": ; l 1-6 fiiii r-' HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. VI. 1UDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, MAKCII 30, 1870. NO. 0. 1 c ft A Lost Honr. A golden honr on a summer morn, When hnlf the world was still, Tbe dew was fresh in the new mown hay, And the bridal voil of the fair young day Hung o'er the purple hill. The sbeop bulls tinkled across the slopes, Sr.eet as an olQn chime ; Batterllies flitted athwart tbe down, Bees went murmuring, busy and brown, Over the fragrant thyme. A languid calm and a dull contest, Silence instead of speoch ; Tbe wind sighed low, and the lark sang high, liut the golden hour of our lives went by, And drifted out of reach. Wo both went back to an eager life ; But in its pause to-day The dream of that golden hour returns, And my Jaded sphit frets and yearns For one chance swept away. The years creep on, the heart grows tired Even of hopes fulfilled, And turns away from the world's strong wine With fevered lipn. that must ever pine For that pure draught we spilled. And yet, perchance, when our long day wanes (Age hath its Joys late born), We shall meet again on the green hill side, And find, in the solemn eventide, The hour we lost at morn. REFUSED AND REFUSING. Church was " coming out." The con gregation filed out solemnly, and onco without the door, lapsed into sociability and began to phake hands and make friendly inquiries iu regard to each other's health and the absence of cer tain members of the flock. One person only did not pause. That was a girl, a rosy -cheeked lass of seven teen, who r.eemed fur some reason flush ed and agitated. She hurried on until half-way down a sweet green lane, where she seated herself under a great elm tree and listened to the murmuring voices in the distance with something very like a tear in her eye. "He'll surely come," she said to her self. "Surely he'll never go away with out saying good bye, though ho has been so taken up with Mattie Burt of lute. He must pans this way going home, and I know he'll stop and speak." Then she listened again, as though, through the still October air, she could distinguish Evan Wore's voice amidst the rest. Ho stood, a fine, handsome young fel low of twenty, not yet too manly to blush, receiving parting wishes and in junctions from old ladiesand gentlemen, and hoarty grips of the hand from the boys, and smiles from the girls, for everybody liked Evan Ware. . ... Then came the final good-byes, and one or two motherly kisses, for Evan was to start at dawn; and away the boy went, not down the green lane where Lizzie Gale sat, but along another path, down which tripped a figure in bright silk, with a coquettish lace bonnet and parnsol, taking its way towards a rustic bridge that spanned a little rivulet. He overtook her just as the little feet rested on the bridge, and, quite out of breath, called her by name. "Miss Burt, please stop a minute." She paused then, and leaned over the railing of the bridge, dipping the point of her parasol into the water. " I sail for China to-morrow," he said. " Yes you told me so. I hope you'll like it." "I don't expect to like it. I like home better than all the world." " Dear me ! What makes you go, then" " Von know why at l;ast you might know. I'm an orphan. I have no money no prospect. My old sailor uncle thinks there is Hn opening for me in China a chance to make my fortune. It is very kind of him to do what he is doing, and no one can tell how anxious I am to be ri'-h." "Everybody seems to be." "Yes ; not for the samo reason." " Why, what is your reason ?" The answer came with a sort of gasp one word "You." " Me?" The girl laughed and tossed her head. "Yes ; now it's out. I don't know whether you care for me or not. Some times you seem to and sometimes you don't. But I like you better than anybody iu the world so much that if you say I may hope a litMe bit to make you like mo as much, I shall have an ob ject to work for to make myself rich and great, perhaps ; und without that hopo'I shan't have any. There it's out. I've tried to say it a dozen times before, and I couldn't go away not know ing." Ho paused and the girl stared at him. "You meant that for an offer of your hand and heart, 1 suppose V she said. " If so, I'll toll you what : I consider it, coming from you to me, a piece of impudence." So, with her gay silk sweeping, and her parasol flattering, the rich farmer's heiress sailed away, leaving her boy lover the picture of despair and morti fication. So absorbed was he in his own insult ed affections that he did not even notice a plainly dressed little figure that stole over the bridge ten minutes after, until some one said : "Evan." Then lie turned. It was Lizzie Gale, in her neat straw bonnet, and with her prayer book and pocket handkerchief in her hand. "You are goiBg away to-morrowf Good-bye 1" He took her offered hand. "Good-bye, Lizzie." "I hope you'll have a pleasant voy age and suoceed." " Thank you; but everything goes wrong with me. I don't suppose you'll ever see me back again." They shook hands again. Ho made no attempt to detain her, and she walk ed away slowly and quietly, and never wiped off the little tear that would tric kle down her cheeks until she was sure that Evan on the bridge could not see her. The next day Evan Wore had left Farmingdale for years, if not for ever. He went mortified and unhappy ; but, strange to say, as much in Iovj as ever. He was very young and very modest, and Mattie Burt's uncalled for insult took upon itself after a day or two the form of plain speaking. "Of course it was a piece of imperti nence, and, of course, she couldn't think of me," ho said. " I was crazy to think of it. But some day some day I will be rich, and have a name of some kind." Fortune making in very slow. Evan was prosperous, but at first only moder ately so; and months rolled by, and years, and he grew to be a tall, broad shouldered man, with a great brown beard, before he was half rich enough to go back to Farmingdale. The time came at last, however. He knew his success had become known in his native place; he knew also thot Miss Burt had married and was a widow; and when he left China it was with the full intention of establishing himself as a merchant in London, and marrying Mattie, if she were to be won. Such an image as he carried with him, and over the ocean, of guileless beauty and love liness no artist's pencil ever painted. and he took it wiih him to Farming dale. There it vanished. Before he had been in the place three days he had seen Mattie, now Mrs. Fay, and talked with her. She was pretty still, but years had brought her charac ter into her face, and she was decidedly coarse. Ho saw now that she was igno rant and vulgar, and that only his own youthful ignorance had caused him to overlook the fact in those old times when he had fancied her perfection, and the dream of so many years was over. Now that Evan Ware had returned rich aud prosperous, he might have con soled himself with the affections of any marriageable female in Farmingdale. He was the lion of the place courted, flattered, and smiled uron by budding misses, spinsters and widow's. Every one but Lizzie Gale smiled upon him. She, mindful through all these long years of the cold parting on the bridge, vouchsafed him only the chilliest recog tion ; and the fact anuoyed him. She had grown to be a fine looking woman ; and he remembered what a kind, pleas ant girl she used to be, and longed to know more of her. Ho longed in vain. bho repulsed his attentions, and kept him at a distance. Yet all the while she secretly admired him, and her greatest motive for the manner she adopted was her feor lest Evan should think she had been pining for him. Tho widow Fay felt no such scruples. Old Mr Burt, before he died, had specu lated in sorno bubble and rained him self ; aud instead of being the great heiress all her little world had expected her to be, Mattie found it hard work to live and dress herself in the finery she loved, on her small income. A rich hus baud was her object, and Evan Ware had been so desperately in love with her that it was hardly likely that he- could be quite indifferent now. "I'm sure I'm handsome euonch yet," thought Mattie, as she looked iu the glass ; " and if he is resentful nbcut the way I answered him, I'll manage that somehow. It's too good a chance to lose." Therefore, from that moment, Evan became the victim of sundry machina tions, which were supposed to bo of fatal effect, and was dressed at and smiled at in a manner which made the fact that " Mattie Fav was trvinp to catch Evan Ware " patent to all Farm ingdale. By this time, however, the said Evan Wure was absolutely in lovo with Lizzie Gale. She, at least, did not court his money, and that was somethiutr to so rich a mau. He forced himself upon her little bv little, till he inado his way. It was spring; a lovely May. fresh aud beautiful as May could be, and, accord ing to custom, a grand picnic was on tho tapis. At that picnio Evan Ware had resolved to try his fato for the second and last time; for should Lizzie Gale re fuse him, he would never offer his hand to another woman. And, ignorant of this, at that same picnic, Mattie Fay had resolved to bring her old admirer to the point. "It's ouly pique, I know, that keeps him from speaking," sho said, as she looked at herself in tho glass; "aud I'll go all lengths to cure that." The day appointed arrived. Evan Ware maneuvered with success, and found himself at the outset just where he wished to be iu a little vehicle only capable of holding two, with Lizzie Gale by his side. The ride was a long one, and there were plenty of chances for tender speeches and soft glances. Lizzie was yielding slowly, and when in tho quietest part of the road, after all tho other vehicles had passed them, Evan paused entirely, and, looking down into her eyes, said: "Lizzie, it remains with you to decide my fate you can send me back to China or keep me here," her eyes dropped, and Bhe made no pretense of misunderstanding mm. The next moment he had said : 'Will you bo my nife, Lizzie?" and had taken her hand aud pressed it to his lips; and then, finding no denial, had kissed her out and out. It was a quiet sort of thing, but they were quiet people, both of them. So quiet that by the time they alighted Lizzie had begged Evan "not to set people talking " by devoting himself too entirely to hor just yet; and Evan had promised. Consequently Mistress Mat tie, arrayed in pink for the occasion, and looking certainly very young and pretty, found the rich merchant at her mercy, and took possession of him. She walked him around a romantio pond and down into a charming green meadow, and talked of " the days that were past " in a very sentimental man ner. "We are so foolish when we are young, Mr. Ware." " Indeed we aro." " And so repent our folly I do, I know. I'm sure I don't know how to approach the subject; but you remem ber how rude I was on the bridge how ridiculous. You never can have for given." " Indeed I have, Mrs. Fay." "Entirely?" " Entirely," he replied. " You know it wasn't from the heart. Girls are so singular. The moment yon had gone I wanted to call after you. If you had asked me the question a sec ond time, I should have answered dif ferently." " Men are generally too proud to re peat such questions," paid Evan. "I am." But the lady was not to be baffled. "In matters of the heart pride should have no place," she whispered. "For my part, I'm ready to throw mine aside and say " But Evan Ware was thoroughly fright ened. "Don't say anything either of us might regret," he said, " because I, this very morning, put that question to another lady, and was answered favora bly." Mattie stared at him ; she could not believe her senses. But a sense of shame and anger gradually broke upon her, and putting her kerohief to her eyes she sobbed out : "You're a heart less flirt, sir I" and flounced away. Evan Ware sat down upon a bank and mused. "Life is a queer thing," ho said to himself. " What should I have said to any one who had told me, ten years ao, that I should come back to Farmingdale to refuse Mattie Burt ?" It was a good hour before he rejoined the company, and then Mattie Fay had taken herself home on a plea of illness. Before many weeks were over, not only Mattie but all Farmingdale knew whom Evau had chosen, and it is a pitia ble truth that sweet tempered Lizzie has one enemy on earth, aud that indi vidual resides at Farmingdale and is named Mattie Foy. Burning their Fleet. Tho theater of one of the most irter estiug of tho romances of the Hudson river is presented in Lofty Bear moun tain iu front, Lake Sinnipink, or Bloody pond, on a broad terrace at its base, and Poplopens creek flowing into the river on the western shore between high rocky banks. Upon theeo banks lay Forts Clinton and Montgomery, the former on the south side of the creek aud the latter on tho north side. These forts were built by the Ameri cans for the defense of the lower en trance to the Highlands against fleets of tue enemy mat might ascend the river, for it was known from tho beginning that it was a capital plan of the British ministry to get possession of the valley of the Hudson, aud so separate New England from tho other colonies. Jn addition to these forts, a boom and chain wero stretched across the river from Fort Montgomery to Anthony's Nose to obstruct the navigation. Clinton swept around tho Douder Berg with a part of his army, and fell upon Forts Clinton and Montgomery. This was on the sevouth of October, 1777. The brotheis Generals George (Governor) and - James Clinton com muuilud the little garrisons. They wcro brave and vigilant. It was not an easy task for the enemy to approach the fort through the rugged mountain passes, watched and attacked by scouting par ties. They had divided, one party, ac companied by the baronet,, making their way toward evening between Lake, Sinnipink and the river. There they encountered abatis covering a detach ment of Americans. A severe fight en sued. The dead were thrown into tho lake, and it was called Bloody poud. Both divisions now pressed toward the forts, closely invested them, and were supported by a heavy cannonade from tho British flotilla. The battle raged until twilight. Overwholuiiug numbers of the assailants caused tho Americans to abandon their works uuder cover of darkness and flee to the moun tains'. Before leaving they set firo to two frigates, two armed galleys, and a sloop, which had been placed above the boom. That conflagration was magnificent. The sails of the vessels were all set, and they soon became splendid pyramids of flame. Over the bosom of the river was spread a broad sheet of ruddy light for a great distance, and the snrrounding mountains were brilliantly illuminated by tho tire, which gave aid to the fugi tives among the dreary hills. Thepo features of the event, with tho booming of the loaded cannon on the burning vessels when tho fire reached them, answered by echoes from a hundred hills, produced a scene of awful grandeur never witnessed before nor since on the borders of the Hudson. It was a wild and fearful romance, thct ended in the breaking of the boom and chain, and tho passago up the river of a British squadron with marauding troops. These laid in ashes many a fair man sion belongiug to republicans as far north as Livingston's manor, on the lower verge of Columbia county. His Own Doctor. A mau of high intelligence, well edu cated, and of vigorous understanding in most things, was nevertheless given to the practice of self-tormenting in re gard to the state of his health. Ho was fairly robust, ate and drank well, slept easily, walked with remarkable energy, was capable of service and long sustain ed mental labor and of much physical exertion. Unluckily for himself, he be gan to study domestic medicine, aud straightway a too active imagination led him to simulate in his own case the symptoms of almost every disease he had happened to read of. He was par alytic, apopleotic, rheumatic ; he had heart disease, his lungs were affected, his liver was congested; gout threaten ed him; his vision became enfeebled; obscure sensations alarmed him as to the state of his brain; fevers of one kind or another were perpetuallyhatohing in his system. The man's life became a bur den and a misery to him; he half-kille 1 himself with terror, and nearly succeed ed in getting poisoned by a succession of varied and opposing remedies. At last he was cured. Reading the symptoms of a condition from which it is physiologically impossible that men should recover, he found to his horror that each particular symptom was dis tinctly marked in his own case. He went over the ground agaiu and again ; each renewed examination only served to bring out the symptoms with more alarming distinctness. Then the affair became too ludicrous; a hearty fit of laughter dissipated not only that par ticular ailment, but all the rest, and the sufferer was cured. Tho Sliver Products. The following table, based upon actual returns from Germany, Austria, France, Great Britain, Spain and the United States, and upon estimates founded on tho most a vailable accounts from other countries, recently prepared by Profes sor R. W. Raymond, of New York, will show the world's product of silver for 1873, and enable us to form an intelli gent judgment on the subject: mivtr. Great Britain a?d colonies $1,000,000 Hweden and Norway 250,000 Russia 500,000 Austro-Hungarian mouarohy 1,600,000 German empire 8,000,000 France 3.000,000 Spain 2,000,000 Italy 600,000 Mexioj 20,000,000 Central and South America. ....... 8,000,000 Canada 000,000 United States 36,600,000 Total J76,250,000 According to Humboldt and Danson, the value of silver produced in Mexico aud Peru from 1492 to 1803 was $4,152, 050,000. The production in Europe during the same period was about $200, 000,000. From the period from 1804 to 1848 Danson gives $1,244,380,794 as the production of Mexico and South Ameri ca ; that of Europe and Asiatic Russia for the same period having been about $325,000,000. For the period from 1848 to: 1802, Professor W. P. Blake, in his ' Report ou the Production of the Pre cious Metals," gives the following esti mate of the silver product : United States, $73,000,000 ; Mexico, $380,000, 0J0; South America, $200,000,000; Aus tralia, $20,000 ; Europe and Asiatic Rus sia, $100,380,000; total, $813,400,000. From 1808 to 1875 the product of silver may be approximately estimated at $163,000,000 for the United States, $140,000,000 for Mexico, $56,000,000 for South America, and $03,000,000 for the rest of the world. None of these esti mates includo the produce of Japan, China aud Central Asia, of which noth ing is known. We have, then, as the grand total of the silver product from the discovery of America to the present time, $7,150,000,000. The average pro duction of silver at the present time is about $90,000,000 per annum, and of gold about $185,000,000 per annum. The annual production of silver aver aged over 380 years since the discovery of America has been about $1,882,000 per annum. Sii mmiiig Up the Case. The ownership of a dog was the sub ject of litigation in Clarksville, Ky., and there was a large attendance of interest ed countrymen at the trial. Great things were expected of the opposing lawyers, Hurd and Dougall, who had been hired at great cost to come from Louisville. Hurd was prompt, but Dougall was de layed, and the justice, being a stickler for punctuality, decided that the cose must go on. All the evidence had been taken when Dougall entered. "I'm afraid I'll lose my fee," he whispered to Hurd, who responded: "Oh, no; I'll give you the points of the evidence in two minutes, and you cau sum up just as well as though you had been here from the start" Thereupon Hurd told him that the trouble was about a trade of a dog for a jackass, and pretended to , givo him the particulars. The audience was impatient during the whispering, and was deeply attentive to the oratory when it begun. Dougall glowingly de scribed the qualities of the dog, told af fecting stories of his sagacity, and wrought his hearers up to a high pitch of enthusiasm. Then he paused, wiped his heated brow, and said, solemnly : " Now, gentlemen of the jury, we come to the jackass." " Eh?" said tho jus tice. "Now," the orator repeated, with impressive emphasis, "we come to the jackass." "You ore the first jackass I'vo heard of in this case," said the jus tice, and an outburst of laughter in formed Dougall how badly he had been sold. On tho way to Louisville he said to Hurd : " I will make an earnest effort not to kill you, if you will promise never to mention this case ;" but Hurd said ho would risk his life rather than not tell. Real Estate in England. The Doomsday-Book, just published iu London, gives the name of every man iu England who possesses an acre of her soil, covering every grade of proprietor ship, from the mighty Duke of North umberland, who possesses in a single county 181,000 acres, yielding, ou an average, five dollars per acre, or the Duke of Devonshire, with 83,000 acres in Dorbyshiro alone, down to the owner of an acre villa lot. There are eight or nine boroughs in which tho landlord is qua landlord absolute over a majority of electors, but no division of a county is iu that position, the nearest approach to it being the case of the Duke of Northumberland, whose colossal prop erty, besides being greater than that of any single man, is almost concentrated iu the county which bears his name a visible aggregation of power which ac cidentally or consciously has in most 'amilies been avoided. But it is still painfully evident that in most counties a few families aro so largely endowed that they could veto any selection for Parliament, and so long as their tenants obey them, agree in ordinary if not ex traordinary times on any member. In Northumberland, to take a single in stance, twenty-six gentlemen could pro hibit anything like absolute free elec tion. They own half the 1,220,000 acres in the county. The Tramp Question. Orange county, N. Y., adopted the " work system " last year to rid itself of the great nuisance of being overstocked with tramps. In thai annual report, just submitted, the almshouse commis sioners of Newburgh say : " While they did not suppose themselves able to sug gest a plan entirely free from objection to deal with the evil, yet they were con vinced that relief associated with labor was the surest plan to break it np. After testing the matter the commissioners are glad to be able to report that their labor plans have been entirely success ful, in proof of which they would state that last year at this time it was no un common thing to have as many as twenty-five a day, while at the present time we seldom have more than one or two." THE FIRST BULL RUS. Why the Federal Troop were not Fallowed Up b the Confederate Letter from Uen. Hennrrgnril. Gen. Beauregard has written the fol lowing letter, which will be read with interest : I avail myself of the first op portune moment to answer your letter inquiring oi me, as in command at tne time, why the pursuit of the Federals immediately after their rout at the battle of Manassas, July 21, 1861, was sudden ly checked and the Confederate troops reoalled toward Manassas. 1 will nrst state that, though with Gen. Joseph E. Johnston's consent, I exercised the com mand during the battle, at its close, after x nau ordered all the troops on the field in pursuit, I went personally to the Lewis House and relinquished that com mand to him. I then started at a gallop to take immediate charge of the pursuit on the Centreville turnpike, but was soon overtaken by a courier from Man assas, with a note addressed to me by Col. T. G. Rhett, of Gen. Johnston's staff, who had been left there in the morning to forward that general's troops as they might arrive by rail from Win chester. Col. Rhett thereby informed me that a strong body of Federal troops had crossed the Bull Run at Union Mills ford, on our right, and was ad vancing on Manassas, our depot of sup plies, which had been necessarily left very weakly guarded. I hurried back to the Lewis House to communicate this important dispatch to Gen. John ston, aud both of us believing the infor mation to be authentic, I undertook to repair to the threatened quarter with Ewell's and Holmes' brigades, at that moment near the Lewis House, where they had just arrived, too late to take purt in the action. With these troops I engaged to attack the enemy vigorously before he could effect a lodgment ou our side of Bull Run, but asked to be re enforced as soon as practicable by such troops as might be spared from the Cen treville pursuit. Having reached the near vicinity of Union Mills ford without meeting any enemy, I ascertained to my surprise that the reported hostile passage was a false alarm growing out of some movements of our own troops (a part of Gen. D. R. Jones' brigade), who had been thrown across the run in the morning, pursuant to my offensive plan of operations for the day, and upon their return now to the south bank of the run were mis taken, through their similarity of uni form, for the Federals. I returned to intercept the march of the two brigades who were following me toward Union Mills, and as it was quite dark when I met them, and they were greatly jaded by their long march and countermarch during that hot July day, I directed them to halt and bivouac where they were. Hearing that President Davis and Gen. Johnston had goner to Manas sas, I returned and found them at my headquarters. This will explain to you why the par tial "retrogado movement " to which you refer waj made, and why no sustain ed vigorous pursuit of McDowell's army was made that evening. Any pursuit of the Federal-! next day, toward their ral lying point at and around the Long Bridge over the Potomac, could have led to no possible military advantage, protected as that position was by a sys tem of field works. No movement upon Washington by that route could have boen possible, for, even if there had been no such works, the bridge a mile in length was commanded by Federal ships of war, and a few pieces of artil lery or the destruction of a small part of the bridge could have made it's passage impracticable. Our ouly proper operation was to pass the Potomac above into Maryland, at or about Edwards' ferry, and march upon the rear of Washiugton. With the hope of undertaking such a movement, I had caused a reconuoisance of the country and shore (south of the Potomac) in that quarter to be made in the month of June, but the necessary transportation, even for tho ammunition essential to such a movement, hud not boen provided for my forces, notwithstanding my ap plication for it during more than a month beforehand, nor was there twenty-four hours' food at Manassas for the troops brought together for that battle. Overskirts fur Ladies. Overskiits abound, says the Bazar, aud instead of being diminished, they almost conceal the lower skirt, and in many cases are longer and wider than the close plain skirt worn under them, and of which only a part of the flounce on each side is shown. Tho front and sides cling as closely as they now do, and aro often cut bias, or else are ar ranged iu diagonal bhapo ; indeed, sometimes tho whole overskirt appears to be cut bias. The back is slightly bouffant, and has set drapery almost to the end. This is sometimes arranged ou long tapes, with several fastenings ou each tape, as described last week; in other dresses of rich material there is one long careless looking and soft puff sewed in shape down the back nearl to the end, aud made graceful by being cut bias. Facings, knife plaitiugs, and fringe trim the overskirts of silk or wool dresses; lace is much usod on grenadines and net over dresses. New polonaises aro the long plain habit garments we have already de scribed, and, like the new overskirts, almost conceal the dress skirt beneath them. All are Dead. The Idaho World telis a stoiy that seems almost incredible. One evening two years ago a party of ten of the prominent citizens of Idaho gave a re ception at Boise City. Now not one is living, all having met with violent deaths. One was killed by an insane man, another preferred laudanum to political disgrace, another blew his Drains out witn a pistol ball, one was murdered and his body concealed among the rocks, one fell down a mine shaft six hundred feet and was dashed to pieces, another was assassinated while, walking along the street, one fell out of a wagon and received fatal injuries about the head, one was killed in Washington Territory, and the last of the ten was scalped by Indians in eastern Idaho. THE MOTHER AS I) HER BOY. An Incident Told by Iter. Mr. ftloorir, the Kvancellut, In One or hl Mermoni. In England I was told about an only son these only sons are hard to bring up properly ; they have every whim and caprice gratified ; they nave grown np headstrong, self-willed, and obstinate, and make it miserable for any one to nave anything to do with tbem. Well, this son had a father something like him self in disposition. And one day a quarrel arose between them, and at last, as the son would not give in and own he was wrong, the father iu a fit of anger said that he Wished his son would leave his house aud never come back again. " Well," rejoined the boy (as angry as his father), " I will leave, and I never will enter your house again until you ask me." " Well, then, you won't come back in a hurry," replied his ' father. The boy then left. The father then gave up the boy, but the mother did not. Perhaps these men horo won't un derstand that, but you women do. A great many things will separate a man from his wife, a father from his son, but nothing iu the wide, wide world will ever separate a mother from her child. A jury can briug in a verdict against h r son ; the hisses may go up against him ; he is condemned to be hanged ; there is not a friendly paper to write an article in his favor. But if his mother be there, the boy has at least one eye to rest upou him, one heart to beat in sympathy with him. He is taken to the cold, damn cell aud loft to his fate. All forsake him but his mother. She comes there : she puts her arms around his neck ; sho kisses him ; sho would spend all the time with him if the officers would allow it. She cannot save him.' The day be fore his execution she see him for tho last time ; she has not the courage to see him in the shadow of the gallows. The supreme moment at length arrives ; he is led forth, and in a few minutes he dangles a corpse. Does the mother then forgot him ? No ; even now she goes to his grave, strews flowers upon it, and waters them with her tears. A mother's love is next to God's love. Death is stronger than everything else : yes, but with tho exception of one thing a mother's love. Death and decay may wreck a city, buildings may cease to exist, everything yields beforo him but a mother's love. To refer to the illus tration again : When tho father had given the boy up, he thought he would never ceme back, the mother was takon very sick. She had boen trying by every means in her power to enect a reconciliation between the father and son. When she found she could not re cover from her illness, she again re newed her efforts with all tho power of a mother's love. She wrote to her son, imploring him to ask his father's for giveness. He sent word back that he would not write to his father unless his father first wrote to him. "I will never come home until he asks me," he said. The mother began to get lower aud lower. Her husband at this time came to her bedside and asked if there was anything he could dofor her. "Yes.yes," she cried, " there is one thing you can send for my boy. That is tne only wish I have on earth that is not gratified. If you do not care for him while I am alive, who will care for him when I am gone ? I cannot bear to die and leave my child among strangers. Just let me see him and speak to him and I will die iu peace." The father said he could not send for him. He could, but he wouldn't. He did not want to. Tho mother has but a few hours now to live. She again beseeches her husband that he will send lor their son. The father said he would send a dispatch to him, but iu her name. " No, no ; that would not do." Well, he can stand it no long er, and he signs his own at the foot oi tho telegram. It was sent, and the moment the boy received it he took the first train home. The father was stand ing by the side of the bed wh'ii the son arrived. But when he saw the door open ne turned his back upou him aLd walked away. The mother grasped the hand of her boy aud pressed it agaiu and again, and kissed him fervently. " Oh ! just speak to your father, won't you 2 Just speak the first word." " No, mother, I will not speak to him until ho speaks to me." The excitement was too much and she was rapidly sinking. She told her husband she was dying, bhe now took his hand iu one of hers, and held the hand of her boy in the other, aud sought aud strove to bring about a re conciliation. But neither would speak. With her last strength she then placed the hand of the son into the hand of the father and sunk down into 1 he arms of death, and was borne by the angels into the kingdom of God. The father looked at the wife and then at the boy; he caught his eye ; they fell upon each other's neck, and there stood weeping by the bed of the departed. That is the illustration I have given, but it is not a fair illustration in this respect : God is not angry with us. With that excep tion it is a good illustration of reconcili ation. Christ brought the hand of the Father clear down to this world : He put the hand of the sinner into the hand of His Father and died that they might be reconciled. Yon have nothing to do then to bring about a reconciliation. God is already reconciled to us and is ready to save us. t A Mystery Solved. John Reeves, an oystermau, of Borden town, N. J., disappeared, and some days after a man who supplied him with oysters called' at his saioon, and not finding him inquired the cause. Some neighbors informed him that he had gone bunting and had not returned. The oyster dealer said : " I don't bo lieve that; I think Reeves is in his saloon dead." He made known his suspicions to the authorities, and ou bursting open the doors Reeves' body was found in tbe cellar, he having died in an apopleotio fit. A corouer's jury was summoned to view the body. - While looking at tbe corpse, William Garwood, one of the jurymen, fell in a fit, and, after being taken home, died in a few hours. ' A post-mortem examination was made of his body, and the doctors de clared that his death resulted from the inhalation of poisonous atmosphere that generated in the cellar from the- dead body of Reeves Items of Interest. A man can make himself as miserable as he needs to be by ' attempting to cor rect all the evils in the world. It has been found that in nearly every civilized country the tree that bears the most fruit for market is the axle-tree. According to the latest definition, a bachelor is a man who has lost the op portunity of making a woman miserable. Many persons have brought on serious sickness by holding on to the knob of the front door while standing in a draft, and speaking " last words to friends or visitors. " What is a conscience ?" asked- a schoolmaster of his class. "An inward monitor," replied a bright little fellow. "Aud what's a monitor?" " Ono of the ironclads." A man that will swear at the pig that neglected to eat the acorns that grew the tree from which came tho refractory piece of oak he is vainly trying to split, may bo said to have gotten down to the root of the thing. Let every man do his duty, this cen-rf tennial spring, beginning by clearing up all such rubbish about his yard as old boards, tin cans, broken bottles, lioop skirts, superannuated bustles, dead limbs, and caved-in barrels. An American in London has found that waste beer and the linsings of beer glasses are sopped or swabbed up with ragx, which are then squeezed and made to yield a cheap drink to be sold the next day to unsuspecting Britons. A young lady dressed in much false hair was warbling at the piano, nud when her mother summoned her to assist in some houx-hold duties, her rosy lips opened pontingly and she snapped out, "Oh, do it yourself r'.And then she went on singin? : " ivind words can never die." A few years ago you could sit np and talk philosophy with a girl all night ; but now if you stay after one or two o'clock in the morning the old peoplo begin to pound on tho floor up stairs for you to go. Wo don't mind it our selves, but we can't help feeling for the girls. The peoile of Great Britain consume on an average five and a half bushels of wheat annually per individual. Tho number to be fed is about 33,000,000. The crop the past year is estimated at 72,000,000 bushels. This opens a demand for about 100,000,000 bushels from other countries. A Mexican girl has just been discover ed with three well-developed arms. Any well regulated husband, contemplating this singular freak of nature, can't but reflect how convenient the third hand would be to hold him in position by the hair while the other two warmed his jacket with a broomstick. The Franklin (Ky.) Patriot says : We notice seventy-five cents shirts ad vertised in our city exchanges. We shall never insult our manhood by get ting into such a cheap rag as that. No rather lot us continue to deceive an unsuspecting public with a paper collar skillfully pinned to the crater of a close buttoned vest. Said a little boy to his mother the other morning: " Ma, I had the beanti- fulest dream last night you ever saw. I dreamt that I wouldn't go to school and that you went out into the yard and cut a great long switch, but just as you was going to give me an awful dressiu' the world came to an end I Didn't I get out of it easy, though ?" A Santa Cruz county man's house was recently robbed by three tramps, who took a quantity of clothing. He followed them several miles iuto the mountains, overtook them, and started them back. Becoming tired of watch ing them, he tied them to trees, gave them a sound thrashing, and them turn ed them loose, one at a time, and went home rejoicing. In the treatment of burns in the chari ty hospital, New York, when of a super ficial character, a preparation consisting of two parts of collodion and one of olive oil has been found to be very effi cacious. When the burn is of an exten sive character, gasoline proves of de cided benefit. Tho advantage of gaso line is that it is of the right con sistence, and does not become rancid. About 20,000,000 tons of coal are mined yearly fn Pennsylvania. In the mines, umvrought, it is worth fifty cents a ton, or $10,000,000; mined aud brought to tho surface, it is worth $1.50 a ton, or $30,000,000 ; ground, broken, and placed on tne cars, it is worth $2.50 a ton, or $50,000,000; delivered at the boundaries of the State or on shipboard, it is worth on an average $5.50, or $110,000,000, which is the sum annually paid to Pennsylvania for coal. Thoughts for Saturday Sight. Too much idleness, I have observed, fills up a man's time much more com pletely, and leaves him less his own mas ter, than any sort of employment what soever. That acknowledgment of weakness which we make in imploring to h from hunger, aud from temptation, is surely wisely put in our daiiy prayer. Think of it, you who are ncn, ana lane heed how you turn a beggar away. Prejudices, it is well know, m tue most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been louaeueu or fertilized by education; tuey grow there as firm as weeds among rocks. There is no weariness like that which rises from doubting, from the perpetual jogging of unfixed reason. The tor ment oi suspense is very great ; and as soon as the wavering, perplexed mind begins to determine, be the determina tion whion way soever, it will nud itself at ease. He who can wait for what he desires takes tho course not to be exceedingly grieved if he fails of it. He, on the contrary, who labors after a thing too impatiently, thinks the success, when it comes, is not a recompense equal to all the pains he has been about it. It is the most beautiful truth in morals that we have no such thing as a distinct or divided interest from our race. In their welfare is ours ; and, by choosing the", broadest paths to effect their hap piness, we choose the surest and the shortest to oar own. .
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