Bradford reporter. (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, April 18, 1861, Image 1
OHE DOLLAR PER ANNUM invariably in advance. TOWANDA : Thursday Morning. April 18, 1861. jsdedeb Doctrj. A LOST LOVE. Bo fair, *nJ yet so desolate ; So wan, and yet so yonng ; Ob ! there ia grief too deep for loirs, Too seai'd for tell-tale tongue ! With a faded flower in her hand, l'oor little hand so white ! And dim hlne eye. from her casement high .She looks upon the night. Only a little rosebud— Only a simple (lower— Hut it bloomed no more as it seemed to Uoom Through many a lone, lone hour ; As they tlow'd from her fever'd touch away, The petals withered and brown. All toe hopes she dcem'd too bright to be ihtam a Sink trembling and fluttering down. It needs no hush of the Present To call back the sweet calm Past; The lightest summer murmuring May hi: heard through the winter? bia.it ; And the wind is rough with sob and with cough, To-r.ight upon gable and tree, TRi the hare elms wail like spectres pale, And the pines '.ike a passionate sea. jj.it she thinks of a dreary twilight tin the garden walk below, Of the laurels whispering in their sleep, And the white rose iu full blow. p n'ly moon ba.l sunk away, Like some pale queen, to die ; la tl.e costly .-hroud ot an opal cloud. To the June air's tremulous sigh. 1' All,all too freshly real, The silt subdued eclipse ; J!a..J in hand, aud heart iu heart. Aud tl.e thrill of the wedded lips. Those tender memories, how they flush Pale cheek and brow again ; Though heart be changed, and lip estranged, That sworo such loving then ! I 'Tis but the old story, Su:i£ if j often iu Vuis \ Pur man all the fieedotn of passion, F"r woman the calm and the pain. Tell it the soul v. uor.e grief is read, In the pour, pale suffering face ; I', will still cling >a t> a ioe that is g'.no With the Warmth of .is lirst embrace. OL, 'tis well for the currie-s spent, To weave the wt-b of ryme ; And oris u tin- nib- intm-'r:. s That float on the breach of time. If it better fir my i.ing heart, If evei it n.iglit be so. To t.' tto fe „•the light that has set, And tl.e dream of I nig I —■— ■ i.. J.. .... I |ft istcllait cou s. I Tho Way of the World. m i ■ ' ie a pleasant harvest breeze from over ■ * ny fit-hl oi new mown bay, comes a prct 'j love story from Ireland—Neptune's ral Emerald. Travelers know that Cu .i- f -rev. r "pi ay is:' bis tricks" with the Ir coileet.s and broths of hoys appertaining to tbe G -in of llu? Sea ; but it's seldom bis I •* there involve enough c implications or I onlrtitmps to make good newspaper romances. Then your " houid lad of K.illarney" falls in ire tvith a bit of a girl, be axes her will slm • are him, without a sum of a blush ; mi l if •lie says she will, tbe affair is decide, (French sounds nicely in an Irish storv, you know.) Should iter, "ouid man" see tit to interfere, I'addy just tips him over the head with Bis nillelali, and marries the girl before lie can k'.-t on his feet again. As for the maiden, she I.ever associates tears or thoughts of suicide lith the wedding- encasement, but sings from Itlietime of her betrothal : B •' My heart is a* light as a feather, ■ I hope it may never be sad ; I'm going t-i be married to-morrow, And won't you have me, pretty lad ? Hurroo 1" ■•'"ir renders will perceive that Irish ronrt- I' -iocs rmt preaent icanv attractions for the lunation" reporter, save when some Eng- I 1 adventiner tries lo earry off some pietty v\ when there is Hpt to be a row and a Ijtrai'd dramatic jig. At last, however, Old Ji>-aud lias produced quite a nice little liyiue ■ Dial romance, iu which uli the figurants are ■ri'-yof th e turf, and we hasten to lay it be- I'Dfe our readers : N"*ar the nneient and scrupulously rcspecta ' °'" l of NeiiHgli, dwelt a fair and frolic ' young apotheosis of eighteen summers, |[ -e natural beauty was materially cncliane- J the vi-ry becoming mellow light reflect >_■ !;om some hundreds of golden accessories. w parsimonious but pious parents had saved - s tempting assortment of lucre for her I'-vriagi- dower ; and so distinctly did its au ■ .>jaigle find an echo in public sentiment : ' fc heiress had at least one sighing suit- D' UT every pound slie possessed. To all she a -amiable and expensive; but there was I Rinong them whose superior qualifications e way of good family and a bank account I "e i.iin a decided advantage in the grand • '.ice for ln-r hand This lucky itidivid „l. no time in gaining the consent of the (, . unp> 'o his suit ; and such strong influ- I *' re '"ought to bear upon the pretty .iiut die filially consented to become Mrs. I "red not inform our readers that I, 1 nnijit ant swain nearly swooned in tha I of bis joy, and forthwith drove his Ij '* <o< he very verge of distraction, by or Btulj M '"" ! l ' le " ' o,l( F'st" vosts and iuez P* ' '-vs that ever eleclrified the eve-corpor ■'c-a' e^u ' lie indulged in neck ■ , 1 rter,; positively deafening, and put so If,. | tce!l, ed oil on his ambrosial locks that he resembled a person who ■' 1 "ed head-foremost into the stomach ■ s P"ra wha| e . He .'rL) ',h'P7 day was appointed, " invites" br da' robes purchased, tbe riug procured, ai d everything made ready for that interesting ceremony by which woman's pow er of deluding mankind is made to appear positively sublime. Friday was to be the day. On Thursday evening the bride elect left her paternul home for the ostensible purpose of purchasing a trousseau in town. " She went like the light at event Li*, tVben the day's white beard is shorn ; And when the day was a cnild again, She came back " iu a horn.'" In fact, " it may be as well to observe, in this connection," as the papers say, that the pretty heiress did not come back at ail. In stead of buying a trousseau, she "sold" her accepted suitor, and heartlessly eloped with a " bonld soger boy," to whom her heart had been given for weeks previous. By appoint ment, this irrepressible lover met her ut a cer tain point on the road to Nenagli, handed her into a chuise, cracked the whip, aud •'' Now gallop ray palfrey gray,' he said, ' Now gallop and gallop away; Tor we must be twenty leagues from this Before the break u' day. " When Friday morning arrived without bring ing home the bride, there went a cry through all Nenagh and its suburbs—the cry of a des olate young man in white gloves and fancy vest pattern, who would not be comforted.— The rage of the bereaved paternal and ma ternal. and of all the relations and friends who had been invited to " shake a foot ut the mar tying," was in all respects " tiemen jn-ous and fierce to behold nut tiie birds find flown, and the fowler skillful enough to entrap them was uot to be found. We will carry our story no further. L:-t the reader imagine the last tableau of the comedy to be : a badly muss ed up young man, with the barrel of a horse pistol in each car, and nothing in the barrels ; two afflicted parents telling each other that they knew all along it would be so—oeli hone! group of afflicted relatives and friends estab lishing tiie fact that "the fly creature will never coiue to any good ; " wheels heard iu the distance. Curtain falls to ttio pathetic air of " I'op goes the Question." Beacon Grum. Deacon Grum is a truly pious man. It can not be doubted, lie loves God and loves good things, and is on his way to heaven. But tern peravwnt is a great thing. A shrewd observer once said, " It is temperament that makes a great man." It certainly makes some little ones, and withal, some very queer ones.— Deacon Grum is consrituticnally gloomy and desponding lie was dipped in nature's bluest dye. Aud ihc tinge, as is apt to be the case, piss dto his religion. lie lias no bump of hope. Where it ought to be, there may cer tainly be found, if phrenology has a shred of truth in it, a deep depression. It is hard for him to hope, even as a Christian. While the present is very dark for him, the future is still darker. All things, lie fancies, are going lo ruin. Thcic was something 01 piety in the days gone by. There was some residum at it in his own earlier days. He bill eves in tiie revivals and the good men of twenty <>r thirty years ago. lie especi illy re curs to the times of 111 wards and BraiutrJ, end tiie holy Baxter, times not colored by the ut rabiliary of his own nature. Bat many a Jar emiade docs he pour forth over the worldii ness or inefficiency of the modern Church.— He know s not what things will come to. He trembles as lie thinks r.f posterity. Deacon Grum is slow to enter into any mea sures for the ad auceinerit of religion. He sees difficulties that others do not see. He calculates nicely all the possibilities of evil.— lie sees all the wrong principles that may lie involved, lie is fearful about motives, lie has his did!-cities with all the plans suggest ed. They are too narrow, or they are too broad. They are too tiinid or they are too bold. They are too slow, or. more likely,they are too fast lie is afraid of running before he is sent; of going before the Spirit, instead of following; of having too much human agency and then, again, of having 100 little. Propose as you will, he shakes his head doubtfullv.— He is always in a position to say, if a plan does not succeed "I told you so." Deacon Grum never sees at.y token of good in the church to which he belongs. Wluit others regard as a star o.' promise is to him only a meteoric ll isli—a phosphoric gleam— or perhaps a pure fancy. If few attend meet ings, that, of course, is bau most unpromis ing. If many go, he does not think much of it. It may le a mere matter of form. He fears it is. It is the heart God wants. It is no great tiling to go to meeting. If there is manifest feeling in the church, lie takes no en couragement from it. It may be only anizal feeling. It is not that deep feeling, lie is sure that opens the windows of heaven—such as they bud in the good old times. If lie hears of conversions, he says, with a despairing look and peculiar inflection, that he hopes Lbey are sound ones lie 10-pes they will hoi 1 out. If he talks with converts, they are uot apt to satisfy liim. Tiiev arc not like those of the days of Nettleton. • It is in a time of declension that you hear from Deacon Grum. He talks in meet ing then. He is eloquent then. He has a iliemc, then, suited to his peculiar mood, lie expatiates upon it making his darkness shine, so that men listening to liiin begin to think ail good persons hypocrites, and religion a phan tom. But, in time of revival, lie is compara tively silent; that, sunny, glad occasion, seems not to suit his idiosyncrucy. It touches not the chords of his mournful lyre. Be patient with Deacon Urnm. Do not wait for him. Go onward in the way of all duty. But deal gently with him. When weary with his lamentations, objurgations, and vaticinations, think of the "humor which his mother gave him " As I said, he is on his way lo lieavf n. True, it lias been conjectured that he will find something out of joint even there; something in the foundation gates, key note, etc., etc. But, no ! grace will have pur rifietJ Lim Beauty rf He limes PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY AT TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY R. W. STURROCK. A Call to the Ministry. Somebody is always tcllincr stories about the •' Hard shell Baptists." Wags have the run on them, and they may as well be content and bear it. Here follows a tale told of them not long since. My informant locates it in the mountains of North Carolina, where the Hard shells are quite numerous, und where they be lieve pretty strongly in dreams and voices. In the important matter of a call to the ministry a dream or a voice is almost indispensable. Now, it came to pass that a man by the name of Walker felt himself considerably mov ed to " hold forth," and keep " spreading the fleece," Gideon like, to ascertain his duty in the important premises. To assist him in his pious investigations, he called at a still house one evening to get some of the "good critter." After refreshment, the story runs, lie left for hotne, and on tiie way he felt "moved" to go into the grove a few hundred yards from the road, "that- to wrastle on the subject." While he was "wrastlin" most earnestly, scarcely out done by the patriarch, some one passed the road with a long-eared animal, poiitely called a John Donkey, and John let off, as his race is wont to do sometimes, in a most moving and thrilling manner. Walker's imagination, by his earnest "wrast lin," was wrought up to great intensity, and he converted Major John's discordant music, which, to mo.-t men, resembles ihe filing of a saw mill saw, into a call Iroui Heaven, urging him to preach the Gospel. No time was to be lost, lie rose from his knees duly commission ed, went to his church,and demanded a license whin tiic pastor interrogated him thus : Pastor. Do you believe, Brother Walker, that you are called of God to preach, "as was Aaron ?' Walker. Most sartinly I does. Pastor. Give the Church,that is, the breth ren, the proof. Walker. I was mightily uiffikilted, and I was determined to go iuto the woods wrastle it out. l'a<tor. That's it, Brother Walker. Walker. Aud while there wrastlin', Jacob like. I heurn one ov the curiousest voices I uvr-r hearu in all my burned days. Pastor. You are on the right, track, Broth er Walker. Go on with your aeration. Walker. I couldn't tell, for the life ov me, whether the voice was up in the air or down in the sky, it sounded so curious. Pastor. Poor erector! how he was uffikii led. Go on to norate, Brother Walker. How ti.tl it rppear to sound unto you ? Walker. Why, this a-way; " Waw waw ker—waw-waw ker ! Go preach, go preach,go preach, go preaeh-ee, go preach ah, go preaeh uu. go preach ah ee-uti ah-ce. Pastor. Brut he-ring and sister, that's the right sort of a call Enough said, Brother Walker. That's not one ov ytr college calU,nor money c.rils. No doctor ov divinity uvcr got s'cii a cail as that. Brother Waiker must have license fur sartin and fui sure. The license was granted, tlie story goes, and Walker is now doubtless making the mounta ins ring with his stentorian lungs. A Hunter after QSce Trsed. As the time for the new Administration ap proached, the crowds who thronged Wash ington increased. Those who make them are not altogether disintersted. Some are on office bent. Curious ways some of them have of finding out where best to drive their stakes— that'sso; what post would best suit their gen ius. It iias even come to this; that some have gone so far as to iook into the different De partments in advance, and to make inquiry of ine incumbent clerk as to the probable time, Ac, of his decease as such. An instance of this kind happened the other day at the Patent Office. A long, slabsided, rickety, car ioty-toppcd individual from 'Netcw England," with tiie richest Yankee patois, walked into the library of the Patent Office, presided over by Professor Jillson.late of Columbian College an urbane gentleman, line scholar, no politician but wi'ii a sense of humor. " Wa'al, stranger, kin I look't books here ? 'spose there public proptcrv ? "Certainly," said the Professor. "What book would you desire." And the Professor marched toward the cases of heavy French and German tomes which he has to silt for the benefit of our in ventors. " Wa'al, I'd like to see the book they call the 'Bleue Book." "Ah, sir, I'm sorry we bav'nt it here. You are at liberty to read any of the books which we have." " Fact is, I want to find out the best hearth I can; expectiu' Mr. Linkiu to put me in when he comes into power. I ravther like this bearth, stranger; 'spose you don't 'sped to stay, hey ? What's the salary! Couldu't you let me know as to Ihe dooties ?" " I am sorry, friend, to say the salary hard ly pays for tlie duties. It is only what you would earn by close labor on a cornfield out west." " Never mind that; what's the dooties?— Think I kin doo 'cm ?" " I am not well enough acquainted with your acquirements to answer. First, I have to keep uti eye to all the books here." " Wa'al, that's not so hard; guess could do that ns well as any." "Next, have to make indexes and read proof of patent reports. "That would come,l guess, by a little prac tice." " Then," said the Professor, with a merry twinkle, " I have to translate, for the use of the office, from these books, most of which I have to commit to memory; and from the var ious ancient and modern languages, including SauscHit, Hebrtw, Hindoo, Swedish, Freucb, German, Chocktaw, Kickapoo " Bafore the suave Professor had finished his inventory, his office-seeking interlocutor had his hat oivand precipitated himself iuto tbe corridor, with a hasty— • That'll do. ftrangsr Good day" " RL3ARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER." Checking Perspiration. A Boston merchant, in " lending a Land " on board of one of iiis ships, on a windy day, found himself, at the end of an hour and a half, pretty well exhauJted and perspiring free ly. lie sat down to rest. The coo! wind from the sea was delightful, aud engaging in con versation, time passed faster than he was aware of. Iu attempting to rise, he found he was unable to do so, without assistance. He was taken home aud put to bed, where he remain ed two years, and for a long time afterwards could only hobble about with the aid of a crutch. Less exposures than this have, in constitutions not so vigorous, resulted in in flammation of the lungs, "pneumouia," ending in death in less than a week, or causing tedi ous rheumatisms, to be a source of torture for a lifetime. Multitudes of lives wculd be saved every year, and an incalculable amount of hu man suffering would be prevented, if parents would begin to explain to their children at the age of three or four years, the danger which attends cooling off too quickly after exercise, and the importance of not standing still after exercise, or work, or play, or of remaining ex posed to a wind, or of sitting at an open win dow or door, or of pulling off any garment,even the hat or bonnet, while in a heat It should be remembered by all,that a eoid never comes without a cause, and tbat in four times out of Ave, it is the result of leaving off exercise too suddenly, or of remaining still in the wind, or in a cooler atmospliere than that iu which the exercise has been taken. The eoider the weather, the more need is there, in coming into the house, to keep on all tiie clothing, except India rubbers or damp shoes for several minutes afterwards. Very few rooms are heated higher than sixty live degrees when the thermometer is within twenty degrees of zero, while tho temperature of the body is always at ninety-eight in health; so that if a man comes into a room which B thirty degrees coider than hG body, lie wjll rapidly cool off, too much so, often, if the external clothing is not removed. It is not necessary that the perspiration be visible; any exercise which excites the circu lation beyond what is natural, causes a propor tional increase of perspiration, the sudden checking of which induces dangerous diseases, and certain death, every day. —Jt iii's Journal of Health. The above is true and important. We will add that the danger of cooling off too rapidly is as great in hot weather and in tropica! cli mates, r.s it is in winter, and iu cool latitudes. The fatal fc-vci s of hot climates, are chic-fly owing to this cause. We learned this, in the East Indies, more than forty years ago. Tne average temperature at Batavia, or Java, we found to be upwards of ninety degrees. Aud then, for the first time, we learned the necessi ty of wearing flannel next to '.he skin, to pre vent checking perspiration too suddenly. No European or Amerie:.n resident there,can dis pense with them. No one walks iu the suu hhine. AU ride in carriages, rnd raise an um brella on alighting, before entering their hotels. And then the lirst tiling is to put on a thick coat, worn at no otner time, and vvaii; the room moderately for some minutes, to prevent 100 sudden a check to the perspiration. — Strangers neglecting this precaution commonly fall into a fever, and often die in less than two davs.— Editor Princivii. Demoralizing Influence of Debt, Debt is an inexhaustible fountain of Dis honesty. The Royal Preacher tells us; The borrower is servant lo the lender. Debt is a rigorous servitude. The debtor learns the cunning tricks, delays, concealments,and frauds by which dishonest servants evade or cheat their master. He is tempted to make ambi guous statements; pledges, with secret pas sages of escape; lying extracts, with fraudu lent constructions; lying excuses, and more mendacious promises. Ho is templed to elude responsibility; to delay settlement; to prevar icate upon the terms; to resist equity, and de vise specious fraud. When the eager creditor would restrain such vagrancy by law, the debtor then thinks himself released from moral obligation, and brought to a legal game, in which it is lawful for the best player to win. lie disputes true accounts; lie studies subter fuges; extorts provocations delays; and har bors in every nook, corner, and passage, of the law's labyrinth. At length the measure is Ail ed tin, and the malignant power of debt is known. It lias opened in the heart every fountain of iniquity; it has besoiled the consc-i -pHce; it has tarnished the honor; it lias made the inan a deliberate student of knavery; a systematic)practitioner of fraud; it has dragged him through all the sewers of petty passions, —auger, hate, revenge, malicious folly, or malignant shame. When a debtor is beaten at every point, and the law will put her screws upon him, there is no depth in the gulf of dis honesty into which he will not boldly plunge. Some men put their property to the flames,as sassinate the detested creditor, and end the frantic tragedy bv suicide, or tiie gallows.— Others, in view of the catastrophe, have eon verted all property to cash, and concealed it. Tiie law's utmost skill, and the creditor s fury are alike powerless now—the tree is green and thrifty; its roots drawing a copious supply from some hidden fountain. Craft has another harbor of resort for the piratical crew of dishonesty; viz: putting one's property out of the. lute's reach by a fraudulent conveyance. Whoever runs in debt, and con sumes the equivalent of his indebtedness; who ever is fairly liable to damage for broken con tracts; whoever by folly, has incurred debts and lost the benefit of his outlay; whoever is legally obliged to pay for his maiiee or careless ness; whoever by infidelity to public trusts has made his property a just remuneration for his defaults; whoever of all these, or whoever, under any circumstances, puts out of his hands property, morally or legally due to creditors,is a. dishonest man. The crazy excuses which men render to their consciences, are ouly such as every villain makes, who is unwilling to look upon tbe blaek face of bis crimes. The London Times An interesting sketch is given by a corres pondent concerning the advertising rooms of the great London " Thuuderer Turn to the counter ; there is a wide space beyond, and many clerks, writing, ulways writing. Four favored, or unfavored ones we know not how to deem it—sit on thrones behind the counter, to lake the tribute of tiie advertising suppliants; from these four we may choose our oracle and judge, but it mat ters little which we tuke. How very silent is the room ! scarce any sonud, but the clink of money and the low uttered Cats of these throned arbiters of advertisers' lates. Of no avail is remonstrance here ; the ad vertisement has hardly reached their hands— scarcely has time elapsed to skim it over—be fore tbe quiet utterance of their judgment ; if one should venture to remonstrate at the charge, his lines ure given back and the next comer served ; no words—they have no time for words ; tiie first decision is the Cnal one ; we mean, of course, in the busier portion of the day—from 11 o'clock till 2. And how " use doth breed a habit in a man ;" the per emptory officers rarely or never err ; seldom wiii the printed lines fail to bear out their charge ; their practiced eye fathoms the mys teries of every conceivable cbirography, and like seers of the mighty press, a tieid of the type ru-.hes back on their sight, soon as their mild orb rests upon the scrawl. And how the piles of advertisements grow by their side ! As they take theui they give a printed acknowledgment to the advertiser, and he then beholds his composition impaled with others which have proceeded, upon a wire. As we look at the business of 'his office, we wonder where it is to end. Already, in the London season, when the town is lull, the Times issues, not unfrequently, ten pages of closely printed advertisements, of six columns each, and each column a long one. Yet there is always enough on hand for several days to come ; an advertiser cannot expect to see hia lines in print for three days, sometimesa week, from tiie period that he gives it in. We ask ourselves why people will consent to wait so long ; why p'afiiper still this overgrown favor ite of fortune, paying duties to the Govern ment, as it does, for advertisements ariu stamps aud paper, aioue amounting to SoOO,OUO an nually. beside giving a livelihood to so many, many families? IT'S ML.—Tiie following, 'rem the local of a New York paper, has more true poetry iu it than many a piece of sounding rhyme of loftier pretensions and greater length : Passing a neat little martin box of a house last evening, we happened to see a man wait ing at tiie door for admittance. At tiiis in stant a green blind opened a little way, and by the gas-light we caught a glimpse of a pair of brilliant eyes, and a flutter of something white, and a bird toued voice softly sail, " Who's there ?" " It's me," was the brief response. The eyes end the flutter disappeared from the window like stars in a cloud, and we al most fancied, as we passed on, that we could hear tiie patter of two little feet upoo the floor, winged with welcome. It was a trifle, it all happened iu au instant, but it haunted us for an hour. " It's uie." Amid the jar of a great city, those words fell upon the iistening wife above, and met a glad response. "It's me I" And who was "me?" The pride of a heart's iife, no doubt ; the tree a sine was clinging to; the "Defender of the Faithful," in the best sense iu the world ! "It's mc !" Many there are who would give half their hearts, and more I ban half the hope in them, for one such recognition iu this " wide, wide world." On Change, in the Directory, in tiie l'ost Office, lie was known as A. B. C., Esq.,; but on that threshold, and in those walls, " It's me," and nothing more ; and what more is there one would love to be ! Few of all the hearts that beat so wildly, warmly, sadly, slowly, can realize a true sou! amid the din aud darkness of tiie world, in that simple but eloquent "It's me"—as if he had said : Now, I am nothing to all the world, For I ant all the world to thee. OVER-WORKED WOMEN.—An over-worked woman is always a sad sight—sadder a great deal than an over-worked man,because she is so much more fertile iu capacities of suffering than a man. She has so many varieties of headache—sometimes as if Jael wese driving the nail that killed Sisera into her temples— sometimes letting her work with half of her brains, while the other half throbs as if it would go to pieces—sometimes tightening round the brows as if her cap band were Luke's iron crown—nnd then her neuralgias, and her backaches, and her fits of depresion, in which she thinks she is nothing, and less that noth ing, and tho-e paroxysms which men speak slightingly of as hysterical—convulsions ; that is all, only not commonly fatal ones—so many trials which belong to fine arid mobile struc tures, that she is always entitled to pity, when she is placed in conditions which develop her nervous tendencies. VERY LUCKY.—A lawyer on a circuit, dropped a ten pound note under the card lable, while playing cards at the inn. lie did not discover the loss until he was going to bed, but then returned immediately. On reaching the room lie was met by the young waiter who said. " I know what you want, you have lost something?" " Yes, I have lost a ten ponnd note." " Well, sir, I have foncd it, und here it is." " Thanks, my good lad, here is a sovereigu for yon." " No, sir, I want no reward for being hon est, bat," looking at him with a kuowing grin, " wasnt it lucky that DODJ of the gentlemen found it ?" VOL. XXI. NO. 4.0 THE GRE AT MYSTERY. —The following beau tiful passage is taken from Timothy Titcouib'a "Preachings upon Popular Proverbs." which the Springfield R-j>ub!ican is now giviug to the world ; "The body is to die : so much is certaio.— What lies beyond? No one who passes the charmed boundary eotues back to tell. Tbo imagination visits the realm of shadows—sent out from some window of the soul over life's restless waters—but wings its way wearily back with no olive leaf in its beak us a tokeu of merging life beyond the closaiy bending hor izou. The great sun comes and goes in hea ven, yet breathes no secret of the ethereal wilderness. The crescent moon cleaves her nightly passage across the upper deep, but to.-ses overboard no message and displays uo signals. The sentinel stars challenge each other as they walk their nightly rounds, but we catch no syllable of the countersign which gives passage to the heavenly camp. Shut in ! Siiut in ! Between this und the other life there is a great gulf fixed, across which nei ther eye nor foot can travel. The gentle friend whoso eyes we closed iu their last sleep long years ago, died with wonder in her rap ture-stricken eyes, a smile of ineffable Joy up on her lips, and her hands folded over a trium phant heart : but her lips were past speech, and intimated nothing of the vision that en thralled her." ."TRIE FOR YOU." —" Father McOuire," of Pittsburg, was inaDj years ago very popular, both in Lis private and ministreial life. He was a genial, warm-hearted old Irishman, fond of a joke, and the following was one of sever al good ones on himself, which he relished very much in telling. lie was riding out on the Butler road one hot summer's day, when lie stoped at a houso by the wayside to get a drink of water, and rest a while. While in conversation with the woman of the house, lie picked up a bible, and n-ked her if she rend it often. " Yes,"she replied, " I have read It through often." " And do you understand all you read in it, my good woman ?" " Yes, I do," ss;d she. " Well," said he, " I have read it all my life, and I find a great deal iu it which I cau not understand." " Well," said she, "if you are a fool, ia that any reason that I should be Shure enough, what could Father McGuire sr.y to that 'i FUNNY. —The best joke of secession, if so serious a mattes admits of a jest(though, for that matter, secessionists themselves have perpetrated it) is that the Mississippi Legisla ture has authorized the governor to borrow two million of dollars! This state lias repudi ated aii honest debt, and her credit is a by word Who will take her bond* 1' A friend suggested that propably Fioyd, Itussel & Co., might, if an opportunity was afforded. Wo doubt it. Tiiey have no use for worthless bonds. Mississppi might leave her bonds out in the street till night, and if she will place a light near them, so that they can be read, we very much doubt whether any of them would he missing in the morning. Repudiate an hone:>t debt, and ask credit for two million Don't she wish she wisfi she could borrow it.— Raleigh ( X.C.) Banner. FAST NA.;S.—They teil a good story of an old fellow up the country, named Peter Bates, a keeper of a tavern, who was named to b an excellent judge of horse fiesh. Once a spirited young mare was led up to the hotel. Quite a crowd soon gathered to see her.— The owner spoke of her good points, boasted of her speed and said she could trot a mile in three minutes. Presently along came Uncie Peter, and then removing his short pipe, said: Boys,! d lu't see hut one reason why the niaro can't trot u mile in three minutes." "What is it ? Wat is it, Uncle Peter ?" asked the young tyros, anxious to learn from one of such acknowledged skill in such matter, 'why' said he, " the distance is to great for so short a time." A WELL ON A PP.OPELLEB. —The Green Bay Advocate tells the following: "The propeller Rocket, 011 a late trip dowu, was boarded, at one of the small towns in Michigan, by an old lady not posted in the modern improve ments iu the lake steamers. When a few hours out the old lady discovered two men pumping up water to wash the decks, and tb® captain being near by, she accosted him as follows "Weil, Captain Rice, you've got & well aboard, eh ?" "Ves, ma'am, alwars carry one," says the polite Captain. "Well, that's clever. I always did dislike the nasty lake water, specially iu dog days " A jolly chap at sea, having been seized with sea sickness, was asked how he felt.— " Feci J" said he, and there was an unmista kable earnestness in his eye ; "Feel ! why I feel as though I had but two objects iu life now. One is to put my foot once more on terra firma, and the other to find out and whip the fel low who wrote " Life on the Ocean Wave !" WANTED POPPING. —A lover, vainly to ex plain some scientific theory to his fair iuamor ata. said: " The question is di&eult, and I don't see what I can do to make it clear." "Suppose you pop it," whispered the blush ing damsel. STANDARD WORSHIP. —Tnc Romans worship ed their standards; and the Roraau standard happened to be au eagle. Our standard is only one tenth of an "eagle"—a dollar—bnt we make all even by adoriug it with a tcufold devotion! NART MORE.—" Boots ?" answered a sea sick Frouchman from his berth, " Oui, oui— you mar take zem; I ebail raat zea cary more !''