Volume 27, ®jjc Centre gemocrat. IS PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY BY J. J. BRISBIN- Offi.ce in Reynolds' Iron Front, Second Floor* . TERMS.—SI,SO if paid in advance or within six months after subscribing,otherwise $2 will invari ibly be charged. No subscriptions received for a shorter period than six months and none dis continued, unless at the option of the editor, until all arrearages are paid. AFTER MANAS3AS. BT cnas. J. PETER SOX. What though tho rebel armies rage, What though the nations sneer, What though the ocean roar, and hearts Are failing men for fear! The masts may go, the ship may drift, The waters overwhelm — Out of the depths we'll triumph yet, Our God is at the helm. Our Fathers' God at Plymoth Rock, The God of Bunker Hill, Oh! not in vain the beacon fire They lit—it blazes still 1 And tempest-tossed, and faint to death, Out on the stormy realm, We catch its gleam, and lift the psalm, *' Our God is at the helm."' The fountains of the deep are loosed. Wo drive through night and rain . Shall neither sun, nor star, nor sky, Nor land be seen again ? Take heart! This world of all our hopes, The deeps may overwhelm; But still our ark shall ride the flood, For Ge>d is at the helm. Oh ! nation born of travail.tong, Of twice three thousand years : Man-child of freedom! 'tis not thine To dio in blood and tears. Through the Red Sea the chosen race Won to the promised realm; We bear the future of the world, And God is at tho helm. ON GUARD. At midnight, on my lonely beat, When shadows wrap the wood and lea , A vision seems my view to greet Of one at home that prays for me. No roses blow upon her cheek— Her form is not a lover's dream — But on her face, so fair and meek, A host of holier beauties gleam Fer softly shines her silver hair, A patient sm : lo is on her faco, And the mild lustrous light of prayer Around her sheds a moonlight grace. She prays for ono that's far away— The soldier iu his holy fight— And begs that Heaven iu mercy may Protect her boy and fclcss the right. Ti l, though the leagues lie far between, This silent inconso of her heart Steals o'er my heart with breath serene, And wo no longer are apart. So guarding thus my lonely boat, By shadowy wood and hruuted lea, That vision seems my eye to meet Of her at home who prays for me. SETH STARK, THE GREEN MOUNTAIN SHARP-SHOOTEE. BY HARRY HAZEL. " Its no use toiking 'beout it, ded, I'm goin' to fitc the enemy. The Union's in danger—Varmount's in danger, and Hard scrabble in pcrtickler's in danger, and I'm bound for to go. That's wot I told the old man, Mister Officer, and that's wot I tell you. If you won't 'list me, I'll find tout another 'cruitin' station, darned quick." This_speech of a hard fisted, young Green Mountain Boy, with a rifle in his hand.- was not long since made to the officer of a re cruiting station in Montpelier, Vt., who had interposed Several objections to the stout lad's enlistihg, to wit: that his visual or gans presented a decided case of strabismus, that his body was slightly angular, that his style of speech and manner rather shocked the cars and eyes of the gentlemanly, col lege cultivated lieutenant, who had thrown down Blackstone, Kent, Coke, and other law commentators for a sword and apaul ettes ; and also because the applicant was incurably left handed. " llow old aie you ?" asked the lieuten ant. Twenty, last grass." " What's your business ?" " Cuttin' logs and shewtin' bars in winter, and drivin' cattle and mowin, grass in sum mer." " Shooting bears, eh ?" " Yeas, shewtin' Lars." " Then I suppose you would take aim at a tree in one direction, and hit the bear in an other," said the officer, derisively. "I am afraid, in battle, yoq would be much less dangerous in the enemy's ranks than in ours." " I know I'm a little bit cock-eyed, Mis ter Officer, but I've fotched many a bar at more'n a hundred rods, and at turkey shewts they allurs try to count me out." '• Coun't you out ; what do mean by that ?" " Wall, I ain't so profertable'to the' tur key match makers as some o' the rest on em, for when I git this ere rifle o' dad's on one o' the birds, you can reckon that he's mine." " Are you also a good shot with the mus ket ?" "Don't know notnin' beout that kind o' shewtin' iron." % Jfamilj Itfiuspptr—scbotcb to politics, ®tmjjcrante, literature, Science, ®jie glctjiaitits, Agriculture, ®jje JJlarluts, Vacation, General Juttlligtncc_ tfc.. ''But ours is an infantry company, and we use smooth bores," suggested the offi cer. " Wall, captin, if yeou dont calkiMe to go in tew kill, I'm not your man. If yeou dew, you'd better take me and my bar kill er." " Oh, its impossible that you should ap pear in our ranks with a dark barreled weapon—our muskets are all bright bar reled. You must leave that weapon be hind." " Can't dew it. captin. Where the bar killer goes, there I go. Never go nowhere without it. Yeou see its a sure thing." •' I have no evidence of it beyond your word," said the lieutenant, beginning to be interested in the somewhat uncouth indi vidual. "But I'll put your shooting skill to ihe test, and if you can make three as good shots as three sharp shooters in my corps, I'll engage to enlist you, bear killer and all " ,l Give us yer list on that, Mister Officer," returned the raw recruit, extending his rough, tan browned, and freckled hand.— "If you've got three men in 3'our corps that hin outshewt Seth Stark, I'll goe hum agin, and help dad kerry on the farm." The maich was forthwith got up, and three of the privates of the Ethan Allen Rangers were selected for the trial. Each of them were famed as sharp shooters, and particularly well skilled in the use of the rifle. A target, representing an Indian chief, was placed at one hundred rods distant ; at the appointed time, the three already re cruited rangers and Seth Stark took their positions in front of the company of rangers to witness the apparently unequal contest. Two men were detailed to stand within six rods on either side of the painted Indian, to make a record of each successive shot, and before they left the ranks, their comrades made maii3 T good natured, but slightly sa tirical remarks at the expense of the cross eyel volunteer. " Bib Barton, be keerful where vous'and when that chap blazts away," s:-i 1 a ranger to one of the taiget markers; the safest p'ace will be behind it." " Better get under the bank, Bill, there's no calculating where the bullets may strike," sai 1 another. " I think the only sure place is in the* rear of the breech," added a third. Almost every one of the corps volunteered a jocose opinion in reference to the crooked eyed, crooked formed, and otherwise uncouh looking backwoodsman, some of which icached the ear of Seth, who-, suddenly fac ing the company, which were standing at ease, and pricking up his ears, said, Perhaps as haow some on ye wud like to bet a small sum on the in 'ere three sharp shewters," said Seth, pulling out of his ca pacious looking pocket a greasy looking wollet, which seemed rather plethoric of bank bills, considering the coarse, seedy gear of the confident rifleman. "I'll lay ye' anything from a sheet J' gingerbread to a tew dollar bill that I'll take the consait out o' you or your sharp shooters at rifle shewt in,' wrastling, hugging, or in a reg'lar knock deown and drag tight." " I'll bet veu a dollar you don't hit the board once out of three times." said one of the Rangers. " Done- I'll take that 'ere bet. and doub le the stakes," replied Seth, drawing forth a one dollat note, and placing it in the hands of the orderly sergeant, while the Ranger did likewise. " I'll go you a five that all you will be beaten at every round," said another Ran ger. "Plank your suet skin, said Seth. *' Ml lay you a five that you don't put a single shot within the outer circle of the bull's eye," offered a third. 11 Wal, I don't mind taking that ere bet tew," replied Seth, producing the money. " I'll go you fifty cents you don't hit the bull's eye once," said a more cautious mem ber of the Ethan Allen corps. " P'ank your money, gentlemen—l'm good for a dozen or two more jest sich wa gers— hev 'em all writ down,' Mister Sar geant, so there can't be no mistake." Seth's invitation was responded to by nearly half the members of the whole com pany, and on figuring up the aggregate of all the stakes, it amounted to nearly two hundred dollars, but at each -successive wa ger the chances fir his winning were made much smaller, as the last one that he had offered him required him to hit the bull's eye twice out of the three rounds, and to beat his three antagonists. "Naow, gentlemen," said Seth, "I jest wanter make one more bet. I'll lay ten dorlers that I'll bit the bull's eye three times, pervidin' that the winner shall go over to the tavern and spend the hull stakes in treatin' the company." " I'll take that wager," said the com mander of the Rangers, stepping forward and depositing the stakes, "and if you win, I shall not only cheerfully disburse it in the manner you suggest, but receive you into the corps, and furnish you with a uniform free of expense. " Good on your head, captin ;" answered Seth, "and ef I don't win I'll be raound here to morrer and stand treat agin." The three sharp shooters suggested the " WE STAND UPON THE IMMUTABLE PRINCIPLES OP JUSTCE-NO EARTHLY POWER SHALL DRIVE US FROM OUR POSITION." Bellefonte, Centre County, Penna., Thursday Morning, Sept. 26, 1861. idea of having a rest for their rifles, as the range was long, and the slightest variation of the aim would carryjthe shot wide of the mark, but Seth argued against it, and ap pealed to the commander. " You see, captin," said he, ''its all very well at a turkey shewt, but it don't do in the woods, when the bars and the wolves are abeout ; and I kinder guess twouldn't dew on the battlefield, 'lessevery sojer cud kerry a nigger as they dew at the South to use as rests for their shewtin' irons." This argument prevailed, and he decided that the shots should be made off hand, and tbat ten seconds should be allowed in tak ing aim, after the piece was at the shoulder. The Indian chief was painted in gaudy iiolors, size of life, and the bull's eye was placed on the left side, in the region of the heart, with three circles drawn around it, and it was understood that from the centre of the bull's eye each shot "should be meas ured. The sharp shooters and the back woodsman drew lots for the first fire, which fell to the lot of one of the former, who took his position, and in a ready and adroit man ner opened the contest, and his shot together with the others were as follows, according to the report of the target markers : Ranger No. I.—Two inches from the out er circle, grazing the left arm. Ranger No. 2.—8a1l struck within one inch of the inner circle to the right—a fatal shot. Ranger No. 3.—But a half moon in the bull's eye—fatal. Seth Stark.—Shot perforated the centre of the bull's eye ! There was considerable huzzaing at the result of the first round, especially among the spectators, and those of the Rangers who had not risked any of their funds on the result. On the second round the three Rangers were scored as having made better shots than before, but no score for the young backwoodsman. It was now the turn of the betters to huz zi, alihough several of them had lost by Se h's first shot. The third round resulted even better for the Rangers than either of the others, and the score was brought in acco dingly ; but there appearing no score for the would be recruit, the shouting was terrific, and many rude jests were again made at Selh's ex pense. " Mought yeou not as well wait till the umpires hev decided, before yeou begin to larf at a feller ?" ejaculated Seth. •' I've seed many a turkey trial decided agin the scorers." " Why, you don't suppose you've hit the target but once ?'' Ranger who had staked a V on the resuß. " Mebbe I don't 'spose so, and mebbe I dew," replied Seth. " I'll go ten to one," said the confident soldier. " Take my advice, and don't yeou dew it," answered Seth. " Oh, ho ! don't dare, eh ? Can't go one against ten ?" ejaculated the fellow. " Wall, yeou kin put up as man}' tens as yeou please, and ef I don't kiver um, why yeou kin pick up your change agin." " Try him ! try him ! he's only bluffing ! only coming the brag game !" said several 0 f the Rangers. " I'll go my pile on that," said the confi dent one, and he forthwith produced sixty dollars, which Seth covered with only six ; but then it must be remembered that thfe odds were tenibly against him. inasmuch as the scorers' report, if confirmed, would of course, give the stakes to his antagonist. Tne umpires, consisting of one officer of the company, who had no especial interest in the result, and two civilians, who were ' experts in the sport of rifle shooting, forth with visited the target, and examined the several hits, and on comparing them with the record of the scorers it appeared there were no mistakes. " That hit in the bull's eye," remarked one of the civil umpires, "is a magnificent shot, but how so small a slug as that greeny's rifle carries, could make so large an orifice as that, is quite a mystery to me." " 1 agree with you," said the other civil ian. "It is a remarkable perforation, certain ly," added the officer of the Rangers, exam ining the hole with scrutiny, and then turn ing the target around they all were struck with the fact that the shot of the smaPest bored rifle had really pierced much the largest hole through the board. "See here, too," he continued, finding the correspond ing hole in the trunk of the tree against which the "counterfeit semblance" of the savage chieftain had rested, "c#n it be-pos sible that two bullets have passed through ttis orifice ?" The suggestion was improbable, but somewhat startling. It was again exam ined with keener scrutiny than before ; and i for the purpose of solving the least doubt m the matter, it was agreed to cut around the corresponding perforation in the tree, and to the depth of the spot where the bullet had lodged. A carpenter was forthwith sent for, with instructions to bring the proper tools for the job. In a few minutes one was procured, and he went to work with a mor ticing chisel and mallet, under direction of the umpires, and after toiling some ten or fifteen minutes lie removed a cube of wood from the tree of about five inches in depth, which, on being split open carefully, three slugs, pressed firmly against each other, with but little variation from a true lino, wereiaken therefrom to the wonder and surprise of the umpires. Seth Stark's bul lets had travsrsed the same line, and had lodged together ! The huzzas and the laugh were now upon the other side, but the contest was remarka ble and decisive—the victory so complete — that even those who had lost money on the result, joined with the others in rendering all homage to the eccentric backwoodsman.— Seth was forthwith enrolled in the ranks of the company, and though he appeared very awkward at first in the ranks, he is fast ac quiring the positions and bearing of a well Grilled soldier. The greatest difficulty lie has to encounter is his left handedness, while his crooked eye only troubles his drill officer. front" appear always "eyes left," and "eyes right" alwa3"S setm to be "eyes front." The Ethan Allen Guards have been re cently mustered into the service of Uncle Sam ; and if they ever get into an engage ment, woe be to the rebels who become tar gets of Seth Stark, tho Green Mountain Sharp Shooter ! NAPOLEON AND THE VETERAN. While in this city, there occuired one of those rare incidents in the progress of Prince Napoleon's tour through the United States which will not soon be forgotten by our illustrious visitor, albeit the tender recollec tions thereof may not be of long duration with ono of the parties interested, whose gray hairs will soon be moistened by the clammy dews of death. Lorenze Harte, a relic of the Grand Arm 3' of the First Napoleon, now an inmate of the Cook County Poor House, and had an inter view with Prince Napoleon. County Agent Hansen, learning the wish of the old sold er kindly conveyed him to the Tremont. His card was sent to the Piince's apartments, and the old man, bowed down with the weight of eighty years, was ushered into the august presence. The Prince arose to receive his remarka ble guest. There they stood for a moment looking each other in the face—the second heir to the French crown and the scarred and bronzed veteran of a score of battles.— Advancing, the Prince grasped the old man's hand, and conducting him to a seat, spoke to him so kindly that the veteran's heart overflowed and he burst into tears. To those at all acquainted with the histo ry of the Napoleonic dynasty, neither the kindness of the Piince nor the emotion of the old veteran will be wondered at. All such well know the remarkable power that the First Napoleon held upon the affections of his soldiers, as well as the wild and un controllable idolatry manifested by the lat ter toward the former on all occasions, weth er in victory or defeat. In that interview the veteran " fought his. battles o'er again." The Prince questioned him aud listened with glistening eye to tho recital of those thrilling incidents which ever had as their hero a Napoleon. The quick eye of the Prince noticed the absence of three fingers from one of the sol dier's hands. " Where did you loss your fingers ?" •' In the retreat from Moscow. I was at tached to the cavalr3 r , and in one of the charges of those villanous Cossacks a stroke from a lance deprived me of three of my fin gers. But," and the old veteran's eye shone with the old battle light, " my sabre finish ec him, sire. Ah, those Cossacks were the most splendid horsemen I ever saw, but they were ofraid of Marat's cavalry afte all." And the old soldier's mind wandered back to that terrible retreat from the burn ing capila! of the Russians, surrounded by the inflexible rigors of a Russian winter, and harrassed day and night by those furious onsets of Cossack cavalry—those wild and daring children of the plains. "This, sire, was done at Lodi," exhibit ing a terrible scar upon his left shoulder, made by a grape shot " And this," baring the calf of his left leg, showing the track of a bullet through-and through it, " was done at Areola." " This sabre cut on my head was received at Austerlitz, and so was this sire," tendeily holding up the tho Cross of the Legion of Honor bestowed upon him by "Napoleon for special servioes on that bloody field. And thus the old battle-scared veteran whiled away two pleasant hours—hours fraught with proud and tender recollections to both Prince and soldier ; and when the veteran arose to go, he blessed the munifi cence of the Prince which had pressed a well filled purse into his hand and gave him assurrance that la belle France had not for gotten her veterans, and that a liberal pen sion should be provided for him.— Chicago Journal. A terrible fire occurred on the stage of the Continental Theatre, Philadelphia, on Sat uiday night, by which some fourteen per sons, mostly females, were dreadfully burn ed. Six of the ladies have since died. The fire took place during a thunder and lifiht mng storm in the play of The Tempest. GENERAL NATHANIEL LYON. HIS BIRTH-PLACh AND HIS BURIAL. The funeral of Lieutenant E. L. Lyon, who was killed at Cockeysvtlle, Maryland, by a railroad disaster of last Sunday two weeks, took place at Eastford, Connecticut, on the 13th inst. He was a nephew of Gen. Lyon, and was buried by his side. A Connecticut friend of the late General Lyon has published in one of the Hartford papers a column of interesting reminiscen ces of the General. Of the several accounts given of his death, the most'authentie, un doubtedly, is that of his relative and brigade surgeon, Dr. C. G. Lyon, who was with him when he was shot. He says : General Lyon had been wounded by a shot in the heel, a shot through the fleshy part of his thigh, and a shot which cut open the back of his head to the skull bone, and and was covered with blood, when he saw him riding between the Kansas and lowa regiments to lead them to the charge. lie begged him to retire to the rear and have his wounds dressed. General Lyon replied, "No—these are nothing," went forward, and was killed by a Minnie ball, which went through the breast and passed out at the back, severing the aorta, or principle blood vessel of the heart. He fell into the arms of Lehman, his body servant, and said, " Lehman, I am killed—take care of my body,'' and instantly expired. These were his last and only words." The following sketch of the General's character is given by the same writer : " In private life, in the camp, by the fire side, or anywhere with his friends ofl duty, General Lyon was one of the most .mild, genial and pleasant of men. Said one of bis intimate friends. •' You wouldn't sup pose he ever would get angry, or be roused to excitement." His favorite attitude was standing stroking or picking his long sandy beard. But on his splendid horse, at the head of his little army, he was literally " a tower of strength." His form straightened up two inches taller, his eye dilated and blazed with excitement, and his commands were given in trumpet tones that were heard and obeyed through all the deafening din of battle, and he was incapable of fear." His birth place and his grave are describ ed as follows: " The old brown house in which General Lyon was born, stands about a mile and a half from his grave in Eastford, in a lonely desolate place, at the bottom of a valley, between two steep, rocky hills. The night before his last battle he slept on the grass between two high rocks, so wedged in with his companion, Major Seofield. that it was difficult to stir. He made light of the incon venience, remarking to his friend that " he was born between two rocks." As has already been stated, Gen. Lyon willed his property—some S3O 000 —to the country. His sword, chapeau and commis sion have been giver, to his native State, and Connecticut will undoubtedly honor his memory b} a monument, though Judge Colt of St. Louis, who was present at his fuueral, says that Missouri will claim the privilege of erecting the monument over his remains. The following address was made at the grave, by Juuge Colt: