, fair as the orange
blossom that trembled in her hair. I re
member how clear aud firm his voice sound
ed through the old church, as lie promised
to love, and protect the fair girl at his side;
and I know, as he looked upon her, that
the very winds of heaven should not visit
her face too roughly.'
'And then my father would tell us of a
home made very bright by watchful atten
tions, and of a darkcyed boy and a fairhair
cd girl who came after a while to gladden
it; and then you know r he removed to the
West and lost sight of you, Mr. Strong.
Once again the lady paused, for the ag
ony of the man was fearful to beholu; and
when she spoke again, it was in a lower
and more mournful tone:
' I promised my father, previous to his
death, that if ever I visited his native state
I would seek out his old friend. But when
I inquired for you, they unfolded a terrible
story to me, Mr. Strong; they told me of a
broken, desolate household; of the gentle,
uncomplaining wife, who went down with
a prayer on her lips for the erring husband,
broken-hearted to the grave; and of the
fairhaired girl they placed, in a little while,
by her side. Oh, it is a gad, sad story 1
have heard of my father's old friend.'
'lt was I ! it was 1 that did it all ! I
killed them!' said old Bill, in a voice hoarse
with emotion, as he lifted his head from
his clasped hands and looked upon the la
dy, every feature wearing such a look of
agony and remorse that she shuddered to
behold it. Wide, wide open stood the door
then, and that lady hastened to pass in. A
small hand was laid gently upon old Bill's
arm, and a sweet voice murmured :
'Even for all this there is redemption.
In the name of the mother that loved you,
in the name of your dying wife, and of the
child that sleeps beside her, 1 ask you, will
you sign the pledge V
' I will,' said old Kill; and he brought
down his hand with such force on the pine
table that its rheumatic limbs hardly re
gained their equilibrium, and he eagerly
seized the pen and pledge that she had pla
ced before him, and when he returned them
to her, the name cf William Strong lay in
broad, legible characters upon the paper.
There was an expression, ludicrous from
Us extreme curiosity, on the bar-keeper's
face, as the lady passed quietly through the
' shop' after the long interview with old
Kill; and the expression was in no degree
lessened when, in a few moments after, old
Kill followed her without stopping as usual
to take his first glass. And he never juts
scd over (hat threshold again
And now, reader, you whose heartthrobs
with tenderness and reverence for humani
ty, fallen, despised, miserable though it may
be, remember that somewhere in the heart
of your fellow man is a door, which, though
closed for many years, will surely open to
the hand that kuocks in kindness and the
voice that calls in love.
COOLNESS
The following annecdote is not new, but
will bear republication, for the reason that
it is brimful of fun. The scene is laid in
Georgia:
Jake was a litfcie negro boy who belong
ed to Dr. Taliaferro, and was said to have
in his little frame a heart as big as Gener
al Jackson's—to say nothing of Napoleon
Donaparte and Zack Taylor. He didn't
fear even old Nick, and as to coolness he
was as cool as the tiptop of the North pole.
One day Dr. Taliaferro, upon occasion of
the commencement of a medical college of
j which he held the chair of anatomy, gave
j a dinner. Among his guests was a well
known ventriloquist. Late in the evening,
after the bottle had done its work, the e >n
versation turned upon courage, aud the Dr.
i boasted considerably of the lion heart of
his favorite Jake. He offered to hot that
j nothing couia scare him, and this bet the
I tjoctriloquiat took up, nam in. at the nun
New Series—Vol. XV, No. 29.
I time the test he wanted imposed. Jake
was sent for and came.
, Make,' said the doctor, I'have bet a
large sum ut money on your head, and you
j must win it. Do you think you can?'
• Berry we'll, marster,' replied Jake, -jes'
tell dis nigga what lie's to do, an' he'll do
it, sliure.' ,
'1 want you to go to the dissecting room
, Liu will find there two dead bodies. Cut
off Die head of one with a largo knife
j which you will find there, and bring it to
us. You must not take a light, however,
' and don't get frightened.'
' Dat is all. is it V inquired Jake. 'Ber
ry well, 1 11 do dat sliure for snrtin ; and as
for bein frighten,' the debbil lieseif ain't
gwine to frighten me.' Jake accordingly
set off and reached the dissecting room,
and groped about until he found the knife
and bodies. He had just applied the for
mer to the neck of the latter, when from
the body he was about to decapitate a hol
low and sepulchral voice exclaimed :
' Let my head alone !
' Yes. sah !' replied Jake, ' T ain't 'ticlar;
! and tuddcr head do just as well.'
lie according put the knife to the neck
of the next corpse, when another voice,
equally unearthly in its tone, shrieked out —
' Let my head alone!'
Jake was puzzled at first, but answered
| presently :
' Look a yah! Marster Tolliver said 1
niii-t bring one ob de heads, an' you isn't
gwme to fool me nohow !' and Jake hacked
away until he separated the head from tlie
body. Thereupon half a dozen voice
screamed out:
j ' Bring it back ! Bring it back !'
' Now—now, see yah !' jest you keep qui
et, you dunce of a fool, a' don't wake up
the wimmin folks. Marstcr's only gwini:
to look on the bumbs.'
' Bring back my head at once !' cried the.
j voice.
'Tend to you right away, sail,'replied
I Jake, as lie marched off' with the head,
j and in the next moment deposited it before
| the doctor.
'So you vc got it I see,' said his master,
j '1 es sail,' said the unmoved Jake, hut
i please be done looking at it soon, kase de
! gemplin told me to fotoh him back right
H* 1 — '
"All Hail to the Stars and Stripes!"
! A thrilling seeing is related of one of the
i Massachusetts men who was mortally woun
-1 Jed by the mob, on the fatal Friday, laid
upon the floor, where lie soon bled to death,
: notwithstanding every effort was made to
j save him. An instant before he expired,
he rose, struggling with death, and standing
erect, lie fixed his glassy eyes upon every
person in the room, and then lifting then;
towards Heaven, ami raising his right hand,
he exclaimed with a clear voice, 'All hai'i
■ to tlie Stars and Stripes!' Saying this, lie
j fell hack into the arms of his physician and
; expired. This declaration of the
dying man so thrhiSX\he lookers on that
! all but his immediate attendants turned
! away, although many of them were stained
with the blood of the deceased
Jacob C. Blymyer & Co,,
Produce and Commission Mer
chants,
LEWISTOWN, PA.
££7= Flour and Grain of all kinds pur
chased at market rates, or received on storage
and shipped at usual freight rates, having
storehouses and boats of their own, with care
ful captains and hands.
Stove Coal, Limeburner Coal, Plaster, Fist,
and Salt always on hand.
Grain can be insured at a small advance on
cost of storage. n022
Let Thy Works Praise Thee!
-fT-Tir- subscriber having obtain-
the management of the old
Lewistown Foundry, lately called
the Juniata Iron Works, respect
fully informs the public that the tools and
machinery have been repaired, an J are now
ready to make and finish up any kind of brase
castings which may be ordered. Horse Pow
ers a id Threshing Machines of the best qual
ity furnished at short notice and on the most
accommodating terms.
BAR SKAES, SIDE HILL AND BULi
PLOWS
always on hand. Having had a long exper
ience in conducting this kind of business, the
subscriber flatters himself thai he will be able
to give entire satisfaction to his customers
Please give him a trial.
ap4-ly JOHN R. WEEKES, Agt.
P. S.—All persony having accounts with
the above Foundry are requested to call on
Samuel S. Woods, at his office, and settle
heir accounts as soon as possible.
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are unsurpassed for BOLDNESS, TRUTH
FULNESS, BEAUTY OF FINISH, and
DURABILITY. Prices varying according
to size and quality of frames and Oases.
Room over the Express Office.
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