cs2-3i < 2'S"S'a-L£3i a s®s? s ip^sasasamißSi, Whole No. 2761. I-.ewistowa Post Office.. Mails arrive and close at the Lewistown P. O. as follows: ARRIVE. Eastern through, 5 33 *. m . " through and way 421 pm. Western " " 10 38 a.m. Bellefonte " " " 2 30p m. Northumberland, Tuesdays, Thursdaysand Saturdays, 6 00 p. m. CLOSE. Eastern through 8 00 p. m. " and way 10 00 a. ro. Western " " 330 p. m. Bellefonte 800 " Northumberland (Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays) 8 00 p. m. Oflice open from 7 30 a. m. to 8 p. m. On Sundays from Bto9 am. S. COMFORT, P. M. UeWistown Station. Trains leave Lewistown Station as follows: Westward. Eastward. Baltimore Exoress, 4 40 a. m. Philadelphia " 5 33 " 12 20 a. m. Fast Line, 626 p. m. 350 *' Fast Mail, 10 38 " Mail, 421 " Through Accommodation, 2 35 p. m. Emigrant, 9 12 a. m. Through Freight, .10 20 p. m. 120a m. Fast " 340a. m. 815 " Express " 11 00 " 2 35 p. m. Stock Express, 5 00 " 9 05 " Coal Train. 12 45 p. m. 10 38 a. m. Local Freight, 645a. m. 626 p. m. Ga!biaith's Omnibuses convey passengers to and from all the trains, taking up or setting them down at all points within the borough limits. GEO. Vt\ ELDER, Attorney at Law, Office Market Square, Lewistown, will at tend to business in Mitilin, Centre and Hunting don counties my 26 ILL J. 5-33 ZJL OFFICE or East Market street, Lewistown, adjoining F. G. Franciscus' Hardware Store. P. S. Dr. Locke will he at his office the first Monday ch month to spend the week. iny3l rs.. j*. i. icahzs OFFERS his Professional services to the citizens of Lewistown and the surround ; ing country. Office in the Public Square op posite tTTS Lewistown Hotel. janl3-6m* Large Stock of Furniture on Hand. A FELIX is still manufacturing all kinds J of Furniture. Young married persons ami others that wish to purchase Furniture ? will find a good assortment on hand, which will be sold cheap for cash, or country pro duce aken in exchange for same. Give me a call i : V alley street, near Black Bear Ho tel. feb 21 Jaoob C. Blymyer & Co,, Produce and Commission Mer chants, LEWISTOWN, PA. 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. Plaster, Fish, and Salt always on hand. sep2 Lock Repairing, Pipe Laying, Plumbing and White Smithing above branches of business will be g_i_ promptly attended to on application at Ihe residence of the undersigned in Main Street. Lewistown. J janlO GEORGE MILLER. ■, wm&mz'ss® AND BRAID STAMPING i'one on the most fashionable patterns by MRS. MARION W. SHAW. Lewistown, Sept. 23, 1863- Kishacoquillas Seminary AND ORMAL INSTITUTE. MIE Summer Session of this Institution . will commence on MONDAY, APRIL 4, 1864, and continue twentyone weeks. Dost for Board, Furnished Rooms and Tu j m in the English Branches, per session, ). Jay scholars, per session. ?12. dusic. Languages and Incidentals extra, n order to secure rooms in the Institute attention should be made before the open - : of the school. ?or further particulars, address, S. Z. SHARP. Prin. an l3 Kishacoquillas, Pa. IVIt. Rock MillsT ORDERS FOR FLOUR, FEED, &c., "TAN, until further notice, be left at the U Store of S. J. Brisbin & Co., or at Pratt's itore, at the old Felix corner, at which pla les they will be called for every evening, till- j >d next morning, and delivered at any place ' o the Borough. , n l8 G. LEHR. r™~~ THE IIMSTREL MONUMENTS OF THE PAST. Oh! No!no! Nevermore, Can we restore The bright moments dead. Or the days that have sped, To the Past's dim distant shore— To the realms of the "Nevermore." We may weep, we may wail, we may sigh, W hen our clay-gods crumble and bright flowers die: But our moans can be but ss knell* that are tolled O'er the graves where they slumber lifeless aud cold. Oh! No!no! One by one, Alas! they are gone, With their joys and fears, With their laughter and tears, With their weight of grief aud cares, And the brave, true hearts that were theirs. They are gone with the Spring's early flowers, With the fruit of the Summer's golden bowers, While the autumn leaves lie crush'd ueath our tread, And the cold, wintry winds are wailing o'erhead. Oh! No!no! Nevermore, That heart grows sore With that wild, wild wail. When the bravest hearts quail At the blight with evil rife— And the weak fainting in the strife. Long, long ere the struggling day is done, Long ere the final victory is won, When we fold our hands in vain, idle sorrow. O'er our wasted yesterday and vailed to-morrow. Oh! N No!no! Nevermore, On earthly shore Shali we meet their train, But we know that they will wait For us at the Eternal Gate; Stern accusers facing the accused With wild upbrahlings o'er their wealth abused. O, mortals, mortals, think as the hours speed by. Of all the squandered gems that we must justify. Oh! Woe! woe! Evermore! That years are o'er Whose" lost hours shall be Arraigned 'gainst you and me. When before the Judgment Seat The Creature and Creator meet. Then while life's hurrying moments last. Oh! let the present expiate the past: Till step by step our virtuous deeds shall rise Their pyramids to trace our pathway to the skies. HEAVEN. The golden palace of my God Towering above the clouds I see: Beyond the cherub's bright abode, Higher than angels' thoughts can be. How can I in those courts appear Without a wedding garment on? Conduct me, thou Life-giver, there. Conduct me to thy glorious throne ! And clothe me with thy robes of light, And lead me thro' sin's darksome night, My Saviour and my God. —Russian Poetry. MOME&BKU&IOfIi Parents and the Sunday School. The first and most important duties of parents in relation to the Sunday school are to see that their children study their lessons ; that they are punctual; and to impress upon their minds the object of the school. We do not think parents fully con sider how discouraging it is for the teacher to have children come Sabbath after Sabbath, without any prepara tion. We tell you, parents, it is up-hill work, and very discouraging; and we want your sympathy. If you would consider the importance of parental aid, we cannot but think you would give it. Children come to school with the impression that they are under very little restraint, and'that it is of little consequence whether they are prepar ed or not. To an earnest teacher these are heart sore trials; but our mot to is, 'Hope on, hope ever,' that all the seed sown may not fall by the wayside. We both hope and pray that some good is done, though not so much as if you would give us a lift once in a while. Some parents, when they speak of the school before their children, talk as if it did not amount to much. Let them ask themselves the question, ! whose fault it is. Our Saviour said. 'Suffer little chil dren to come unto me, and forbid them not.' Do you think you are obeying this commandment? You cannot be neutral in the matter. 'He that is not for me is against me.' Y'ou either aid us or stand in the way. For the love you have to your children, give us your countenance and aid: 'come over and help us;' come into the school and see us; if we are ever glad to see you, it is there. —Religious Educator. The Twilight Opportunity. What loving mother does not know the value of the twilight hour, when her ch'ldren, tired of play, or interrup ted in their chosen amusements by the waning light, are unconsciously attract ed to her side by the cheerful fireside's glow ? The day's boisterous mirth is subdued, and the troubles and disap pointments of the day are softened or forgotten in this charmed hour. Moth WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27, 1864. erly admonition is then more tenderly given, andTnore gently received; and the little secrets and confessions, which might shrink from daylight, are now confidingly poured into the loving ear. Who are Happy. —Lord Byron said, "The mechanics and working men who can maintain their families, are, in my opinion, the happiest body of men. Pov erty is wretchedness, but even poverty is, perhaps, to be preferred to the heartless, unmeaning dissipation of the higher ord ers." Another author says, "1 have no prosensity to envy any one, least of all, the rich and great; but if 1 were disposed to this weakness, the subject of my envy would be a healthy young man, in lull pos session of his strength and faculties, going forth in the morning to work for his wife and children, or bringing home his wages at night." ZENAS CAREY'S REWARD. Red and sullen, like the eye of some baleful demon, the low sun glowed through the tangled depths of a November woods, casting bloody lines of light across the fallen trees, whose mossy trunks were half hidden in drifts of laded yellew leaves, aud evoking faint, sweet scents, like Ori ent sandal wood and teak, from a thousand forest censors, hidden away, who knows how and where. And through that line of dull, flaming fire the sky frowned—a leaden gray concave, freighted, as the weatkerwise could tell you, with snow flakes sufficient to turn that broken forest into a fairy grove of pearl and ermine. So the daylight was ebbing away Irorn this Thanksgiving eve. 'Now, I wonder where I am?' said John Siddons, pausing abruptly in the scarce visible foot path that wound among the trees. 'As completely "turned round" as though I stood in the deserts of Egypt 1 1 wish I had been sensible enough to keep to the high-road; these short cuts generally turn out long ones. However, it I keep straight ahead, I must inevitably emerge from these woods somewhere.' He sat down on a mossy stuuip. leaning his head carelessly on one hand, while the other played unconsciously with the worn brim of his blue soldier's cap—a slender, pleasant-faced young man, with grey blue eyes, and dark hair thrown back from a bronzed forehead, which had been touched by the fiery arrows of many a Southern sun in lonely swamps, and along the fever reeking shores of sullen rivers. 'Houseless—homeless!' he murmured to himself. '1 wonder how many others are saying the same thing this Thanksgiving eve. To think that. I should fight through the campaign unhurt, and return with an honorable discharge in my pocket to a place where no.one knows or cares wheth er I'm alive or dead, while so many brave fellows were shot down at my side with bullets that tore through a score of hearts at home, carrying sharper pangs than death has to give ! It's a queer thing to have only one relative, and he a total stranger. If I find this second cousin of my father he'll probably kick me out of doors for a shiftless, soldiering vagabond. But, hang it, a man can't live alone like a tortoise io its shell. I remember wonder ing, when I was a boy. why the Madeira vines over the porch stretching out their j green tendrils, and seemed to grope through ; the sunshine for something to cling to. I I think I understand it now.' He rose up aud walked on through the russet leaves that rustled ankle deep be neath his tread, still musing—musing; trying to study out the unknown quanti ties in life's great equation, while the sun went down behind a bank of lurid clouds, and the chill night wind began to sigh Borrowiully in the tree tops. Aod sudden iy the sturdy woods tapered off into a sil ver stemmed thicket of white birches, and the white birches fringed a lonely country road with a little red house beyond, whose windows were aglow with fire light, and whose door yard was full of the peculiar perfume of white and maroon-blossomed chrysanthemums. Zenas Carey was leaning over the gate, surveying the stormy sunset with critical eyes 'I told Melinda so!' ejaculated Zenas, apparently addressing himself to the crook ed apple tree by the road. 'l'll bet my best steer we have a good old fashioned snow to keep Thanksgivin' with I smelt it in the air this mornin', but women don't never believe nothing, until it comes to pass right under their noses, for—' This rather obscure senteuce was nipped in the hud by a footstep by his side; Zenas turned abruptly to reconnoitre the new arrival. 'Will you be kind enough to give mc a glass of wafer, sir?' sajd John Siddons, wearily. 'Sartin, sir?' said Zenas. 'So you're a soldier, hey?' 'A returned soldier,' said Siddons, drain ing the cool clement from the cocoanut shell that always lay close to the well curb at the side of the house. 'Goin' home to keep thanksgivin?' ques tioned Zenas. 'Home ! Sir, I have no home !' Siddous had spoken sharply, as if the thought were goadiug to him. Zenas put out his brown knotted hand aud grasped the retreating man's arm. 'My boy ! he said, with kindly abrupt ness, 'you're a soldier, and to tell by your looks I should guess you were about the i age of hiui that's buried at Gettysburg— imy only son ! I love that blue uniform 1 for David's sake, and if there's a soldier ; in the world that hasn't a home to go to on Ihanksgivin eve, there's a corner for him by Zenas Carey's fireside. Come in, sir . come in . You re welcome as flowers ! in .May !' John looked into the wet eyes and work ; ing face of the old farmer an instant, and accepted his invitation without another word. W hat a cheerful change it was, from the frosty air and chill twilight of the lonely road to that bright kitchen with its spot less hoard floor and resinous pine logs! And when Mel nda Cary drew a humped backed rocking chair to the hearth for him, and spoke a word or two of welcome, John Siddons wondered if the eyes of his mother, who died when he was a babe, had not beamed upon him just so! 'I told mother so, this very morning,' said Zenas, with a triumphant flourish of his band, as he stirred up the logs to a waving, glorious sheet of flame. 'Says I. Melinda, we'll kill the biggest turkey, and 1 11 pick out the yalierest pumkins on the barn floor. And says she, 'what for, Ze nas, when there's only us two to eat 'em?' and says I, 'Mother, Davie was here with us last Thanksgivin', with his new uniform, as brave and handsome as you'll ofteft see' now nn ther, don't cry. Zenas interrupted himself to stroke his vrifes grey hair with a strangely tender touch and went on : 'Says I, 'he's gone where its Thanks givin all the year round now, my poor hoy, my brave boy;' but, says I 'we'll make somebody welcome for Davie's sake, won't we, mother?' And n w ir, > >o j! spenu to-moilow with us. and tell me atiout the battle of Gettysburg, where Da vie died, crying out with his last, breath not to leave the flag he captured.' Zenas' voice died out into a choking, gasping sob. John Siddons laid his haud softly on the rough, toil hardened hand of the farmer, while a pang of envv shot through his heart. Ah ! it was almost worth while being shot down in battle to he missed and mourned like dead David Carey ! 'O, wife,' wailed Zenas, when John Sid dons had fallen asleep in the little corner room that had been the lust boy's; 'it is almost like having Davie back again! Wife, 1 fight my great sorrow down every night, hut every morning it rises up again more than ever ! God help every parent whose home is made desolate by the field of battle." Thanksgiving dawned with a white whirl wind of driving snow that eddied among the gnarled bows of the apple tree in mad frolics, and edged the old stone wall with dazzling eruiiue And the fiery sparks careering swiftly up Zenas Carey's tvide chimney met the steadily tailing snow halt way and gave Oattle, while the hearth glowed with ruddy brightness, as if it j knew all about the Governor's Proclama tion. and approved ol it. 'You have a cozy litde farm here, Mr. Carey,' said John, as they walked through the snow storm to the church, whose spire nestied among the everlasting hills be yond. 'lf I was only sure of it, sir,' said Ze lias, with a sigh. 'But I've been hard put. to it to get along these times. Taxes and such like come very heavy on poor men, and I've had a run o' ill luck, so that the place is mortgaged its full value, arid to a hard man—one that will sell the home you ve been born and brought up in as soou as eat his breakfast, so he can make mon ey by it.. It will be a black dayior Me linda and me when we have to leave the Rock Farm; but it must come soon, and I don't much care what becomes of me after wards. I tell you, sir, that when a man has lived to my age under one n of tree he don't take very kindly to being moved. Men are like forest trees, sir; you can take a young 'un and do as you please with it, hut it yoil transplant an old 'un it dies. Let's talk o' something else Mr. Siddons. I ouirht'not to complain Thanksgivin' day.' John looked with a feeling of actual revereuce at the hard-featUred old man, whose simple soul, borne down as he was by debt, aud grief, could still find some thing to be thaukful for. The turkey and pumpkin pies were smok ing on the rounc- table when John and Zenas returned from church; and Mrs. Carey "had brought out her 'flowing blue' plates and her choicest old time silver spoons in honor of their guest. There was no beverage but coffee that never knew the shores of Java, and a pitcher tf cold, sparkling cider; but champagne could not have been more cordially dealt out by Ze nas; and Mrs. Carey's smiling kindness gave a flavor to the chickorized rye that is some times lacking in 'egg-shell china.' The table was cleared away, and they were sitting around the fire, when the door was opened and Deacon Everts entered, SEnHHLUS!' ©©SSnFSTs, bringing a small snow drift uu the shoul ders of his shaggy overcoat 'Weli, I'm beat !' quoth Zenas. Take a | chair, Deacon. Let mo hang your coat afore the fire to dry.' 'Can't stay,' said the Deacon, giving himself a shake, like a black water-dog on his hind legs. 'I thought you like to hear the news, so I just dropped in on my way to my darter's Thanksgivin' dinner.' 'News! what news V exclaimed Zenas, while his wife dropped her knitting. 'Don't teli ! then you hain't heerd ?' 'I haint heerd uothin' hut the wind a howling' down the chimbly, and Elder Smith's sartnon this moruiu,' said Zenas, ' a little impatiently. 'The Squire's dead, up to the great j house !' 'Dead ! You don't tell me so. That's the man I was a speakin' of as holding my mortgage !' explained Zenas, turning to John Siddons. 'And when did it happen, Deacon ?' 'Died last night, sir, just about nightfall, as quiet as a iamb. There wa'nt nobody with him but the old housekeeper—folks didn't s'pose he was dangerous; and Lawyer i Ovid says there's a reg'lar will, and he's j left all his property to the only relative he had 1 ivin*; a soldierin' feller that he'd nev er a" much as seen—one Sedgewick, or i Sibley, or what is his name now ? Any how he's fell heir to all Squire Peter Ailes ford's property, and that's a pretty consid'a | ble wind-fall!' j 'Was that name Siddons?' asked the • soldier, who had listened to the conversa- I tion in silence. 'That's it!' said the Deacon, giving his knee a sounding slap. 'Peter Ailsford was my father's cousin,' said the young man quietly. 'Land o' Goshen,' ejaculated Deacon Evarts with growing veneration for the heir to ' the old Squire's' money. — 'Sow reely! that's kind o' providential, ain't it. To think that you should be right here on the spot!' •I was in search of Mr. Ailsford's house when I met you, sir,' said Siddons turning to Carey ; 'but as I was unaware what sort of a reception I might get, your kind in i viration decided ?oe to v a ,1. <.. two.' In vain did the Deacon try to 'pump' the young soldier. John Siddons was civ illy uncommunicative, and the Deacon fi nally took leave burning to uDiold his budget of news elsewhere. '1 hope, sir, said Carey, uneasily, when they were once more alone, 'you won't be hard about that mortgage. I'm a poor man, and—' 'Mr. Carey, said John, quietly, 'you shall burn that mortgage on this hearth the very day I come in possession of my relative's papers. No thanks, sir; I have not forgotten that 1 was 'a stranger, and you took me in.' Do you suppose 1 shall ever cease to remember the welcome of the Thanksgiving hearth ? I never knew either father or mother; but to-day 1 have fancied what their kindness might have been.' 'lt was for Davie's sake!' sobbed Mr. Carey, fairly overcome. 'Then for your dead son's sake will you let me fill his place towards you ? Last night death took from me the only one in the world to whom I was allied by the ties of blood; do not turnmie from your hearts'' 'The Lord bless thee—the Lord make his face to shine on thee, my second son,' said the old man solemnly. Slowly the dusk gathered athwart the hill, with wailing winds and whirling drills of snow—slowly the darkness wrapped them round ; but in Zenas Carey's stead fast soul the light of an eternal thanks giving was burning; and his wife with tearful eyes, nius. d upon her two soldier bo^s—one dead at Gettysburg, the other sitting at her side. HHimMllOHl A Cow Killed by a Cat. A cow owned by Mr. Marsh: 11 Mor rison, of Port Dalhousie, Canada, was recently taking her noon siesta on the street near his residence, "chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy," when some devilish boys who were playing near by, conceived the idea of having some fun by tying a cat to the animal's udder, and catching a cat, they pro ceeded to put their scheme into execu tion. As socn as the cat was fasten ed the boys left, and the cat endeav ored to follow their example, when the tension on her tail caused her to scratch the cow, which immediately jumped up and commenced running and bellowing at a fearful rate, thecal all the time scratching and biting the udder and legs, and this continued un til the cow fell down with exhaustion and cut in a most fearful manner, when the cat was liberated. The cow died next day. The owner threatens to sue the parents of the boys for dam ages, as lie considers it unjust that he should lose the value of the animal through mischievous pranks of the lads who require more gad and less liberty. BPjuPrize Riddle—When do chickens cross the road? Ans. When they want to get to the othor side ? New Series—Vol. XVIII. No. £6. Squaring Words. It was a very fashionable amusement in our eastern cities a year or two ago, to square words. We can explain this by an illustration more easily than in any other way. lake for example the word And: r AMI) NOR DRY Thus whether you read across or down you have the same three words. And— nor—dry. \\ ords of three letters are very easily squared. DRY POT HEN RYE ONE ERE YES TEA net "ft ords of four letters are more difficult. The following are examples : horn FROM OGEE RIDE REST ODOR NEST MERE Ihe longer the word the more difficult, and it is lawful to use proper names, or two short words as my pen, a term, a prove, j ifcc. J The following are examples of words of five and six letters. x E N I A FATHER j E D I C T AGROVE NIC HE TRIPOD , I C II 0 R HOPPLE ATERME V O L V E j REDEEM —A gentleman who had been victim : ized bv a notorious borrower, who always | lorgot to pay, eaiied him one of the most promising men of his acquaintance. It does not follow that two persons are fit to marry because both arc good. Milk is good and mustard is good, but they aro not good for each other. —lf it was not good for Adam to live single wheif there was only one woman on earth, how very criminally guilty are old bachelors, with the world full of pretty girls. —An eminent divine preached on Sun day morning from the text: —"Ye are the children ol the devil,' in the afternoon, by funny coincidence, from the words, "Children obey your parents." —'Mother,' said Ike Partington, 'did j you know that the 'iron horse' has but one J ear?' 'One ear ! merciful gracious, child, ! what do you mean V Why, the engine-eer, I of course.' —A profligate young nobleman, being in company with sober people desired leave to toast the devil. 'Oh. certainly,' said a gentleman, 'we can have no objection to toast any of your lordship's friends.' —A person speaking to a deaf man and getting angry at his not catching his mean ing, said : 'Why, it's plain as A B C.' 'That may be, sir, replied the poor man, 'but I am D E F.' Thankful. —'How good is Providence,' lisped a damsel as a gusty March breeze swept over the street, 'for the same wind which raises the tips of our skirts,blows dust [Jn the eyes of the spectators on the cor ner.' On the Rail. —The Providence Journal J tells the following story : As the mid day Worcester train was about leaving the depot, a man of the Johnstonian type of mariners entered the cars, and gruffly requested that two young i ladies occupying separate seats should sit together, that he and his friend might en joy a social tete a tetc on the other seat. 'But,' said one of the damsels, blushing, 'this seat is engaged !' 'Engaged, is it,' brusquely responded the man, 'who engaged it ?' 'A young man, sir,'replied the conscious maiden. 'A young man, eh ! Where's his bag gage ?' persisted the Ursa Major. 'l'm liis baggage, old Hateful,' replied the demure damsel, pursing her rosy lips into the prettiest pout. Old il&teful subsided ; the young man came in and extended an arm protectingly, almost caressingly arouDd his'baggage,' aud Mr. Conductor Caprun started the train. Marry or Droxcn I —The Muscatine Journal reports that a man broke through the ice seven times in attempting to cross t he Mississippi river from the Illinois side. He finally got over in safety. People were disposed to call him rash, fool-hardy, and alt that sort of thing ; but ou investigating the matter, it was discovered that he was under a faithful promise to be at the Ogil vie House in Muscatine to be united in marriage to his "lady love." He was de teruiined to marry or drown, not knowing in his simplicity that there is so little dif ference between the two calamities!
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