Pcial.nnign sviowir . . . 0.- T 11rdt 13'0. H. G. SMITH. A. J. STEligidAlf PERHB,-.Care Dollars per annum, payable. all eases In advance. tiFFlCE—Soirrawnsr CORNICE{ OP Hinnies SQUARE. eirAll letters on business should be ad dressed to H. G. SMITH & Co. Nottq. THE OILMIN OF GOLD lIA correspondent of the New York Tribune writing from Salt Lake City, gives the follow ing poem of a young Mormoness, Miss Mush E. Carmichael. It is one of the boldest flights of fancy we have seen for many a day The Fallen looked on t a world and sneered, " I can guess,',' he muttered, "why God is feared, For the eyes of mortals are fain to shun The midnight heaven that bath no sun. I will stand on the height of the hills and wait And, reaching u here the de y gpoeto u I s s ot at the crown, w stet earrn gate, A western From its pluines of glory the brightest there : With the stolen ray I will light the sod, And turn the eyes of the world from God." He stood on the height when the sun went down, lie tore one plume from the day's bright crown, The proud beam stooped till he touched Its brow, And the print of his lingers are on it now ; A u g th e blush of is anger forevermore Burns red when it passes the western door. The broken feather above him whirled, In flames or torture around him curled, And he dashed it down on the snowy height, In In uken hashes of quivering light; All, more than terrible was the shock Whore the burning splinters struck wave and rock I The green earth shuddered, and shrank and paled, The wave sprang upend themountain quailed; Look ou the hills, let the scars they bear Measure the , palu of the hour's despair. The Fa len watched, while the whirlwind fanned The pulsing splinters that plowed the sand ; Sullen he watched. while tho hissing waves Bore them away to the ocean caves; Bullet' he watched, while the shining rule Throhl oil through the hearts of the rocky hills; Loudly he laughed, is the world not mine? Proudly the links of its chain Hhall shine; Lighted with gems shall its dungeon be, But the pride of its beauty shall kneel to me." That splintered light lu the earth grew cold, And the diction of mortals !Lath culled it " Void " THE MAIDEN TO THE MOON U Moon ! did you bee, My lover and me In the valley beneath the sycamore tree? Whatever Wei, U Moon—don't tell— "rwaH nothing amiss, you know very well! O Moon !—you know, A long time ago, You left the sky and demeended below, Of a summer's night, By) our own sweet light, To meet your Eudymlon on Latmos height! And there, 0 Moon ! You gave him a boon, You wouldn't, I'm cure, have granted at noon "Mae nothing mules, Being only the blies Of giving—and taking—au innocent kiss, Some churllalt lout Who was epylng about, . Went on and blabbed—and NO it got out; But for all the gold The Hee could hold, 0 Moon !—I wouldn't have gone and:told So Moon—don't tell Of what betel My lover and me In the leafy dell ! He Is honest and true, And, remember, too, We only behaved like your lover and you? Xittrag. Lost from the Rescue. I have a sad story to tell, and though 1 do not feel that blame attaches to any one connected with it, I cannot but feel indignant. \Vhen so lovely a vessel was rescued from the devouring waters, who would not feel grateful? and when the oversight of the saviour, or the unlook• ed for rush of the waves, hurled her back into the gulf, who would not feel saddened and angered ? The most terrible of all words to a thinking being is the word mad; and of all institutions a madhouse is the most awful. The idea of that one sense, the human reason, which separates man from beast,'having departed—of human bodies endowed with every other gift save that of soul—naturally entails the most dreary, the most loathsome con sequences. 1 could never even think of a madhouse without shuddering, and the idea of entering one would almost have terrified me into fitness to be an inmate of it. Perhaps the fearful stories I had heard of atrocious cruelties prac tised by keepers had aggravated my , feelings; yet the natural human awe was uppermost. Therefore ' when I was invited by a friend to visit the madhouse at —, I shrank from the experiment, nor was it till after repeated solicitations that I could make up my mind-to ac company him. In the ex ternal appearance of the large building, even in the internal arrange ments, there was nothing to keep up my horror. The size of the place of course effectually prevented its being a private dwelling, but it has no air of a prison ; it might have been an improved school house. Everything was studiously cheerful, and the friendly expression of the faces we encountered met my anx ious look with re-assurance. The chief physician of the establishment, who had invited my friend's visit, came himself to show us over. My friend introduced me with wine expression of my original reluctance. The physician, one of those humane men you sometimes meet in a profession so much requiring tenderness,—a man too, of line presence, an intellectual head, tempered by a quick and gentle eye,—turned to me with an air of in terest : " Have you ever studied the subject of insanity, may I ask ?" " No, I have never ventured beyond its outskirts," I replied. "Itis a sub ject which fascinates me and terrifies me together. The little I have read of it has generally had such an effect on me, that I have often resolved never to approach it again; but whenever I get near it, in spite of my resolve, I am drawn into the circle. You, of course, have mastered its terrors." But before the physician could answer, one of the warders came up to , him on evidently important business, with the words: "She is going that wa ,how, sir." The physician turned tcrug, and said : " Would you mind accompany ing me to see a very curious case?" We assented readily, and he led us through the pleasantly-arranged gaiden,.with its tasteful disposition of flower-beds and rose-trees, towards a wilder and more solitary region, planted with shrubs and a few large trees. The taste of some of the more gloomy led them hither for a time, till by gradual care their minds weaned from solitude, and they entered a more human phase in enjoying the garden. But our steps led us even beyond the part chosen by the most misanthropical hermits; we seemed gradually plunging into a forest, such as that in which Spenser imagined the Cave of Despair. Yews and cy presses growing around stifled out the wholesome light, and I was beginning to marvel that a skilful physician should allow such an abode of gloom in the grounds which were wisely devoted to cheerfulness, when he explained the cause. " Here," he said, " is pitch darkness I have had some patients who revelled eagerly in this atmosphere the first few days of their stay ; but although you seem alarmed at my allowing anything so conducive to discontent, I found it worked effectually. Nothing tires a feeling so much as humoring it, and after a few days' indulgence, they were glad to get into the comparative cheer fulness of the shrubbery, and so on to the garden. Ha! there she is!" he exclaimed, as we caught sight of a fe male dress a little before us. " This is the case," hecontinued, " thatl invited you to witness. The patient is a young lady of.respectable parentage, who has been here some time without showing one glimmer of any kind. I have long been puzzling how to treat her, for not one single experirnen t moved her. Look at her and judge for yourself." We had been walking quicker than our chase, and as we passed, I stole a glance at her. Her attitude and air were those of a nun,—the uun of the Penseroso. Her eyes were on the ground, ppressionless, sightless, and the robe pf darkest grain seemed to surround her with an atmosphere of melancholy., There was no absence of purpose in her walk, as so often characterizes madness. She seemed more like a sleep-walker, ending directly to some object, though the. clouds around prevented her from clearly distinguishing it, or discerning that she was approaching it. 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You willsee how she values this," We followed her now again till we came to the wall bounding the grounds of the establishment. Here she sat down as close to the sound as possible, listening intently. Each moment her face grew more divested of its dreary void, little lines of expression came dawning one by one where before was utter blank, her eyes seemed to search fora meaning, ,and you fancied you could see the mind within rusted from long disuse, striving to work its springs and move its machinery in consonant order. It was like the movement within a tree at the first breath of spring, if you could imagine a tree in which the vital principle had almost fled, in which the sap was frozen by a long winter, putting forth all its energies to master the numbness of its limbs, and send the blood coursing, as it used to course, through its impeded veins. Looking at her still, and speaking in a gentle whisper, so as not to divert her attention from the healing influence, I asked the physician " Who is it that plays?" " I cannot tell you," he answered. " It is a long way round to the nearest gate, and he would be gone before we could get there." This was added rather apologetically, as he perceived my meaning. "Is there no other way then?" I asked rather loudly and impatiently, for the girl started at the sound of my voice and seemed to lose the music. The physician thought for a moment, and then replied there was a secret postern near, only known to himself and the higher attendants, by which he would let us out. My friend remained to watch the patient, while the physician and I issued cautiously through the low concealed doorway ; we got out into a little lane running between the walls and au orchard. In this orchard was a small arbor with a rude chair on which the flute-player was seated. We got close up without his bearing, and then the physician spoke to him: "Would you oblige me, sir, by not stopping, if you can con veniently play and listen at the same time ?" The earnestness of tone carried conviction with it; the player partly removed some of the branches so as to get a peep at us, but he showed his acquiescence by continuing to play. "It does not incdnvenience you, I trust ?" the physician contin ued. The flute-player shook his head, and played on. So far as I could ex amine his face through the screen of branches, I was pleased with it. It was quite a young face, though it had premature lines of study and thought in a very high degree. An amount of hearty and honest merriment beamed at the same time from the eyes, and though there was not mental power in the face to make us over-hopeful of his skiil as a charmer, he was evidently a good sample of a young man, and one to whom you might safely confide what you held most precious. We were both encouraged by the face, and the physi cian went on : " I am not aware whom 1 ain address ing, if you are at all engaged in medi cal pursuits?" a nod from the head. " I thought so from your phrenological de velopment. I presume you have only lately finished your studies, but any. how you will be prepared to attach some weight to what I am going to tell you. You may not know who is speaking to you : I am Dr. —, chief of the asylum here." The face put on a look of respect at this eminent name. " You have for some days been playing here for an hour daily, and you have had a great effect ou my most perplexing patient, a young lady who seems to have her mind entirely obliterated. It is evident that nothing but your playing has an effect on her, for I have tried several other flute-players in vain, and there fore I wish to ask if you will aid me in attempting a full restoration of her fac ulties.'' I expected an instant affirmative nod; but the head did not move, only the strain grew more thoughtful. The young student seemed in doubt, and the physician could not tell his ob jections from the mere expression of his eyes, or the changed measure of his playing. Fortunately, after ashort time I took out my watch, and we saw that the usual time of his playing had ex pired. On our informing him of it, he ceased, and descended into the lane. "Will you allow me," he asked, with out waiting for further exhortation, "to talk over the question with you? I must know what is expected of me, and I must have some idea of the facts of the case, before I can pledge myself to help you." " Come this way then," answered the physician, and we all three returned through the secret entrance. We found my friend awaiting us with looks of the intensest excitement. " I never saw so remarkable a case," he began. "You know, I have some idea of music, though no scientific knowledge. But if I had been deaf, I could have followed all the variations in that girl's looks. I tried the experi ment, and you shall tell me if I guessed rightly. I stopped my ears, so that I did not hear a note; and, indeed, I was so absorbed in watching her, that I could hardly have beard with my ears open. Tell me, did you not begin with a lively strain, which continued for some minutes after I was left alone? Then was there not a fall, and a tremb ling uncertainty, as if the player was seeking some other tune, and could hardly choose which was the most fitting? For her face grew brighter rapidly during the first few minutes, then she seemed to be wavering. Then the music pro ceeded somewhat by fits and starts, as if you were talking to the player while he played on ; and then came a long. solemn, thoughtful measure, perplexed and hesitating, after a sudden burst of joy. Am not I right? Ijudged it from this: her face, which had been alterna tely clouded and waving, brighten ed suddenly, like the burst of light which follows the thick of a hail storm ; then came a heavy cloud again, through which she seemed striving to make her will felt on- some unseen antagonist, and then she sprang up with a cry of "Yes, you will save me!" " What! she spoke ?" interrupted the physician. "No one knew as yet whether she was dumb or had a voice." "You may assure yourself that she has now!" my friend continued. "At the sudden spring she made I dropped my hands from my ears, and heard those words plainly; and just then the music died away with a melancholy wail. But the words are still sounding in my ears, `Yes, you will save me!" " And I will, please God !" replied the student. " Dr. —, you will allow me a few words in private?" I was frequently admitted to watch the progress of the cure, though I can not undertake to describe it, and a col lection of all the minute details would rather weary the reader, unless he were thoroughly scientific. I cannot pretend to this title myself, and perfectly as I seemed to understand all the links in the chain when the physician explain ed them to me, I fear I could not at ten*, to make them generally intelli gible. I will only superficially sketch the process. The student played every day at a different place, enticing the young lady gradually from the gloomy part of the shrubbery to the garden, and at last into a cheerful wing of the house, which had been made into a conservatory, I mustmention that they were never brought face to face all this time ; he was always hidden from her, at first by the wall or by the trees, after wards by a screen. It was thought that, perhaps, if she witnessed the steps taken to rescue her, she might, espe cially as she progressed, revolt against the treatment, and it was remembered • that all the former unsunceasful experi ments had been made in her eight. The case proceeded steadily and satis- factorily. Gradually the clouds seemed to rise and disperse; it seemed 'as - if - an iron mask was - being,gradtially lifted from bac:ire her face. der Parentawere, after a time, admitted to see her; she recognized them again, and grew to , take interest in them. At last-the physician thought that nothing , more was wanted than -that she should be brought - face to face with her deliverer. He expected much from this step, and I must say that it fully - realized his expectations. They had a Short interview, at which her parents were present, and after that she was dioharged perfectly - cured. Her father expressed his thanks to the young student, and offered to do anything in his power to requite so great a service. On learning that the young man was going to India, he procured him some valuable recommendations hoped he should sometimes hear of his welfare, and that, if he returned to that part of England, he would renew his acquaintance. Shortly after this I had to leave the country. I paid a farewell visit to my new friend, the physician, and thanked him for having shown me that madness was neither an incurable disease nor so dreadful as I had thought it. I went away much cheered, and for some time I was free from that morbid habit of mind, that perpetual brooding on wretch edn ess, that. h ad haunted me long. I felt that a cure had been operated on me as well as on that young lady whose recovery I had witnessed ; I believe that I too was forever restored to a healthy state of mind from my previous hypo chondria. Alas, that there should ever be such a thing as relapse 1 It was some years after this that I re turned to pay a visit to that part of the country. My friend, with whom I had been staying, was no ionizer there, but I availed myself of a cordial invitation from the physician, who had not for gotten, any more than I had forgotten, the circumstances of my former visit. His house was a little distance from the scene of his labors, and when I arrived there I found that he was absent on duty, and only his wife was at home. I was not acquainted with her, for he had married quite recently, and as I did not like making myself known to stran gers, I left my luggaee in the halt, and walked down to meet my friend. Be fore I had gone far I came upon him in conversation with a strange gentleman. But the name he mentioned on intro ducing him was familiar to me, it was that of the young lady. "May I ask," I begun, "if Mr. is any relation —" The physician interrupted me. ' I know what you are going to ask, and I will save you the trouble of finishing your question. This gentleman is the father of the young lady you remember, whose recovery you greatly aided." At this compliment the father looked ~at me with a kindly feeling, and I asked him for news of his daughter. • "Thank you," he replied ; "she has been very well ever since her recovery, and very happy and light-hearted, till within this last day or two, in which she has shown a slight, and, I am glad to see, unusual tendency to melancholy. I was Just consulting the doctor on the matter when you came up, for when one has had SU greata grief once, one is cautious against the leasrchance of its recurring. But you think it cannot be at all serious:" he added, turning to physician. "I cannot think you have any cause for anxiety," the physician replied. "If you like, I will come , and see her." "Thank you, thank you very much, it would relieve my mind." "I presume,"_ said I, rather diffidently, though I ferf that as a sharer in the rescue I had a right to ask even deli cate questions, " I presume you have told your daughter about her former state and her cure?" "es, I have told her of it, but only generally. She has always taken great interest in hearing of the young man who cured her, and regrets that when they met she was not aware of it. She often asks about him, and we have oc casionally heard news of him from India." "?.h! he is in India?" The physician interrupted us here. " I am busy to-day," be said, " and I must ask you either to excuse me, or to walk my way." - " Cannot you spare the time at once to visit my daughter'?" " Certainly, I can ; but I must do something. You will walk there with me, I suppose ?" This was to the father. I promised to stroll about in the neigh borhood, and meet the physician before the gates of his establishment. Old recollections led me round the walls, to a certain land skirting an or chard ; and as I walked down towards the little postern through which the physician and I had issued in quest ofthe flute-player, every incident of that time was clearly before my mind. I search ed among the thick ivy which covered the wall, till I foundthe hidden wicket, and I imagined it opening again and letting out two noiseless, mysterious persons. Here we stepped into the lane, walking on the grassy borders, as I did again: And now, just as we came to the arbor, that strain from the flute burst on us. Were my senses deceiving me? It was impossible. Yet, just as I came to the spot, the same strain came clearly and unmistakably from the ar bor. In my surprise, I could not keep from an exclamation. The player instantly stooped, and thrust his head through the branches. Changed as that face was in the few years which had passed, I instantly recognized it. It was the same which had looked out ou us through that very screen of branches; the same which had lightened up with noble sympathy at the history of our patient, and had promised to save her, if it were God's will. "Hallo! there again, are you?" the head began in tones which I should hardly have recognized. " Well, what is it now,—any other interesting patient? But I tell you plainly, I can't play and listen at the same time now, so if you want to say anything, you must be con tent to have me do one thing at a time." " I did not call you," " I was only surprised into speaking, by finding you here. I thought you were in India." "And so I was a few weeks ago. But Jam in England now, and I shouldnot mind staying. One can drink pale ale here without getting a liver complaint. But, look here, I cannot talk through a hedge. Just wait a second, and I'll come down and join you." He swung himself through a gap in the hedge, and dropped lightly into the lane. Then he offered me his hand. " You'll think me very uncivil and very different from what I was," he said; " but a long residence in India makes a difference in a man. You are not alter ed a bit. Have you been living here ever since?" "I left the day after you did, ancronly returned to-day. But when did you get back here?" "Some days ago; and I am waiting here to meet some one now. Such a fool I am, do you know, I actually ap pointed to meet a man here because I thought the ale of this little public house the best I have ever drunk, and I find it Is the worst. I have nothing whatever to do, and I am fearfully bored. If I had not to wait for this man I should have gone long ago ; confounded nui sance ! Not a thing to do in this blessed hole !" • " You have not been to see the family of that young lady ?" I asked in a rather dry tone, for I was astonished at his not finding that a sufficient occupai tion ; and, moreover, a suspicion was dawning in my mind that he had only got down to talk to mebecause he could find no other diversion. "No ; why should I go and see them ?" " They asked you to." " Yes ; but that's a mere form, as I have often found. I have had dozens of hope to see you in England,' and when I have called, they have either beenparticularly engaged, or have bowed me out with a cold good morn ing.' No, .I never put much faith in those invitations." "But you cannot think thit, after such an obligation—" " dear sir, I jumped overboard to save a Phan, and he cheated me of twenty. pounds. I cured another LANCASTER PA. WEDnSDAY MORNING, APRIL ;10,1867. man of brain-fever, and he cut me 'aead because I heard his ravings. He world have called me out, too, It he could have found a second. No, I dontit expect much from obliga tions." - - " But these people did what they could to repay you. I heard that they got you some valuable introductlons *then you went to India." "Valuable introductions? what, let ters to a tribe of old fogies who never gave me a dinner without insulting me, and refused to help me on the only oc casion when their help would have been useful ?" "I cannot but think, however, that you are unreasonably prejudiced. Ido not think human nature is generally so bad as you seem to believe. lam sev eral years older than you are —" " Excuse my interrupting you," the young man interposed, with visible im patience, " but I have heard that sort of thing so often before. I suppose I shall say it in my turn when I am your age, but meanwhile let me hold the opinion I have formed from my own observes tions." After this, of course it was useless talking to him, and we walked in silence down the lane. Suddenly, at a turn. we came on the physician walking back from the house he had gone to visit, accompanied still by the young lady's father. They both looked for a moment on the young man without a sigh of recognition. But this lasted only a moment with the physician ; the nest he held out his hand in greeting, and said : "Ah I welcome back our young flute-player, and exorciser of evil spirits." The father saw by this address that the stranger was the man to whom he owed so much, and he stepped forward with the utmost cordiality. In spite of the warmth of his greeting, the young man received it somewhat Boldly ; but it was impossible long to withstand such friendliness. While they talked together, I seized the opportunity of asking the physician about the lady. "She is quite well," he replied, "ex cept the tinge of melancholy her father mentioned, which seems to me not dangerous. But I dare say the sight of her preserver will take it away." "Do you think it would be well," I asked, "to introduce him to such a happy home? I have been talking with him, and he seems utterly soured and cynical, of most unhappy temper, and destitute of belief in all human goodness. Might not his presenceoper ate badly on the young lady ?" "I do noit think he will have time for that; andlfor the rest, it may benefit him to see so pleasant a home. Any how, the father seems determined to have him come, and I am inclined to think it will be beneficial." . _ We had now begun to move in the direction of the house, and I asked the physician at least to put these facts be fore the father and relieve my mind. The physician stepped on in compliance with my request, and walked for a few minutes with the father, while the young man fell back with me. " You see," he said at once, "he did not re cognize me, and but for you two being by would never have treated me so civil ,l "I don't wonder at his not recogniz ing you," I replied : "you have changed so much." "You knew me again at once ?" " Yes ; but the juxtaposition was the chief thing made me recognize you. You saw the physician much oftener than the young lady's family, yet he scarcely recognized you the first minute." " Well, I suppose I must let you have It this time, you always have some special pleading in favor of human good ness." "Better than special pleading against human goodness," I would have an swered, but just then the physician looked back over his shot/bier, and said, "He agrees with me." If this did not relieve my mind, at least it took all responsibility off my shoulders. As we turned into the gate, the young man said : " What will you bet that she knows me ?" . _ When we reached the house I thought the father would prepare his daughter. But he ushered us all at once into the little morning-room where she was sit ting. I had not emu her since her com plete recovery, and the change to me was very great. I had known her first as a gloomy, mindless figure, like one of the gravestone effigies holding an extinguishing lamp ,• saw her now as a cheerful English girl. She was sitting by the table work ing a piece of embroidery, from which her eye glanced almost continually on a book that lay open beside her. She seemed at that moment entirely free frum the melancholy of` which her father had complained. She was sing ing under her breath an air which I had no difficulty in recognizing as-the one that had met me down the lane. The book sbe was reading was a de- _ scription of life in India. Why do I linger now on these details? Perhaps because the shock came on me so suddenly then. It wasjust while I was noticing them that she raised her head, and gazed round on the group. She did not recognize me, and her look passed on. But the moment it fell on the young student she half rose from her seat, half shrank back from his eye; then she uttered one scream, and sank back on her chair. We all ran up to lift her, and we found that the worst fears we could have formed were real ized. The iron mask had fallen again on her face and on her mind—and this time it was forever. I tell this story as it was told me, without, I believe, one suppression or one addition. The on y deviation I have made is to render a certain part clearer to my own mid, and perhaps eventually to the mind of the reader. If the eminent, novelist who told me the story should see it in the present shape he will, I trust, admit that I have followed his instructions, however little I am justified by his example. The Chicago husband who went away on business January 91, and came home Feb ruary 16, to find that his wife had got a di vorce from him meantime, and married another man, was only a sample case. The only witness against him, the charge being cruelty, was the new husband. As some atonement, this is the third case noticed within a week where courts have set aside their decree of divorce after one of the par ties had married again. There is a fourth case, which equally illustrates the looseness of our mai riage laws, where a man, as a mere practical joke, obtained the legal sep aration of a newly married couple, by act ing as attorney for the gentleman, whom he made the plaintiff in his absence on the wedding tour. On his return he found the decree on his office table, and learned that for the latter part of his honeymoon he had been illegally cohabiting with his former wife, and was obliged to take out a new li cense and get married again. Lord Broug ham once said in Parliament, not half the people knew whether or not they were legal ly married, Twice Married to the Same Woman, It frequently happens that a man is twice married but it is not usual for the same man to be twice married to the same woman. Such a case, however, really occurred not long since in Memphis. • A 'Surgeon in the rebel army, atter serving till the close of the struggle, returned to his home near Hope field, Ark., to find his house burned and his wife gone. Unable, after a long search, to find the latter, and believing she had will fully abandoned him, he procured a divorce, and returned to Hopefield to practice his profession. A few weeks ago he received word that his wife was in East Tennessee, and•that she was still faithful to him, but had sought the home of a friend after their house was burned down. A correspondence en sued; only one result was possible, and last Tuesday the former husband and wife met at the Commercial souse in Memphis, and were formally re married. Lincoln County. A Mil, drafted by one of our leading law yers, is now in Harrisburg, to divide Alle gheny county. The new county to embrace the territopr north of the Allegheny river, is to be called Lincoln. This is doubtless got up to checkmate consolidation, and make A.llegheny city the county seat, which will doubtless be a great town. New Court House, Judges, Sheriff; awl other nice places, begin , to loom vp, The Committtie having it in charge, will ask Mr. Scott's pleasure, and if be approves of it, it will pass at once.—PittBburg Post. Bill kr) on the,Eiltuatioia. , _ T . ROME, BIG SHANT TERRITORY, i. .No. 3;Marcli Bth, 1887. I MR. EDITOR: My intention was to have remained in dignified obscurity thesmail remnant of my miserable days, but my friends Bob Hide, Sam Mc- Crackin, Tip, and other respectable gentlemen of sexes and both colors, seem to be disheveled about the times, and insist on my views about the mo thentons state of our sufferin country. The good people in Atlanta have got shaky in the knees, find it's the duty of every good citizen to keep the disease from spreadin if he can. I hav'nt been to Washington. nor been playin sentinel on a watch tower, but my observation donvinces me there is a power of fuss on hand about something. Polities looks squally and alarmin. Bill Sherman overrun the country-and destroyed and Carried away our property, and now his brother John is finishin up the job by robbin us of the rights and liberties our forefathers won. Gen. Thomas is playin Vantotin with his 21 orders—puttin harmless boys in the barracks for tab leauin with an old rebel flag—accusin us of all the crimes in the deadogue ; such as murder, larceny, rape, arson, burglary, bigamy, perjury and suicide, throwin up in our teeth the -magnani mity of our conquerers, as bein our safety valve from death and Beelzebub. Good gracious! what an awful people we are. And now comes Joseph, the sentinel with his long-winded message of consolation, telling us how we may flee from the wrath to come—skeering the people to death, and gettin every thing In a stew. \Vhat made him in such a hurry?—why dident he keep silence for a few days until the veto was signed, and the bill was passed? Why dident he give Mr. Jenkins a chance? If the times were so perilous, why dident he go and see Mr. Jenkins, and give him hie opinion in private and save all this excitement? Mr. Jenkins is the Governor; he is the sentinel ou the watch tower; he's the pilot of tne old ship ; he's the people's choice. He can call the Legislature when its necees sary. If he is in doubt about it, he can consult with Lumkin and Cobb, and Hill and Cooper, and Hardeman, and Gibson, and Brown, and decide what ought to be done, and the peo ple will be satisfied. But while the ship is in the storm, let all the deck hands deep silence. The word will I come from the Captain soon enough. May be that Joseph feels sorter respon sible for the fix he's got us in. May be he's repentin for the didos he cut up, and the seeds of discord he sowed durin the war; but I doubt it. I don't think his ambition or his vanity sees anything but his own importance. It looks like he tho't the Capital was moved to At lanta and he was Governor still. He's afraid the people will think he's dead, and just as soon as a big thing happens, and a little before, he clutches the occa sion—seizes the opportunity, delivers his message, stirs up the people, sets the Gate City in a firmament, gets his name in the _Herald and the Tribune. Joe Brown a whale, a big leader, conspicu ous, fame, history, Mr. Jenkins no where, Milledgeville gone up, Joseph E. running the machine in Atlanta! Well, I don't know what is at the bottom of all this, but I am afraid that while Joseph was in Washington some body carried him up onto a high moun tain, and showed him a kingdom or two, and he fell down and worshipped. These little kingdoms that a man some times sees from the top of a mountain are mighty demoralizing. But I notice that all this fuss which Joseph has kicked up is confined to the towns and cities, where a heap of folks live, who haveut got much of anything to do. The farmers don't know much about it and care less—the whole con cern is a god-send to some folks. I know an old worn out politician who has been poking around for six months, trying to revive the Democratic party for a livin, and now he's in his element. Parties are formiu and the old hack is in his glory. He's sorter like the New Era as yet—he wont take a side, he ,wont join issue, he wont commit himself, he's keepin an open rear, as the Era says, But, my friends, we've got nothing to be ashamed of. Since the war our pur suits have been peaceful and honorable. We needent humiliate ourselves through fear of what humankind can do to us. If the Radicals intend to confiscate us, they will do it, and no acceptance of Sherman's bill will prevent it. If they want our cabbages, they are goin to have 'em. If they will ride over one law, they will over another. If they disregard Mr. Joh aeon's great argument, j they'll disregard anything. I don't I know how it is generally, but there i ain't an unpardoned rebel in this coun- I try, and if they confiscate they have got to declare the pardons all void. Nobody knows what they won't do, or when they will quit doing it, and my advice is to suffer and be strong, endure every- thing and accept nothing. All is lost save honor, hold up your manhood. don't lick the hand that's raised to strike the blow. Joe Brown's banner says " all Is lost save honor, and that is only tolerable i thank you, it grows puny and weak." He says we can have representation In Congress. Who by? A man who can take the test-oath and control the negro vote. Who wants such a representation ? How long be fore he would jine the Radicals and go in for confiscation, If he controlled the nigger vote he'ed promise 'em land or anything else. Demagogues havealways controlled the ignorant whites; dema gogues will control the ignorant blacks. .Who controls the negro influence in Tennessee ?—why Brownlow and his party. Tennessee law done just what Joe Brown wants us to do, and now look at her and weep ?—a nigger candidate running for Govvnor But suppose we had representation, and had elected all good men, fair men, just men, what could they, do for us? Just nothing at all. With the present radical majority all our votes wouldn't undo anything that has been done, and with a radical President they could do as much more as they please. Just let 'em alone, give 'em rope; history is re peating itself, the crisis will come some time, tyranny and oppression must run Its course. Joe Brown's programme won't stop it. One of his resolutions made my head swim. I felt like taking chloroform. He would make the whole Yankee nation believe we loved 'em like brothers, and wanted 'em to come out South, and let us hug 'em. Well all that sort of stuff is played out. There ain't a hundred men in the State that has any more respect for a Radical than a hyena, and Joe Brown knows it. But the good Lord knows our hearts, and how fondly we cling to those moderate men of the mighty North who would save us from the humiliation that awaits us. Let a kind word be spoken to a subjugated reb, :and the warm blood quickens in the veins. Oh, but here are the Union Leag uers, somebody says, what are they going to do with us? Never mind my friends, the Union Leagues ain't agoin to huit, nobody. They are made of flesh and blood like we are, and they are citizens, and their fate will be our fate. They are as much disgusted at Sherman's bill as anybody. They are. our neighbors and our friends, and if there is some bad men among 'em, there is enough of the good to make 'em do right. So keep quiet and be easy, and the Union Leagueis are not going to trouble you. If they want to save their own, it don't follow that they want to steal yours. But Joseph is afraid we can't stand a military government. Well, I know its humiliating, withering, crushing; but we have stood it and can try it awhilec longer. We can do it until we can do better. Military government ain't the cause of our poverty and distress. Its a government higher than Thomas, or Sherman, or Sheridan—its the loss of crops ; the want of rain. The military never stopped the corn from growin, and there s just' as much rain in one platform as anothei. If the good Lord will only bless us with abundant har vests, everything will go on smooth enough,'with the honest and humble, peo ple who.driVe the plow and Lida the corri. If they prosper, everybody else will too, if they mind their own business. We , will . tut4e 'to quit ,much, talking so and quit writing altogether—Muzzled lips and a gagged prem. I've done, took warnin myself, and quit. Had my life insured in the Knickerbocker, and the policy won't allow me to expose myself, to jump into unnecessary peril. The militarrcan outwrite us anyhow. Folks say the pen is mightier than the sword, but you put 'em both together, and they'll flank a man out of his lib erty, and may be his life, in double quick. The Mayor of this town had a little billet doin with Gen. Thomas the other day, and only come out second best though it wasn't an open field nor a fair fight. I thought myself, 21 order must be a hoax, got up by Brick Pome roy, or somebody, and was looking for the General to come out in a card de nyin of it, but I soon found that it was a genuine Robesperian document. I still think his posterity will deny it some twenty years hence. Well 1 was mighty mad. I would have given a hundred dollars to have -layed vantoun with him one' hour, just to have been turned loose in the papers, all free, no gag, no jail, no bar raeks, no bayonets, no guard. I would have got such a grin on him for the next six months .as would have made everybody except Brick Pomeroy forget that Beast Butler stole spoons. Livin on their magnanimity I" I tell you that got me, that burnt me, when I knew there wasent enough magnanim ity in a ship load of all such to sup port a poor Reb twentyb-four hours. Magnanimity I My opinion is, they've lost the seed, and don't know what the commodity ie. I was as full of wrath as Browlow is of pisen. Language come to me spontaneous; regular hide-lifters, that would have peeled the bark from a man's carcass like skinnin an alliga tor. But you see I was in the cau tious state, and had to smother my feelings. I think I should have gone 'up with spontaneous combustion if my wife hadent broke the spell with her comick scenes. She is an amusin an.l interestin woman but much given to music in these days of numerous and lively offspring, but just as soon as order 21 come out she hunted up the "gray jacket" and the "conquer ed banner, " andjust such a solo soiree as I have 21 times a week, was never heard in Big Shanty before. She seems to take a delight in lettin the' rebel flag on the title page see the light,' and ' flaunts it about' in my face because I call myself a Union man. She says that part of the order about Gen. Hanson's remains was founded on scrip ture, and so was Phil. Sheridan's about Gen. Johnston's, for Solomon says in Ecclesiastes, " that a living dog is better than a dead lion." My opinion is that it will be impossible to harmonize these woman durin this century. Such order as 21 will cut off all hope of it. I think if General Thomas had'ut been a Vir ginian, he wouldn't have issued it. I've noticed that when a Virginian falls, he falls heavy and fur. Ha gas further over on the side agln us than anybody. I've heard that the General and Ed ward Johnston wgre both powerful se cesh, and got mighty impatient because the Old Dominion was so slow in movin. The General said all the good officers would be gobbled up before she seceded. Well, they say old General Scott got hold of 'em about this time, and took 'em up into a high mountain, and show ed 'em a kingdom or two and the Gen eral fell down and worshipped and Ed. Johnston wouldn't. I tell you, my friends, a man ought to be careful about going up onto these dangerous mountains; and this leads me to re mark we ought to petitiod Mr. Johnston to put over Big Shanty,tteGeneral, who stood squuare to his State. Hope for the best, my friends. Don't imagine you see painters and injuns, because we are in a Territory. Don't mistake a Bureau track for a bear sign. Don't fear, it will be sickly, because Florida is hitched on to our diggins, Attend to your business, keep off of a high mountain, and all will be well. I would say more, but my wife's music has begun. Yours, respectfully, BILL ARP. P. S.—l date my letter from Big Shanty, as I hear these digging' are to have that name. Let us all be thankful we know where we are. For two years it has been doubtful whether we were in or out. My opinion now is that we are out, and I heard a female voice say whoopee! B. A. " And Then." Many years ago there was a good man who lived at one of the Italian Univer sities. One day a young man ran up to him with a face beaming with joy and said that his greatest wish was now fulfilled, his parents having just given him permission to study law. "So now I am come," he added, " to the law school of this University on ac count of its great fame; and I mean to spare no pains to get through my studies as well and quickly as possible." Iu this way he went on talking for a. long time. When at last he came to a stop the good man, who had been listening to him witirgreat patience, said, "Well, and when you have got through your course of studies, what do you mean to do then ?" "Then I shall take my Doctor's de gree," said the young man. " And then ?" asked St. Filippo Neri again. "And then," continued the youth, " I shall have a number of difficult cases to manage; and I shall catch people's notice by my eloquence, my zeal, my learning, my acuteness, and gain a great reputation." " And then ?" repeated the holy man. " And then," replied the youth : "why, then there cannot be a question, I:shall be promoted to some high office or other; besides, I shall make money and grow rich." "And then?" repeated St. Filippo. "And then," added the young law yer, " then I shall live con fortably and honorably, in health and dignity, and shall be able to look forward to a happy old age." Oh! was notallthisto " look at things seen." But the holy man had not done. Again he asked, " And then ?" " And then," said the youth, with a faltering voice,—" and then—and then —then I shall die." Here St. Filippo again lifted up his voice and solemnly said, "And then ?" This last "and then ?" was brought. home by God's Spirit to the young man's heart. From that time he ceased to look at things seen. He began to feel the power of things unseen.—Ex. The Cattle Epidemic in New Jersey. The farmers and owners of cattle in New Jersey have recently been serious ly alarmed at the simultaneous appear ance in various parts of the State of a new disease among their horses and mules. The disease has, in the few cases which have up to the present time occurred, Invariably proved fatal, and although the symptoms are not all instances identical, they are sufficiently alike in their general character to war rant the belief that they are the begin ning of an epidemic, which may possi bly create as much loss among the cattle of this section of the country as the well known rinderpest has already caused in Europe. It is admitted by all that the past year, has been ex tremely unfavorable to the health of either man or beast, and there is a reasonable basis for the fear that the unusual physical conditions under which we have been placed, may have produced effects which although they have hitherto remained dormant, may shortly become only too clearly appar ent. For some time complaints - have been made in nearly every county in the State of New Jersey, to the effect that an unusual amount of sickness was prevailing among horses; and, in fact, live stook generally. One of the most dangerous and fatal diseases which attack horses—lung fever—has lately been extremely destructive, while every other malady with which they are at any time visited has existed with more or less intensity. A number of deaths have, towever, occurred in which 'the precise nature of the disease is-unknown . though. many- -of the symptoms. are similar to tho W-which intidmantlODP. characterize typhoid filter.' NUMBER 14. tottlantoso. Down the Chicago Tunnel. Three reporters, of as many daily papers . of Chicago, seeking to emulate the 'three wise men of Gotham," who " went to Sea in a. bowl," undertook'a voyage on Saturday last, which, being adventurous, did not fail to bring the substantive. The story loses nothing from the weakness of the "bowl." The great Chicago lake tunnel was tilled with water some days since, but on Friday last a portion of the water was pumped out, leaving the tunnel over half f ull, when Mr. Chesbrough, the engineer of the works, desiring to make a final examination of the work, conceived the idea of a boating excur sion, and invited the three members of the press above named to accompany him. The party were conveyed to the crib in a tug-boat, where they were re ceived by Captain Berg. We quote from the Tribune: Captairy Berg, with diabolical com posure, conducted us to the mouth of the yawning abyss, and pointed out the only method by which the bottom could be reached—a perpendicular ladder down the side of the cylinder. To recoil from sucira step was not unnatural.— To retreat would have been unmanly. To regard the proposal as a yoke was a poor subterfuge. There was the ladder —no Joke but a wet, slimy, horrible re ality. " First," quoth the captain, heed less of the wan looks of the party, "you go down the first ladder so far ; then you get over another ladder, and take care you don't miss the steps ; then you go straight down." An echo from the abyss seemed to answer "straight down." Another alternative was of fered, to descend one by one by means of a rope which dangled over the mouth of the shaft, suggestive of unpleasant scenes, and this being the safest mode of conveyance the proposal was unani mously adopted. At this moment 'tr. Chesbrough appeared ready equipped for the voyage, in theiguise of an ancient mariner, a broad brimmed souwester on his bead, a rubber coat upon his back, and his neither limbs protected by a pair of high boots. The descent was not exactly what Capt. Berg would have called a "straight down" process, yet it was preferable to the ladder. A noose was formed at the end of the rope, which afforded a toler ably secure seat, though to see an indi vidual who had committed no crime hanging in that deplorable position, over such a gloomy abyss, was rather humiliating. The first sensation was decidedly striking—a series of rapid whirlings, which produced a tempora ry giddiness, followed by au unexpect ed blow on le head from some projec tion. From below came a hostile growl, a dashing and drippling of water, while arouqd on every side was a lively sense of col - ii wet iron. Once below the flood gates where the water was hissing and sputtering as if eager to make a rush upon the victim, the sense of wetness gradually increased, and when deposited at the bottom of the shaft, a plunge into the " sumph" could have added nothing to our condition. Four times the rope was lowered, and the party at last found themselves at the beginning of their voyage, standing under a pelting shower bath, which in a few minutes had near ly half tilled with water the frail bark to which we confided our fortunes. A FLAT•BOTTOMED BOAT. It was the very worst boat that could possibly have been selected. The slightest movement had the effect of tipping it over, and the result was that when we started, each one having to sit in the bottom, we were comfortably immersed half way up In water. THE TUNNEL. The only means of propelling the vessel was by pushing against the walls, and this was a very unsteady process. The water at the crib was exactly half way up the sides of the bore, gradually deepening, of course, as we approached the shoM. For a time by the aid of the lamps We were enabled to examine minutely the condition of the cement. Not a flaw could be discovered, with the exception of a space here and there be tween the bricks, where an iron spike had been introduced to hold the ven tilators. The top of the arch seemed to be perfectly dry, save in the places where the water, not from the lake, but from springs in the vicinity of the tun nel, oozes through the walls. The water was beautifully clear. We were not long permitted, how ever, to enjoy the contemplation of the surrounding scenery, limited as the view was. The bricks were soon ex hausted—every brick being so much like its neighbor to become somewhat monotonous. The lamps, too, began to flicker out. Like the foolish virgins, we had omitted to trim them properly, and now we were left in a state of ob- scurity which was almost as bewilder ing as total darkness. One could have imagined he was crossing the unknown river with " that grim ferryman whom poets write of"—our Charon being Mr. Chesbrough, who looked like some grim phantom pawing the air as it seemed, and muttering some mysterious incan tation. The silence became oppressive; the distant growlings from the end of the cavern were magnified into the noise of a cataract, and our hearth stood still as we thought how by some unfor seen accident thellood-gates might be opened. To perish like rats in a hole, to be distributed in the course of time through the water-pipes of Chicago, and be boiled in kettles—we were not pre pared for such a sacrifice. Then again we remembered how Dr. Guillotin was among the first who perished by the in strument of death which he invented, how the man who invented the new drop was the very first who was hang ed upon it, and other similar instances. How if destiny had also decided that Mr. Chesbrough was to be drowned in his own tunnel? To chase away these fears we sang the "Star-Spangled Ban ner," and listened to the beautiful echo of our own sweet voices from the near est chamber. In this way we reached the closing stone, a white marble tablet, placed there by the Mayor's own hands. We paused to scrutinize this closing stone, and here an unlucky incident occurred. One of the crew, inspired by a frantic wish to "write his name in water," leaned over the edge of the flat-bottomed boat, which took in a little more than it could conveniently carry. Then in the process of bailing the crew,got un settled In theirpositions and never quite regained an equilibrium. We succeeded, however in pushing our wity at consid erable risk on to a point beyond the fifth chamber, or nearly a mile and a half from the crib. WEDGED IN. Our heads had been gradually ap proaching the top of the tunnel as we pursued our darksome journey to the shore. From sitting postures each mem. ber of the party had slowly subsided into reclining attitudes, and by and by they were changed into horizontal posi tions. This, in a fiat-bottomed boat half full of water, was refreshing. Those who were at each end of the boat were bent "like corbels of a building" in an attitude of devotion, while the other two, with faces turned heavenward, could feel the rubbing of the bricks against their noses. Further progress was deemed a little too precarious. Still no one was willing to give out, and our leader manifested a desire to go the whole length if desirable. It was not desirable. In fact it was not practica ble, seeing that the boat by this time was effectually wedged In between the bricks and the water. THE CATASTROPHE. The return necessitated a change of propellers, and the new hands not being well accustomed to the duty, the un easiness of our devoted bark was in creased. The water came in on all sides, so we got on swimmingly after a fashion. Only two lights were left, and these struggled drearily with the dark ness. They were entrusted to the man in• the centre of the boat; another pro pelled, while the two at each end set to work to bail outthe Wang. We had not gone far towar4 crib end agair,i, when syznktOtne of uneasiness began to manifest themselyes. In' spite of an 4brto to bail 00 the water the boat eeOnked to be =DS:rapidly.. We were Minnows. 1.50 Other ir "Notices," ten noes, Or le, , ' We yet a mile, at least4rOm the shaft, and the Water was nearly breast deep. Sud denly the man at the stern raised a sharp cry of distress; his end was set tling down, he said, and what was the use In bailing out. The man with the lamp rose to'his feet just as he felt the boat subsiding under him. The man with the bucket sprang overboard, and Mr. Chesbrough floundered. We were chi iPw ro reck s e e d. Thenfrom sea to sky the wild farewell. The last expiring lamplight had flickered out and all was confusion and darkness deeper than Tophet. Up to the waist in cold water, the boat lying at the bottom of the W i nne!, a sensation of a thousand needles pricking all over our limbs, the situation was indescriba ble. In spite of our dismay the sense of our ridiculous position was so irresisti ble that we raised an involuntary shout of laughter loud and prolonged. It came back to us in the echoes from the chambers and sounded likothe mocking of.a spiteful crew of fiends. There was nu help for as but to raise the boat and haul it to the crib end. This was a task of considerable difficul ty, but after a vigorous effort we suc ceeded. Wading • through the chilly water with our limbs benumbed, and dragging an ungrateful flat-bottomed boat, which would nat carry us, we toiled pain Tully, but as cheerfully as possible, for the distance of a mile, shouting occasionally for help, which did not come, bewailing our sad fate, and thinking sorrowfully of the four small obituaries that would appear in the morning papers. At last a faint light glimmered upon us from the far end. "Asif it had been a chriatian soul, we hailed it in God's name." We had been floundering in our watery dungeon for nearly three hours, and were pretty well exhausted. The light proved to be a lamp in the hand of Captain Berg; who, fearing from our prolonged absence that some disaster had overtaken us, to the bottom of the shaft. And there he stood pro foundly amused at our mischance and laughing consumedly as the bedraggled wayfarers came one by one into view. THE ASCENT But our worst danger was not over. We had to climb the shaft, sixty-eight feet in height, by means of the ladder. "Just go straight up," said Captain Berg ; ' you cannot go out of the way." There was no possibility of reaching the upper air that night, except by climbing, and as there was no com fortable lodging to be had in the tun nel, we again ventured. Mr. Chesbrough ascended first, and by way of a parting salute, when half way up he emptied a gallon of water from each boot upon our heads. The remainder of the party were already exhausted by fatigue and cold. How the others succeeded is best known to themselves. The present writer, for his part, was just on the point of giving out as he reached a platform let down about fifteen feet from the mouth of the shaft, hands stiffened with cramp, a dizzy sensation of sixty feet beneath him, a creeping of the flesh, powerless to move another step. One last shout for help and he found himself seized by a friendly hand and laid out on the platform then tied to a rope and hauled up to the mouth of the shaft. Mutual congratulations on our escape and an adjournment to the kitchen, where Mr. Delaney, the worthy steward of the crib ' provided a bowl of hot coffee for the •tilerers. The flood-gatcm of the crib were re opened immediately after our ascent, and the waters went down with a roar like that of an infant Niagara. What became of the flat-bottomed boat we did not know and did not care. The tug was waiting for us at ten o'clock, and in a few minutes the party were fleeting merrily home again under the kindly stars. And so ended the ad venturous voyage, the last that will be made through the lake tunnel. Facetious Letter. A Berke Connly Postmaster and His Opinions. The following letter was received a short time since by the Postmaster at Host P. 0., Berke county, Pa., from a Commercial-Agency in this city : Dear Sir you be so kind as to give me the names of the business con cerns in your plate, with the kind of business they carry on, on the back of this? If you will do me this favor, I will most cheerfully serve you here, when ever you may find it convenient to call upon me. Very respectfully yours, J Host Post Office, Berke co., Pa. To which the facetious P. M. gave the following answer : Mr. J :— Dear Sir accidentally came across your request at a late date. We have no business concerns in our neighborhood, we live in the country ; are all farmers, or in dependent squires; we all have lots of money, and don't think business, just now, a healthy avocation. We are all good church members, with not a par ticle of puritan faith ; say our prayers before going to bed, 1. e. if we are not out too late playing "poker," which is only occasional, always for pastime, and never for the purpose of accumulating money. Our political faith is in opposition alike to Yankee or Southern secession; We believe in God and hate the devil in any shape or form. We think the Bible and the Constitution, as our fore fathers made them, about the two best books in existence. We revere the wis dom and purity of our good and great men of all parties and all sections and North orand despise the charlatans, or South, East or West, who seek to destroy our government for self-aggran dizement. We love ourselves more than we do the negroes. Yet the love we have foi them is sincere. If they pass our way we give them food, shelter and raiment, provided they don't steal, lie, want to vote, or marry our daughters. We all think Artemus Ward a greater show man than Barnum, and his " wax fig- gars" the greatest living curiosity in the world. We think George Francis Train the greatest train we ever saw without engine, tender or cow-catcher. We be lieve Thad. Stevens and Morrissey to be fair representatives of the next Congress —one being a reformed gambler, the other a practical miscegenator. We don't, believe in your city lotteries, gift enterprises, soldier Home charities, pic ture gallery distributions, &c. They are generally intended for the benefit of the " getter up" who is always sure to build a brown-stone palace after the thing is over. It is true we ourselves indulge sometimes in poker, seven-up, eucre, &c. ; but those are square games. We fear the Lord, and do not wish a brown stone palace built on sand. We do not steal nor rob. We think "coal oil" a good illuminator, but despise it as a fer tilizer for soil, brain or pocket. We have large horses, with big tails and long manes, and think they can go just as fast as any of your "clipped" city nags. We think we have about the best whisky in the country, I. e. we can drink It with a clear conscience, for we know the tax has been paid on it. Oar principle is to support the Government with deeds, not with "gas." Finally, we have arich farming coun try, lots of lime-stone, little gold in the soil, but plenty in our pockets; raise lots of cereals, (no pumpkins, we are opposed to them, they are of puritan origin,) !have fine cows and make good butter. Our hams are real, and we use no horse-flesh In making sausages. Our cocks can crow as loud as anybody's, our turkeys weigh twenty-five pounds each about Christmas time, our babies are all cheerful and healthy, our wcimep are all pretty, and when we die we all expect to go to Heaven. I myself am in the mercantile busl nesa, not for gain, merely for theacmim odatfon of the neighborhood. Albert Yost is a woolen manufacturer which he carries on under the samelerievolent principles. There.are no other tostmeaf men who use.ourß,O. addreas. Trust ing my information,will prove satisfac tory, although at a late date;- - [ remain yours, itith ninon !aspect', •
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