•VYPJ •'.' .Pt fj' Hi hid.O Li? .a;.;- ''i&iii •! 1 ?7 1 >. ''{it-.' ;[>'.! i’ii;. .* -.t: "ud?s';j FOL. LXIIL THE LANCASTER INTELLIGENCER. UißHiDimrwßDAf; a*no.B*oxth dczx soui, by GKO, SAISDBESOS. .^EBSaapnox.—Two Dollara per annum, payable in ad- Uo.enbacHption dueootiiided Until all arrear agtd are paid, nolees, at the option of the Editor. hot ' Exceeding one : square, (12 lines,) will be ineerted three times for one *- dollar, and twenty-five cents for each additional inser - tlottt Those of greeter length in proportion. Jon Peoteio—Such as Hand Bills, Posters, Pamphlets, Blanks, Labels, Ae., 4c., executed with accoracy and on the (shortest notice.. - ' JOAN OP ARC’S FAREWELL TO HER HOME. TRANSLATED PROM THE GERMAN OP SCHILLER, BY THE BEY. CHARLES T. BROOKS. Farewell, ye moontalns, ye belovecLpaatures Ana peaceful, friendly valleys, fare ye well, b? D v*? lole aIOD S J Paths may wander; She bids you a fond, a last farewell; Meadows that X have watered, trees I.planted, .Longmay your smiling green my kindness tell; JfareweU, ye cooling grottos, murmuring fountains, thou, soft Echo, voice of the lone dell, inat oft xnad’st answer to my jocund strain; Joan may never visit you again. Ye scenes where all my quiet joys were found, X leave you here behind for evermore; Ye lambkins sporting on the flowery ground, boon, a lost flook, ye’ll roam the mountains o’er I go to lead another flock, ’mid sound Of drum and trumpet, on a field of gore. A spirit’s voice has summoned me—X yield No earth-born passion spurs me to the field. fi®who of,old from Horeb’s height came down, «ir ,n^ f ? m , the barniD 8 hash to Moses spake: Who bade him stand and brave stern Pharaoh’s frown; Who bade the shepherd-son of Jesse take " warrior’s -spear and wear a kingly crown : Who still loves shepherds for his meroy’s sake.— To me hath spoken from yon whispering tree,— “Go forth; thou shalt on earth my witness be! a Go, and henceforth the brazen armor prove; Bind the steel breast-plate to your tender breast; Let not man’s love have power thy heart to move, Nor wild unholy fires thy soul molest; No bridal wreath shall bloom thy brow above, No smiling ipfant on thy bosom rest, * Yet shall the hero's lasting fame be thine; Above earth’s noblest daughters thou shalt shine. “ When in the shock of fight the mightiest reel, When the last hour of Franoe is. drawing nigh Then shalt thou wave thy oriflame on high ; ’ Like corn before the reaping maiden’s steel, Low in the dust shalt see the tyrant lie, Roll back his proud, triumphant chariot-wheel, To the brave sons of France salvation bring, Deliver Khelms, and crown thy rightful king.” The Lord of Hosts has promised me a sign, And now he sends this home—’tis from Bim! Its iron touch nerves me with power divine; I feel the glory of the cherubim; I must away to join the bristling line— A tempest whirls me ohward; earth grows dim; The din of battle summons me away, ’ The war-steed prances and the trumpets bray. Much Sickness from '‘Exposure to a Draft.” Of the “Danger of Exposure to a Draft,” we often read That it generates disorders which are very bad in deed ! But the danger from “Exposure to a Draft” was ne’er so great As, I judge from indications, it has grown to be of late. Of all our “loyal citizens,” I think X cannot tell Of more than half-a-dozen who are “feeling very A well,” •And so various are the phases of the illness from one canse That 1 wonder if Dame Nature is steadfast to her laws. One is halt, and one is blind, and one is deaf as any post; ■ A fourth gone in consumption, and can hardly walk at most; A fifth is dying daily from a weakness of the spine, And a sixth is fading slowly in a general deoline. There.is Jenkins, stalwart-looking, standing six feet in his shoes; V; And Ins oheeks so plump look ruddy as the sunset’s golden hues; But, alas! the fond delusion! ’tis a hectic flush we we see— ’Tis a pulmonary Jenkins who ere long must oease to be. There is Muggins, with an abdomen protrusive and rotund, One would think his “constitution as it is” disease had shunned; But the Dropsy, that deceitful and insidious com plaint, Haß begotten his distention—“you may ask him if ithain’t!*’ If Jeff Davis were a man of any gumption, he would know That he wastes his ammunition when he shoots a dying foe; Just let him halt in Dixie till a few more months are sped, And I’m sure our “loyal citizens” will nearly all be dead! f Logan (Ohio) Gazette, A SOLDIER’S FIRST BATTLE. So then the problem is solved, and I am after all a hero ! I am glad to know it, for it gives me confidence in myself that I did not before possess. I had long doubted whether that identity known to its fellows as Edgar Brandon, was a brave man or a ooward, and now the doubt is removed, the matter is olear, the fact is established, numbers have witnessed it, and the general has made it publio. Well, now that lam a hero, have been congratulated by my comrades and strangers, been acknowl edged as suoh by my government, and am lying here in the hospital with a broken arm, two broken ribs, a bruised head, a serious stab, and sundry minor ailments, with plenty of time to think and reflect, let me recall the details and see what olaim 1 have to the honorable distinction. A private in a battalion of cavalry, flanking the. right of a« oolumn of infantry, and quietly watching the dense bodies of the enemy, as they steadily moved up into position for opening the terrible oonflict, their bright arms glittering and flashing in the unclouded rays of a clear, morning sun, 1 had not the responsibility of com mand to distraot my thoughts from the con sideration of personal danger, and I re member oaloulating the chances of my be ing one of the first victims when the black mouthed batteries of the foe Bhould belch forth their messengers of death. Though I sat firm and still, I felt very ill at ease, and looking round upon my comrades, I saw many a pale face and quivering lip, which convinced me their thoughts and feelings were similar to mine. Why oould we not advance ? Why must we remain there, like so many statues, and let iron hail strike us with all our cold, shuddering reflections npon us. Oh, for aotion, action of some kind, to ward off the thoughts that were seoretly making us tremble, like cowards ? Should we break and fun at the first sight of blood? There was no telling, for we were as yet untried soldiers, and soaroely a man among us had the right to say he would stand fire. How was it with veterans? Did they ever feel as we felt while waiting for a battle to be gin? The suspense was awful, and every minute made it worse. Why did not one fi ide or the other fire, and break the par alyzing dread ? But no—marohing, marching—moving here, there and yonder ■ all except onr column, whioh had got into position too soon, and must now wait idly for the dread messengers of destruc tion, like so many sheep in the butcher’s pen. Gradually the whole field began to settle down into a death-like quiet, and at last the two armies stood passively before eaoh other, faoe to face, watching eaoh other in that ominous silence which prooeeds the bursting of the tempest. And then I would tave given half of my life, what ever thatmight be, to have been home.— So muoh for that courage whioh inen now V.tt Sr. applaud, and which is said to have won me ; snoh honorable distinction. | From my, position on elevated ground, I j could see the headquarters of the opposite army, with mounted officers pranoing and i curvetting around a centre, which 1 knew to be the commander-in-chief, the single human being who was to direot that host amid the roar and rush and oarnage so soon to be. Ah! cool should be the brain and great the skill of him who Is the thinking principle of snch a mighty mass!. whose will may be the fate of hundreds, perhaps thousands, perhaps of a nation itself! There was now a deep and awful silence of perhaps a minute, as if each oommander dreaded to be the first to open the work of death, and there was a single flash, a single roll of smoke, a single heavy boom, and the signal of deadly strife had been given from the cannon’s mouth. Then came the united roar of more than twenty batteries, all along the lines, to whioh our batteries gave the answering roar, and in an instant the missiles of death had passed from foe to foe, and the battle had begun. Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, with the ground fairly trembling under the roar of cannon, and still there was nothing for me to do but sit my horse, look down upon a oloud of smoke, listen to the sounds of strife, and calculate the chances of being suddenly hurled into eternity with every breath I drew. At first the balls went wide of the position I occupied, and men fell at a distance ; but gradually the strife grew nearer more near, till at length the balls began to sing around us, and the heavy smoke rolled up to envelop us in its sulphurous folds. Now the roar of can non, the rattle of musketry, the shouts, shrieks and groans of the combatants, made a horrid din in the ears of one who, - with nothing to do wished himself a thousand miles from that perilous plaoe. Why were we kept idle, to be shot at like so many dumb targets ? Occasionally, as the smoke lifted, I could see cavalry oharging, and infantry advancing and firing, and I envied those who, while doomed to faoe the dan ger, had some aotion for the body as well as the mind. If we must remain in that horrible locality, (and I must confess 1 thought seriously of the chances of running away,) in the name of Heaven, let us have action of some kind ! ‘ Well, Palmer, what do you think of this V I said, while turning to the man on my left. His lips opened for a reply, but none ever came. A oannon ball passed through his breast, and he fell over against me, his life-blood staining my garments. I uttered an involuntary cry of horror, and clung to my saddle, with everything swimming around me. While thus I sat, Biok, faint and dizzy, I have a dim reoolleotion of seeing an officer dash up to the commander of our troop, and a dim consciousness that he said something in a loud, hurried tone. Then I remember hearing the words : ’ ver y promptly responded the juvenile. r ‘ Tom does not sound well. Remember always speak the fall name. You should have -said Thom-os.’ Then, turning to the other boy, whoes expeotant face suddenly lighted up with the satisfaction of a newly comprehended idea; the teaoher inquired: ‘Now, then, my son, oan you tell me what your name is ?’ . Jaok-ass,’ replied the lad in a tone of confident deoision. ''SWT'Sr. AN ANGEL. 1 A little pauper boy'sat down on the curbstone and tried to think. His feet were bare, red, - And cold ; but never mind that. The chill air penetrated bis ragged garments; but never mind that; He' wanted to think. Who are those people passing him, looking bo warm and com. fortable ? - What did it mean that they should be happy and cheerful, -and be so sad ? Nond of them had snch heavy hearts ; that he was sure of. He looked up into the cold blue sky. , What was it, and who lived up there ? Somebody said onoe that God would take care of him. Where was God. Why didn’t He take care of him ? Oif he oonld only see God for one little minute, or the angel that the good man told him of when, his mother died! Did folks ever see God ? Did they ever see angels ? . _ An organ-grinder came near and took his stand. The melody he played light ened the little boy’s heart somewhat; but it didn’t warm him, it didn’t make him less hungry. He kept shivering in spite of musio ; and he felt s , all alone, so de spairing. Then the organ-grinder passed away; he never heeded the little Child sit ting on the ourbatone; he had so many things to think of. The oarriageß passed by, and the carts, and a oompany of sol diers ; but it was all dumb show of him— he was trying to think, with suoh a dull pain at his heart. Presently three or four ooarse-looking boys gathered behind him, and winked and laughed.at each other. In another moment the youngest gave a thrust, and over went the poor little home less ohild into the gutter. One soream, one sob of anguish, as he gathered himself up and looked after the boys, now Ilyin (r away with shouts of mirth. O how cruel it seemed in them—how oruel! The little hungry boy walked slowly on sobbing and shivering to himself. He didn’t know jyhat he was walking for, or why he was living. He felt out of.plaoe—a poor little forlorn spirit that had lost its way—a bruised reed that any one might break—a little heart so tender that a look was anguish, how muoh more a blow ! The little boy stood at last near the oorner of a street. An apple stand, at whioh he gazed with longing eyes, not far off, was tended by a oross-looking old man. There were cakes on the stand, and the poor little mouth of the homeless child watered as he saw one boy after another deposit his penny, and take his cake. He had no penny, and though there was hunger in his eyes, the oross-looking old man never offered him a morsel. The tempter oame. The old man’s baok was turned. A vile boy at his side—at the side of the homeless ohild—nudged his elbow. 1 You take one,’ he whispered ; ‘ I’ll give you half.’ The little ohild gazed at him steadily. He saw something in the bleared eyes that made him shrink—something set his heart to beating. ‘ I tell you, hook one,” whispered the boy; ‘ I wont tell, and we’ll go away and eat it.’ ‘ I don’t want to steal,’ said the home less child. ‘O you fool!’ muttered the brutal , tempter, and. smote him in the eyes, his heavy hand dealing a blow that sent the poor little child against the wall, his whole frame quivering with angnish. The ter rible blow had almost blinded him for a moment. A great sob oame np in his throat. ‘ O what have I done to be treated so ?’ There never, never was a God, or He would not let him suffer so, and that beoause he refused to be wicked. I don’t believe that ever a man in his deadliest bereavments suffered more than that sad little child. His heart was literally swell ing grief, and though he oould not reason about it, he felt as if there were great and sore injustice somewhere. He started to cross the street. A dark blinding pain made his poor temples ring. ‘ Back ! baok ! Good heavens ! the ohild is under his feet. Baok ! baok ! ‘ 0 mamma, it is our horses ran over a poor little boy ! 0 mamma, mamma !’ ‘ls he hurt muoh, coachman !’ The woman’s faoe is pale as ashes. < Yes, he is hurt badly. Take him right in, don’t wait; oarry him right in and up stairs. It was your oarelessness. The ohild shall be attended to. There is no anguish now. Porhaps God saw he had borne all he could, and so took the poor little broken heart there to heal. How very white and quiet! ‘0 a sweet faoe, a sweet face!’ murmured the woman, bending over the boy ; and tears fell npon his forehead, but he did not feel them. ‘O the poor little boy!’ sobs Nelly; 1 the poor little boy ! I wish he had kept on the sidewalk; I wish he had stayed home with his mother.’ Alas, in this world there was no mother to keep him. The doctor oame, said he was not dead, but would very likely die. There was a hospital near. The poor thmg had better be sent there. But the good woman would not allow that. She wonld oare for him herself, she said. Ho had been injured by one of her horses, atid she felt it was her duty to attend to him. Besides, it was likely that the child had no mother. Suoh a boy as he, with his faoe so sweet and girlish, so pure and lovable would never be sent on the streets like that if he had a mother. Besides (and here tears fell) there was a little mound not yet green over jnst suoh a child. No, no, it was not in her heart to put the poor wonnded boy away. Let him stay whether he lived or died. The weary, weary days passed on. One morning the little boy: opened his dim bine eyes, but he did not know himself. His glance fell wearily on his hands. There were white bands aronnd his wrists, with ruffles on them. The bed was snowy white, too, and a crimson light fell over everything. ‘ Dear God ! I am in Heaven,’ mur mured the ohild. ‘Yes, God will take care of me now.’ What visions of loveliness glanced forth from the shadow behind the bed. The rich curls fell around a face of exquisite beauty. The beaming eyes looked love and gladness npon him. ‘Oyes! there is an aDgel!’ he said softly. ‘I am glad. They won’t knook me over again, they won’t want me to Bteal apples here, and perhaps I shall never die again. Now, I want to see my mother. ‘ My dear boy, are yon better this morn ing ?’ asked a low softvoice. He turned slowly and wearily. ‘ Is it mother!’ homurmured. - * O yes !’ and there were qoiok sobs and tears ; ‘ yes my little child, I will be your mother, and yon shall be my son. Will love me dearly ?’ '■ ‘ Yes, Ido love yon mother, is it Hea ven? ‘ Heaven! no, darling, it is earth; but God sent you here to our hearts, and you shall be loved and cared, for.' See, here is a little sister, and yon will be very happy with her. Kiss him, Nelly.’ Her rosy lips touched his pale ones, and a heavenly smile lighted np in his face. The past, was hot forgotten, but it was gone. No more mouldy orusts, oaths, harsh words and blows. No more begging At basement doors, and looking half fam ished to envy a dog gnawing a bone in the streets. No more fear of rude ohildren who never knew where their own hearts lay, no more sleeping on doorsteps, and listening in terror to the drunken quarrels of the vioious and depraved. Yes, the past was gone, and in the rosy future were love, home, even God and the angels. Certainly, sweet spirits had guard ed that ohild, and guided him out of scouring evil into positive good. Surely, henceforth he would put his hand trustful ly in theirs, and turn his faoe Heavenward. Yes, it was so to be. The dear, teachable' ohild—a jewel picked from the mire, a brand snatched from the burning—was yet to illumine the dark paths of this world with his holy, Heaven-like teaching. Like a dove he was to go forth over the waters, and find the olive ’ branoh with whioh to garland his glad tidings. Blessing, then, on all who hold their arms out towaids needy little ohildren making their homes arks of refuge. Beautiful stars shall they have in their crowns of rejoicing, for surely there is.no jewel brighter in all the world, and perhaps in all eternity, than the soul' of a little ohild. A THRILLING ADVENTURE, THE PIONEER’S LAST SHOT. We question whether in all the history of ‘ hair-breadth escapes ’ a parallel to the following can easily be found. The story was told us by an old and valued friend now residing in the country near this oity, and whose early days were spent near the scene of the tragio adventure here record ed. We give the story as related to us, in the words of our hero : ‘ It was about 'the year 1765 that I settled in Virginia, near the falls of the Canasho. The country at that time was an unbroken wilderness. But few settle ments had been made then by the whites, and they were so far apart as to render vain all hope of assistance in oase of an attack from, hostile Indians—numbers of whom still infested the neighborhood. ‘ I lived here alone with my wife for several months unmolested, and by dint of untiring perseverance, being then young and hardy, had succeeded in making quite a large olearing in the forest whioh 1 had planted with corn, and which promised an abundant yield. ‘ One morning after we had dispatohed our humble meal, and I had just prepared to venture forth upon my regular rou tine of labor, my attention was arrested by the tinkling of a cow bell in the corn field. (t ‘There,’ said my wife, ‘ the cow is in the corn field.’ ‘ .But the ear of the baokwoodsman be comes by education very acute, especially so from the fact that his safety often de pends on the nice cultivation of that sense. I was not easily deceived, 1 listened—the sound was repeated. “ ‘That,’ said I, in reply to the remark of my wife, < was not the tinkle of a bell upon the peek of a cow. It is a deooy from some Indian who desires to draw me into ambush.’ ‘ Believing this to be the oase, I took down my musket, (I had no rifle) and see ing that it was properly loaded, I stole cautiously around the field toward the point from whioh the sound seemed to proceed. As I had suspected, there, in a oluster of bushes orouohed an Indian waiting lor me to appear in answer to his decoy bell, that he might send the fatal bullet to my heart. I approached without discovering myself to him, until within shooting distanoe, then raised my pieoe and fired. ■ The bullet sped true to its mark, and the Indian fell dead. ‘Not knowing but that he might be accompanied by others, I returned with all speed to my cabin, and having firmly bar ricaded the door, 1 watched all day from the port hole, in anticipation of an attaok from the companions of the Indian I had killed. To add to the danger and seeming hopelessness of my situation, I discovered that l had but one charge of powder left, I'could make but-one shot, and then, if attacked by numbers, I should be entirely in their power. Determined to do the best with what I had, I poured in my last charge of powder, and put into my musket fifteen slugs, and then waited for the ap proach of night, feeling confident of an attaok. ‘ Night oame on at length. A beautiful moonlight was too, and this favor ed me greatly, as I would be able to ob serve the movement of the enemy as they approached my cabin. It was two hours after nightfall, and as yet I had neither seen or heard a sign of the Indians, when suddenly I was startled by the barking of my dog at the stable. 1 knew that the Indians were ooming. The stable stood a little to the west of the cabin, and between the two was a patch of clear ground, upon which the light of the full moon fell unob structed. judging from the noise at the stable, that they would advance from that direction, I posted myself at the port hole on that side, of the cabin. ‘ I had previously placed my wife upon the cross-pole in the chimney, so that in oase o'nr enemies effected an entrance to the cabin she might climb out through the low chimney and effect her escape. For myself I determined not to be taken alive, and resolved to sell my life dearly. ‘ With breathless anxiety I watohed at the port hole. At length I saw them emerge from the shadow of the stable and advance across the vacant ground toward the oabin. One— two—three—great hea vens ! six stalwart Indians, armed to the teeth, and.urged on by the hope of revenge. And I alone to oppose them- with but one charge of powder.* My case was desper ate indeed. With quick but stealthy step in dose single file they approached, and were already within a few yards of the house, when a slight Change Or divergence in the;.movement of the forward Indian, Changed the position of the entire six • so that a portion of the left sido of each was uncovered. They were all in range—one aim would cover all. Quiok as thought, I aimed and fired., As the smoka oleared away, I could hardly credit what my sen ses -showed .me as the result of my shot • The fifteen slugs with whioh 1 had loaded my musket bad done their work well Five of the six Indians lay dead upon the ground and the sixth had disappeared. ‘.Although no enemy was now in sight, I did not venture forth until morning. There lay the bodies of the five Indians, undisturbed, together with the rifle of the other. Scouring the arms and ammuni tion of the fallen Indians, I followed up. the trail of the missing one, until it reached the river, beyond which point’ I oould disoover no traces whatever. From the amount of blood whioh marked the trail, together with the unmistakable evidenoe that he had picked his way with difficulty, I was led to believe that he had been mor tally wounded, and in order to prevent his body from falling into the' hands of his white foe, had groped his way to the river and thrown himself into the ourrent whioh had borne him away. ‘ The Indians had killed my cow, and that ycu may be assured was no trifling loss, yet in my gratitude for my escape from the merciless savages, I would have been entirely willing to have made much greater sacrifices. I was well provided (by means of arms an ■ ammunition taken from the slain Indians) in oase of a sec ond attack, but this fortunately proved to be my last adventure with the savages.— Not one of the band had esoaped to tell the tale, and incite his brethren to the death of their comrades. ‘ ‘ Ah ! ’ exclaimed the old man, while the tears gushed from his eyes at the mem ory of that eventful nigbt, ‘ that was a glorious shot—the best I ever made.’ The hero of this adventure lived to see the rude wilderness where he had pito.hed his lonely cabin, transformed into smiling fields, and peopled by hardy and enterpri sing pale faoes, among whom his last days were passed in ‘ peace and plenty,’ undis turbed by his old time foes. The Food that we^Eat.—lt is told by a quaint old writer, that the Caribs, those cannibals of early Westf India history, used to declare ‘ they oould distinguish an En glishman when cooked, from any other, he was so rioh and succulent.’ There can be no doubt that the diet has a good deal to do in producing plumpness and musoular strength also? The greater weight and vigor of the British have won for them many a battle-field, from Cresy and An ginoourt, down to Waterloo and Inkerman; and the British, confessedly, are the best fed people in Europe. In our own country, the men of the mountains, or £he border, are a peculiarly stalwart race ; and the reason is, not merely that they live so much in the open air, but also because their food is so nutritious. Is it not worth our while to inquire what sort of diet it is that produces these results ? Why is the Englishman stronger than the Frenchman? The solution is, that a judiciously mixed diet is more favorable to vigor and long life than one purely animal or vegetable ; and that slightly oleaginous food is better fitted to give weight to the person, and beauty to the form than one of a different character. —Philadelphia Ledger. Wipe vs. Lady.—lt is certainly not in good taste for a gentleman to speak of his wife as his ‘ lady,’ or to register their names upon the books of a hotel as ‘ John Smith and Lady,’ or to ask a friend, ‘how is your lady V This is all fashionable vul garity and invariably betrays a lack of cul tivation.. The term wife is far more beauti ful, appropriate and refined, whatever may be said to the contrary. Suppose a lady were to say, instead of ‘My Husband,’ ‘My Gentleman,’ or suppose we were to speak of ‘ Mrs. Fitz Maurioe and her gentleman.’ The thing would be absolutely ludicrous, and its obverse is none the less so, if rightfully considered. 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Ita nonconducting properties adant it especially to covering manufactories of various kindfc and It Is confidently offered to the pnMlo afteratest of four years 1 m T» Ar^ l f^ of a C !J IM^ tem P eratare » for coTering all kinds of roofs, flat or pitched, together with cars, steam boats, Ac. • . miiiS M* “d durable. Agents wanted, to whom l i bei sfj? du 2! ne ? ts are °®*r*d- Bend for sample, circular, to “ u * S* ROOFING CO„ No, 9 Gore BLOOK, BOSTON.” r apr29 3mlB Manual and drill book, fob ;ihe -DM of .U VnlnoteA,JudMilltbtJrinlnd, cor reeled, and adapted to the discipline of the soldier of the i At J. H. WEgTHAKFFER’S. nay 14 tf 18] No. 44» Corner N.Qneen I Oiirigs its. DR, J. X,. BA KE B, n HOMffiOPATHIU physician, ■ Oflimm, Out, may he oponuted profeedonallT, at bla Office, at Hanir Sear’s Hotel, Id the Borough of Straehnrg, onThnreday at each week, from 10 o’clock in the morning to thrwe ln th* afternoon.- An opportunity Is thna afforded to reddeate of gtnatan andvicinity toanU themselves of Homoeopaihio treatment, and females Bntfering -from rTirrmln fltnnieciti may enjoy the advfe© of one who haa made thin elaaa of dlMaaea a speciality. • p M gomcaopathle Phyridan. oot22tfg HORBE POWDER, HEAVE POWDER, BOHN, . • I’ENNUGBERK BULPHUB, qeubian, / v . flBUAtf T>ltTAl» | COPPERAS, Ao. lop sale at THOM AB m.T.Mimntu feb * Ohemlcal Store, West King street, lAnc’r piSK WABODES t RICH jhwbt.b v | SILT SB WA BXI SIL YJSB Wa R Kll MB, CAKE AND BUTTER KNIVES SUGAR, CREAM AND OYSTER SPOONS. SOUP AND OYSTER T.AHT.Taa, SPOONS, PORKS, *O., Ao. ■ Latest Stiles and Best - Wobxxaesbip. SILVER-PLATED WARE I SILVER-PLATED WARBI! BASKETS, CASTORS, PITCHERS, MUGS. SPOONS, PORKS, An, ** isi-lAaiAEiia- . WATCHES] W ATO.HEB.IL WATCHES til WABRAHTEh TWE-XEEPSBS. CHEAP I . CHEAP II . CHEAP 11 CLOCKS! OLO-OKSn CLOOKSII! GUT, OOLUJCS AXD FLAIRZBOHTB. JEWELRY! J E WET KYI I' JEWELRY!! LATEST steles AJTOBESS QUAUTY. ; HARRY Z RHOADS, _ . „ ", WEST Kie«:,s»iiit, Between Cooper’s Hotel and J. O. OetE’s Dry Goods Store; dec 17 tf« DESTIS TRY . - 1 THE AMBER BASE, A HEW ARP BTTFSRIOB KRBQS 0» ' MOUNTING ARTIFICIAL TEBTn CTWi I would announce to my patrons and others requiring *S e that r am about Intaffiotai the AMBER BASE into my practice. The advantages at this method of mounting teeth oTerthe metalio has* have been fully established in the fire years In wbloh it has been *° BeTeres * tests, with the most satislhetory It is fully as strong and durable aa either silver or gold •-more easily kept clean, more natural to the touch of the tongue and lips, and it Is firmer and more serviceable in the mouth, in consequence of our being able to obtain a more perfect fit to the gum* This work IS not so expansive as gold, bat a little higher *” P rl “ than silver. It will be warranted to give siUsho tion, or be exchanged for gold or eilvof work aa the patient Si SfT 10 ™, No - 28 West Oautoa Si- LimjAerie. Jnly 29 3m 29J a. WELOHENS, D. D, 8. THK ST. LOUIS, CHESTNUT STREET „ „ HOUBB, Between Third and Foubth, PaiLAuaLPuiA. The undersigned, having leased, for a term of vearß, thla popniar house, have the pleasure of announcing to their friends end the travelling community that It Is now opon for the reception of guests. The house since the first of March last, has been entirely renovated and refitted In a superior planner; the apartments are large, well ventilated and famished In modern style. It Is centrally located, convenient to aU the depot and steamboat landings, and In the lraniediate vlclnity of the Custom Hense, Post Office ana uorn Lxcbange. Connected with the Hotel is a Restaurant for the accom modation of those preferring the European plan. Prices to location 10111 reo t 0 BeTen Dollars per week, according Board $1.60 per day. Table d’Hote for merohahte and business men from 1 to 3 P. M. apr 8 ly 18J Dhessl E R, ’s At w HAIR JEIV ELRT 8T0R& No. 208 North Bth Street abovk Kacr. PHILADELPHIA. On &and and for sale, a choice assortment of superior patterns, and will plait to order ** 'BRACELETS, EAR BINGS, FINGER RINGS, BREAST PINS, OROBBEB, a , , VEST CHAINS. • T7^,, ord ( ?™ enclosing the hair to be plaited may be sent by mail. Give a drawing aa near ae you can on paper, and enclose each amount as you may choose to pay Costs as follows: Ear Bings $2 to $B-Bresat Pins $3 to N«W a cS r s “o?,0 5 “ Dtß 40 * 2 - 6{^V “ t ohai “* B *» V _aPr 16 ■ ly 14 A BOOK FOR THE TIMBSt GET ITII READ ITIIJ * JULIETTE MOOSE; PASSION AND REALITY. A TALE ON THE SOUTH. * BY WILLIE WARE, Well known as a contributor to the following first-class publications: Peterson’s National Magazine, Godey’s tadys Book, New York Weekly, New York Saturday Courier, New York Dispatch, New York Sunday Times, Flag of Oor Union, True Flag, American Union, Literary Companion, Life Illustrated, Ac., Ac. 3 3 ~ own , “ th S original of Doesticks, Sweet William; in tba Diversions of that celebrated writer. And the author of Driftwood, The Little Brown House, Estelle Graham, (a prize story,) The Choice, etc. A®"* The usual discount to trade. . Please send your orders immediately to *3~ PRICE OF BOOK-16 cLnU A “ E ’ ““ffebJLK6 BISJcSMe SS 5355&.55": the undersignod, under the firm of BEED, HBNDBBSON * CO.* will commence the Bankng Business, la Its usual branches at the offloe hitherto occupied byJohn K. Seed tS o'* 0 '* *t l ®^ aer ot E *st King and Duke streets, be tw&an the Court House and Sprecber’s Hotel, Lancaster. Pa: They will pay interest on deposits at the following rates. fH per cent for 6 months and. longer. \ * 5 “ SO days and longer. \_ \ They will buy and sell Stocks and Beal Estate'on com', mission, negotiate Loans for others, purchase and sell Bills of Exchange, Promissory Notes, Drafts, &c~ kc~ Ac. The undersigned will be individually liable to the extent eans, for all deposits and other obligations of Bsan, Hsndeesox A Co. JOHN K. BE®, AMOS 8. HENDEBSON ISAAC E. HIESTEB. mar 20 tf lpl V A L —WILLIAM 5. AMKH, DENTIST, for Are years a student and Bi. assistant of Dr. WAYLAN, formerly of this city, das removed bis office to the rooms lately occupied by Dr. McCalla, in East King street, two doors from Centre Square, where be is prepared to' meet those i^h^n> y °lni?\ w,th thelr coBfl( J«“ce, and serve them In the most skillful manner, warranting satisfaction In IZZ both as to operations wrforart and charges for the same. WsTn. AKER? -ig rl ly 12 Build i 5 g s jl a t k ~U T ? B ? EST qualities in the markets t> TrtJSa B #£ gn 5 d L? ft t l 1 1? mad ® arrangements with Mr. SLATP^Vvm^ 11 ? qnal ty of PEACH BOTTOM SLATE, for this market; and a similar arrangement with the proprietors of sis of the principal and.best quarries in York county, he has just received a large Jot of these superior quantities of Boilding Slate, wbfch will be put on by the square, or soJd by the ton, ou thejnost reason- a o*o terms. Also, constantly on hand, an EXTRA LIGHT PKAOH BOTTOM SLATE, Intended for Slating on Shingle ? f Slate are THE BEST IN THE MARKET, Builders and others wUlflud it to their interest No. 28 East King 5t.,2 doora'wSt'of to that I do not sell my best quality Gnaged Slate to any other person in Lancaster, than Geo. D. Spreeher, as above statedT ,v- o t Manufacturer of Teach Bottom Boofingfilate. J teb 25 . ly 7 Howard association. PHILADELPHIA. ' For the Belief of the Sick and Distressed, afflicted with Virulent and Chronic Diseases, and especially for the Core of Diseases of the-Sexual Organs. 3 £ c™ E &iven gratis, by the Acting Surgeon. wLinSfsS S, DI ™, ofThr^u h a?^ m i^ to the ® m P , °y 6-B® ** Is , N 0.9 39 M ABKBT STRSST. -, * boaS «* *<9“ Stabling for SareJto'ixto TTnIW : July 16 ~ NO. 32, HENRY NEIL, ISAAC L. DEVOB. NEOKLAOBB, GUARD AND AMOB BOT7BBBEB.