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TOWANDA:
bchicsaqi fileming, 9cpinaber 8, 1817.
Tit voices - at tie Timone.
/EIT T. 'WESTWOOD.
A little ciffia
A htle meek-faced, quiet, village child
Sat singing, by her cottage door at eve,
A lovk,•sweet, sabbath - song. No human ear,
Caught the faint melOdy—no human eye
Beheld the upturned aspect, or thesmile
That wreathed her innocent lips while they breathed
The oft-repeated burden of the hymn,
Praise.Gedl praise God!";
A Seraph by the Throne
Is the full glory stood. With eager haid, •
He smote the golden hamstrings, till a flood
01-barmeny on the celestial air
Welled forth, unceasing. Then with I great Voice,
He sang the " Holy, Holy, ever more,
_Lord God Atmightyr and the 'eternal courts
Thrilled with the rapture; and the hierarchies, •
and rapt archangel, throbbed and burned
With vehement adoration. Higher yet ,
R os e,the majestic anthem, Without pause, -
Higher, with rich Magnificence of sound,
To its full strength ; and still the infinite heavens
Mang with " Holy, Holy, evermore int
Till trembling from. excess of awe and love
hehll sceptered spirit sank befor e the throne,
h a mute hallelujah. But, even then,
•While the ecstatic song was at its beikht, •
Stolen in an alien voice—a voice that seemed
To float, float upward from some world afar—
A meek and child-like voice, faint, but how sweet
That blended with the seraph,s rushing strain
Eren as a fuuntain,s Music, with the roll
tithe reverberate thunder. Loving smiles •
Lit up the.beauty of each angers face
!what nevi utterance. Smiles of joy that grew '
More joyous yet i -ai ever and anon
eras heard fhe simple burden of the hymn •
Praise Gdd ! praise God!" And the seraph,s song
to reached its close, and the golden lyfe
kkube hung brooding—when the eternal courts -
bog with echoes' of his chant sublime,
ea, throub the abysmal space,that wand'nng voice
eime floating upward from its world afar,
murmured sweet on the,celestial air,
.Praise God ! praise God !"
Pierre Pitois.
g In the year 1800; Pierre 'Pitois was sergeant in
twelfth regiment of the lino then quartered in
!cawsburg. He. wassa native of that half-savage,
part of Burgundy known under the
i ; ...awe of .llorvan : and his comrades never spoke
t: bon hot as u " tough &sterner." - -Atways the
and .the last to fire, he had the reputation of
, :on; but twn things in the world—the smell of
ruder and the whistling of bullets.
N,,w, one title day, our friend Pierre took it into
: 1 1eki•to address a letter to his l colonel, in which
pplied for leave of absence to go and.ziee his
.... , 13nother, vas dangerously ill. - He added
hi Cher, being, seventy-eight years of age,
al ;offering wider a Paralytic affection, could not
of any use in nurse-tending the poor woman,
IN! he pledged himself to return- as soon as the
ugh of his rnothei should b&teStified.
The colonel's reply to Pierre's application was,
as the re , ,, , imentwiight at any moment be .or
>d to take the:fielch no leave of absence could
• . 4
'erre Pitois submitted. A fortnight elapsed; a
biter was received by the colonel in which _ l
Pitois ioformed him that his mother had
without the consolation of giving her last bles
t() her. only cliikl, and in which he again so
' leave of absence, saying that he could not
to reasons for this request—it was a family
liov he earnestly `-iniplored hie colonel
deny him this favor, '
rre's second letter was as little - Successful as
I. The poor:lellow's captain merely said,
, the colonel has received yotir letter; he is
for the death of your old mother, but he can
na. thei leave of absence you require as the
lit will leave Strawsburg to-monew." '
Ashy The regiment leaves Stravrsburgi and for
place may I ask .you!" Said Moist,
For Austria," replfei the officer. We are to
Vienna my brave Pitois—we are to fight the. !
'ass: Is not that good news for - fon • You
) in your element, my fme,fellowe
ire Pitois made no reply ; but seemed lost in
iotigltt.' The captain caught his hand, and
it heartily said—
Vity do you not speak, matt t Are you deer
I ant tell.in*lou that in less than a week
to have the pleasure of a set-to' with the
as.aarliyou itam not one word of thanks for
neat s \ N 43,:;, I Verily believe you hay;
en - heard me."
bleed, captain, I have heard every word, and
pulFith alll my heart for your nevris which
gier req. Ood news,
liimight you Would," said his officer. •
6. Captain, is there no chance of obtaining
•
of absence !"
tR you road I was the reply. " Leave of ab-
Ilr very day before taking the field.'t
lever thought of that," said Pick.. •We 'are
' tLe point of taking the field ; and at such a
• Isklintose leave is never given r
nevuuked."
it is quite VA—it is never asked. It would
\e aPpearance of cowardice. Well, then, I
it any more; I will
_try and get on
'd You Will do wel)," replied the captain. • 1
net day the twelfth r%riment entered Ger
.
nd the next, PieriePitois deserted'
moriths after when the twelfth regiment,
3.1 11ex1 in the field of battle .an abundant
%I glory, was making its triumphal entry
Pierrit .Pitois was ignominiously
•to his cerps.by a brigade of gent d'
court martial is immediately callbi—
iltets is accused of having deserted at the
Lnlrnent when his regintent wes about to meet
two to face. The court presented a sin
-tie. On the one side stood forth the
who cried— •
I op!, you, one of the bravest men in
Nyliose breast the star of honor
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glitters; you who have Delver mewed eilibelpun
ishment or even censure _from
,:yotirofficers, you
coull not have quitted yoirringimera 7 -quitted Hal
mos*. ton the eve ofsbattle—without some powerful
motive to impel yogi ! This motive the coon lie
mends of you for it would gladly have it its
power—if not to acquit you, which, it • .4. not
perhaps either to do or desire ; at least" to recom
mend you to the emperor's .mercy."
On the other side stood .the accused, who , an
swered, " nave deserted rithout any reason, with
out any motive; I do not repent; if it were to do
again, I would do it again—l deserve death * * *
pass sentence."
And then came some witnesses, who deposed
--c€ Pierre Pitois is a deserter, we do not believe
it." • And others averred, " Pierre Pitois is mad ;
the cant cannot condemn a madman. He must
be sentenced then not to dealk but to the lunatic
'asylum."
The last alternative had very nearly been adopt
ed, for there was not one person in the court who
did not consider the desertion of Pierre Pitois as
one of those siaplar occtirences beyotul the range
of human possibilities, which, while every one is
for9elter admit as a fact, no one can account for, or
coMprelAnd. The accused however pleaded guil
ty most positively, and was most pertinacious in
his demand for the just penalty of the law to be in
ftiaed upon him. He also boldly and lawlessly
avowed his crime, continually repeating that• hedid
not regret it, that at length his firmness assumed
the character of a bravado, left no room for clemen
cy. Sentence of death was therefore pronounced.
Pierre Pitois he ad the sentence read with the
most.ste.ady, unflint hing gaze. They warmly urg
ed him to plead for mercy, but he refused. As ev
ery one guessed that at the bottom of this affair
there was some strange mystery, it was iletenztia
eil that the execution of Pierre should be delayed.
He was carried back to the Military prison, ani it
w a s announced to him that as a mark of special
favor he had three days given him to press for par
don. He shrugged his shoulders and made no
reply.
In the middle of the night on which was to dawn
the day fixed for his execution, the door ofPierre's
dungeon turned softly on its hinges, and a subrdtem
advanced to the aide of the camp in which
the condemned was tranquilly sleeepiiik, and af
ter gazing on him some time in silence; awoke
him.
Mai
Pierre Pitois openeddhis eyes, and staring *out
him, said—" The hour, then, is at last come?"
. "No, Pierre," replied the officer; " it . is not yet
the Hour bilk:4101 soon come."
"" And what do you want with me until then ?"
" Dost thou not know me, Pierre I No matter—
! know thee well. I saw thee at Austerlitz, and
bravely diast thou bear thyself. From that day,
Pierre, I have had a regard for thee no lessesivarm
thair sincere. Yesterday oi► my arrival at Straws
burg, I . learned thy crime and cordemnation. I
have prevailed on the gaoler, who is a relation of
mine, to allow me to see thee, and now that I have
come, I. would say to thee, Pierre, it is often a sad
thought to a man Omit to die, that he - has not a
friend ticirr him to whom he inight open his heart,
and intrust with some sacred commission to dis
charge when he should be no more: . if thou wilt
accept me, I would be to thee that friend."
" I thank you comrade,". replied Pierre, briefly
and coldly. -
• 4, %Irby, hat thou nothing to say to me ?"
" Nothing.'
4 . What I not one word of adieu to thy sweetheart,
to thy sister ?"
" A sweetheart or sister ? I never had either."
"To thy father ?"
"Heis no more. Two mouths ago he died in
my arms."
" Thy mother, then ? . •
• "My Mother !"—and Pierre, whase voice sud
denly and totally changed, repeated, ." My moth
er l—alt, comrade, do not utter that name ; for, see
how, I have never heard that name—l have never
said it in my heart without feeling melted like a
child -e nd even now, methinks if I were to speak
of her—r'
"What then?.'
"The tears would come—and tears do not be
come a man."; Tears,” continued he, "tears,
when 1 hare but a kw hours • to live—ali! there
would be not much courage in their!
"Thou art too stern, comrade. I" think I have,
thank God, as much courage ark other people; and
yet I should not be ashamed of weeping if I were
to speak of my mother."
'" Are you serious'!" said Pierre, eagerly seising
the officer's hand—" you a man and a soldier, and
not ashamed to weep !"
" When speaking of my mother! Certainly not
My mother is so good, so kindrithe loves ITO IP,
much, and I, too, love her so dearly?" ' •
" She loves you! and you love her ! Oh, then
I may tell you all. My heart is full ;it must have
vent, and however strange my feelings may ap
pearjo you, I am sure yott will not laugh afthem.
Listen then for what you said just now is quite true.
A man is ead;iwhen about to die, to have a heart
to which he cad out out his own. Will you zeal
ly listen to me, and not laugh's! me l"
"Solely I will listen, Pierre--a dying,man must
ever eicite compassionate sympathy." ,
"you must 'know that, since i came late the
world, I never loved butane being" and that being
was my mother. But her I loved as none loved ;
with all that was in me of life and energy.. _While
yet a. babe, I used to read her eyes as she read
mine. She was the heart of my -heart, and
I the heart .of 'hers. I have never had either
sweetheart or wife; I never bad a friend; my mo
ther was everythingto me. Well, I was summon
ed to take arms, and when they told me I must
leaire her, in a.paroxysm of despair - I declared that
they might drag me limb from limb,but never could
they take me from her alive. With ono word sto.-
I ken in her holy fortitude and strong courage, she
changed my whole purpose.
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REGARDLF4F OF DERUNCIATiONI IIOX MIT qvairrut."
im ?Mae," said she, " you mud go; it i my .
wish." I knelt before 'her and said, " I will go,
mother," " Pierre," she adds 4, " thou had been a
geed eon, and I thank God for it; but the duties of
a son are not the only ones a man has to fulfd.—
Every citizen owes himself to his country ; it calls
thee--obly ! Thou art goiuglo be a soldier ; for
this moment thy life is no longer thine own:
,it.is
thy country's. If its interests demand it, lay it
down cheerfully.; If it be the will of Goo that thou
simuldst die beksit me, I should weep for thee my
hearts tear but I would say; "He gave, and He
has taken away, bles;ed be the name of the Lord?"
Go riow, and if thou love thy mother do thy duty.
Oh, how precious those holy words? I have nev
er forgotten them. "Do thysluty,". she said : now
the duty of a soldier was always and in all things
to obey ; and in all things and always I obeyed--
I was to go straight forward to face dauger, without
hesitation, without a second thought; and I went
staight forward, faced danger without hesitation,
without a second thought. Those who saw rue thus,
as it were, seek to meet - the bullets said, " There
'is a brave fellow !" They might have better said,
" Them is * man who loves his mother !"
One day a letter brought the tidings that she was
own poor mother ; I longed to goto her. I
asked for leave of absence ; it was net granted ; I
remembertill tier last words—" If thou love thy mo
ther do thy. duty." I submitted. A little after I
heard that she wail dead. Ohl then my senses for
sook me; at any risk !determined to return to:my
country. Whence proceeded so ardent so impetu
ous
a desire to see once . More the place r where my
mother had just died ? I will tell you ; and as you
have a mother, as she loves you, and as you love
her, you will underitand me.
We peasants of Morvan are a simple and confi
ding race; we have not received the instruction,
nor attained the knowledge, that they have in the
cities ; but we have our beliefs, which the towns
folks call our superstitions or beliefs, we have them.
Now one-of these beliefs to which we cling the
most; is that which attributes to the first flower that
blows in the grave mould •such a virture, that he
who gathers it is certain of never forgetting the
dead, and never being forgotten by them. Belief,
how dehr ! how sweet.! • With it death has no ter
rots; for death, without forgetting, or being forgot
ten, is but a sweet sleep, but calm repose afterlong
toil. That flower I panted to see it bud,; I panted
to gather it; I adandoned my post and went on my
way. After ten days of long and weary match,
reached my mother's grave. The eaq seemed
yet fresh ; no flower had appeared ; I wilted. Six
weeks had elapsed; and then one lovely morning
I saw a little blue - flower—" Forget me nat." As
I plucked it, I shed glad tears, for methou,ght that
little flower was my mother's soul ; that she had
felt that I was near, and under the form of that
flower had given herself to my heart once more.
There was nothing now to detain me in the coun
try, for my father had soon followed my mother to
the grave, and I had plucked my precious flower,
what more did I font ? 1 remember my mother's
eharge do thy duty ! I sought out the grits
arntrs and I said, "I am a deserter, arrest me."
* * And now lam to die. and it, as you have
assured me, I have in you a friend, I die without
regret, for you will do for me the only service I re
quire. The flower which at the risk of my life I
plucked from the,grave, is here, in a little case next
to my heart. Promjse that you will see that they
willsnot . take it •from me. It is the-lir& which
unites mem my mother, and if I thought-it , would
be broken —Pl should not have the courage to die.
* * Say ; do you promise to do what I ask of
you?" •
• " I promise," said the officer.
"Four hand that I may press, t to my - leart,you
are very kind to me, and if the Almighty God were
in his omnipotence to give me my life a second
time, I would devote it to you."
The friends parted.
The next day dawned. The)- had arrived at the
place of Cxecutiont and already had the Fatal sea;
`fence been read,- when the low murmurs which ran
through the ranks changed into:'-nimost deafning
shouts "The Emperor! The Empe l or !-! Long live
the Emperor.
He appeared, dismounted from his horse, then
with his short, quick steps. walked to the condem
ned. " Pierre," said he to him. Pierre gazed at
him, and made an effort to speak, but a sudden
stupor seemed to overivhelni him. " Pierre ,- con
tinued th' Emperor, "remember your own words
of last night. God gives thee life a second time ;
devote it not to me, but to France ! She, too, is a
kind and good mother! Love her as thou didst
loie-thy first; thine own." -He then tinned to de
part, and greeting shouts of admiring loie followed
him, till, he was out of sight.
Some years after this, a captai% , of the Old
Guard fell mortally wounded on the field - of iVa•
terloo.
Amid the din of battle, he was heard to shout in
his death pangs— ,
- "Long live the Empemr! France forever!
Mother! My Mother!"
, It was Pierre Traci's!
lExolirmanc.—Young man, improve a j ur idle
moments ! Don't sit doing nothing, and w is hing you
had something to do. Take a book and read that
your mind may be improved. You do society a
great wrong to grow up in ignorance, a reproach to
to youriself and a discredit to your country. Come
—take a book this instant—the effort may be irk
some at first, but yon will find Aare, and profit
and honor in it, in the long run. Then begin like
a man, now, sow, NOW : Do not procrastinaje
in a mader really vital.
I lay it down as a certain maxim that every man
is wretched in proportion to his vices; and affirm
the noblest ornament of a young, generous mind,
and the surest source of pleasure, profit, and re
putation in life, to be an unreserved acceptance of
virtub.
errE , '
~.r:~.,
The Tearful Watthos.
A XATAIIS sat by her, eottagedoor,
In the light of a summer eve ; •
Sweet time. when the blending son and shade
Their garlands of beauty weave,
And the doyen, with tears in their closing eyes
Look up with a morning. mute surprise,
As the daylight .takes its leave.
The maiden sat by beecottage dopr.
Arose in her dark-brown hair ;
And at times stole out. from her fragrant lips,
, .A song on the charmed air,
Vtich song as a loving damsel sings
Whoa the thrilling hour is near that brings
- such one as she waitelh there.
The hours it on, and the stars peer out •
From their couches in the sky,
Yet the maiden still at ber cottage door,
Doth.waich incessantly;
Bat her heart is troubled—her eyes are dim
With tears that are flowing because of him,
Yet cometh he not—ah ! why!
He will come to the ark of her heart no more
And her tearful watch is vain:
To her questioning soul there is no response
save the night—wind's dirge-like strain;
There's a sound of wail in its fitful swell,
And its faintest tone like a leaden knell
Falls heavily on her brain.,
But she watcheth with woman's constant heart,
Till the Onent groweth bright,
Nor. till the Night., dim glow depart,
Doth her last hope take its Bight:
Oh, who can tell what hopes and fears.
What anguish of changing smiles and wars
Are hers through that weery night!
The stars grow pale in the gush of morn,
And the maiden sleeps at last,.
Yet she moans and turns unquietly.
And from under sworn and closed lids,
The tears flow warm and last
There's a glow at aides on her pallid cheek,
And her pale lips move, as she fain would speak
Doth she dream of the happy Past I
•
Alas! alas! for the fairest dream
•.-•• - - - ••
Of her life bath for ever tled, ! -
The only one in thivitprken'd world,!
To bliss• and to beekty wed;
The light from the smiling earth had• passed,
On all is could, dim shadow cast,
Like the mantle of the dead - ._ •
. . • • . *. .
There's a lonely grave by a bending pew,,
Where the earliest violets start,
Where the Morning shadows linger long,
Whence the dew-drops last depart;
A plain, white stone at its bead ts placed
And on it these words' are traced.
Hilt* uses ■ 11111101CX
Wk. are the Rich.
Who are the rich I—the (avowed few
Whose hands their dazzling treasure hold,
With luxury deck their halls, and strew
Their paths with gold?
loo; for the wealth so proudly got,
Is brrowed'all:—the fatal bond
May grant it to the grave, but not
An hour beyond.
filiby are the rich Whose treasures lie
In hearts, not hands—in heaven, not here ;
Whose ways are marked by pity,s sigh,
And mercy,s tear.
No borrowed wealth, no failing store;
These treasures of the soul remain
its own ; and, when to live is o'er,
To die is gain.
Who are the poor !—the,humble race
Who dwell where luxiiry never shone—
Perchance without one friendly face.
Save God,s alone!
No ! for the meek and lowly mind,
still following where its Saviour trod,
Though poor in all. may - richly find
The peace of God
They are the poor who, rich in gidd
Confiding in that faithless store,
Or tremble for the wealth they hold'
Or thirst for more ;
NVose hands are fettered by its touch,
- Rime LOS no generous duty plead s
Go, mourn their poverty, for such
Are poor, indeed!
SPOMAF. Ma BASIS OF FiINTS.—The mere asser
tion that flints were spenges,wbukl no doubt startle
the reader who was unacquainted with the history
of those fossil relics of a former ocean ; but we ap
prehend that a little reflection will satisfy the
most sceptical of the :iuth of this strange announce ?
ment. Imbedded in the substance of chalk, which.
during )(mg` - periods, by it wcumulation had con
tinued-fir overwhelin successive generations of ma-.
rineapnimals. the sponges have remained for cen
turies `kportml to the water that continually perco
lates sue\ strata ; water which contains officious
matter isolution. From a well known law of
chemistry, it Is easy to explain why particles of si
milt matter stiould become aggregated. and thus
to understand bow, in the lapse of ages, the offi
cious spicula that or ig inally constituted the frame
work, of a sponge have formed nuclei around which
kindred atoms have constantly accumulated, until
the entire mass has been at last converted into so
lid flint. We are, moreover, by no means left to
mere conjecture or hypothesis upon this interesting
point ; nothing is more common in chalky districts
than to find flints, wliich, on being broken, still
contain portions of the original sponge in an almost
unaltered condition, and thus afford irrefugible
proof of ;he oAsgttol condition of the entire mass.
TIIE Brat.c.—lt is a book of laws to show the
right and wrong.
It is a hook .of wisdom, that condemns all folly
ina makes the foolish
It is a book of truth, that detects all emus.
It is the book onfe that shows the way from
everlasting death.
It is the most compendious book in all the
world.
It is the most-authentic and entertaining history
that was ever published.
NAaTa has 41011liered around ' Ile, Ott every side,
and for every• sense, an ineihaustible prrdasion of
beauty and sweetness, if we will but preceive it.—
The pleasures we derivefrom musical sounds, and
Mb forms of trees, are surely not given us in vain;
and if we are constantly alive to these, we can ne
ver be in want of subjects of agreeable contempla
tion, and must be habitually cheerful.
loer
& SON.
Merman Davi a.-4(Caim recalls the "Arabian
Entenaimitents" to one's memory, Damascus
realizes all the • day-dreams thathave been
conjured up by heated imagination ` / ' after perm
ing that facarict ' Wei; dm houses; th e people,
a i m
is
the costumes, re all the bazaars (which arc the
h d t '
finest in the alter those 43/ CoustrrraingFie;)
I
are
so thorouild free from any adoriztare of We.-
tern fast/lions or ' eas ! Tite,•- mars are spacious,
well lighted, we veattilatcd, clean, and fragrant
Is a
with the mingl - miens Of the damask roses (' old
therein profusi ) latakeea, and the arms:laic odors
emanating from e a,umerous spice and perfumery nie
:
shol/s. Iley
The veiled vvoneu gliding about, the turbaned
men seated upon ;heir earpeted,shop.boards,dreami- ate, i
ly running theiA fingers over the beads of their
Mecea chaplets or inhaling the cold fragrance i e a ,
of their bubbling arghiles; the sweetmeat vendors, -1 6 -
hawking about their trays of tempting goods, is put
in the shape o' rose-leaf tarts , preserved midi- that 1
enslieS (apricots) lumps of delight, consolation
to.the throat, ant' a dozen varieties Of ha/ca (bon pear tc
bons,) all equally good ; the ice -sellers, with little nd the i
:. f‘
pails of frozen cream, and large water jars, with a
lump of snow from Lebanon diming the spout—all !antic it
these,:mixed up with wild-looking dervishes and s it is 01
still wilderdookirucHedonins from the neighboring
country of the Haouran, form a too ensemble which nd ,flies
has not its parallel in any other place:
The far-famed blades of Damascus are nolcmg•er Macxtrterxr Wortes.The most magnificent
manufactured here, and are even rarely to be fund works in EurojTe are the three principal roads over
in the bazaars ; btu its saddlery is still famous, and the Alps mountains. The Aips area high chainof
it is celebrated for its gold and silver tissues, and mountains between Switzerland - and Italy, and
the striped silk and cotton stuffs which form M pro- i there is no rnher direct way of reaching Italy from
minent a part in the cusinte of the Caireens, as France, by land, than by crossing the mountains,
well as the inhabitants of Syria. Unset precious The first principal pass or road, is that over the
stones are also found here in plenty, especial!: '. ' ---- tetby.ca...,,it.......t...-ass .
pearls and turquoises; and every sort of gold anout, i_r a my clothes in, after the form eq t a stb ii l is erk. It
silver trimming is to be had better and cheaper i r e e t° r d l d n ed m r y w r i2 tu s r h e a o l l i t a ld r , m u ee rn tj o n re g s f l eely t h e melees of
Damascus than in any other place in the Fast.
fs• the Reformers. As been as a suitable slim is collected,
lam never weary of rambling through the bazaars --'lt o defray the expense of printing, 61 3 c. I hremlthto write
ane
and.ind have found the shops of the silk-mercers verv e If tuavte.)7enkafrodr your
t tt, convenience .
usfir.teir friendly n flowitahries.
tempting lounges. The shop-keepers here, how
i` and Ix peration, I accept the agency, and set Out in
ever, very kindly spare you the bui,gue of going tOrick Hope. " Tim rearm TS nr,Cocsver—tvo no oser,
.. .
their ware-houses in quest of pretty things; for this lis ex Reeintem."
moment they are apprized of a 'traveler's arrival •*---- I
find Thit . t . efer:ftuth, and its eteniarewards, amongwhich
Hones run • L 1.. "
they hasten to the European hotel, followed 'by
nn • ;I„9 HENRY EPHRI'AbI 'LEACH.
.their servants,- laden with packages of their bes%‘ R l E'" --
merchandise, which they open out,spread over al_
the sofas and cushions, and insist upon leavingd the
that you may judge ot the effect they produce by r a t rticie
candle-lights. There has been such a concourse., and
of these men since our arrival,. that the great operashed,
recess in the hourt looks like a complete ft-VaniLnd
Fair ;" and 1 never return to the house, that 1 d '``---.... ....
t
1 1 not find five or six Silk merchants and their anew—
' dams seated upon the marble prfierlsent, leaning
on their bales of goods, and looking as patient as it c T
they had hothing in the world to do but to wait my
good will and pleasure to tom over their melehan i to , to
dize,—[Mrs. Romer's Pilgrimage. ion is-
of his
Doc Siortv.-.. , Mr. S. had a calf tied in his yards Sat
but the rope occasionally got untied and the calfn er the
was let loose. One day a neighbor called in and o `"
said, Squire, I presume your calf has made his
escape from the yard." Mr. Stone replied he pre-'or-
sumed not, and enquired, on wliat he founded his
opinion. He replied, " I know your dog well„
though -I don't your calf. I overtook ybur dog near , . was
Mill Creek, with the rope in his mouth, leading a Jurr
calf towards the city, — (about a mile west ,6f' Mr.! - 1 e
Stone's house.)
Mr. Stone went into the yard, *mind the calo ,
gone, mounted his hem, and tookAe road for the
mouth of Mill Creek. When he- gone about oiti
half the disrance he met his'ousty dog, tugging on rub'
with the rope in his mouth, leading the .calf. He I l l s
gave him a word of encouragement, and turned
his horse and went home, leaving the dog to
finish his undertaking. He had been home but a
short time when the faithful dog brought the calf tol
the Ante, and he Was let in.
A FACT roa NATCII.4I.IBT9.—A toad which had
been buried under a reversed flower-pot three feet
beneath the surface of the ground, by Mr. Samuel
Clarke, of Crook's-place, butcher, on the 14th of
June, 1846, was by the same gentleman asinterml
on, the 14th ult. No sooner was the little animal
taken up than he gave evident proofs that to be
" buried alive" did not, to him, necessarily involve
cessation of existence ; for he instantly commenced
skipping about, many of his bounds extending to
the height of six inches into the air. His mouth
was closed up with a white skin, but his eyes were
as sparkling as when, on that day twelvemonth, he
was put below the ground
KEEPING BEFORE Tur. Pixtri.K.—Henry Clay is on
a visit to the north. He is to be at Newport, R. 1.,
in a few days. He spent the winter at the south,
and now visits another quarter of the Union. Mr. C
does not mean lobe shoved quietly by, by military
e.hieflain . or any other persons. But intends, it is
orident, to 14 keep himself before the people !"
Carawr SysTeN.—A beautiful girl, with a pair of
pouting lips, stepped into a store to price a pair of
mitts.
How much are they ?"
" said the gallant, but impudent,xlerk,
lint in gazing upon her sparkling eyes and ruby
lips, " you may hare them for a kisL T' •
" Agreed ?" said the young lady, pocketing the
gloves, and her eyes speaking small flamers.—
" Agreed ! and as I see you give credit here,charge
ken your booke,and collect it the beet way you can!"
So she hastily tripped out of the door.
By reading we enjoy the dead; by conversation,
theliving &by contemplation, ourselves. Reading
enriches the memory, conversation pull** the
wit, and contemplation improves the judgement—
of these, reading is the most impoita4t, which fur
eighth; both the others.
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True merit, lae a riser, the deeper it is the less
noise it makes. • •
%True religion nioA freqUently exhibi6
meek and unostentatious acts. '
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Facts iird Curioslikis for Me l Teem
Sponges are believed to consist of excitable flesh,
full i mouth , by while!' they death and
eject water:
The tiMit deem not advance wiprerthan Zoo yards
in a ilay.p is two days in l climbing iad.desceirding
a tree.
:. The harnan brain is the trrenty-eig;Wa oldie body ;
the brain of the hone but dm 40oth: •
Ma of miles *they:4ll4k* Swims on top in the
distillation of rose wafter.
Bin) lime is prepared from the berries oftfut
aloe and the middle bark of the hollei ; it isboiled
WI it becomes soft.
The batman body, in a h2dthy state, is generally
at 98 of Fahrenheit.
The earth is believed to 11 Jreivase hest a de
gree in erery - 15 ar - 10 yants, , at depth.
Mercury for thy thermometers is purified by agi
tation in a bottle with sand, and than by straining
it through leather;
Theo: raters of the Red Sea appear to be 32 feet
higher than the Mediterranean and the Gulf of Mex.
kola 23 higher than the Pacific. f"
The narrowest pan of the Atlantic is more than
two miles deep. In other parts it is one and ahalf
mile.
Insects are found in slate, and flies and 'ants in
amber.
'Shaving and 'Hair Dressing:
Soloman Cooper,.
- :.
R ESPECTFULLY
informs his old lnendsand pat-
R•rons, that having been obliged to abandon his for
met stand on the afternoon of the 12th ult., he is rmw
permanently located on the west side of the p6lic
square, two doors north of Briggs' tavern. ,flrateful
Tor past tivors, he hopes by superior skill amtetteniion
to merit an increase of patronsge in future:
.r
He will always keep on hand a surfily of oils, es
sences, perfumery, and whatever iyiOseessary to give
an agreeable finish to his operut a r e andwill spire no
pains in his endeavors to ['dap style to ettit the very
ing tastes of his customers: / /
A Lso—shampoouing/for restoring and a sere-pre
ventative to keep the Hair from. falling out, or turning
gray, for a beautify/'6mnd of bait: inn powerful auiirfiar
I)IZINT3, z of every variety and style.foreign and do
.mestie; now opening at Wholegate and retail, at
au;R MONTANYE'S & CO.
r ING F.S& GIMPS, a all kinds; also, Buttons{
and other trimmiriga for ladies 11,4o:send violet:2,
aulS -MONTANYE & CO.
.fILOTHS. CASSLMERES & vESTINGS - of very
superior style and finish, andat, prices to-suit those
who wish to purchase cheap.
ante MONTANYEa & CO.
_ _ _ _ r • _
Q HOES—ladies' Misses and Children's, a large Ira
'AD riety on ttnntl at ice.
FOR REN
THE VALUABLE
-4 `'•" scriber situate about oni
“.." • miles from the borough
fined for rent for a tern
It contains about eighty acres of in
the necessary buildings. thereon.
tars, and for terms, enquire of Ulysl
Towanda.- JAN
Towanda, Augiat 27, 1847.
BOOT 't SHOE MAN
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u your neigituor has handsome chairs, be sure to
put your fect•on the round of them. l ilt will sOil
the vanities of the world, and teach humility. .
The man of the world look% to himself°, and
calls those things evil that are displea l sing to him
self°. The Christian look to God, stall calls those
things evel which are displeasing to lum. •
Uswisc Mss.-- . -The' angry man whO sets his own
house on fire, iu order to bilratliat i pf its neighbor.
The 'envious man—who cannot live because others
do.
to a
4).
A T
eatly
life
Hard
pt rx
rgest
The hypochondriac—whose highs
consists in rendering himself miserable. --••<
The jealous man—who poisons his own banquet . - .
and then eats of it.
The miser—who starves himself to dew in order
that his heirs) mar feast.
. .
Why was Slen. Jackson, at the
Orleans, like,a Cincinnati pork Beale
was death on packing ham, (Packen
.What is 1143 color of grass when
snow ? InviSil4e green.
Earth i* eaten ai' bread in several
world. Near Moscow, a hill hand
deocription, whielrwill ferment wh
Someboody Ear= that in order to ,
the world; it is requisite 'for a man to
his pocket. iron in his hand, !dyer
arid brass in his fair. . .
God is ?leased with no music
much as In the thaplis giringsott„-
widows, ofsupported orphans, of mkt'
fortd and Thankful Fterson..
In disl:nees upon moral and scirnti
let N - our aim be to cow at truth.
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IN
Pill . 1
rme
i~Y +
MEI
IFARNt of the au
and three-foorths
of Towitida. is of
ofoue year or 11110/0.
1 wove') laud. with
Of further particu
sjilerear, Esq. of
I, Es NEsros. .
FACTORY,
IEI
wiOnesw - .
1, 'le of New
I! Because he
,lam.)
voted with
pads of the
earth of this
mixed with
on trail in
rare - guld in 1
I . his tongue
below to
col relieved.
tin,Tandcom::
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