HsaWrti- .'tag*''s&ftci '■* E-.'j-l. ?£) -t , > v ‘ . -•'•' • ■ 1 i-ir, . ' VOL. LXIII. THE LANCASTER INTELLIGENCER BLISHID *VOX lOXSDAY, A* HO. 8 BOMS DUKB SIRXXr, 3T GEO. SANDBRSOS. e TERMS. oDBSCWViioH,—Two ; DoUersper annum, payable in ad - ; vanco. No subscription diseoutianed until all.arrear ages arepaid, unices-at the option of the Editor. ; Anvaansncijras.—Advertisements, not exceeding one square, (12 lines,) will be inserted three times for one - dollar, and twenty-fire cents for each additional laser - tlon. Those of greater length in proportion. ' Job Taiirynro—3nch as Hand Bills, Posters, Pamphlets, Blanks, labels, Ac., Ac., executed with accuracy and on the shortest notice. ROSE IN THE HARDEN. Thirty years have come and gone, Melting away like Southern snows, “mce in the light of a summer’s night I went to the garden to seek my Rose. Mine / Do you hear it, silver moon, Flooding my heart with your mellow shine ? Mine! Be witness, ye distant stars, Booking on me with eyes divine! me, tell me, wandering winds, Whisper it, if you may not speak—* 1 Did you ever, in all your round, Fan a lovelier brow or oheek ? Long X nursed in my heart the Jove, Love which I felt, but dared not tell, Till—l scarcely know how or when— It found wild words— and all was well! X can hear her sweet voice even now It makes my pulseß leap and thrill— “ I owe you more than I well can pay: You may take me, Robert, if you will!”. So in the pleasant summer night I trod the garden walks alone, Looking about with restless eyes, * Wondering whither my Rose had flown. Till, from a leafy arbor near, There came to my ears the sound of speech * Who oan be with-my Rose to-night ? r * Let me hide me under the beaoh. It must be one of ber female friends, Talking with her in the gleaming grey j thought—they may speak of me : Let me listen to what they say. This X said with a oareless smile, And a joyous heart that was free from fears: Little X dreamed that the words I’d hear Would weigh on my heavy heart for years. “Rose, my Rose ! for your heart is mine,” I heard in a low voice, passion-fraught, “ In the sight of Heaven we are truly one; Why will you cast me away for nought ? “Will you give your hand where your heart goes not, To a man who is grave, and stern, and old; And whose love, compared with my passiou-heat, As the snow of the frozen North is cold?” And Rose—l could feel her oheek grow pale— Her voice was tremulous—then grew strong “ Richard,” she said, “ your words are wild, And you do my guardian bitter wrong. “Did you never hear how, years gone by ” She spoke in a tremulous undertone— “ Bereft of friends, o’er the world’s highways, I wandered forth as a child alone. “ He opened to me his home and heart— He whom you call so stern and cold— And my grateful heart I may well bestow On him, for his kindness manifuld.” “ Rose,” he said, in a saddened tone, “ I thank him for all he has done for thee * He has acted nobly—l did him wrong ’ But is there is no voice in your heart for me?” And Rose—she trembled—l felt it all; I heard her quick breath oome and go; Her voice was broken ; she only said, “ Have pity, Richard, and let me go! ” And then —Heaven gave me strength, I think I stood before them, calm and still; You might have thought my tranquil breast Had,never known one passion-thrill. And.they alternate flushed and paled; ' Rose tottered, and I feared would fall; NX caught her in my supporting arms, And whispered, “ Rose, X heard it all. “ I had a dream, but it is pass’d, That we might journey, hand-in-hand, Along the rugged steeps of life, Until we reaohed God’s promised land. “ This was my dream—'tis oyer now— Thank Heaven, it is not yet too late ! JC pray no selfish act of mind May keep two young hearts separate !” I placed her passive hand in his With how-much pain ti-od only knows— And blessing him for her sweet sake, I left him standing with my Rose. MY NOSE. Far away back in the days of early childhood I remember being gazed upon in a ourious manner, and hearing the remark in a suppressed tone, ‘Poor child ! she has a nose ]’ Whether it was expected of me to have been born without this appendage I couldn’t exactly understand ; especially as in looking around upon the circle of my friends and acquaintances I saw that they were all well provided in this respect. Vague hints and mysterious remarks upon thifi unfortunate feature threw a sort of shade, over'my early years, and the first mortification that I ever experienced arose from the same cause. I was then at the sensitive age of eleven years, and at a child’s party a little boy, whom I had distinguished by calling him up to help me out of ‘the well,’ imprinted a Kiss upon the end of my nose amid the tittering of his companions. A quick, angry flush shot through me, and from that time forward the unpleasant conscious ness that I had indeed ‘a nose’ never left me. Why a machine for the compression of extensive ngses should not be put into practical operation I was at a loss to con ceive, and that it should one of these days be attempted I was fully determined. When, therefore, I read Miss Bremer’s ‘Home,’ it was the disappointed over throw of a long-cherished plan. I perused the history of Petrea Frank, read the failure of her admirably arranged plan for reduoing the size of her nose, and went off and cried myself to sleep in a paroxysm of despair. , My nose was a never-ending source of amusement to a family of ooasins, who gave me no peace of my life. There were five of them—all girls, all handsome, and full of life and spirits. I was very fond of them, and I believe they were of me ; but they never would restrain their jokes at my expense. Poor things ! They were motherless ; and if they something lacked the refinement and sensitiveness of those more favored, I was not disposed to be un forgiving. . Uncle Althorpe was a barrister, and his pretty daughters, when they arrived at young ladyhood, were in a fair way of be ing spoiled with adulation. They were beautiful, those girls-Celestine, the eldest, was a perfect type of Southern beauty. Slender,'symmetrical, with beautiful dark eyes and moonlight face—a picture to be studied. Then came Anna, who always' played ‘Eowena,’ in all the tableaux; a toll) graceful blonde with an air and man ner so distinguished, that ou entering a room at any assembly there was always a murmur Of ‘Who is she?’ Emma was a piquant little thing, with the look of a ripe peach ; her cheeks were so downy, with the rich color ‘growing through the olive tint. Matilda was my especial favorite ; and J. who have always been an admirer of beau ty, would often gaze upon her in a kind of wistful rapture. Bright, laughing and lovely, she was seldom still for two conseo ntiye moments, f have watched her dip her head in a basin of water, and the rich, dark-hair, with a tinge of auburn, would emerge one dripping mass of curls, which < she tossed about with the quiet contempt of .oonsoious beauty. Those large, laughing brown eyes were always spariding with 44*V >:-.T .*■ IV& " t VTk „ sjs jrv --'•- merriment; her month was the nearest ap proach to a ripe cherry of any that I have ever yet seen, and her nose was just suffi ciently retrousse to give an expression of archness to the face. Add to this the ex quisitely fair complexion that accompanies auburn hair; —pale, exoept when emotion called color to her face, or a kiss pressed on her face gave it, the appearance of a fresh rose leaf—and yon have a lengthy but truthful description of my cousin Matilda. I never saw any half so beau tiful. Last of all, there was Hillywho having been handed over to an ancient aunt of her father’s for a name, was christened by that lady ‘Hildegarde.’ Hilly was the baby, a perfect imp of mischief, with such a way of throwing herself on one’s protection that she always came off as. the injured party. Tery deep violet eyes, with the reddest of red lips, and the brightest of complexions, and very brown hair, had my little cousin Hildegarde. Any one of those girls had sufficient at tractions for half-a-dozen ordinary belles ; then what was poor I, With my unfortunate nose, to do among five of them % Precisely what I did : feel like the Least-, to which they all played the part of Beauty ; and wonder what was ever to be done with my nose. Unde Althorpe lived at some distance fronPfcs, and one day after I left school and oonsidered myself a yonng lady, I received the following characteristic letter from Matilda : ‘ For goodness sake, Beoky (I had the name of Bebecoa added to my nose) do come and see us ! I suppose you hadn’t the least idea where we had looated for the summer ; but you can’t think how delight ful and romantio it is ! I should soaroely be more surprised if Noah’s Ark had been discovered and fitted up for us; but that wouldn’t be half so charming as to be in this old mansion. It is said to be haunted, too! A queer old.woman, Miss Eleanor Pyott, who outlived all her family, owned this place and died lately. A nephew used to live with her, and people supposed that the place would be his ; but they couldn’t find any will, and alb the connections went to law about it. Of course none of them could live in it until it was settled on whom it belonged ; so papa has taken it for the summer, and here we all are ! It’s the queerest place you ever saw ; do oome at once. There is a portrait of Miss Eleanor here, and it looks just like you—she has the funniest nose !’ This is but an extract from my pretty cousin’s rather incoherent letter, and by the time I had finished the epistle I was pretty well mystified. But unde Althorpe soon made his appearance, on purpose, he said, to escort me to Pinehurst, and Hilly sent me a saucy message to ‘paok up my nose without delay.’ I was not long in making preparations ; and with much curiosity to behold the old mansion, I set forth with unde Althorpe. ‘I suppose,’ said my uncle, when we were comfortably settled in the railway car riage, ‘that the girls have been frighten ing you with all sorts of stories about the place V ‘No, sir ; I am not easily frightened.’ ‘No ?’ said my uncle, looking at me with additional respect; well, I have al ways heard that a long nose indioated a clear head.’ My poor nose again ! Why couldn’t he let it alone ? ‘The girls are half beside themselues with fear, he continued ; ‘there is a story that the house is haunted ; there’s a walled up room : a gentleman once shut up his daughter there for loving a young officer ; and she walks about at night and all that! Have I frightened you V ‘Not in the least, sir ; I don’t believe in ghosts ?’ ‘That’s a sensible girl,’ said my uncle, emphatioally ; and he' seemed to be consid ering this, for he said very little more dur ing the journey. I kept an eager look out for a glimpse of the house ; but it was nearly night when we arrived at the station, and then my uncle’s carriage conveyed us to Pinehurst, a distance of two or three miles. The carriage stopped at an ancient gate way, and the first sight of the place filled mo with ecstacy. The house was entirely out of sight, hidden by the trees, and we approached it through a noble avenue. I gloried in the dense retirement around us. Once in the avenue, we seemed shut in from the world ; and the broad walks, the sloping lawn, and the aristocratic silence, were all exactly to my taste. I had a pas sion for mystery, and my uncle’s summer residence was exceedingly mysterious. There was the house, and on the broad steps stood the five’Graces waiting to re ceive us. Oh, that grand old hall! It did my heart good to see it. Everything was lofty and spacious, and as the old fashioned furniture had been left undisturbed, the room presented a perfeot pioture of a cen tury ago, and claw feet,' lion’s heads, and all sorts of queer designs stared upon me from all directions. But my five cousins would not allow me muoh time for a quiet survey. ‘Why, Beoky!’ exclaimed Matilda, atfer regarding me with considerable aston ishment, ‘you’ve really grown pretty ! ’ ‘So you have!’ chimed in Hilly ;‘I deolare your nose hardly shows at all!’ This was not meant to imply that the organ in question was too small to be seen, but only that the monstrosity of it was not quite so prominent as it had hitherto been. .‘I libe to l°°k at your mouth, Beoky,’ said Oelestine, graoiously. I had a rather decent month. ‘What have you been doing to make your eyes so bright V asked Anna, by way of adding her contribution. ‘Well!’ exelaimed Emma,‘you’ve left me nothing to say, but .1 prophesy that Beoky will ent ns all ont yet.’ 1 was begining to feel extremely foolish, when Unole Althorpe turned me gravely round, and surveying me from head to foot, remarked, ‘Stature average height; figure neither fat nor lean; hair very pass able ; eyes very fine, a straightforward honest, look in them; nose—but that is a* prohibited snbjeot; month, just what a mouth should be ; chin very pretty—l love to i s ® e pretty ohln ; complexion delicate, yet healthy ; expression modest, but sensi ble. You’ll do.’ ‘Do what V I inquired. ‘That remains to be seen,’ said Althorpe, and he vanished to read his. paper, and was heard no more that evening. We girls sat and talked until twelve, and T f?vr« - “THAT OOUHTHT IB TH» HOOT TKOffHBOITS WUXU LABOK 001DCA99S THX OUATIBT UWAKD.”—-SUOBAXAH. LANCASTER •CITY. PA.. TUESDAY MOUSING, JXJLY 22, 1862 by that time I had bccomo pretty well ac quainted with the history of Pineburst. ~ It bad belonged to the Pyott family from time immemorial, and a proud and aristo cratio family they were, who had always been considered the very dream of society. But the family had all 'died oat, : with the exception of an elderlyi maiden lady, who lived there alone in her grandeur until she adopted a nephew, the only child of a sister who had made what the! world calls a mis alliance. . I This Miss Eleanor Pyott was the talk of all the country around,land every one had something to say about her stately bearing, whioh they pronounced exactly that of an old dowager duchess. Every fibre of her heart seemed to be twined about *the old place, and she refused to have the slightest alteration or improvement made in it. The Pyotts for generations had dined in that dining-room, slept in those chambers, and held courtly receptions in those drawing rooms ; and as one generation of Pyotts went out and another generation came in, they followed tenaciously in all the ways of their ancestors. I was speedily shown the portrait of Miss Eleanor; a very grand old lady in deed, with a long, sharp nose, delioate complexion, and hair done up in old fashioned puffs. I was rather struck, my self, with the likeness which I bore to the portrait; but I would ‘ not acknowledge this to my cousins. Miss Pyott never walked beyond the precincts of her ancestral mansion ; when she had occasion to go farther, she rolled aristocratically along in an old-fashioned Carriage driven by an ancient ooaohman, who considered a quick • pace decidedly plebeian. The old lady qlways looked like a portrait of one of hor ancestors descend ed from its frame; rich coffee-colored lace ornamented the heavy brooades in which she attired herself, and she sup ported a muff that would have extinguished any ordinary woman. But the stpry of Pyott Denmore, her nephew, interested me most. From early childhood he had played in those broad avenues, roamed through the wooded paths, and made those empty chambers re sound with gleeful notes ; he had listened with deferential attention to Miss Eleanor’s long stories of this and that ancestor, and faithfully promised her to keep up the old mansion in its original style when she should be gathered, to her fathers; and how, in his matured manhood, when he could fully appreciate the value of the be quest, he was turned away as one who had' no right there, merely because Bhe, whose, heart was set on installing him as master of the house, had neglected to commit her wishes to writing. It was very hard, I thought, and in spite of Uncle Althorpe’s arguments, I persisted in denouncing the injustice of the law. Fortunately, however, for her nephew, Miss Eleanor had the good sense to give him an education calculated to make him depend upon his own resources. ‘ You can’t think what a charming per son he is,’ said Anna,confidentially. ‘We have never seen him, but we hear he has lovely dark eyes, and snoh a sweet smile ! just the style I like—and if he succeeds in getting his property, we are all going to set our caps at him.’ Hence it was agreed that if he regained the old house, he would come into the pos session of a lovely wife ; for that any one of my beautiful cousins should not succeed in winning any man upon earth, never entered into my head. My unfortunate nose looked larger than ever, as I gazed upon my reflection while undressing for the night. Matilda and I occupied.the same room, and She amused herself with relating to me all the various alarms they had ex perienced with the benevolent intention of frightening me. But I remained perfectly unconoerned, while my cousin involun tarily trembled, and behaved like the veritable little coward that she was. Several times during the night was I compelled to rise from the: couch and ex plore the apartment, in order to allay her tremors. Now it was the huge fireplace, in which something was certainly moving —then the moon sent an unusual light in to the room—and next a mysterious tap ping on the window-pane had to be ex. plained. This somewhat puzzled me at first, but I soon discovered that the branches of the tree, which were very near the window were driven continually by the wind against the glass, and thus produced the perplexing noise. Again and again, as I laughed at poor Matilda, was I thankful for not being a coward ; and in the midst of theze alarms, I could have explored the whole house with perfeot serenity. I enjoyed life at Pinehurst, although the girls pronounced it dull; and so enraptured was 1 with the place; that in consequence of this and my resemblance to the portrait, it became quite a standing joke with my cousins to oall me Miss Eleanor Pyott. Now this was not agreeable. 1 was very sensitive respecting my nose, and Miss Eleanor’s certainly was a little larger than mine. When, therefore, they urged me to don some old bonnet that had been discov ered at the top of the house, and arrange my hair in puffs, I deolined affording'them this gratification, for which they .teased me daily. The walled-up ohamber, which was re garded with a mixture of horror and curi osity, was soon pointed ont to me. It was in a sort of wing that joined on at the ex treme end of the mansion, .and looked ont upon the densest part of the grounds. Be ing in the second story, a narrow flight of steps led up from the outside to a low door that opened directly into the room. This was never unfastened, and the one window was tightly boarded up. I regarded this spot with longing eyes, and often pro posed an exploration of the haunted apart ment ; but this Unole Althorpe decidedly opposed, alleging that as he was only a temporary tenant, he had no right to pene trate into these carefully guarded recesses. One day my cousins had been more than usually aggravating upon the subject of my resemblance to Miss Eleanor Pyott, and I retired to rest at night in no very pleasant frame of mind. Matilda was soon asleep, but 1 lay awake thinking of the former occupants of the mansion, and won dering if Pyott Denmore would ever be restored to what I considered his rightful position. I was restless, and finally rose from the bed ; lighting the candle, I proceeded to view Miss Eleanor’s portrait. The more I looked the more I beoame convinoed that I did look like it; and the desire ’came over me to attire myself in that ancient ■~-Z4fcK’*JL'‘ * '.^sgaipu:s' dress. and compare notes. Hilly, had eanght. a. glimpse. of some;' old-fashioned things in the back part of a deep closet, and' thither ; I • accordingly repaired. ■ A faded dress of stiff brooade, that bad evi dently seen long service, soon replaced my white wrapper, and; having rolled my hair into puffs, afa Miss Eleanor, I donned a green galeche and almost trembled at' my reflection in the glass. I looked at the poi trait again, to be sure that it was really I, and not the old lady' stepped from the frame; and then unhesitatingly directing my steps towards the walled up room, I determined to seeif it were possible to effect an entrance there. It was a ridiculous expedition, bnt I walked gravely on through the silent pas sage until I came to a narrow little entry that opened into a closet. Carefully guarding my Candle, I peered around in search of some outlet, for I knew that this closet was at the end of the house near the mysterious chamber. The narrowness of my quarters caused a rattling in the capacious pocket of my dress, and drawing forth a roll of paper, I grasped it tightly for future investigation. My candle was not brilliant enough or I should before have discovered a sort of board window at the end of the oloset. This was seoured by hooks that were noise lessly unfastened, and then I found myself in a small room, from the further end of which seemed to proceed a light. I was staggered* and my first impulse was to turn baok ; but resolving to inquire into the oause of this strange phenomenon, I proceeded tremblingly forwatd. I conld not have told what 1 expected to see, but I oertainly was not prepared for the sight that met my ej^s. The room into whioh I entered led to a large one, and in this, seated by a table, was a gentleman, completely absorbed in the perusal of some old yellow letters. His face wore an expression of sadness, as he sat there ; but I oould see that he was very distinguished looking and quite young. The situation in whioh I found myself was extremely embarrassing—alone there at midnight •, but instead of retracing my steps, I stood spell-bound, starting at the occupant of the mysterious room. Presently he turned and saw me: His faoe grew white, as he exclaimed, in a husky voice, l Am I dreaming ! Merciful Heaven, that nose !’ This unprovoked attack upon my much injured features quite exasperated me, and without stopping to consider what I did, 1- threw the paper in my hand at the speaker and glided back to the closet. 1 thought that I heard a heavy fall; but now thor oughly alarmed at my own imprudence, I hastened, breathless and panting, to my room. 1 My cousin still slept; and divesting myself of my masquerading attire, I sat down and pondered over my singular ad venture. As I had told my uncle I did not believe in ghosts, and the gentleman whom I encountered had given full evi dence of being a living man, I fully be lieved it to be Pyott Denmore, though how he came there, and for what reason, I could not tell. I had evidently impressed him with the conviction that he had been visited by his Aunt Eleanor ; and with a sort of mischievous glee and a little inward trembling, I retired to bed, wondering what would come of it. I half feared to go to the breakfast table. But nothing was said of the per formance of the night before. Unole Al thorpe looked perfectly unconscious of the scene that had been enacted, and I began to breathe freely. My cousins teased me during the day for being so unusually silent; but my thoughts were wandering off to the melancholy looking gentleman, and I wondered what had beoome of him. It would not do to trust the girls with my seoret; for they wonld laugh at me, and deolare that I had been dreaming, and that I was, after all, as great a coward themselves. 1 stole off to the thioket that was imme diately under the boarded window; but all looked dark and deserted as before, and I almost asked myself if I had not imagined the whole affair. Unole Althorpe went to town every morning and returned at night; but always on his appearanoe, he was besieged with a host of questions respecting Pyott Den more’s case. The usual reply was that it was standing still, as everything in law always is ; but on the evening preoeding my promenade he made his appearance with a. countenance that was a perfeot series of notes of exolamation. ‘ What is it, papa V was demanded in five different keys ; bnt an unaccountable trembling seized me, and I remained silent. ‘ The strangest story I ever listened to !’ said my unole, at length, in a solemn man ner. ‘ I oannot possibly aooount for it.’ ‘ Why,’ exclaimed the volatile Emma, 1 has old Miss Pyott appeared to her nephew, and told him, - in a sepulohral voice, where to find her will V ‘ Something very like it,’ was the reply, in a tone that drew five eager faoes around him. ‘ Denmore’s story,’ oontinued,’ my uncle, ‘ began with an apology. It seems that the walled up room is not walled up at all, but only boarded, and to one acquainted with the locality it is very-easy to effeot an entrance, unperceived, from the outside. Knowing, he says, that it would not inter fere with the arrangements of the family, he has been accustomed to spend hours in what is called the haunted room; and there he loved to sit, thinking of the past, and devising means to prove his lawful claim to the beloved house. '’Last night, he discovered in an ancient secretary, some old letters written by his mother to his aunt before he was born; and losing all thoughts of the present, he had been read ing them for at least an hour, when sud denly a rustling sound attraoted his atten tention', and the figure of his aunt Eleanor stood in the doorway. She seemed to gaze upon him inquiringly, and her band grasped a roll of paper. Bnt at the sound of the exolamation, which he could not suppress, she immediately started, and throwing the paper towards him, vanished from his sight. He had lost his conscious ness for a time, and when he recovered he found himself lying upon the floor, where he must have fallen. Although a man of great Strength of mind, it is impossible to persuade him that he did not really see his Aunt Eleanor ; and the strangest part of it is, that when he came to himself, the roll of paper was there before him I and what do you think, it proved to be V ‘The will!’ whispered several awe strioken voiees. ‘ Actually the will,’ said my unole,) .which says beyond all doubt, ‘ I give and ’ bequeath to my nephew, Pyott Denmore, .the old family mansion with all its appur tenances and after a few legaoies to ser- j vants and dependents, the whole of her property, personal and real estate, goes to said Pyott. Soyou may prepare to change our'quarters as soon as possible.’ The girls looked anything but unwilling, and a sort of subdued horror pervaded' the party. ‘Now don’t be such fools,’ said Uncle Althorpe, ‘ as to suppose that Miss Eleanor really appeared in propria persona to her dreaming nephew ; if he believes it, that’s no reason why I should ; and it’s my opinion that some old family servant has managed to-discover the will and invest it with this little air of mystery. I shall make, diligent inquiries in-the village, and I have no donht that it will turn out so— do you not agree with me, Becky ?’ ‘ No, sir,’ I replied abruptly, without a moment’s reflection. # ‘ What!’ exclaimed my unole, ‘have the girls then infected you with their ridiculous fears ? Where is all your boasted cour age?’:. I pretended to be absorbed in a book ; but I could see that my olear-headed uncle was observing me olosely through his spectacles. » = . ‘ Well, papa,’ said my cousin Celestine, ‘ are we to obtain a sight of this hero and ghost-seer before we vacate his establish ment V ‘ If nothing happens to prevent it,’ re plied my uncle, ‘ we shall be favored with his company to-morrow, evening.’ ‘ To-morrow evening!’ Such a state of excitement! All the next day my five cousins were discussing the respective merits of various head dresses, and one might have supposed from their conversa tion that, instead of spoiled beauties, they were unattractive girls who had never had a' beau in their lives. - Billy, who was but sixteen, was gravely advised by her elder sisters to be sweet simplicity in white muslin, with a sash tied behind ; to which she replied that I ought to present myself before Mr. Denmore dressed as Miss Eleanor Pyott. This took place at the breakfast table. ‘ Why ?’ asked my unole, sharply.— ‘ Does Beoky bear so close a resemblance to Miss Eleanor when dressed in her clothes ?’ ‘So they choose to imagine,’ tvas my reply. ‘ Then they have had no means of prov ing their supposition ?’ • ‘ Not the slightest,’ said I, as uncon cernedly as possible. Unole Althorpe gave me another pene trating look, and then departed for the day. In the evening came Mr. Denmore, and one glance satisfied me. I had seen that face before. My beautiful cousins were presented to him in succession, and I brought up the rear. I saw his look of admiration, as his eyes turned from one lovely faoe to an other ; and when they fell upon me he started visibly, and I trembled so that I could hardly stand. Unole Althorpe was watching ns, and as he said, ‘ My nieoe, Miss Entwick,’ Mr. Denmore bowed low, and his voice had a faltering tone of tenderness that I knew was called forth by thoughts of the de parted. It was decidedly uncomfortable, this looking so muoh like somebody else; and as soon as ,1 conld politely do so, I left Mr. Denmore’s presence, and watohed him from a distance. He was a fine looking man ; not hand somo enough to be distinguished for his beauty, as far as features were concerned, but he had a good look, and his'faoe wore an expreision of mingled resolution and sweetness, which I had always admired and seldom seen. He interested me, and at the end of the evening I was fully con vinced that he deserved the term ‘ gentle men ’in the widest sense. • A thoroughly polished gentleman, unobtrusive, yet at tentive, one who has acquired an entire forgetfnlnes of self, was a character I had very rarely met with ; I had rather a oon tempt for men in general, and I studied Mr. Denmore as a pleasant disoovery. When he left us his eyes again rested on me with that tender yet melancholy ex pression ; and rather piqued that I was made a Bort of escape-valve for thoughts that were busy with another, 1 hastened up-stairs. My little cousin Hilly was laughingly boasting of Mr. Denmore’s attentions. ‘Talk of words, indeed!’ exclaimed Emma, as I entered, 1 words are nothing— I believe in looks, and here comes the magnet for Mr. Denmore’s eyes. I’ll tell you what it is, Becky,’ she continued, ‘ I don’t like it at all—for when he bade me good night he looked at you. It is not fair.’ ‘ What a pity it is,’ I said rather bitter ly, ‘ that you don’t all look like Miss Eleanor Pyott!’ At this outbreak Hilly tenderly em braced me, and they all deolared their un bounded affection ; but I felt provoked at the world in general, and went moodily to bed. Mr. Denmore kindly insisted that my uncle should occupy the mansion during the full time for whioh he had engaged it; we were therefore just as comfortable as before, with the addition of a very agreea ble visitor. He had a habit of staring at me that was by no means pleasant; but as his con versation was most frequently addressed to my little cousin Hilly, I could not oonstrue this into anything flattering. He often asked questions, too, thatstruok me after wards as being very peculiar. One night, after gazing at me for a time, he inquired if I ever walked in my. sleep; and on my replying'with an astonished negative,- be looked disappointed. I began to think Mr. Denmore a little out of his mind, and avoided him as mnch as possible. But one evening, just at sunset, as I stood beneath the boarded window, whither I had a habit of staying of late, Mr. Denmore suddenly appeared beside me. ‘ Have you ever visited the haunted room V he asked, abruptly, fixing upon me what I imagined to be a most penetrating gaze. ‘ No,’ I replied, without thinking; ‘ that is—yes,’ I stammered—* let me go, Mr. Denmore!’ for he stood direotly in my path. “‘ Where did yon find the will V ‘ he con tinued, without heeding my request. ‘ In the pooket,’ I replied mechanically. 1 felt that I was behaving like 1 a fool, and I made a strange effort to recover my dig nity ;but it failed, and Hiurst into tears. L' Mr. Denmore took mv,band with re spectful tenderness and led me to a rustic seat that stood hettri ’ » ' •* ; ‘ f owe you more, Miss Entwiekj’ said She, ‘ than I oan ever repay. I only desire to have this mystery How could you contrive to make your self so exact a personification of my aunt—all save the wrinkles'! You did not mean to he cruel inthuaexoitingme?’ ‘ Why,.-how could I know you were there?’ I replied, with some spirit ; for.l was quite provoked at this absurdity. ’ * True,’ 1 he replied;' with a smile at his own' unreasonableness; . ‘ but I am'most anxious to hear the story.’ ‘ I told him the whole foolish affair, from beginning to end; but interrupting me as I dwelt upon my own folly, he declared that he fully believed me to be Heaven sent, and. that but for ‘my folly,* as I was pleased to call it, the will would most probably never have been discovered. There was an embarrassing pause, and I rose to go to the house ; but Mr. Denmore detained me. ; ‘ You have already done me an in estimable favor he began « but I have still another to ask.’ I now thought myself conceited, and tried to remember my nose, bnt I oould not help imagining what he meant from his manner. ‘ Rebeoca,’ he whispered, ‘ will you promise to brighten with your presence the old mansion you have been the means of restoring?’ ‘ I thought,’ I replied, in conclusion that Hilly ’ - ‘ Miss Hildegarde is a very pretty ohild,’ said he, < and I have had most delightful conversations with her, of which you were the subject.’ ‘ 1?’ 1 exclaimed in unfeigned astonish ment. * Yes, you,’ he replied, pressing the hand of which he had somehow oontrived to pos sess himself. ‘ I loved you,’ he continued, ‘ the first time 1 saw you, for your resem blanoe to one who has been to me more than a mother, and through your little oousin I have become better acquainted with you than you imagine. All that she told me confirmed my first impression’; the first discovery of your ‘ masquerading folly,’ to use your own words, has filled me with the deepest gratitude. But. you have not answered my question ? What followed is of no consequence to anybody but myself; suffice it to say that in proper time my unale and cousin were duly informed ; but they perversely re fused to be astonished. They all declared that they had a presentiment of this from the beginning ; and Uncle Althorpe mis chievously asked if he had not prophesied that I would ‘ do.’ When Mr. Denmore followed me home to be inspected by those more near and dear to me, he passed the ordeal with credit; and.no very long time elapsed ere 1 was installed mistress of the old mansion. Strange to relate, none of my five beau tiful cousins have ever married, while I have gained a prize whioji I believe any one of them would willingly have appro priated. Jdo not regret my masquerade, and I have become reconciled to my nose ; for I believe that had it been different I never would have found my husband. The Art of Not-Hearing. The art of Not-Hearing should be taught in every well-regulated family. It is’fully as important to domestic happiness as a cultivated ear, for whioh so much money and time are expended. There are so many things whioh it is painful to hear, many which we ought not to hear, very many which if heard will disturb the tem per, corrupt simplicity and nftdesty, de tract from contentment and happiness, that every one should be educated to take in or shut out sounds, according to their pleasure. If a man falls into a violent passion, and oalls me all manner of names, the first word shuts my ears, and I hear no more. If, in my quiet voyage of life, I find my self caught in one of those winds of scolding, I shut my eai?s as a sailor furls his sails, and, making all tight, scud before the gale. If a hot and rest less, man begins to inflame my feelings, I consider what misohief these sparks might do in the magazine below, where my tem per is kept, and instantly dose the door. Does a gadding, mischief-making fellow begin to inform me what people are saying about me, down drops the portcullis of my ear, and he cannot get on any farther.— Does the collector of neighborhood scandal task my ear as a warehouse, it instinctively shuts up. Some people feel very anxious to hear everything that will vex and annoy them. If it is hinted that any one 1 has spoken ill of them, they set about search ing the matter and finding out. If ail the petty things said of one by heedless or ill natured idlers were to be brought home to him, he would become a mere walking pin oushion, stuok full of sharp remarks. I should as soon thank a man for emptying on my bed a bushel of nettles, or setting loose a swarm of musquitoes in my cham ber, or raising a pungent dust in my house generally, as to bring in upon me all the tattle of oareleßs or spiteful people. If you .would be happy among good-:men, open your ears; when among bad, shut them. And as the throat has a muscular arrangement by which it takes care of the air-passages of its own aooord, so the ears should be trained to an automatic dullness of hearing! It is not worth while to hear what your servants say when they are angry; what your children say after they have slammed the door.; what a beggar says whom you have rejected from your door; what your neighbors say about your children ; what your rivals say about your business, or your dress. This art of Not-Hearing, thongh not taught in the sobools, is by no means un known, or unpraotised in society. I have notieed that a well-bred woman never bears an impertinent or a vulgar remark. A kind of discreet deafness saves one from many insults, from much.-blame, from not a little apparent connivanoe in dishonor able conversation. * There are two doors inside my ears, a right-hand door leading to the heart, and a left-hand door, with a broad and steep passage, leading, out into the open air.— This last door receives all Ugliness, pro fanity, vulgarity, misohief-makihg,' whioh saddenly find themselvesJoutsidS pf me. Judicious teachers aiA Inffalgont pa rents saveyoung urobins ble by a’convenient deafhessi ) Bankers and brokers are ogten extremely?' hard of hearing, when unsafe borrowers are impor- I tunate. L never hear a man who runs af- ter me in; the street, bawling .my nama it the tojiofiiia voice j nor those wta> talk evil of thoae who are absent; nor those who give me moashed advice about my own affairs; northose Whotalk largely abont things of which they are ignorant. If there are founds of-.kindness, of mirth, of love, open fly my ears ! 'Bat temper, or, harshness, Or hatred, or vul garity, or flattery shuts them. If you keep your garden gate shut, your flowers, and fruit will be safe. If you keepyopr dobra closed, no thief trill run'off -OTt|i;yohr ; .iiU ver; and if you keep your.ears shutj your heart . will'lose neither its flowbrs nor its treasures. ■ 'i '■ tIT The following is ingenious, as a specimen of two meanings in the same words, after the manner of the old Revolutionary quibble ,in whioh King Georga was at ones denounced and applauded ; Tha one sense is found in reading'ih two oolnms, the other urreadisg across as if thenrwaa'but.oho: I always did intend To take to me a wife, Single my life to spend, Would grieve my very life, It much dellghtoth me To think upon a bride, To live from woman free, I can’t be satisfied.- It’s sure a happy life' ’Tis woman is the thing' To live without a wife, . Such trouble on ns bring A female to my mind The joy. I oan’t express I ne’er expect to find, - So great in ainglanexi ■- A baahelor to live I never oonld agreo My mind I ffeoly give A married man to bo. THE LASOASTBR ISTBLLtOESCBB JOB PRINTING BSTkBLISBMjENT, No. 8 NORTH DUKE STREET, LANCASTER; PA The lobbing Department Is thoroughly furnished with new and elegant type of every description, and is under the charge of a practical and experienced Job Printers- The Proprietors are prepared to PRINT CHECKS, NOTES, LEGAL BLANKS, CARDS AND OIROULABB. 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 reason*! ble terms*and in a manner not excelled by any establish ment in the oity. 43** Orders from a distance, by mail or otherwise, promptly attended to'. Address GEO. SANDERSON A SON, Intelligencer Office. ; No. 8 North Duke street, Lancaster, Pa. Howard association. PHILADELPHIA. For the Relief of the Sick and Distressed, afflicted with Virulent and Chronlo'Dlaeases, and especially for the Care of Diseases of the Sexual Organa. MEDICAL ADVIOB given gratis, by the Aotlng Burgeon. VALUABLE REPOUTB on Spermatorrhoea or’ Seminal Weakness, and other Diseases or the Sexual Organs, and on the NEW REMEDIES employed in the Dispensary, sent to the afflicted in sealed letter envelopes, free of charge. Two or three Stamps for postage will be acceptable. Address, DR. J. BKILLIN HOUGHTON, Acting Burgeon, Howard Association, No. 2 Sooth Ninth Bt., Philadelphia jane 10 . ly 22 New spring style b. The undersigned calls special attention to a hew and well selected stock of MILLINERY GOODS , of the latest styles, consisting of colored and white Straw Goods of all kinds and prices, bonnet frames to fit every body, French and American Flowers in great variety, rib ■bons, quillings, laces, edgings, jolnbland, gimp and hair lace, and a great variety of Bonnet.Trlmmings, silk, satin, crape and different kinds of bonnet materials, TRIMMED, BTKAW& FANCY BONNETS, JT\ JapOi) a large assortment to suit every taste, cape- Qjja f(w nett, crown-lining, wire, and a great many aruclesjinoecessary to mention, all of which I will sell cheaper than the cheapest, either wholesale or retail. Also, a fine assortment of JEWELRY and DRY GOODS, on hand, and various Notions, all of which will be sold very cheap. Call aod examine my stock before purchasing elsewhere. Thankful tor past favors, the subscriber hopes to have the patronage of his old customers, and many new-ones. I*. BAUM, No. 31 North Queen St. apr 1 3m 12] Dr e sslbr’s HAIR JR n RZRT STORE, No. 206 North Bth Strzk abot* Racj. PHILADELPHIA. On hand and for sale, a choice assortment ot superior patterns, and will plait to order BRACELETS, . EAR RINGS, FINGER RINGS, BREAST PINS, CROSSES, NECKLAOEB, GUARD AND TEST CHAINS. 49- Orders enclosing the hair to be plaited may be sent by mall. Give a drawing as near as you can on paper, and enclose such amount as you may choose to pay. Costs as follows: Ear Rings $2 to s6—Breast Pins $8 to $7 —Finger Rings 75 cents to sB.so—Vest Chains $6 to s 7— Necklaces $2 to $lO. . •89- Hair put Into Medalions, Box Breast Pins, Bings, do. OLD GOLD AND SILVER BOUGHT AT FAIR BATES. aprl6 " lyU Biotina, roofing. MANUFACTURED BY THE UNITED BTATES BIOTINA BOOPING COMPANY. No. 9 Gore Black, corner Green and Pitts Sts. BOSTON, MASS. This Portable Hoofing 1b the only article ever offered to tho pnblic, which is ready prepared to go on the roof without any finishing operation. It is light, handsome, and easily applied, and cau be safely and cheaply transported to any part of the world. It will not taint or discolor water run* ning over, or lying on it, and is la all respects a very de. slrable article. Its nonconducting properties adapt it especially to covering manufactories of various kinds, and it is confidently offered to the pnblic after a test of four years in all varieties of climate and temperature, for covering all kinds of roofs, flat or pitched, together with cars, steam boats, Ac. It is both cheap and durable. Agents wanted, to whom liberal inducements are offered. Bend for sample, circular, Ac., with particulars, to “ U. 8. BOOPING CO,, No. 9 Gore Block, Boston.” *a pr 29 g m ja DB • J . T . B A K E B , HOMGSOPATHIO PHYSICIAN, Of. lianoabs be City, may be consulted professionally, at his Office, at Henry Bear’s' Hotel, in the Borongh of Strasburg, on Thursday of each week, from 10 o’clock in the morning to three, in the afternoon. An opportunity is thus afforded to residents of Strasburg. and vicinity to avail themselves of Homoeopathic treatment, and females suffering from chronlo diseases may advice' of one who has made this .class of Himniaaf & speciality. -J. T. BAKER, M.D., ' Homoeopathic Physician, oct 22 tf 41J East King street, above Lime, Lancaster A BOOK TIHESI GET-ITIi BEAD ITJJI ' JULIETTE MOOSE; OR PASSION AND REALITY. A TALE or THE SOUTH. BY WILLIE WARE, Well known as a contributor to the following first-class publications: Peterson’s National -Magazine, Godey’s Lady’s Book, New York Weekly, New York Saturday Courier. New York Dispatch, New. York Sunday Times, Flag of Our Union, True Flag, American Unions Literary Companion, Life Illustrated, Ac., Ac. He is also well known as the original of Doestlcks, Bweet William; in the Diversions of that celebrated writer. And the author of .Driftwopd, The Little Brown House, Estelle Graham, (a prize story,) The Choice, etc. usual discount to trade. Please send your orders immediately to WILLIE WARE, Monroe, Mich. AS“ PRICE OP BOOK—IS Cents.. [fob 11 tf 5 Horse and cattle powder TATTBRBAL’S HOBBE POWDER, 3 HEAVE POWDER, . BOSIN,. FENNUGBEEK _ SULPHUR, GEUBIAN, COPPER ASTAc., For sale at THOMAS ELLMAKER’B Drug A Chemical Store, West King street, I*nO*r. feb 9 ' - .‘tfA BV I I. D I M O SLA T K THE BEST QUALITIES IN THE MARKET. The undersigned, having made arrangements with Mr. B. JONES, for all his best quality of PEACH BOTTOM BL ATE, for this market; and a similar arrangement with the proprietors of six of the principal and. best quarries in York county, he has jnst received a large lot of these superior qualititlee of Building Slate, Which will be put on by the sqnare, or sold by the ton, on the most reason able terms. Also, constantly on hand, an EXTRA IJGHT PEACH BOTTOM SLATE, intended for Slating.on Shingle Roofs. As these qualities-of Slate are THE BEST IN-THE MARKET, Builders and others will find it to their Interest to call and examine samples, at my office in.WM. D. SPRECHER’S, New Agricultural and Seed Ware-rooms. GEO. D. BPBEOHER; . - No. 28 East King St., 2 doors West of the Court Houpe. 49* This Is to certify that I do not sell’vny bast goaty ty of Peach Bottom Guaged Slate to any other person in Lancaster, than Geo.DvSprecher, as above stated. B. JONES, Manufacturer ofPcaehßoitom Roofing Slate, feb 25 lyf Manual ARP book, for the use of all Volunteers and Militia, revised, cor* rected, and adapted to tha.discipline of tbqsoldier of the present day, by an officer in the United State* Army. < At J. H. WESTHAEVFER’S, may 14 tf 18] No. 44, Corner N.QueenA Orange sts. g. Z. 6OTTWALBI PRODUCE COMMISSION MXMCSANT, No 812 Sfexho Garden ; Street, PHILADELPHIA. Tee boo uggbr." This, wonderful.article, Just patented, is something entirely new, and never before offered - to agents, -who wanted everywhere. Tull particulars sent J ' :v*' r Address -r apr'2 ly 12] s « Eurniturr -of ewrt Dsapto- ; tion, warranted as good as the benj and cheaper than the cheapest—at KSTGHAM’S, Norsk Quaß;Kß&f, op posite Shank’s National Htmse^Lancastor^lv^^..^^ of November next. 10 Demerit. Otoh* HU ' NO . 28.
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