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XTOEJW YOBK OQNT IN E NT A L Life Insurance Company, OP NEW YORK, ' STRICTLY MUTUA L I WSsnKHall the new forms of Policies, and Dre L sents as favorable terms as any company Id the Tjmtea mates. . , , Thirty days' grace allowed on each paynieut, and tne policy neia good aunug vnai mne. Policies Issued by this Company are non-forfeit ura. . No extra charges are snadefortravellng; permits. Policy-holders share In the annual profits of the company, ana nave a voioe in me eieouous suu uauageiueui ui me company. No policy or medloal fee charged. , L. W. FltOST, mudf.nt. . M. B. WrssooF, Vice rres't. J. P.Koosas, Sec'y. jr. F. BATON, Uenoral Agent. No. North Third Street. College Block, Harrlsburg, Pa. . TH08. If. MTM.1GAN. l 42 ly 1 Hpeclal Agent for Newport. II- T. BABBITT'S Pure Concentrated Potash, on, LYE, Of double the strength of any other H)outi'lni- . HulmtHuot'. I have recently erfectcd a new method of packing my Potash, or Lye, and am now pack, lug It only In Balls, the coating of which will spon ify, and does not Injure the soap. It is packed la bones containing U and 48 one 11). Halls. and In no other way. Directions in Kngllsh and (iernian for making hard and soft soup wIC this Potash jicooupanye- chpaukage. B. T. BABBITT, 1.1 Dm h. , . . 84 to M WASUINOTON W.. N. Y ' Notice.' The Interest of Vm. II, Miller, of Carlisle, In Hie ferry County bank, of riponsler, Jonklu It f.u.. has been purchased by XV. A. Nrponsler B. K. Junkin. and from this date April 2Mb, 1S74, said Miller Is no longer a member of sal firm, but tiie llrm consists ol W. A. Hpoiisler si II. K. Junkin. Ilauklng as Hponslor Junkin & Co., who will cou. lluue to do business In the same mode und man. tier as has been done hitherto, with the full assur. a nee that our Bourse has met the approbation and I has gained the confidence of the gJjj "' ' K. V. JUKJilN. April 20, 1874. ' ' t Iff ' 1 Si,. 1 i . . I 1 iV- f 1 BOUND TO SEE THE SIGHTS. ON the train the other day were a very confiding old man and a very inno cent old lady. They had passed away five- sixth of their lives hidden away behind the bills of Vermont, and were going to West ern Michigan, on a visit to tbeir son. Af ter a little skirmishing around the old gentleman pitched into me about the " crops," " sile," and the weather, and when I found how innocent he was, I gave him all the information I could. All at once, as we rode along, the wife caught his artn and exclaimed : " Look out, Samuel, or you'll be forget ting that place where they fit." The old man explained. He said that a young man who came down from Canada with them told hira to look out for the battle-field of Braddock's defeat as soon as be left Detroit. I was going to reply that the young man was au infernal liar, but the old lady seem ed to have set her heart on seeing the spot, and the old man was so anxious that I could not bear to disappoint them. I pointed out the " battle-field," and they put their heads out of the windows and took in the scene. " Think of it, Ilanner I" exclaimod the old man, as he drew in his head; "think of them Injuns creepiug through them woods and shooting Mr. Braddock down dead !" " My soul '." replied the old lady, seem ingly overcome at the idea, and she kept her eyes on the woods until I thought she would twist her neck off. We got along all right for about five miles more, and then the old man wanted to know if we were not down pretty near to the spot where Tecumseh fell. " Where what?" I yelled, and he said that the same young man had informed him that the railroad ran close to the iden tical spot where the great Indian warrior fell and slept. " It'll be a powerful favor to me an' Samuel, if ye'll point out the spot !" said the old lady, placing her hand on my arm. How could I go back on what that bra zen young man had said ? The old folks had made up their minds to see the spot, and if I didn't show it to them they might worry for weeks, and they might think the young man had lied, or that I wasn't post ed in the historio spots of my own State. Lord forgive me, but about a mile further on I poiuted out a hill, and said : "Behold the last resting-place of ' the great Tecumseh 1" "Think of it, Ilanner-just think of it?" exclaimed the old man, "right there is where tbey got him." "Mercy! but it don't seem possible I" she ejaculated, and she had to get ttut her snuff-box before she could recover from the shock. The old gentleman said he had a : partic ular interest in seeing the spot, because he knew the man who killed Tecumseh used to live right by him. " He must have been au awful Injun 1" broke in the old lady, " for the young man said he didn't die till they had cut off his head, and feet, and hands, and blowed the body up with a barrel of powder 1" r ' I wanted to get away after that, fearing that something worse was coming ; she in. sisted oil my taking a pinch of snuff, and so I kept my seat. We were just beyond Brighton, when the old mau came at me like a steamboat, with: " Now, then; how fur is it to the spot where they found the babes in the woods?" I wanted UTget out of it, but how could I? That young man had deliberately lied to those nice old folks, and I hadn't the moral courage to tell tbem so, and thus had to make a liar of myself. It's awful to deceive any one, especially a good old man, and a fat motherly old lady, on their way to the tomb. ' " That's yes that's the spot !" I Bald, as we came to a dark piece of woods. " Think o' that, Ilanner 1" be said, put ting his bead out of the window, think of them babes being found in there !" "Yes, It was fearful 1" she replied "seems as if I could almost them stubbing about there now !" There was another historio spot of which the young man had told them, but they had forgotten it, aud I was never more thankful. They kept quiet until the brakesman yelled put, "Lansing," and then the old man bobbed up, and exclaimed : ' . " Lansing Lansing why here's where they bung Tom Collins, ain't it?" He explained that Tom Collins, a Chica go desperado, bad murdered eleven old women, aud drank their blood for his liver complaint, and after being hunted for miles and miles, had at length been cap tured at Lansing, cut to pieces by an in fill iated populace and then left hanging to a tree. I had to point out the tree. It was near the depot, and the tail of a kito bad lodged In its branches. " There's where they hung him, Ilan ner 1" said the old man, stretching bis neck, , " And there's some o' his shirt left yet !" exclaimed the old lady, and as I backed out of the car the good old man was re marking that he was coins to ask the train boy if he didn't have the pamphlet life of torn uolllns, so that tney could got turtner particulars. Smelling tho Batter. AN athletid individual was noticed sli ding along Montgomery street, San Francisco, lately, with an anxious eye peering inquisitively into the window of every eating-house which he passed. He was evidently a man whose choice in gas tronomioal matters was governed solely by the quantity of meat, vegetables and liquids given in exchange for a stipulated sum. Finally be appeared to be satisfied with the inducements hold out in a long bill of faro which, tacked to a carcass of mutton in front of a window, fluttered in the breeze, and informed the bunger-haunted passer-by that four dishes could bo had within for twenty-five cents. The man went in, and in a few moments was tackling a slim meal with vigorous avidity. After finishing his allotted four plates, with the exception of a few slices of bread, his eye fell upon a small plate of butter, which in his hurry, be had evidently not noticed before. He was about to plunge his knife into the butter, when something in its appearance caused him to pause, and while pausing, he took occasion to reflect. Suddenly he reached forward, and, taking the small butter-plate between his finger and thumb he held it toward the light and examined its contents for nearly a minute. He next held it to his nose and snuffed ltssavor three sucoessive times, with a puxzled expression of countenance. All this time the restaurant keeper was standing immediately behind the butter analyzer, watching him attentively, and his faoe was indicative of rags and disgust. Perhaps you don't like that butter ?" was his first remark, semi-interrogatively. The man at the table simply laid down tho butter, and turned round with an Inquiring expression on bis visage ; but he said nothing. "Perhaps you don't like that butter 1" yelled the restaurant man, in a somewhat savagely exclamatory tone. " I don't know as yet the fact is I haven't tried it." "Wall, you looked at it as if you thought something was the matter with it, Now, if you have got any remarks to make about that butter, you can make 'em right here. ' " I was simply examining the peculiar appearance of the oleaginous compound," replied the man at the table ; and he spoke with exasperating coolness. "Those blue streaks impart to the article a - variegated appearance which somewhat excited my curiosity. Blue streaks, I believe, are considered a novelty in butter ; are they not?" The restaurant keeper was' somewhat taken back by the calm reply of the other, but recovered himself sufficiently to re mark : ' ' ' i "Blue streaks are always in good butter at this season of tho year. Tou must be one of those up-country lunatics, not to know that." He paused for a moment and then re Burned a threatening manner. " You must understand that I allow no man to come into this restaurant and go a-sufhV atound the butter no well-bred man ill do it." I approximated that butter to my nose simply to ascertain if those blue streaks make any particular difference in the smell. I think that the streaks make no remarka ble, difference in the smell ; in fact, I am of the opinion that if any difference at all occasioned it is all' for the better.. As I bold that having paid for the article, I have a perfect right to smell of it, and should do so again if I thought it at all necessary but I do not think so. Ismelled that greasy substance in this Instance mere ly to ascertain if it was the new article of commerce called oleomargarine, and hav ing thus arrived at a satisfactory conclusion in regard to the matter, I shall have no oc casion to smell it again." Here the frigid customer deposited a quarter upon the table and turned to go. Before he could reach the door, however, the restaurant keeper, excited to an uu controllable pitch of frenzy by the speak' er's remarks, yelled vociferously : " It's an infernal lie I I keep none of your bull butter in this bouse. You lie if you say so, sir I I can liok the man who says so, sir ! I can liok him now 1" and be smote bis guest upon the nose. In another instant the guest, fortified, doubtless, by his recent substantial meal, launched his light between the other's eyes and landed him under the nearest table, stunned and senseless. There was a clash of plates, a rattle of steel forks and a daub of butter dishes accompanying the last maneuver, but still the restaurant keeper lay without apparent life or mo tion. The guest surveyed him for a moment, and then lifting the plate of butter for a fourth time to his nose, smelt it deliber ately, laid it down, and departed, .remark ing, as he went out : " It Is eleomurgarine and no mistake !" fW five . little boys fiom Georgia start ed on an ekaursioa to Florida the other day. Tbey were captured and spanked Tbey were on the road two days. A Very Quiet Baby. George Washington Fenton drove the oxeii at Armstrong's mill. He was cadav erous looking individual, and he maintain ed tho dignity of labor by as little familiar ity with it as possible. He bad an exten sive family, and as they would eat, he bad to shift somehow to feed them. When the lacteal fluid was surreptitiously abstracted from the neighbor's kino, or when a farmer went to harvest his sweet potatoes, and found himself minus the tubers, the Fen tons were making cottage cheese or feast ing on roasted Carolines. One bright .oold day Mr. Walker slaughtered a fat pig nud hung it up in the smoke house. Next morning it was gone. Walker and his son John found Kenton at home, and in his wife's absence, rocking I lie eraille and sing ing. " Hush a by baby." The object of the visit was made known. Kenton, with a hemorrhage of words, protesied Ins inno cence, and bade thum Hcavcli the house. "I would accompany yon," he added, in a hushed voice, fearing to disturb the baby, "but if . the little one awakes, he will howl like n trooper." Walker would not search without his presence. "John can rock the cradle uutii we re turn," said he. John seated . himself at the cradle and rocked diligently. After a . thorough but fruitions search, Walker returued . and found John still rocking and the baby still sleeping. Fenton thanked the latter pro fusely for his servioes as nurse, aud the noighbors departed. When alone Fenton executed a wardanoe by way of rejoloing. lie had stolen the pig, and, expecting the call, had laid tho porker in the cradle as a substitute for a baby, covering it up very nioely indeed. John bad quietly rooked the object of their search, while his father was seeking for it. In the meantime, the Fentons had roast pork and apple sauce for dinner. A Reproof of Foppery. Dean Swift was a great enemy to ex travagance in dress, and particularly to that destructive ostentation in the middle classes, which lod tbem to make tbeir ap pearance above their condition in life. Of his mode of reproving this folly in those persons for whom he bad any esteem, the following instance has been recorded : When George Faulknor, the printer, re. turned from London, where he bad been soliciting subscriptions for his edition of the Dean's works, he went to pay his re spects to him, dressed in a lace waistcoat, a bag wig, and other fopperies. Swift received him with , the same cere mony as if he bad been a stranger. "And pray, sir," said he, " what are your com mands with me ?" "I thought it was my duty, sir," replied George, " to wait upon you immediately upon my arrival from London." "Pray, sir, who are you? "George Faulkner, printer." "You, George Faulkner, the printer?. Why, you are the most impudent, barefaced sooun drel of any impostor I ever met with 1 George Faulkner is a plain, sober citizon, and would never trick himself out in laoe and other fopperies. Get you gone, you rascal, at onoe or I will immediately send you to the House of Correction." Away went George as fast as he could, and having changed his dress, returued to the deanery, where he was received with great cordiality. , "My friend George," said the Dean, " I am glad to see you re. turn safe from London. Why, there has been an impudent fellow with me just now, dressed in a lace waistooat,' and be would fain pass himself off for you, but I soon sent him off with a flea in his ear." tW The history of the Commonwealth of Virginia, says the Richmond Whig, begins with an auction sale not, however, in a store, but beneath the green trees of Jamestown, where probably the most anx ious and interested crowd of auction habl tues ever known In the history of the world were gathered. In a letter, still to bo seen, dated London, August 21, 1021, and directed to a worthy colonist of that settle ment, the writer begins by saying : " We send you a shipment, one widow and eleven maids, for wives of the people of Virginia. ' There has been ospecial care iu the choice of them, for there hath not one of them been received but upon good recommendations. Incase they cannot be presently married we desiro that they may be with several householders that have wives, nntil tbey can be provided with bus- bands." But the Writer of this epistlo had little reason ' to fear that any of the " maidens faire" would be left over. The archives contain evidence to prove that these first cargoes of young ladies were put up at auction and sold for one hundred and twenty pounds of tobacco each, and it was ordered that ' this dubt should have prece dence of all others. The solitary "one widow" went along with the others, for they could not be particular in those days, The good minister of the colony no doubt had a busy time that day; He did not mention any foes, nor did the bridegrooms think of - tendering any. All was joy and gladness ; no storms ahead, no inqhixitive clerk to stand and say, "Here's the license, fork over that 9." Nothing of the sert. From some of these couples the first faml lies in Virginia ere descended. The Pursuit of Office. The Hon. Albert G. Blown, of Mississip- ' pi, recently wrote a letter to a young friend, wherein he laments that be ever made a political speech or held an office. Kx-Gov-eruor Brown was for thirty-three years, previous to 1865, continually in high official and political station, and would therefore seem to have had as extensive and favora ble an experience as any Of his contempora ries and associates. - ,', We quote as follows: True, as yon say, I bold many offices. Indeed, I may say 1 never knew defeat in any of my aspirations. And it is just be cause I bad success which people call won derful, that I feel competent to administer a word of caution to the young men of this generation. Friend, do not be deceived by the glitter of office. I am now past my three-score years, and am fast traveling in to the ten. I have hod almost every office in the gift of the people, and I can truly say with the preacher : " It is all vanity and vexation of the spirit." Looking back over a long, and I hope not unsuccessful life, I can say, with a clear conscience, my greatest regret is that I ever made a political speech or held an office. There is a fascination in office whiob be guiles men, but be assured, my young friend, it is the fascination of a serpent, or to chauge the figure, it is the ignis fatuus which coaxes you on to inevitable ruin. I speak of that which I do know. If any young friends will be governed by my ad vice, I have this to say, after all my success as a public man, now when my bead is blossoming for tho grave, I feel that it would have been better for me if I had fol lowed the occupation of my father, and been a farmer. The mechaulo arts are all honorable. To be a blacksmith, a carpenter, or an artizan of any kind, is no discredit to any man. Better that than be a jack-leg law yer, a quack doctor, a counter bopper, or, worse still, a wretched seeker after office. Of all pursuits in life that of the farmer is tho most respectable. It may have its trials and disappointments, so do all others. The mechanic may lose the wages of his labor, the professional man his fees, the edi tor may weep over delinquent subscribers; but the honest, industrious fanner is mor ally certain of a fair return for his labor. True, "Paul may plant and Apollos wa ter, but God must give the increase." But where is the faithful cultivator of tho soil, God's heritage to man, who ever yet suffer ed for food ? Allow me to caution my young friends against the beguiling influence of office, aud to advise Jiem most earnestly to stick to mother earth. A Doubtful Compliment. Mr. Btoue a well-known and excellent Christian gentleman, belonging to one of tbe up-town churches, was up in the country in the summer, and learning that an evening prayer meeting was in progress at the village church, walked in and took a scat in the back part of the room. Tbe brother in the chair conducting the meet ing, observing the stranger, left his seat, and, coming to Mr. Stone, said to him : " What is your name?" " My name is Stone." " Where are you from ?" "I am from Philadelphia." " Are you one of the Lord's people?" " I hope . that I am," answered Mr. Stone, with becoming humility. The pre siding genius, satisfied with the answers to his catechism, returned to his elevated seat, and at tbe end of tbe bymn arose, and said : " Will Brother Stone from Philadelphia favor us with a few remarks ?" Mr. Stone, willing to do what be could, and having been often told to do in the country as be would in the city, rose and made a few practical observations to the best of bis ability. No sooner bad he sat down than the presiding elder rose, and em id : "Will Brother Stono ask tbe Lord to bless his feeble remarks?" Undismayed by this commentary on his speech, Mr. Stone offered prayer, and the meeting proceeded as usual. IV A woman suffering from bulimia has lately died iu Paris at the age of forty three. She ate every day on an average about six pounds and a half of bread and half a pound of meat. Bread formed her prinoipal sustenance. Tbe unfortunate woman earned about two shillings a day as a needle-woman, whioh with a little In come she posse need, was nearly all absorb ed in providing food for insatiate appetite. 1ST In Boston a poor man recently saved tbe life of the daughter of a millionaire, and leceived from the grateful parent the the reward of two dollars and a half. The mau was so much overcome by this act of generosity that be gathered up all tbe organ grinders that could be found in the neighborhood and gave the rich man a serenade. When the serenade was over be divided the reward among them. tW A married girl of 13 years, seeking a divorce on the ground that she is too young, is one of the latest social develop ments of Indianapolis. -
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