i . . . ffiili HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. VII. KIDGWAY, ELK COTOTY, PA., THURSDAY.- OCTOBER 25, 1877. KO. 36. " " ... ... -,.-,. , . , - - .i. i . , . . . . . , . Girl and Woman. BY FANNIE B. ROD1N80N. " Be will come, will come," she aid And her breath wan like the aonth, And the sun lay on her head, And the morning ronnd her month ; And she smiled across the sea In her girlhood's surety. "He will come in ship of state, Like a conqneror to his own, With a bearing kingly, great, That shall lean to me alone Laying all his glory down For my kingdom, sword and crown. " And the sword I shall restore For the high deeds yet to be, Bince no life of knightly yore, Vowed to rarest ministry, With his prowess shall begin Who has wifely arms to win. " But the crown I'll fling afar, Smiling soft to hear him say, Love, there shineth star nor bar Like your smiling on my way ; Leaves of bay would fall and fade Where your lightest touch hag staid." "Other maidens may be fair ; He will whisper close and low, That my love's beyond compare With the beauty they bestow ) While because he stoops to me, I shall grow most fair to gee." Bo I left her on the shore When the dawn was growing day And the white ships, drifting o'er, Leaned and listened to her lay ; And the waves, to others dumb, . Laughed and whispered : " He will come.' Bo I found her on the shore When the harbor lights were dim And the expectant curves of yore Something sweeter seemed to limn ; Still she waited love's surprise With the youngness in her eyes. Still the murmured : "He will come : Days and sails are drifting by ; Other ships go laden home, Bright with golden argosy ; And the chip for which 1 wait Droppeth anchor soon or late. "I shall know him, though he stands With the slain years fronting him ; Though he reach untendcr hands Of a warrior worn and grim ; Though the smile I go to meet Shine through tempest and defeat " For the billows will have brought All their burden to his strength, And the winds have fed his thought, Till his kingdom 'stretch at length 1 rm the power and peace of seas To all loves and mysteries "And leeauso October holds Mora of spring-time than the spring, And because all harvest folds Doth the bu 1 and blossoming, Hu shall And my patience sweet And my nnvowed f.iith complete." Ho I left her on the shore, Does ho come? I oikly know That the n.oou for evermore Draws the ti.les, and, swift or slow, Bound, or biirrcd, or flowing free, Every river findj its tea. LAUREL SPRING. I whs having rny till of fashionable life. A hnud's-brendth from me there were diamonds Hashing, there were priceless silks gleaming mid trailing aloug a polished floor, there were lights and perfume mid music, aud a splendid company, smiling uud graceful and gracious, were going through the figures of a quadrille. Others were promenud ing; others were chatting in gay groups. Just past the window where L stood, a pair of these radiant creatures swept at this moment, the lady coquetting with her jeweled fun. I could hare put forth my hand and touched her as she passed so near, and yet so far apart from me. A stately picture, set in a costly frame, having nothing in common with such every-day, toil worn folks as the people who stood looking on from without, and among whom Jacob and I, lured by the lights anil music, had stolen up. It was the piazza of the grand hotel at Liaurel bpring, aucl a grand ball was in progress. Ah, how beautiful it all was ! It seemed like a kaleidoscope of ievJla, flashing, changing, alluring, as I stood there at the window looking through IIow should I look in just such a silk? how would Jacob appear in just such ft white vest and elegant dress suit ? I looked up at Jacob. lie was a tall, brawny fellow, was Jacob, and he was my husband, and I hod got so used to seeing him in that blun shirt working afield that I could not fit him into the fashionable rig to my satisfaction. But I said, ecstatically: "Don't they look beautiful, Jacob ?" But Jacob answered never a word. He stood there at my side, looking on absorbed. Again the music sounded, and the splendid movement on the floor kept time to it. It so wrought upon me that m spite of my Quaker bringing up, ieu my lieart Dealing quick, ana m feet putting themselves in motion. " Oh, ieu't it beautiful I" I said again, clasping my hands by way of steadying myself. "It's a grand play," said Jacob, gruffly, " and I suppose we've got a right to applaud it if we like." "Ah, but, Jake, jealous old Jake, whv don't you own up that it's beauti ful?" "Pshaw!" said Jacob, impatiently; " T see nothing beautiful about it. It's all a commercial affair the whole thing bought and paid for. These shoddy shop keepers and officeholders and oil-diggers, and heaven knows what all, send their women folks here to keep trade going for nothing else under the sun but to bargain and haggle and ogle for places and power and money." " Then it's business," said I, admir "gl.T ; for I was determined to lure Jacob out of his moodiness. "Well, I never have seen business look so fair and desirable, Jake unless, "I added, laugh ing, "when I've eaught a glimpse of jrou.( working afield in your old straw "Ah, that's different story a differ ent story indeed," was the grave reply. "That's business of another sort, Mattie; grinding, hard work, and too much of it. And this summer, confound it I failure at the end of it all. Ah, Mattie, you don't know what a load I've carried under that old straw hat I" Ah, but I did. Many a time I had seen Jacob working afield with a shadow on his face that was not made by the brim of that old straw hat. He was revolving bitter things now, I knew, as he stood there a spectator of the revelry. "Little Mattie," said he presently, " you've as good a right to be there as the rest of them, my wee woman." I laughed. I did not want to be there, and I had no desire to represent oom inercial interests. But Jacob was grasp ing my arm with an almost painful grip. "By heavens I" he said, his gray eye lighting up with a strange fire, "I thought so. There's Stephen Bisdala yonder 1 the villain that robbed me the villain that got my land in his grip, with his mortgages and his trust-deeds, and satan knows what. He's there with the best of 'em the man that got a fore closure on ine, and left me to scrape and screw witli the fag end of all my acres, and to grind a living out of the rocks I A gentleman is he, with a diamond stud and a gold chain bought with the money for which I've been a bond-slave for life. But I'll have it out of him 1" As Jacob uttered these words he lifted his hand and struck sharply the broad window sill. My heart gave a great throb. I thought that every one in the great assembly must stop and stare at us. But the music sounded loudly, the dancing went on, aud no one seemed to heed us. As we went down the steps I saw " Jig ger Jim," the village idiot, grimacing and gesticulating and mimicking the dancing, with a group of village folk nodding and applauding and urging him on, and I was glad that no one had heard Jake's words. Jacob had been reputed a little wild ; n good many wise old folk had shook their heads when we came together. It was said he had run through with all his thrifty father's money, had been wasteful and speculative nud dissipated, and had none of the thrifty qualities and fore handedness deemed po essential among the orderly farming people of Laurel neighborhood. Some said I would surely repent if I married him. Had the time for repentance come now ? Well, we had not been prosperous this year, and Jacob's farming had been inarred by drought and blight. Well do I remember the aspect of that blighted corn field, from which we had expected so much. It reminded me of a troop of weather-beaten soldiers that I saw once returning home in the latter days of the war, jaded, dispirited, and with ragged banners trailing in the dust. No music, no cheers of welcoming voices, no hats off, to welcome their re turn. So, wearily, with dejected heads and thin long leaves unlifted, our corn Held trailed on the hill-side. Something of this demoralization had perhaps entered into our household a sort of nameless shadow, a bleak and blighting something, against which no energy and no activity could avail. We were young, you see, and had, as it were, just commenced life, aud it was .hard to know that things were going wrong with us from the beginning. But Jake was still a hero in my eyes, aud I loved him well, aud it was to lure him a little from the impalpable gloom that was settling about ua that I pro posed this evening stroll. It was late when we returned, but Jacob seemed in no wise inclined to re tire. He walked about, restless and reticent . The place seemed too small for liim ; his tall figure seemed to contract its limited space, as he moved to and fro, till it was almost a relief to see him step from the doorway and silently stride down the road. It was no new thing for him to walk off the "blues" in that way ; aud I never intruded upon these moods, when he appeared to mentally net me aside as one' who could not share in the thoughts that were urging him. Generally he came back out of these morose fits more loving and kinder than ever, and this was joy enough. But to-night I was restless too. I wandered down to the gate and watched his tall figure as, with a deep shadow stalking after it in the moonlight, it dis appeared down the turn of the road. I fell into a reverie standing there a reverie of I know not how long duration. I was roused from it by the appearance on the road of Jigger Jim's distorted figure. We were very good friends, Jigger Jim and myeelf, and lie had once siguified his high appreciation of our friendship by presenting me with a huge brass button. His glee, when I pinned this ou my dress like a brooch, was in describable. This time he stopped in the road and doffed his cap a courtesy only extended to certain dignitaries of the village on rare occasions. Jigger understood " manners," but deemed them too good for ordinary use. He was in high spirits, apparently; laughed his strange guttural laugh, pointed to the moon sparkling above us, then to his breast, and was hugely pleased when I indicated that the diamonds he had seen down at the ball were like that. fr Then, elevating his claw-like fingers, he iWuve a great leap, as if to gra6p the serene planet, and pointing to my shawl and drapery, left me to infer that he would like to see me bedizened with something as lustrous as the moon and the diamonds. Smiling as- the harmless fellow went his way, I bethought me that it was late, and began to wonder why Jacob did not come back.' I concluded, after a while, that I would stroll down the road and meet him it was so solitary at the house, and the night was so alluring. After you passed a certain turn of the road you came almost in sight of the sea shore. People said this was a bleak and solitary place in winter time. Now it was rarely lovely. I gave a long, free breath as I looked. No wonder Jacob lingered abroad on such a night as this. So smiling sweet was the scene that I forgot the weight upon my heart, and wan. dered on aimlessly, childishly, thinking of nothing but its beauty. A little way up, the dusk shadow of the rocks out sharply into the silver of the shore. I could imagine that on stormy days this place might wear a forbidding aspect. In old times it was said that smnairlAra had lurked about those rocks, hidden in their overhanging ledges, and creeping to their cave in that very shadow. A useful shadow it must have been to them, I said to myself. How could any one discern them, as (hey lay there on the sand, watching for their boat ? Peering into the shadow with this thought on my mind, I felt my heart for a moment al most cease beating, for there on the sands, in that very shadow, a man lay asleep, apparently. The next moment it occurred to me that Jacob, wearied out with his day's work had fallen asleep down here. He had done so once before, poor f el tow, though that was before nightfall. i approoched very cautiously, thinking perhaps he might be playing a practical joke on me, as he used to do sometimes in the old days. But it was not Jacob. The sleeper, whoever he was, was not so tall ; he was slight, and elegantly dressed, apparently. But I went no nearer. Something thrilled me like an electric shock a weird and preternatural telegram. This was the man whom Jacob hod pointed out to me, lying here prone and insensible. And where was Jacob ? Then I gathered courage and ap proached him. I touched him with my trembling hands, but he did not move. It was Death, then, keeping watch by the moonlit shore Death that had lured me on to come down and meet him here, terrible and face to face. I turned and fled down the sands, wildly, with flying feet, to escape the vision of terror that chased me as I went. At my own threshhold, stunned and fainting, I sonk upon the stepping-stone. A figure standing in the doorway stooped and lifted me up. " Why, Mattie ! why, how is this, my lass ? I thought you safe in bed 1" I withdrew from the embracing arms ; I stood aloof, shivering and gasping. " I have been down down to the sea shore " " And something has scared the wee woman," said Jacob, in his most win some and soothing tone. "Well, rest a bit, rest a bit, poor little birdie." The sweetness and softness of his voice as he said these words seemed to me like that of one who feels the hour of eternal separation draw near. He came toward me. I held up my hands beseechingly. "Do not come near me now, Jacob. Oh, not now, for I have seen I have seen a terrible sight down on the sands. Stephen Risdale" Jacob's face gathered color, his eye shot fire. " Did he insult yon, the vil lain ?" he said. "He is dead," I answered, sharply and suddenly. "Dead!" repeated Jacob. "Oh, come away, come away, Mattie ; the moonlight has made yon daft." " I wish that it had," I cried, bitterly. "Oh, I wish that it had." Jacob picked up his hat, which lay upon the shore. "Come, Mattie," he said, "let us go down that wny again; it's some ill shadow, I doubt, has unsettled your nerves. Come !" He took me by the arm, not roughly, but hastily, and hurried me up the road at a breathless pace. It was not long before we came to the great shadow of the rock where I had seen the figure lying. But it was not on the spot where I hud left it. A strange relief, the light ness from a terrible load, came to my heart it seemed as if I had really been dreaming. Jacob laughed. "Yon fairly scored me, little woman," ho said. At that moment I heard a rustling in the bushes fringing the foot of the rock, and turning my strained eyes thither, I saw a figure sitting there. It made the blood tingle in my veins, that sight, for this drooping recumbent shape was a living man, at least. It was, indeed, Stephen Risdale, and when Jacob awkwardly but determinedly drew near, we saw that he was stunned and brunisri, that the frill of his shirt was torn, and the splendid diamond was gone from his breast. Looking down from the rocks at that moment I saw the broad warped face of Jigger Jim. He nodded to me know ingly, putting his finger to his lips, then uttering one of his ear-splitting yells, scrambled out of sight. " What sort of idiots are all you people nere, gospea tue victim, as the ape like figure disappeared, " that you let a crazy dog like that prowl around with out a keeper ?" Jacob mado some gentle answer. He was thinking, perhaps, of the hard words he had spoken that evening. He touched the injured man teuderly with his strong hands, and helped him to his feet. " We are all idiots, more or less, I be lieve," said Jacob. Stephen looked about him warily. " He was coming back to finish the job, I suppose, if you had not come to the rescue." We took Stephen Bisdale to our own house that night and cared for him ten derly. It was loug before he fully recovered, but nursing him was a real pleasure to me. I was full of rejoicing. This man who might have been a vision of terror to me all my life, this man whom we had fo strangely and unwittingly rescued this was but a man after all, and not a fiend. Sickness cleared away some fogs from his brain, and rendered his mental vision clearer. He had done wrong ; he was willing to make restitution. That acquisitiveness which is the moral con dition of a shrewd business man melts like frost in the fever of illness. Stephen swore that he would have Jig ger shut up from fnrther harm-doing, and he did so. But the diamond which Jigger had secreted baffled all search. It was only by long manoeuvring and a craftiness rivaling his own that it was finally recovered. One day, with secret trembling (al though I knew that Jacob and Stephen were following within call), I allured him up the crags overhanging the water; and there, with frantic gesticulations and inarticulate mouthings, and idiotic shouts of laughter, the jewel was deliv ered to my keeping, and I carried it home like a princess, Jigger Jim clap ping his hands with satisfaction to see it flashing on my breast. He had stolen the gem for me, poor Jigger, and I was sorry to reward him so treacherously. He had stolen it for me, and Stephen Bisdale declared it should be mine for ever. It is mine. I see it shining now in a harvest of plenty from our restored acres. I see it flashing in Jacob's glad, bright eyes. Stephen Risdale, when he came up this fall, declared that ours was the brightest little place he ever was in. And well it may be, for there is no shadow now there never will be again between Jacob and myself. Harper's Weekly. Cutting a Medicine Stone. The News of Charleston, S. C, has the following : A number of ladies and gentlemen assembled at the tent of Gen eral Hunt, in Summerville, recently, to witness what is seldom seen in America, or in any other country the cutting and dissection of a bezoar, or medicine stone. At the appointed hour the beau tiful gem was placed on the table, in spected and admired by all present. Professor Holmes then gave a short des cription of the bezoars found in Eastern countries, comparing them with those of America, or more properly of South Car olina. The name bezoar was, he said, derived from the Persian words "pa za liar," which signifies against poison. In the East they are called medicine stones ; in Africa, hag stones or charm stones. The specimen exhibited on this occasion is about the size of a large hen's egg, of a mottled yellow color, with a tint of brown, having its entire surface highly Eolished. The polish is natural, coused y the action of the muscles of the stom ach of the animal in which it was found upon each layer of mineral matter de posited. A piece of scantling having been pre pared and mortised with a cavity just large enough to contain the stone, it was imbedded therein firmly with plaster of Paris, the better to prevent flaking or crumbling, to which, from its laminated and brittle structure, it is peculiarly lia ble. With a very fine and highly tem pered saw, it was then cut longitudinally through the middle, which took but a few minutes. During the cutting some little excitement was evinced as to what the nucleus or contents of the stone would prove to be. Upon opening the bezoar the nucleus proved to be a large aud perfect acorn, which several gentlemen present imme diately recognized as that of the white oak. It was covered by four layers of laminae of a mineral substance, com posed generally of phosphates aud car bonates of lime and iron, and some silex. The mold of the acorn is very perfect, having all the external markings of the fruit. There are two impressions, ap parently made oy the teeth of the animal before swallowing the nut. Acorns are favorite food of Carolina deer. During the autumnal months their tracks are almost always to be found under the oaks of the forest which have borne acorns. This is the third specimen of a bezoar that has heen cut and examined by Pro fessor Holmes, aud we believe tile only cues ever "dissected in America. The The nucleus found in the flist bezoar was a flattened ball or buckshot with a fragment of the skin and a few hairs ; the animal had undoubtedly been woun ded six years before it had been killed, as there were six layers or laminae of mineral matter surrounding the buck shot. The second bezoar cut contained a pebble of quartz. A Literal Rendering. While Mark H. Duncan had charge of the academy at Bridgetown, he gave to one of his Latin classes direction that on the following day each scholar should bring in a Latin rendering of his own name. If any of them should be at fault he would prefer that they would not seek assistance from others, but come as near to a proper rendering as they could. On the next day, ns had been direct ed, the members of that 'class brought forward eacli a slip of paper with his name written thereon in Latin. Mr. Duncan looked them over, and smiled more than once. At length he took up ft slip bearing the following : "Johannes Nemus Homo." After scratching his head over the problem for a while, he read it aloud, and asked who wrote it. An aspiring youth, from the region of the Crooked River Interval, arose, and acknowledged himsels as the author. The preceptor beckoned for him to come forward. "My young friend, did you write this for the Latin rendering of your name ?" "Sartin!" "Johannes Nemus Homo?" " Eggszactly." "But, isn't that a little for-f etched ? a little over-done?" ' Really, sir, I can't see it. My name is John Woodman. Johannes is Latin for John ; Nemus is Latin for Wood ; and Homo is Latin for man. Ain't that so?" The preceptor, in a certain sse, felt himself cornered, and after a little thought, while the school tittered, he tapped his finger upon his forehead sig nificantly, remarking at the same time : "Ah, John. I'm afraid there's some thing loose up here 1" "Shouldn't wonder," returned John Woodman ; and then tapping his own forehead in like manner, he added, with emphasis, "but it's all right up here, you bet!" Duncan was cornered then, surely ; and he allowed Johannes Nemus Homo to resume his seat without further argu ment. But that was not the end. Years have elapsed since that day, and even now the man who keeps the store at Woodman's Corner is often called by his old school, mates, "Johannes Nemus Homo." Sour dfrapes. There is a grope arbor in front of a house on Macomb street, and the tempt ing clusters of black grapes make more than the pedestrian's mouth water. A boy about ten years old softly opened the gate yesterday forenoon and passed in. When he came out, fifteen seconds later, he was only sixteen inohes in ad vance of the family dog, and he seemed greatly embarrassed. " Hello, bub, been in after grapes ?" asked a pedestrian. " N-no, sir," stammered the lad ; I-I went in to see if they wa- wan ted to adopt an orphan, but they didn't s-seem to o-oare niuoh about it !" "I see they have grapes in there," observed the man. " Y-yes, sir, but grapes ain't good this time o year they p-pucker the mouth all up.' Detroit Free Frett, Learn Your Business. A young man in a leather store used to feel very impatient with his employer for keeping him, year after year, for three years "handling hides." But he saw the use of it in after years, when in an establishment of his own he was able to tell by a touch the exact quality of the goods. It was only by those thou sands of repetitions that the lesson was learned, and so it is with everything in which we acquire skill. The great army of "incapables" is large euough ; we should none of us willingly join its ranks. The half-informed, half-skilled in every business outnumber the others, dozens to one. It was a good suggestion, wor thy of being remembered, which Daniel Webster mode to a young man who aBked him if there was any "room in the legal profession." " There is always room," said the great statesman. The better you know your business the better your chances to rise. If you drone through your allotted tasks with out keeping a wide awake lookout on all that goes on about yon your progress will be needlessly slow. You can gather much information by making a wise use of your eyes and ears, and, perhaps, be able to surprise your employer in an emergency by stepping into the "next man's" place and discharging his duties satisfactorily. A fine lit'tlo lad, some twelve years old, was employed in a telegraph office in a Southern town last year when the yellow fever raged so fearfully in that section. All the operators were down with it and others sent on by the com pany were attacked. No one knew that the lad understood the business, but he had picked it up and kept up communi cation between the town and the outer world all the time the fever lasted. Ex-Governor Morgan was once a clerk in a store in Waterford. A trip to New York was an event in those days, but the young man had proved so faithful that he was intrusted with several commis sions, among them being one to buy corn. He came back in due time in the old stage coach, and inquiries were made about the corn. The price was very sat isfactory, but the old gentleman was afraid it could not be good at so low a price. A handful which the young man pulled from his pocket convinced him, but what was his amazement to find that he had bought two cargoes. "Why Edwin, what shall we do with it ?" he asked in consternation. "I have disposed of all you don't want," said Edwin, "at an advance. I stopped in stores as I came along. I could have disposed of three cargoes if I had had them. The profits were clear, and his employ er said the next morning, " We will let some one else do the sweeping," and Edwin was made a partner, though un der twenty one. If you have a talent for business it will be found. A Russian "Sport." Nothing perhaps more strikingly ex emplifies the physical fortitude of the Russian peasants than one of their na tional sports a Strang mixture of Brit ish boxing and Japanese harikari. The nature of this sport will appear from the following description: by a traveler in Russia of what he witnessed : A stalwart- Rubh, some six feet high, was being pun ished by mi adversary fully six inches shorter than himself in a most atrocious fashion. The blows fell upon his head and face one after the other, being dealt with a slow swinging deliberation and received with such apparent thankful ness that for some moments our aston ishment was too great to inquire of the admiring spectators around what it all meant. We were told, to our no less surprise, that this was a Russian boxing match the object being, not for the ad versaries to inflict the greatest amount of punishment npou each other, but to see which one received the greater num ber of blows before calling for quarter. On another occasion, we learn from the same authority, the actors were a stal wart Boyard and a still more stalwart serf. The contest took place in the vil lage inn, on a challenge from the Boy ard. The trial was to bo proceeded with by turns of three blows each, the Boyard commencing. He dealt the serf a tre mendous blow full in the mouth, cuttirg his lips and bruising them almost to a pulp. The second blow was dealt on the nose, which forthwith disap peared. The third closed up one of his eyes, but not a sound did the victim ut ter, nor did a musclo twitch in his man gled face. The Boyard now put himself in position to pass his examination ; but whether he was simply acting as one of those choice dessert fruits that are put on the table on the tacit understanding that they are not to be touched, or whether the serf was too conscious of his power could not be satisfactorily deter mined ; anyhow the serf, having raised his fist with an ominous swing, brought it with a tremendous sweep against the edge of the massive porcelain stove and knocked a piece out of it the size of a man's head, observing at the same time that he did not wish to mess the room with the " master's " brains. After this horrible description we need not wonder at auy tales of Russian endurance. The Grain Yield of 1877. The grain crop of the United States this autumn is a vast increase over that of any preceding year in the history of the country. It amounts in the two principal 'cereals, wheat and com, to 325,000,000 bushels of the former, and 1,280,000,000 of the latter, according to the careful estimates of Mr. Walker, the statistician of the New York Produce Ex change. The increase in England's im portation of breadstuff's from this conn- try in the year ending Aug. 31, 1877, amounted to almost as much as the average of her importations during the ten years preceding. Of corn alone she took out 33,000,000 bushels. Her total importation was about 80,000.000 bush' els, of which 60,000,000 were from this country, and 20,000,000 from southeast ern Europe. The importation of corn into Germany, France and the United Kingdom promises to increase lartrelv. as of late years a general tendency to re sort to it as food for stock, instead of oats and cut feed, has been manifest It is found to be one-third cheaper, in Eng land, than the material hitherto employ ed for that use. Germany's supply will, however, be drawn mainly from Hun. era rv A7.. 1. tt. . BUKUOINE'S SURRENDER. Aa Interesting; Accaant of thetl'apltnlatlon Merlin or Burgoyne and Uates Mill, taty leneroflty and Delicacy. At eleven o'clock on the morning of the 17th of October, 1777, the royal army left their fortified camp, and form ed in line on the meadow just north of Jnsn (Jreek, at its junction with the Hudson. Here they left their cannon and small arms. With a longing eye the artillery man looked for the last time upon his faithful gun, parting with it as from his bride, and that forever. With tears trickling down his bronzed cheeks, the bearded grenadier stacked his musket to resume it no more. Others in their rage knocked off the butts of their arms, and the drummers stamped their drums to pieces. Immediately after the surrender, tlio British took up their march for Boston, whence they expected to embark, and bivouacked the first night in their old encampment at the foot 'of the hill where Frazer was buried. As they de posited their arms, they passed between the Continentals, who were drawn up in parallel lines. But on no face did they see exultation. "As we passed the American army," writes Lieutenant Anbury, one of the captured pincers, and bitterly prejudiced against his con querors, " I did not observe the least disrespect, or even a taunting look, but all was mute astonishment and pity ; and it gave ns no little comfort to notice this civil deportment to a captured enemy, unsullied with the exulting aid of victors." The English general having expressed a desire to be formally introduced to Gates, Wilkinson arranged an interview a few moments after the capitulation. In anticipation of this meeting, Bur- goyne had bestowed the greatest care upon his whole toilet, tie had attired himself in full court dress, and wore costly regimentals and a richly decorated hat witn streaming, plumes. Uates, on the contrary, was dressed merely in a plain blue overcoat, which had upon it scarcely anything indicative of his rank. Upon the two generals first catching a glimpse of each other, they stepped for ward simultaneously, and advanced until only a few steps apart, when they halted. The .English general took on his hat. and making a polite bow, said " The fortune of war, General Gates, has made me your prisoner." The American gen eral m reply, simply returned his greet ing, and said, "I shall always be ready to testify that it has not been through any fault of your excellency." As soon as the introduction was over, the other captive generals repaired to the tent of Gates, where they were received with the utmost courtesy, and with the con sideration due to brave but unfortunate men. After Riedesel had been presented to Gates, he sent forhis wile and children. It is to this circumstance that we owe the portraiture of a lovely trait in Gen eral Schuyler's character. " In the passage through the Americun camp," the baroness writes, " I observed, with great satisfaction, that no one cast at us scornful glances ; on the coutrary, they all greeted me, even showiug compas sion on their countenances at seeing a mother with her little children in such a situation. I confess I feared to come into the enemy's camp, as the thing was so entirely new to me. When I ap proached the tents, a noble-looking niau came toward me, took the children out of the wagon, embraced and kissed them, and then, with tears in his eyes, helped me also to alight. He then led me to the tent of Ueueral Hates, with whom I found Generals Burgoyne aud Phil lips, who were upon un extremely friendly footing with him. Presently the man, who had received me so kindly came up and said to me. It may be era barrasBing to you to jline with all those gentlemen ; come now with vonr chil dren into my tent, where I will give you, it is -true, a frugal meal, but one that will be accompanied by the best of wishes.' ' You are certainly,' answered I, ' a husband aud a father, since you show me so much kindness.' I then learned that he was the American Gen eral Schuyler." The English and German generals dined with the American commander in his tent on boards laid across barrels. The dinner, which was served up in four dishes, consisted only of ordinary viands, the Americans at this period being ac customed to plain aud frugal meals. The drink on this occasion was cider, and rum mixed with water. Burgoyne appeared in excellent humor. He talk ed a great deal, and spoke very flatter ingly of the Americans, remarking. among other things, that he admired the number, dress, and discipline of their army, and above ail, the decorum and regularity that were observed. " Your fund of men," he said to Gates, " is inex haustible ; like the Hydra's head, when cut off, seven more spring up in its stead." He also proposed a toast to General Washington an attention that Gates returned by drinking the health of the Jung of England. The conversa tion on both sides was unrestrained, affable, and free. Indeed, the conduct of Gates throughout, after the terms of the surrender had been adjusted, was marked with equal delicacy and magna uiminity, as Burgoyne himself admitted in a letter to the Earl of Derby. In that letter the captive general particular ly mentioned one circumstance, which. he said, exceeded all he had ever seen or read of on a like occasion. It was that when the British soldiers had marched out of their camn to the place where they were to pile their arms, not a man of the American troops was to be seen, General Gates having ordered his whole army out of sight, that not one of them should be a spectator of the humil lation of the British troops. This was a refinement of delicacy and of military generosity and politeness, reflecting the highest credit upon the conqueror. As the company rose from the table. the royal army filed past on their jnarch to the seaboard. Thereupon, by preoon certed arrangement, the two generals stepped out, and Burgoyne, drawing his sword, presented it. in the presence of the two armies, to ueneral Uates. The latter received it with a courteous bow and immediately returned it to the van. quished general. JIarper't Magazine, in the play of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," is a we now witn two cnuaren. Items of Interest The point of death The bayonet. A porter in a Southern hotel was worth $250,000 five years ago. The greatest heat which the feet will bear in water is 100 degrees. Oxford. Ala., a town of 1,200 mnapi- tants, boasts of more than twenty men, whose weights exceed 200 pounds each. Eggs are kept fresh for years in Soot- land by rubbing them with oil or bntter, when newly laid, so as to stop the pores. Why are some women very much like tea-kettles? Because they sing away pleasantly, and then all at once boil over. The grounds surrounding the war monument at Berlin are to be paved with stones from the several battle-fields of the Franco-Prussian war. A North Carolina girl pierced her ears in order to get a pair of earrings, and got instead a four-and-a-half-pound tu mor, which a surgeon has removed. Norristown Herald: "Old Windica- tions" is what the Graphic calls him. There is a great deal of blow abot him, that s a fact ; and he often dis-gusts us, too." Girls, whose opinion about such things is always valuable, say there is too much shirt collar and too little young man in the present fashions to suit their taste. " now to Make a Good Boot Last,'' says an exchange. Tlie beBt way is to leave the boot up stairs in the back room closet. It will then last till the mold grows over it. The St. Louis Globe-Democrat has come to the conclusion that the only way to bring out a full vote in that city would be to advertise, "A fried oyster given away after every ballot." Rhinebeck Gazette: It is true that philosophy can account for most things, bnt it has always failed to figure out a cat's reason for placing its tail where the dining-room chairs can alight on it. One of the smartest women in New York is said to be Miss Juliet Corson, superintendent of the New York cooking school. With her lives Dr. Sarah U. Brayton, a lovely, intellectual woman, and an excellent physician. SHE UNDERSTOOD HIM. A pensive mood came over me ; I remarked with many a sigh, " The frost and cold will soon be here, The landscape change to brown and sere, And all things green will die." She looked sweet sympathetic, And the tears stood in her eye. As she murmured in a voice divine, l'lacing her lily hand in mine, " I'm sorry, bnt Good-bye." Speaking of the hard times which pre vailed in this country thirty-five years ago, Mr. Ticknor wrote to Sir Charles Lyell, nuder date November, 1843 : " There has been great sutlenng m all our States, and in some like Indiana and Illinois, a proper currency has disap peared, and men have been reduced to barter in t he common business of every day life. What you saw in Philadelphia was nothing to the crushing insolvency ot the West and South. The very post oilices felt the effects of it men with large landed estates being unable to take out their letters, because they could not pay the postage in anything the govern ment olhcers could properly receive. Words of Wisdom. Ho is a wise who never acts without reason, and never against it. The begiuning of auger is foolishness, and its end is repentance. He who pretends to be everybody's particular friend is nobody's. If you do what you should not, you must bear what you would not. The imagination is of so delicate a tex ture that even words wound it. If we lack the sagacity to discriminate nicely between our acquaintances and our friends, our misfortune will readily do it for us. It is not so easy as philosophers tell us to lay aside our prejudices ; mere volition cannot enable us to divest our selves of long-established feelings, and reason is averse to laying aside theories it has once been taught to admire. Hath any wronged thee ? Be bravely avenged ; slight it, and the work is begun ; forgive, and its finished, lie is below himself, that is not above an injury. It is often better to have a great deal of harm happen to one than a little ; a greut deal may rouse you to remove what a little will only accustom you to endure. The great man should retire occa sionally from the stage to avoid weary ing admiration ; for however brilliant the sun may be, it would be wrong for it never to set. A Hundred Scents on the Dollar. The other day Mr. Middlerib stopped at a grocery and bought some onions, giving the grocer a two dollar bill. Among the change handed back to the customer was an old one dollar bill. It had been taken in that morning for kero sene oil, and there was just a dash of the oil on it, that had been spilled in the morning. Then the grocer had laid it on a pile of codfish while he fixed the stopper in the oil can. Then he had it ou his hand while he cut off a couple of pieces of cheese, and the cheese on the bill struggled with the codfish and kero sene for pre-emince. Then it got a lit tle touch of mackerel and a little tinc ture of stale egg on it, and at last the grocer stuffed it into his pocket along with a plug of tobacco, and finally, when Middlerib got it with his onions, he held it to his nose once or twice, sniffed it with an investigating air, and at last walked out of the store with a , cheerful countenance, saying : " By George, we're all right now. Good times are here again, and the govern ment is paying one hundred scents on the dollar. Burlington Hawkey e. Facts Worth Knowing. Keep tea in a close chest or cannister. Keep ooffee by itself, as its odor affects other articles. Keep bread and cake in a tin box or stone jar. Cranberries will keep all winter in ft firkin of water in a cellar. Oranges and lemons keep best wrapped n paper and if possible laid in ft drawer 4
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