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Mary.might,if she would,' and, then Mark vrould give , one of his grunts, and stop talking about:it. But these occasional _flashes of affection that broke out'upon - Mary' Could not - make amends for kind words now - and then, at the very time they were needed. If he wouldn't say cpshaw ' to me,' she would say to herself, could get along ; but that is Such a hateful word, as though he didn't care a bit whether I was happy or not.' Some two months before the time when our story commences,good Parson Hopkins had died, and his vacant pulpit was now filled by a young minister to whom the Society more latterly gave a call. It was many weeks before Mark Gold smith could be induced to go and hear the youngster,' as he called him, preach. But when he did, Mary felt ahnest sure that for once her father would agree with her in his opinion of the minister. So she broke the customary silence of their homeward ride by saying— , Now father, did you ever hear a better sermon ?' • P IJALIAIHRD HVINT TOLSDAT, AT NO. 8 NORTH DORI BTRIBT, DY GEO. SANDERSON. TERMS. BrinadarprioN.—Two Dollars per 'annum, payable in ad discontinued until ail arrear ape are paid, unless at the option of the Editor. ADVlSSlELZlaNTS.—Advertieements, ..not exceeding one square, (131inee,) will be inserted three times for 000 and twenty-five genie : for each additional inser tion. Those of greater length in proportion. Habd'Bills, Posters, Pamphlets, fc.; it . c.; executed with accuracy and on the shortest notice. IpiI'BIAND MEN An THE ELEPHANT. A ILENDOO FABLE BY JOHN G. SAYE. was six men of IMloostun, . Ty learning much inclined, Who went to see the Elephant, (Though all of them wero blind,) . That each by observation Mlght,satbify his mind. The Firs: approached the Elephant, - And happening to fall, Attittist Ins broad and sturdy side, At once begati to bawl : " God bless me !—but the Elephant Is very like a wall !" The Second, feeling of the tusk, Cried,"Ho!—what have we here So very round and smooth and sharp To me 'tie mighty clear, This wonder of an Elephant Is very like a spear !" The Third approached the animal, And happening to take The squirming trunk within his hands, Thus boldly up and spake : see," quoth he, the Elephant Is very like a snake !" The Fourth reached out his eager hand, And felt about the knee; " What most this wondrous beast is like Is mighty plain," quoth be; "'Tie clear enough the Elephant Is very like a tree !" The Fifth who chanced to touch the ear, Said, " E'en the blindest man Can tell what this resembles most— Deny the fact who can, This marvel of an Elephant Is very like a fan !" The no sooner had begun About the beast to grope, Than, seizing on the swinging tail That fell within his scope, "1 see," quoth he, "the Elephant Is very like a rope !" And so these men of Indostan Disputed loud and long, Each in his own opinion Exceeding stiff and strong. Though each was partly in the right; And all were in the wrong ! Su, oft in thoologic wars The disputants, 1 weep, Hail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean, And-Prate about an Elephant _Not one of them has seen ! WOOED. In leafy girths the garden-walls Around the limes and plats were drawn— Round many a myrtled interspace, And crisping breadth of summer lawn. High on the wild-sculpt Tuscan urn The peacock drowsed; and far below Ranged many a terrace statue-dusked, And fringed with balustrades of snow. I love," I said ; she silent turned Her thoughtful face afront the south, While twenty shadows, passion -winged, Ran round the curving of her mouth. I stole one hand across the seat, And touched her dainty, shining arm, Leant to her neck, and whispered through The trees that hid her small ear's charm. The hot wind stirred the pleached grapes, And sifted half the fountain's froth; " And if I love, or dream I love, Sweet cousin mine, need'st thou be wry" One moment trifling with her fan, She pressed the margin to her brows ; "Love," she replied, " and peace, and rest Dwell in your heart, and hearth, and house." " Would'st see the picture I adore ?" Through pensive lips she answered 'Yes. " Than, slowly breathing, turned to me Her sweet face, while with pain's excess. I drew the mirror from my breast, And placed it in her passive hand ; "Look, cousin, look at her I love, The brightest blossom in the land." A faint blush bloomed aslant her brows, _ Her low voice trembled through and throligh, She drooped her head, Ah, cousin mine, God help her, for she loves you too." 'en rising up, close-linked we paced 'Where the almonds dusked the swarth ; Nor heard the Aof Time, until The great stars wheeled across the north— Till half the palms lapsed black in shade, And half the poplar tops grew pale And woke, amid the passion-flowers, The mellow-throated nightingale. Rich peace was ours; from bird and plant, To the faint splendor in the blue, fanny myriad voices sighed, "God bless her, fox she loves you too." MARK GOLDSMITH'S LESSON. Mark Goldsmith was always called an odd sort of a man' by the people of our village. He lived in the old red house that stands at 'the Four Corners, where high branching elms overhang the roof, and make the wide, open, green yard in front of it shady all the summer long. Travelers used to stop their tired horses at the Old Red, as it was then familiarly called, and, let them rest awhile, and then drove them through the brook, just across the way, to drink of its pure water, which, with a gentle murmur, rippled down through Mark's green meadows. Yet but few ever came to tarry long at the Old Red, for though Mark had a large farm, and spread a good table, he was so surly himself, and his housekeeper was so pre cige, that no one felt at ease. Some few of the old neighbors, who remembered Mark in his earlier days, had charity enough to say, ! the old Squire was quite another man before his wife died. That broke him down.' But, at the time of which we write, the afore-said housekeeper bad just found in Jack Wallace, the butcher, a congenial spirit,as she confidentially told the Squire's maiden sister. How that could be nobody quite understood, for two persons more unlike were not to be found in the whole county of Berkshire. But Nancy Tomp kins was well to do in the world, while Jack Wallace's affairs stood at sixes and sevens, so that nobody dated to trust him, and when he found that Nancy Tomkins would, why he thought they were congen ial spirits, too, and so d 'hey were married. But what was to be,,tue of Mark Gold smith 1 - t would be hard to tell if it had not been that a cheerful, hazie-eyed daughter was a part of Mark's household, and had, under the training of Nancy Tompkins, gruwn up into one of the neatest, brightest, little hcusekeepers that ever was seen on a farm. Now IV.lark loved his daughter more than words could tell, but he always acted as if he was afraid she would find it out. So when she came to him with any new plan, or to tell him of some pleasant thing that had occurred, he would send her away with a pshaw, and a rough word or two be side. Yet if he found she was really grieved, he,would set his wits to work to contrive something that would make her happy again. A ride to the shire town on business would be sure to come up the next day, and, of course, Mary must go to hold the mare,' When , he got out to go into the bank anolthe store, Now Mary liked a ride of this kind right weit;:,apeoially as it usually, resulted in the - 4tisent of a new gown of French oaliker,:as Mark called it i or what she liked - - . Pshaw !' said Mark. One of Parson I Hopkins was worth forty on 'em !' Mary sank back in the chaise with a sigh, saying mentally-- , It's of no use; my father is bent upon disliking everything and everbody.' The young minister had never called at the Old Red, but he had got as far as Aunt Sarah's, which was only two houses off, and it so occurred that the very hour he was there, Mary stepped in to see Aunt Sarah, too. She was so surprised on going into the parlor to find a visitor there that she stopped abashed in the doorway, with her sun-bonnet in her hand, and her cheeks blushing like June roses. , My niece, Mary Goldsmith,' said Aunt Sarah. The minister rose and held out his hand, and while Mary stammered out an apology for intruding, he said, with considerable emphasis— A very welcome intrusion, Miss Mary.' Of course, when he went away, Miss Mary had to invite him to call at the Old Red, some time, and see her father ; and, of course, he did not forget the invitation. Mark Goldsmith was not at home the day he came, but Mary told him the minister waited a full hour in hopes he would A'e do not vouch for the truth of her statement. Mary always went to the Friday evening meeting with Aunt Sarah, and Mark always sat up until she got home. One night, ho was sure he heard a deeper-toned voice than a woman's conversing with her as she came up the yard. But the good nights' were exchanged outside the door, and she came in alone. She saw a cloud had settled down on the old man's .brow, but it cleared away as his eye fell on her face, radiant with happiness, for so like her mother was she at that moment, that he longed to fold her to his heart and tell her of it. But never a lover hid more jealously his passion than Mark Goldsmith his overweening love for his daughter. So the cloud gathered again as he asked sternly— Who came with you, Mary l Tom Brown V Mary hesitated for a moment, and then going up to her father she laid her hand on his shoulder, and, with blushes mantling her cheeks, said— ,No father, it was the minister and I think he likes me.' , Pshaw !' said Mark. It's my broad acres that he likes better.' As if an arrow had pierced her very heart, Mary turned and loft him. When she reached her chamber, she threw her self into a chair, and burst into tears. The old gray oat, who had followed her mistress up stairs, jumped into her lap and rubbed her head lovingly. against Mary's hands. Oh ! puss,' said- she, crying more heartily, I'm glad there's one in the house to love me.' When this good thorough ory was over, Mary felt better. And as she stood up in the moonlit room, folding her shawl, a pleasant thought seemed to come to her, for a smile broke over her face like sudden sunshine after April showers. Yes I will—l will do so,' she said, laying :he folded shawl on the bureau, and bringing down her hand upon it energeti cally. My father must learn the lesson some time, and why not now?' What this lesson was we shall see. The rough repulse he had given his child's generous confidence troubled Mark for many days afterwards, and was the secret spring of many a new plan for her happiness. When the next Friday night came, he secretly hoped Mary would have the same company homeward, and when the time drew near for her to be there, he lit the two tall lamps on the mantel-piece. This made a decided addition to the ordi nary illumination given to the room by a single candle in a pewter candlestick— addition enough, Mark thought, as he rolled up the two front curtains, to make the child ' understand her companion would be welcome if he chose to come in For a long while Mark sat uneasily watching the face of the old-fashioned clock in the oorner,for Mary was somewhat later than usual. When she came, however, she opened the door so gently that a less watch ful ear would not have heard her at all. She's a bashful child,' thought the old man, and feels sort o' shy,' for he truly thought the minister was in the entry behind her, so be said with more than common cheerfulness— Asti him in, Mary ' • ask him in.' There is nobody here, father,' she re plied, gravely. I came from Aunt Sarah's alone.' Umph !' said Mark. Mary made no allusion to either lamps or window curtains, and after telling her father, as she usually did, the various items of news she had gleaned from Aunt Sarah, quietly_ withdrew, and left - him to his med itations. As for, Mark, he concluded Mary had made &mistake in thinking herself an ob ject of . speoial . regard to, the new minister,, and ,Baid to himself, mu4ngly, as he: laid down on his pillow :ltUidif Wiser ' ,- iiis..)thatilettre, - obild; P a m.R.stOrmilk tricArLr_e,44l*,l . IJ.•I • : kve e.:, •:xi 1: I ..,P.: 4:1 - 4 ILIWAZW."—BITOHANAN. LANCASTER CITY, PA., TUESDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 26, 1861 Whether Miss Mary had.mado a:mistake or not we do not say, but it is certain the I young minister thought he had, when he came out into the church porch that Fri day evening and found her gone. On the next Wednesday the se wing cir cle was held, and the minister was invited to tea. Now, Mary was there, and had left word for the hired man to come for her at nine o'clock. The minister made several ineffectual attempts to speak to her during the evening, and when he heard that the chaise had come and she was go ing to ride home, he somewhat anxiously followed her into the entry, saying in an undertone— have been trying all the evening to speak to you,' (as though she did not know it,) adding, 'shall you be at home to mor row evening shall be at Aunt Sarah's,' said Mary, and,' she continued, with a roguish smile,' Aunt Sarah will be very glad to see you there.' From that time Mary spent all her Thursday evenings at Aunt Sarah's.; and Miss Sykes, with whom the minister board ed, said she did not know what it all meant, but there was one evening in the week that the minister always went away without telling anybody where he was going. And for her part she must say, though she had tried and tried, she couldn't find out. One day, about a month after this, when Mark went down to the village for grocer ies, Joe Smith, the grocer's son, said to Well, Squire, how do you like the new parson V Umph !' said Mark, he's not great.' Well, anyhow, he likes the folks up at the Old Red, I'm thinking.' Mark looked up at Joe, inquiringly, and then said— ( Pshaw ! he never comes there.' 'Well, if he don't, he wants to, and that is just as bad,' said Joe. Folks say—and you mustn't mind it if I am plain with you, Squire—folks say, you hold rather too tight a rein with that girl of yonr'n.' Mirk made no reply, but gathering up the packages that Joe bad been tying up, he strode out of the store without stopping to settle his bill. The Squire's pretty huffy !' said Joe, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, as he watched the unwonted speed with which the old mare took her master up the hill. Now, there was one creature that Mark was never harsh to, and that was this same old mare. She is a knowing beast,' he used to say, and anybody could see she took advantage of her master' amiable weakness, for whenever she happened to feel like it, no matter where, she would suddenly stop and have a resting spell. On the day in question, however, she so far sympathized with Mark's haste to get away from Joe Smith that she kept up a brisk trot until they were half way to the Old Red. But old habits are not easily broken, and the shady, retired hollow they had now come proved too great a temptation for the old mare, so that the trot subsided into a walk, and the walk into a decided stop. Mark sat with his knit brows and compressed lips, thinking of what Joe had said, and hardly noticed where he was. It was a charming summer afternoon, and a slight breeze rustled the myriad leaves in the branches over his head, as though the old trees were whispering se crets to each other. Whether any such romantic ideas was suggested to Mark we cannot say, only he roused up, somewhat suddenly, and looking about him, said, with evident emotion, Yes, this is the very place.' Tears gathered in the old man's eyes, and though he brushed them away again with his hard, rough hand, they still kept coming. Yes, this was the very place where, twenty-five years before, Mark Goldsmith had told the beautiful Mary Willard the story of his love ; the very place where together they had promised to love eaoh other until death. Mark was then poor, while her father, Major Willard, was a rich man, yet he well remembered the generous kindness of the old Major, the free consent he gave to their union, and the wealth that was transferred to him at his death. Nor did Mark forget, though he almost wished he could, that Mary Willard had said to him on that betrothal night, ' Oh ! Mark ; if my father should oppose us I should die ;' And was not Mary Goldsmith another Mary Willard, with the same loving disposition' and winning ways Was it not possible for the young minister to love her, just as he himself had loved her sainted mother? What if he had been taunted with wanting Major Willard's broad acres in stead of his daughter? This thought was too much for Mark, and he gave the reins a sudden and violent jerk that started the old mare into a brisk trot again. • Mark, however, did not drive direotly to the Old Red, but turned down the lane that led to sister Sally e, and drove round into her yard. She immediately came to the door, for though her brother often called he seldom got out of his wagon. He used to say, Nobody can call me an old man, Sally's I'm sure ; but I reckon 'tis the rheumatic' makes me kind of stiff.' But this afternoon he got out, and following her into her pleasant sitting room, sat down in the arm chair. Delighted with so unusual an mar enee, the old lady made an extra effort to entertain him, and having exhausted all the topics concerning his affairs she began to talk of her own, entering at last into a somewhat lengthy account of the capture and subsequent destruction of a mouse that had got into her chamber the night before. Mark had not paid much attention to anything she had said. Something very different was evidently on his mind, and before she had finished the mouse story, he made two ineffectual attempts to interpose a question. Each time he got as far as Sally, how do you like—?' but his sister went perseveringly on until he abruptly said— Confound the mouse, Sally ! How do you like the young minister ?' A little surprised, but-not at all taken abaok by the suddenness 9f the question, Sally said— Ah ! tve ate very fortunate ! Not many such young men now-a-days.' And then Sally gave a deep sigh. Well, what is the matter with you, then I' said Mark. Oh ! I was only thinking,' said the old lady;' Solemnly, what a pity 'tis that OM young folks, who like each other, can't come_ kegether and be; married, es :they used to AtUi! times PhiIARIV and 40. leered another sigh. g Umph r said Mark. g What has that to do with the minister P Just this, Mark Goldsmith,' said Sally, as bending forward, she rested her arms upon her knees, and looked np into Mark's face. 4lt is plain as A, 8,.C, that the young minister likes your Mary, and you won't let him have her. And now, in a day or two, he goes away for three or four weeks, and if he can't have the one he wants here, why, he'll have to try to find a wife somewhere else, for, of course, a parson without a wife isn't'worth much to a country parish, and that you know as well as I do, Mark. Then, .for Mary, if lie does do so, it will break her heart, that's all.' Limph !' said Mark, rising and walking to the window. g What's to be done Well ! I don't really know, unless you have the sewing circle, at the Old Red, next week. That might bring matters right.' The sewing circle at the Old Red ! The thought of it made Mark start, and yet, by the nervous twitching of his mouth, Sally concluded he was trying to consent to it. At last he said, Well, tell the child she may have it, if she wants to,' and then he went out of the house, without speaking another word, leaving Aunt Sally with her mind fall of business and her heart full of joy. And so the sewing circle met at the Old Red. And, of course, the minister stopped to talk with the Squire after the rest of the folks hadsone. And, of course, Mary sat down by her father's side, to hear what he had to say. There was a pause at last in the conver sation, and then the minister, reached his hand across the table, laid it on the old man's arm, saying— , Squire, you have got one thing that I want.' Name it!' said the Squire, clenching the table with his hands, and compressing his lips as though he felt the crisis had come. c Not your broad acres, sir, but your daughter !' She is yours !' said Mark, in a olear, deoided tone. • Then, suddenly rising, he planed the minister's and Mary's hands together. He tried in vain for a moment to speak. At last, laying his own hand upon the young minister's shoulder, and, looking upon Mary, he said— , He's got just what he asked for. But I'll treat you both alike. If you want anything, ask.' With tears glistening in her eyes, Mary threw her arms around the old man's neok, and said— Yes, father, there is one thing. Prom ise never to say pshate to me any more.' I promise !' said Mark. And Mark Goldsmith had learned his lesson. A Novel Duel. There is scarcely any subject on which more discordant opinions are entertained than on that of duelling ; and while one party condemns it as a flagrant viola tion of all the laws both of God and man, others are contented to represent it as a necessary evil. Without, however, discus sing at present the expediency of the practice, it appears that if an appeal must, in any case, be made to arms, the great object should be to place the champions on an equal footing, and prevent, as far as possible, the better cause from yielding to the more skilful combatant. In one single, solitary instance, has this been attained. On the borders of Austria and Turkey, where a private pique, or private quarrel, of a single individual might occasion the massacre of a family or village, the deso lation of a province, and, perhaps, even the more extended horrors of a national war, whensoever any serious dispute arises between two subjects of the different empires, recourse is had to terminate it in what is called the custom of the frontier. A spacious plain or field is selected, whither, on an appointed day, judges of the respective nations repair, accompanied by all those whom curiosity or interest may assemble. The combatants are not re stricted in the choice or number of their arms, or in their method of fighting, but each is at liberty to employ whatsoever he conceives most advantageous to himself, and avail himself of every artifice to en sure his own safety, and destroy the life of his antagonist. One of the last times that method of deciding a quarrel on the frontiers was resorted to the circumstances were sufficiently curious, and the recital of them may servo to illustrate what is above mentioned. The phlegmatic German, armed with the most dangerous weapon in the world—a rifle pistol mounted on a carbine stock—placed himself in the mid dle of the field, and conscious that he would infallibly destroy the enemy, if he could once get him within shot, began very coolly to smoke his pipe. The Turk, on the contrary, with a pistol on one side and another pistol on the other, and two more in his holsters, and two more in his breast, and a carbine at his back, and a sabre at his side, and a dagger in his belt, advanced like a moving magazine, and, galloping round his adversary, kept incessantly firing at him. The German conscious that little or no danger was to be apprehended from such a marksman with such weapons, de liberately continued to smoke his pipe. The Turk, at length, perceiving a sort of little explosion, as if his adversary's pistol had missed fire, advanced like lightning to cut him down, and almost immediately was shot dead. The wily German bad put some gunpowder into his pipe, the light of which his enemy mistook, as the other had forseen would be the case, for a flash in the pin; and no longer fearing the superior skill and superior arms of his adversary fell a victim to them both, when seconded by artifice. MATRIMONY.—Thos. Bastard, Esq., fellow of the New College,lsBB, wrote the following epigram on his three wives : Though married by some is reckoned a curse, Three wives did I marry, for better or for worse, The first for her person : the next for her puree— The third for a warming-pan, doctress and nurse. The above reminds us of a clergyman whose first wife was immensely rich, his second exquistiely beautiful and his third, whom he married in his old Ale to nurse and comfort him, in the d ae of life, proved to have a most ungovernable tem per. He observed to one of his friends, that he had had three wives, the world, the flesh and the devil. 077 Wonuko.—To her, virtneB, we give lOvel to tier ..beatt4s your admiration her hiicipai:thi'whalAvandiiitit: LORENZO DOW. I heard Dow twice" when 'I was a child. He preaohedin Norwieh, Conn.; my native place, Bear Hill district, ten miles from his own. residence. The old , schooLhouse,' or academy,' which the Methodists used for a church was too small for the oongre gation, and they adjourned to the shade of an enormous wide-spreading elm tree that stood on the Green, as the public common was popularly called. I remember it was washing-day, probably Monday, and four o'clock in the afternoon. Dow stood in his wagon, and I sat, with a younger brother, on a stone, at the-foot of a horse block, on the women's side of the oongre. gation. I remember only one thing he said. A stout young man had clambered up into the forks of the branches of a tree, and got to sleep over the preacher's head, and snored so loudly as to,, disturb the. congregation. Dow looked up in the midst of his sermon and said, Take care there, Zacchens, or you will catch a fall.' The next time I heard him was in the old school house,' and I think on a cold, windy Sunday, either in the spring or fall of the year, I cannot tell which. He re proved some young ladies in the congrega tion for tittering, one of whom afterwards said, It was too bad to make people laugh in church and then scold them for it.' There was no one to raise the tune when he began. Waal,' says Lorenzo, 'if we can have no singin' we'll have no prayin';' and he plunged at once into his discourse. At the conclusion, without singing, prayer, or benediction, he left the desk and hur ried from the church, leaving the congre gation to follow at their leisure, jumped into his wagon and drove off at a furious rate. The high wind upset his Quaker broad-brim, and it came rolling back into the dispersing crowd, with Dow after on a full run. There are few things in this world more ridiculous than a man chasing his hat on a windy day, and Dow's ap pearance on this occasion, with his long hair and beard streaming in the breeze, provoked shouts of laughter from the young men and boys. Some years before this my father heard him in Charleston, S. C., where he preached in a Presbyterian pulpit, one of the old fashioned tubs, twenty feet in the air. In stead of ascending the stairs, Dow clam bered up on the outside and shouted, He that entereth not in by the door in the sheep fold, but olimbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.' Before he began he pulled off the pulpit cushions, of which he had a great abhor rence, and threw them to one side. During one of his long peregiinations a relative of his whom he exceedingly dis liked, died. Dow heard it from a neighbor, and as he neared home, he said, Tell the people there will be a funeral sermon in my meeting house next Lord's day, at ten o'clock.' Dow's meeting house was in a patch of woods near his own dwelling. Sunday came and the woods were full. Dow took his stand, and announced as his text, And the Lord set a mark upon Cain.' Such a handling as he gave the dubious character of his dead relative, was something of a contrast to the eulogies usually pronounced upon such occasions. When Jackson made his presidential tour through the Eastern States, in 1833, he passed near Dow's house. They were friends of old, and Dow was a rabid dem ocrat. He erected a hickory pole by the side of the road, imbedded in clay, a no less delicate compliment to the great Kentucky orator than to the hero of New Orleans.' The last time he preached at Bear Hill he took out his big silver turnip,' and held it up before the congregation, crying out, Watch ! what I say unto you ; I say unto you all—watch P He was prosecuted in the New London County Court in a protracted suit. On one occasion, while the court was sitting at Norwich Landing, he was asked to preach in the Universalist Church, at noon, while the judges and attorneys took a recess for dinner. He mounted a bench and pro claimed his own appointment. I will preach five minutes hence to as many as will follow me, in Hell's Insurance Office, in this town,' and off he went with a crowd of men and boys at his heels. Dow engaged is the milling interest in his latter days, and built his dam so high that it set the water back upon the mill race of his next neighbor up the stream, and this impeded the velocity and force of his water power. For this he was prose cuted, and after a long trial the cause went against him. Waal,' says Lorenzo, If a man is a sinner, the sooner he re pents and reforms, the better ;' and suiting the action to the word, he went home, assembled all his hands and out down the dam. The water suddenly brpaking loose, caused immense damage to those lower down the stream. Dr. Fisk used this as a happy illustration of the results of imme diate abolition, irrespective of consequen ces. In his latter itinerating tours he was often accompanied by the daughter of his second wife, an accomplished young lady, afterwards the wife and widow of a Metho dist preacher. The second Mrs. Dow was an estimable woman, well off in the world, and perfectly free from the eccentricities of her pious predecessor, the immortal Peggy.—Christian richipcate. SHOWING HER COLORS.-A gentleman from Cheat Mountain tells the following : A squad of Indiana volunteers, out scouting, came across an old woman in the mountains. After the usual salutations, one of them asked her : Well, old lady, are you Seoesh V 4 No,' was her answer. Are you Union V No.' What are you then V ri Baptist, an' all'ya have been.' The Hoosiers let down. 1.1" A poor woman, who had attended several confirmations, was at lerigth recog nized by the bishop. Pray have I not seen you here before ?' said his lordship. g Yes,' replied the woman, I get me confirme'd as often as I can; they tell me it is good for the rheumatis. THE GLORY OF THE WEED.—Saida man to a little boy, strutting up Broadway with his cigar. before breakfast: ' 'My boy, you would look better with bread and butter ill your;mouth than with &cigar. wou lkow be belt eo, gcTu;oh4ick, `ll4 it A Cains.rup_ur.—The following 4017 of an occUrremie„'Whiohlookplice once Upon a time in Tennessee, is too good to be lost. It is a capital hit at the prevailing-folly of those who set themselves up as a standard of religion, and morality, whilst all others afe . denoutegd se vile heretieti and sinners. A Baptist minister had been preaching. When drawing near the close of his sermon he said : Blethering, I am a hostler, and must curry these horses before I leave. Here is the high-blooded . Episcopalian horse, see what a high bead he carries ;'and how black his coat is, croft as silk„; bat he'll kink you if you touch him on his litany of prayers. Whoa, sir, whoa ! Here is an old sober Methodist horse ! Whoa, old fellow !-- Just slip away his love feasts and class meetings, and he'll kick till he falls. Whoa, you old shouter ! whoa ! Ab.! here is the horse that is ready to kick at all times, don't you go near confessional or penance. Whoa, Mr. Pope ! how beauti— ful his trappings are !—his surplice and miter ! Whoa, sir ! whoa!' And so he went on through the various denominations. When he was nearly through, an old Methodist gentleman, well known in the place, offered his services to conclude, which were readily accepted. He said : Friends, I have learned this morning how to dress down horses, and as the brother has passed upon several of them, I take it upon myself to finish the work. Here is an animal that is neither one thing nor the other. He is treacherous and un certain ; you cannot trust him ; he'll kick his best friend for a controversy. Whoa, mule! whoa ! See, brethren, how he kicks ! Whoa, you old Campbellite! Here, friends, is an animal that is so stubborn he will not let me into his stall to eat from his trough ; he is so stubborn that he would not go where a prophet wished him; he is so hard-mouthed that Sampson used his jaw as a weapon of war against the Philis tines. Whoa, you close-communion Bap tist, whoa!' Do you call me an, ass V exclaimed the minister, jumping up. Whoa !' continued his tormentor ; see him kick, whoa! Hold him, friends, whoa!' And thus the old gentleman went on, the minister ranting meanwhile until he got out of the church. _ The congregation unanimously agreed that they had never seen an ass so com— pletely 'curried ' before. LOOK BEFORE You KICK.-A minister in one of our orthodox churches, (the Vine yard Gazette says,) while on his way to preach a funeral sermon in the country, called to see one of his members, an old widow lady, who lived near the road he was travelling. The old lady had just been making sausages, and shy felt proud of them, they were so plump, round and sweet. Of course she insisted upon the minister taking some of the links home to his family. He objected, on account of not having his portmanteau along. The objection was soon overruled, and the old lady after wrapping them in a rag, carefully placed a bundle in each pocket of the preacher's° apacious coat. Thus equipped, he started for the fu neral. While attending the solemn ceremonies of the grave, some hungry dogs scented the sausages, and were not long in tracking them to the good man's over— coat. Of course this was a great annoy ance, and he was several times under the necessity of kicking the whelps away. The obsequies of the grave completed, the minister and the congregation repaired to the church where the funeral discourse was to be preached. After the sermon was finished, the minister halted to make some remarks to his congregation, when a brother, who wished to have an appointment given out ascended the pulpit and gave the minis ters coat a hitch to gain his attention.— The divine, thinking it a dog having a design upon his pockets, raised his foot, gave a sudden kick, and sent the good brother sprawling down the pulpit steps. You will excuse me, brethren and sisters !' said the minister confusedly, and without looking at the work he had done, for I could not avoid it. I have sau— sages in my pocket, and the dog has been trying to grab them ever since I came upon the premises.' rIVIIE LANCASTER INTELLIGENCER JOB PRINTING ESTABLISHMENT, No. 8 NORTH DUKE STREET, LANCASTER, PA. The Jobbing Department is thoroughly furnished' with new and elegant type of every description ' and Is under the charge of a practical and experienced Job Printer.- - The Proprietors are prepared to - PRINT CHECKS, NOTES, LEGAL BLANKS, CARDS AND CIRCULARS, BILL HEADS AND HANDBILLS, PROGRAMMES AND POSTERS, PAPER BOOKS AND PAMPHLETS, BALL TICKETS AND INVITATIONS, PRINTING IN COLORS AND PLAIN PRINTING, with neatness, accuracy and dispatch, on the most reasona ble terms, and in a manner not excelled by any establish ment In the city. rigai- Orders from a distance, by mail or otherwise, promptly attended to. Address GEO. SANDERSON k SON, Intelilgencer Office, No. 8 North Duke street, Lancaster, Pa. S'DROOL BOOR S. All the different School Booke now in use In the Pub lie and Private Schools of the Oily and County, are for sale at LOWEST PRICES, At the CHEAP BOOK STORE, No. 32 North Queen et. HOLBROOK'S MOTTOES for -the School Hoorn (cheap.) 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"It is so convenient to have In the house."—New York EVirett. "It is always ready; thtscommends ft to everybody."— N. Y. Independent. "We have tried It, and find It es tusefal our house as • water."— Wake Sp i rit of the Tina. . PRICE TWENTY-FIVE CENTS PER . BOTTLE. Very Liberal Redintions - to .Wholesale Dealers. TERMS CASH. zap-For sale hy all Druggists and Storekeepers generally throughout the country. JOHNS & CROSLEY, • (Sole Maners,) TS WILLIAM . BT., (Corner ofu facturL iberty St.,) NEW YORK .11117 - 19 Rd 110FORNE AND OATIPLEI POWDER TATTRESAVB HORSE POWDER, KEANE POWDER, ROSIN, YENNUOREEK. SULP i n ar - aasek TARTAR _ HOPPER ke, • For mile at THOMAB Drutatheiciellka*Weat Ethe - 0 ,10 4 tsb 9 scuttiviiiturar soa Tim T 711.: sir A NEomearrr IN EMERY HOUSEHOLD. z(mtis • cilioauwa AMERICAN CEMENT GLUM; The Streegeort Mae In the World. The Cheapest Glue in the Weal., The Mod Durable Glue In the -Wald. The Only Reliable Glue In the *odd. The Beet Glue to the World. 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VERY LIBERAL REDUCTION TO WHOLESALE BUYERS. TERMS CASH ear For Sale by all Druggists and Storekeepers generally throughout the country. JOHNS et' CROSLEY, (Sole Manufacturers,) 78 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK, Corner of Liberty Street Important to House Owners. Important to Builders Important to Railroad Companies Important to Farmers To all whom this may concern, and It concerns everybody JOHNS & OROSLEY'S IMPROVED GUPTA DEBORA CEMENT ROOFING. The Cheapest and mast durable Hoofing In use IT IS FIRE AND WATER PROOF. It can be applied to new and old Roofs of all kinds, steep or flat, and to Shh3ge Roofs without removing the Shingles. THE COST IS ONLY ABOUT ONE-THIRD THAT OF TIN, AND IT IS TWICE AS DURABLE. This article has been thoroughly tested in New York city and all parts of the UnltedStates, Canada, West Indies and Central and South America, on buildings,of all kinds, such as Factories, Foundries, Churches, Railroad Depots, Cara, and on Public Buildings generally, Government Buildings, Ac., by the principal Builders, Architects and others, during the past four years, and has proved to With' Cheapest and most durable Roofing In use ' • it is in every respect a Fire, Water, Weather and 'Time Proof covering for Roofs of all kinds. This is the only material manufactured In the united States which combines the very desirable properties of Elasticity and Durability, which are universally acknowl• edged to be possessed by Gatti Peroha and India Rubber: NO HEAT IS REQUIRED IN MAKING APPLICATION. The expense of applying it is trifling, as an ordinary Roof can be covered and finished the same day. 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EVANS a CO.'S own ins• portation, having been selected In the best European Markets, expressly for their own retail trade, and will be found unsurpassed for Style, Quality and ileamatiallw Prices. No. 818 Aim 820 Ozzentrr Sraoti - " BELOW CONTINENTAL =KO, . • N. 8.-Wholesale boyers . will find it admitigeetw' examine this Stock. [act 8 Im 89 sari - lola UNION ' ' , 1 AEON STIIIII. 1.1101r3 THI/1121,' - UPTON S.ZiEIWOOMKEC, Proprietor. SOrThis Hotel is central, conyerdegz ulat. PasnagLot, to all parts of the city, and in /very the oonifcatand ,wants of the bushmacrpu . b li c. = A air TEEM $1,50 PEE DAY. - fy SS _ , . PHI . SOLD OVID c IO ..Q.lllor Ada sa j. coati,• templet* Mutual said DrUlßooki M wort' thin II brolaWmppailis AkomMIPPIA-4211114n i lomat day: At 7. IL wimmwuraAkwilit ;•_my tun] No. 44 Oznor N. Russ Osaip NW law NO.
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