C ‘l N r ) L 1 41 F*i t C*'- (4) J tL Paper-lenotelt to Agriculture, fittrathrt, Aft, Pt*, POILItif on @turd C. ESTABLISHED IN 1811 THE WAYNESBURG MESSENGER, PUBLISHED BY R. W. JONES & JAMES S. TUNINGS, WAYNESBURG, GREENE CO., PA ErOVVICE NEARLY OPPOSITE TEE PUBLIC SQUARE.] VIBIRFRiZt Bunticatimort.-81 50 in advance; $1 75 at the ex- Phstion oflith months; $2 00 within the year; $2 50 alter the expiration of the year. ADVERT/a/MENU inserted at 81 00 per square for three insertions, and 25 cents a square foreach addition al insertion; (ten lines or less counted a square.) fig" A liberal deduction made to yearly advertisers. DIIEr./011 PRINTING. of all kinds, executed in the best style, and on reasonable terms, at the "Messenger" Job *nice. 'IA qutsburg giusintss garbs. ATTORWETS, IL A. J. BUCHANAN.: WM. C. LINDSEY. & LINDSEY, ATTORNEYS. AND COUNSELLORS AT LAW, Waynesburg, Pa. Office on the North side of Main street, two doors West of the "Republican" Office. Jan. 1, 1862. A. A. PURMAN. J. R. RITCHIE. PURMAN & RITCHIE, ATTORNEYS AND COUNSELLORS AT LAW, Waynesburg, Pa. 1:17"All business in Greene, Washington, and Fay ette Counties, entrusted to them, will receive prompt attention. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. IL W. DOWNEY, Attorney and Counsellor at Law. Office In Led- With's Building. opposite the Court House. Sept. 11,1861-Iy. DAVID CRAWFORD, Attorney and Counsellor at Law. Office in Sayers' Building, adjoining the Post Office. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. IL L. WACO.. 30H11 MELIA. BLACK & PHELAN, ♦TTORNRYS AND COUNSELLORS AT LAW Office is the Court House, Waynesburg. Sept. 11,1861-11. PHYSICIADTS DR. D. W. BRADEN, 'Physician and Surgeon. Office in the Old Bank Building, Main street. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. DRUGS DR. W. L. CREIGH, Physician and Surgeon, and dealer in Drugs, Medicines. Oils, Paints, dc:, Ike., Main street, a few doors east of the Bank. Sept. 11, 1861—Iy. M. A. HARVEY, Druggist and Apothecary, and dealer in Paints and Oils, the most celebrated Patent Medicines, and Pure Liquors for medicinal purposes. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. F is 11043 WM. A. PORTER, Wholesale and Retail Dealei in Foreign and Domes- Ss Dry Goods, Groceries, Notions, &c., Main street. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. GEO. HOSKINSON, Opposite the Court House, keeps always on hand a large stock of Seasonable Dry Goods, Groceries, Boots and Shoes, and Notions generally. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. AN DREW WILSON, Dealer in Dry Goode, Groceries, Dsugs, Notions, Hardware, Queensware, Stoneware, Looking Glasses, Iron and Nails, Boots and Shoes, Hate and Caps, Vain street, one door east of the Old Bank. Sept. ii, 1861—ly. R. CLARK, Dealer in Dry Goods, Groceries, Hardware, Queens ware and notions, one door west of the Adams House, ain street. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. MINOR & CO., Deniers in Foreign and Domestic Dry Goods, Gro mien, Queensware, Hardware and Notions, opposite the Green House. Main street. !Sept. 11, 1861-Iy, CLOTHING N. CLARK, Dealer In Men and Boy's Clothing, Clothe, easel - therm Satinets, Hate and Cape, &c., Main street. op. posite the Court House. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. A. J. SOWERS, Dealer in Men and Boy's Clothing, Gentlemen's Fur nishing Goods, Boots and Shoes, lists and Caps, Old Bank Building, Main street. Sept. 11, 1861-4 m ROOT AND SHOE DEALERS J. D. COSGRAY, Boot and Shoe maker, Main street, nearly opposite, = Farmer's and Drover's Bank." Every style of and Shoes constantly on hand or made to order. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. J. B. RICKEY; Boot and Shoe maker, Sayer% Corner, Main street. Boots and Shoes of every variety always on hand or snide to order on short notice. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. GROCERIES & VARIETIES JOSEPH YATER, Dealer in Groceries and Confectioneries, Notions, Medicines, Perfumeries, Liverpool Ware, &c., Glass of all sizes, and Gilt Moulding and Looking Glass Plates. i!WT — Cash paid for good eating App!es. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. --- JOHN MUNNELL, Dealer in Groceries and Confectionaries, and Variety Goods Generally, Wilson's New Building, Main street, Sept. 11, 1861-71 y. 1100Z3. &c. LEWIS DAY, Dealer in School and Miscellaneous Books, Station ,nnl, Magazines and Papers, Wilson's Old Build ang, M street. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. DANZ. & DROVERS' BANK, Waynesburg, Pa. Q. A. BLACK, Pres't. J. LAZSAR, Cashier DIIIIOOIIIIIIT DAY, WEDNESDAY. Sept. 11, 1861-Iy. SADDLES AND RAGE SS SAMUEL M'ALLISTER, Saddle, Harness and Trunk Maker, Main street, three Gown west of the Adam House. Heat 11„ 1861-Iy. TOBALGOONTISTB HOOPER* HAGER, Manufacturers and ada•Antaie and retail dealers in Teaser°, Sega= sad dual: dear Cues, PiOds, dm, Wubftdes Old sudEiaj, Mall stmt. dept. V. 1861-4. 114. AS & CO., ANSSOTYPE AND PHOTOGRAPII F ie!" 41f gdirt f The following eloquent poem, in praise of those who give to the poor, we hope will serve, at this inclement season, to awa ken a spirit of emulation among the be nevolent. There are, indeed, at this time many sufferers who need a helping hand, and whose mute appeals should not pass unregarded. The charity which begins at home is at best but another phase of selfishness, that which extends to the poorer neighbor does honor to humanity, and is worthy to be celebra ted in immortal verse.] From the Baltimore ratrica. P E A N. BY 180 T. HEYEIL All hail ! all hail ! whose praise shall I, This winter morning, sing ? The praise of wealth, of heraldry, Of warrior, bard, or king I No, no ! I leave the task to those Who ponder volumes o'er ; I sing the friend of human woes, The man who helps the poor. All halt ! all hail ! My muse shall note With sonorous acclaim The pride of station world-begot, In coy obeisance name ; I laud the unpretending man, Who passes near my door, Who lessens anguish, while he ea*. Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail ! No Latin Ant" Nor euphonies of Greek, Nor contents of Atheana' vase, My pulsing thoughts shall seek. To raise the prompter of mankind, The man of simple lore, Who sees and spares the phrenzled Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail ! Shall I reflect Upon the laurel wreath That crowns the brow of intelle6 Glist'ning in honor's breath t Nay, be the humble one my theme. Who has the fame in store, Compassion's impulse to redeem ) In giving to the poor. All hail ! all hail Like choral chime, Beneath the minister's roof, His praise shall fill the arks of dm* Who gilds the mourner's woof, His praise the echoing skies return, When life's great chase is o'er, Who raises those that weep awl manta, Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail ! No clarion vcileO My song of triumph hath, To sound the victor's paltry chok4. Who lives o'er fickle breath; I sing of one who treads unseen, Misfortune's sunless floor-, Who steps his God and woe bemire* Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail ! The trumpet pod That lauds the worldly great, My humble verse shaft not reveal. Nor fame's translucent state ; I shout the praise of him who hies The sinking to restore— Who soothes his brother's WINONA Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail! No dealt* Of Thessaly or Rome Shall hover where but human tit 4 Engage in "kingdom come ;" I sing the psalm of life for him Who tarries to deplore The weak and blind, the vista dhst; Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail ! Like math' belle; Sweet music of the morn. The melody of mercy tells, To heavenly courts up-borne. Where he, the friend of man, has stood. Ungirt with worldly , lore; To bless the earth's great brotherhood In giving to the poor. All hail ! all hail! Though here no arett Of tapestry and gold, Though star, nor crown, the giver's merck In glaring light unfold, He walks the pave of courts divine, If Christian, Heath or Moor ; Who bids the sun of comfort shinn i Who giveth to the poor. All hail ! all hail Whose praise shell I This wintry morning sing My lute is learning to reply. In Sabbath offering : I sing the praise of him who giveir 4 His maker to adore, Who giving here, for heaven lives, The man who helps the poor.: A CAPITAL HIT.—An editor, while attending service in a western church, was greatly struck with the vocal ef forts of the leading singer, and with great difficulty he succeeded in pho nographing one of the stanzas as fol lows: "Waw-kaw, swaw, daw aw waw, Thaw saw, thaw law aw waw, Waw-ka, taw, thaw vaw-yaw braw, Aw thaw raw-jaw -saw aw." Re subsequently ascertained, to his intense astonishment, that this was the verse sung : "Welcome sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise, Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes." iiiroffomon nhould et fmn. ter its men *Xi ANOIIIIII.OI.I‘ WAYNESBURG, GREENE COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1862. gilut 3; imam. LITTLE EDDIE--THE DRUMMER. A correspondent of the Chicago Tribune, writing from Benton Barracks, St. Louis, gives a very touching story of a drummer boy; A few days before our regiment received orders to join Gen. Lyon, on his march to Wilson's Creek, the drummer of our com pany was taken sick and conveyed to the hospital, and on the evening preceding the day that we were to march, a negrowas ar rested within the lines of the camp and brought before our Captain, who asked him "what business he had within the lines?" He replied, "I know a drummer that would like to enlist in your company, and I have some to tell you of it." He was immediate ly requested to inform the drummer that if he would enlist for our short term of ser vice, he would be allowed extra pay, and to do this, he must be upon the ground early in the morning. The negro was then pass ed beyond the guard. On the following morning there appeared before the Captain's quarters, during the beating of the reveille, a good-looking, middle aged woman, dressed in deep mourn ing, leading by the hand, a sharp, spright ly looking boy, apparently about twelve or thirteen years old. Her story was soon told. She was from East Tennessee, where her husband had been killed by the rebels, and all their property destroyed. She had come to St. Louis in search of her sister, but not finding her, and being destitute of money, she thought if she could procure a situation for her boy as a drummer for the short time we bad to remain in the ser vice, she could find employment for her self and perhaps find her sister by the time we were discharged. During the rehearsal of her story the little fellow kept his eyes intently fixed upon the countenance of the Captain, who was about to express a determination not to take so smalls boy, when he spoke out, saying, "Don't be afraid, Captain, I can drum." This was spoken with so much confidence that the Captain immediately observed with a smile, "Well, well, Ser geant, bring the drum, and order our fifer to come forward." In a few minutes the drum was produced, and our fifer made his appearance, a tall, round-shouldered, good-natured fellow from the Dubuque mines who stood, when erect, something over six feet in height. Upon being introduced to his new corn rade, he stooped downward, with his hands resting upon his knees that were thrown forward into an acute angle, and peering into the little fellow's face a moment, he observed, "My little man, can you drum ?" "Yes, sir," he replied, "I drummed for Captain Hill in Tennessee." Our fifer im mediately commenced straightening him self upward, until all the angles in his person had disappeared, when lie placed his fife to his mouth and played the "Flow ers of Edinborough," one of the most diffi cult tunes to follow with the drum that could have been selected, but nobly did the little fellow follow him, showing him to be a master of the drum. When the music ceased, our Captain turned to the mother and observed. "Madam, I will take your boy. What is his name ?" "Edward Lee," she replied; then placing her hand upon the Captain's arm, she continued,"Captain, if he is not killed—" here her maternal feelings overcame her utterance, and she bent down over her boy and kissed him upon the forehead. As she arose, she ob served, "Captain, you will bring him back with you, won't you?" "Yes, yes," he re plied, "we will be certain to bring him back with us. We shall be discharged in six weeks." In an hour after, our company led the let lowa out of camp, our drum and fife playing "The girl I left behind me." Eddie, as we called him, soon became a great fa vorite with all the men in the company.— When any of the boys had returned from a horticultural excursion, Eddie's share of the peaches and melons was the first ap portioned out. During our heavy and fa tiguing march from Rolla to Springfield, it was often amusing to see our long-legged fifer waddling through the mud with our little drummer mounted upon his back— and always in that position when fording streams. • • • • • • The night after the fight at Wilson's Creek, where Lyon fell, I was detailed for guard duty. The hours passed slowly away, when at length, the morning light began to streak along the eastern sky, making surrounding objects more plainly visible. Presently I heard a drum beat up the morning call. At first I thought it came from the camp of the enemy across the creek ; but as I listened I found that it came from a deep ravine ; for a few minutes it was silent, and then as it became more light I heard it again. I listened— the sound of the drum was familiar to me —and I knew it was Oor drummer boy from Tensaw* Beating for help the reveille. I was about to desert my post and go to his assistance, when I discovered the officer of the gaud approaching with two map. We SU lateatost to Sheaanai, soh Wad that ilambar dram. permission to go to hie assistance. The officer hesitated, saying that the orders were to march in twenty minutes. I prom ised to be back in that time, when he con sented. I immediately started down the bill through the thick undergrowth, and, upon reaching the valley, I followed the sound of the drum, and soon found him seated upon the ground, his back leaning against the trunk of a falling tree, while his drum hung upon a bush in front of him, reaching nearly to the ground. As soon as he discovered me, he dropped his drum-sticks, and exclaimed, "Oh, Corporal, I am so glad to see you! Give me a drink," reaching out his hand for my canteen, which was empty. I immediately turned to bring him some water, from the brook that I could hear rippling through the bushes near by, when, thinking that I was about to leave him, he commenced crying, saying, "Don't leave me, corporal; I can't walk." I was soon back with the water, then I discovered that both of his feet had been shot away by a cannon ball. After satisfying his thirst, he looked up into my face, and said, "You don't think I will die, corporal, do you? This man said I would not; Tie said the surgeon could cure my feet." I now discovered a man lying in the grass near him, dead. By his dress I recognized him as belonging to the enemy. It appeared that he had been shot through the bowels, and had fallen near where Eddie lay. Knowing that he could not live, and seeing the condition of the boy, he bad crawled to him, took off his buck skin suspenders, and corded the little fel low's legs below the knee, and then lay down and died. While be was telling me these particulars I heard the tramp of cav alry.coming down the ravine, and in a mo ment a scout of the enemy was upon us, and I was taken a prisoner. I requested the officer to take Eddy up in front of him, and he did so, carrying him with great tenderness and care. When we reached the camp of the enemy the little fellow was dead. It is now about two weeks since I made my escape from AfcCulloch's grasp. A Remezkable Incident. Some time ago, a private in the Nineteenth Indiana, Regiment was tried by a court martial for deserting his post, and found guilty, the pun ishment for which is death. His ex ecution was deferred for some time, and he was kept in a painful state of suspense. At last the time was fixed for his execution, and five regiments were drawn up in a line to witness it, while a file of twelve men were in advance to execute the sentence of death by shooting him. The prison er was led forward, blindfolded, and the usual words of preparation and command were given in a low, measured tone by the officer in com mand. During the interval between the commands, "Take aim" and "fire," and before the last was given, a horseman rode rapidly up the road, waving in the air a paper, which was understood by all present to be a re prieve. Covered with dust and per spiration, the officer rode hurriedly up to the officer in command and de livered to him what really proved to be a reprieve. Tho shout "reprieve" fell upon the poor soldier's ear, which was already strained to the utmost in anticipation of hearing the last and fatal word that was to usher his soul into the presence of his Creator; it was too much for him, and he fell back upon his coffin, apparently dead. The bandage was removed from his eyes, but reason had taken its flight, and he became a hopeless ma niac. He was discharged from the army and sent home to his friends.— His death had really never been in tended, but it was deemed necessary for the good order and discipline of the army to make an impression upon not only himself but the whole brig ade ; for that purpose, the forms of the execution were regularly gone through with, in presence of five reg iments, and the reprieve arrived in good time, as it was intended. It was thought by this means to solemn ly impress upon the whole assem blage of soldiers the necessity of a strict observance of duty and obedi ence, under the penalty of an igno minious death. It was a fearful or deal for the deserter, but it was cer tainly better than to have completed the tragedy by sending his soul to "that bourne from which no traveler returns." The Late Samuel Dolt Was born in Hartford, in 1814. The model of his celebrated pistol was made in wood, while on a voy age to Calcutta, in 1829, and in 1835 he secured his first patent. His fac tory was at first established at Pat terson, N. J., but was not successful, and was afterward removed to Hart ford. A branch manufactory is also in progress in England. Col. Colt had acquired an enormous fortune at the time of his decease, resulting wholly from the profitable manufac ture of his arms. Probably few men attained to wider notoriety than the Colonel, the successful introduction of his revolving pistol having spread with his name to all parts of the globe. He was also brought promi nently into. notice •by the murder which bia brother, Jabs C. Celt, committed in New York, about the year 1842, and for which ho was sentenced to be hung, but anticipated his fate by committing suicide in his cell, at the Tombs. On this occasion, his brother Samuel spared no pains or expense to procure his acquittal or pardon, but failed of success. Uselessness of Cavalry Swords. In Household Words for Decem ber 31, 1853, in an article on "Horse Guards rampant," containing much valuable and interesting matter, oc curs the following paragraph : "There can be no doubt that heavy riding whips would be more formida ble weapons in all warfare than the cavalry swords now in use. In the Sikh war, arms, heads, hands and legs of British soldiers were lopped off by the enemy on all sides, while the English swordsmen labored :often in vain even to draw blood. Yet the Sikhs used chiefly our own cast-off dragoon blades, filed into new handles, and sharpened until they had a razor edge, and worn in wood en scabbards, from which they were never drawn except in action. In such scabbards they were not blunt ed, and they were noiseless. They made none of that incessant clanking which almost drown the trumpeter's bugle and quite the word of com mand, in our own cavalry regiments, and which, unless the men wrap hay about the steel renders an attempt at a surprise by cavalry perfectly useless. The wooden scabbards, it was found upon inquiry, are even less brittle than steel ones. A Sikh at Chulianwallah galloped up to the horse artillery, cut down the two first two men, and attacked the third. He seeing that his comrades had been unable to save their lives by the use of their blunt swords, left his sword in the scabbard and fought off his assailant with his riding whip, flogging away the Sikh's horse to keep the fatal arm at a safe distance. So he was saved." Extraordinary Suicide. A. letter from Rome gives an ac count of a remarkable suicide which has taken place at Naples. A Mr. Kenrick, an elderly married gentle man, appears to have formed a liason, with a Miss Gray, a young and pretty Englishwoman, with whom he has been living at Rome and at Na ples. It appears that Mr. Kenrick's relatives in England, who are wealthy, paid no heed, under the circum stances, to his application for remit tances, and that the two, thereupon, resolved on suicide. From what sub sequently transpired, it seems they must have gone directly to the pub lic gardens of the Villa Reale, on the sea shore, where, the cafe being open, they took a glass of ruin or rosolio. They then climbed over the low walls of the villa, where a semi-circu cular space overlooking the sea, is furnished with stone seats, and de- - scended on the beach, where Miss Gray tied her dress round her ankles, and filled it from the waist with sand, Mr. Kenrick effecting the same purpose by filling the bosom of his shirt, his waistcoat, and coat sleeves with sand and stone, Miss Gray sup plying the necessary strings and tapes from her own dress. They , then tied themselves together round the waist with their pocket handker chiefs, and deliberately lay down to die in the sea, which at that point is not more than two or three feet deep. They had the resolution to endure suffocation, and their corpses were seen in the transparent water next morning at daybreak by a fish erman. Mr. Kenrick's life was in sured for £3,000, which his heirs lose from the fact of his having commit ted suicide. Wheat Does:Not Pay in lowa. Mr. Duane Wilson, Secretary of the lowa Agricultural Society, estimates the yield of wheat in that State, the past year, at twelve bushels per acre. The price obtained is 40 cents per bushel, or $4 80 per acre. He thinks this involves a loss of $2 per acre, or about three millions of dollars to the whole State. He thinks the farmers of the Northwestern States cannot afford to raise wheat, except for home consumption. The great crop of the West is corn. lowa produced last year, estimating the yield at 35 bush els per acre, (which is 10 bushels less than in 1860) over fifty-two million bushels. This, Mr. W. thinks, will fatten over $80,000,000 worth of beef and pork, even at the recent low prices, so that, Mr. W. says, no one need suppose that farming does not pay in lowa. He estimates that over a million dollars' worth of Sorghum syrup and sugar was raised in that State last year. iThe industrious and virtuous education of children is a far better inheritance to them than a great es tate. lairin things necessary--Unity; in things indifferent—Liberty; and in all things—Charity. Antiquiti cannot privilege er ror, of novelty prejudice truth. SirBoeiety, like shaded silk, must be viewed in all its situations. Slander. If you find a person circulating malicious reports about his neighbor, it may be set down as an inviolable rule that any such person is dishonest. Not only dishonest, but from his in famous disposition, dangerous to all with whom he may be acquainted.— He circulates false impressions, and sets people upon an erroneous course of judgment and conduct in respect to others, which may frequently be ruinous to their prosperity. it does a general injury to society, more than to the party slandered as it destroys confidence. The person who is guilty of circulating mali dons reports must neccessarily be deceitful, and therefore dishonest; he must be abandoned to every principle of moral feeling. In ancient times, when a man was convicted of being a slanderer, he was stoned to death as a danger and a curse to the whole community. In modern times there is even a bet ter remedy than this—it is to cease all association with such characters. Treat them like lepers, abandon them to their kind, which is a social death, one by which they serve as an exam ple to others. The rule is observed among all intelligent people, and should be invariably carried out till the desired object is accomplished. The Strength of the Army. It is questioned whether the actual number of federal troops in the field exceed 550,000,as the reports of the governors of States would seem to indicate this number as more correct than that of 660,000, stated by the Secretary of War. New York, cred ited by Mr. Cameron with 100,200 men, by the report of Governor Mor gan, allowing for discharges, deaths, and prisoners, has about 89,000. She has 14,500 more yet incamped in the State, however. Ohio is credited by Mr. Cameron with 81,250; Governor Dennison says she has furnished 77,- 844, of which 31,669 are within her own limits. Pennsylvania is credit ed with 94,760; Governor Curtin says her number is 93,577, not making any allowanca, for discharges, deaths, Scc., which may reduce the number to the neighborhood of 80,000. Pennsylvania however, has, 16,038 yet encamped on her own soil.— Massachusetts m set down as having furnished 26,760 volunteers. The governor shows the equivalent of about twenty-seven regiments and the allowances for losses and dis charges, would, therefore, no dotibt bring the number very much below the Secretary's figure. We have, however, men enough, if properly moved, to crush out the rebellion speedily. PRIZE CORN BREAD.-AD organi zation in New York recently offered premiums for the best receipts for making corn bread, and the one that took the first premium is as follows : To two quarts of meal, add one pint of bread sponge, water sufficient ly to wet the whole; and one half pint of flour, and a tablespoonful of salt; let it rise; then knead well for the second time, and place the dough in the oven, and allow it to bake an hour and a half. The receipt was successful among two hundred and twenty competitors for the first prize, and the awarding committee state that they ate corn bread incessantly for two days and nights. Yield of the Venango Oil Welk It is estimated now, upon good au thority, that the wells on Oil Creek yield 75,000 barrels of crude oil per month. The outlay connected with this monthly product, before it is consumed in the lamp—in purchas ing barrels, transporting it to mar ket, refining it, and then sending it out again all over the country—is not less than $lO per barrel,—equal to $750,0001 From this one state ment, the reader can judge some thing of the extent of this new arti cle of trade, and the amount of capi tal invested in it. The market, how ever, is not confined to our own coun try. It has found its way across the Atlantic, and England and France are becoming large purchasers, not only of the refined, but of the crude oil. stir Madame Jerome Bonaparte is still residing in Baltimore. It is said that she enjoys good health, and, though verging upon four score years, has a hand as pretty, cheeks as plump, and skin as fair as a young girl of seventeen. Femx.—lf you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do something worth writing. SerA man should manifest and commu nicate his joy, but, as much as possible, conceal and smother his grief. merit has been said that we can earn genuine manhood only by serving out stea dily and faithfully the period of boyhood. iliirTo offer advice to an angry man ie like blowing against. a teatime.. largever Ash for praise—it is not worth its bait. NEW SERIES. --VOL. 3, NO. 34. Last ROlllB of 'Lafayette. No life had ever been more passion ate than his ; no man ever placed his ideas and political sentiments more .constantly above all other pre ' possessions or interests. But politics were utterly unconnected with his death. 11l for three weeks, he ap proached his last hour. His children and household surrounded his bed; he ceased to speak, and it was doubt ful whether he could see. His son George observed that with uncertain gestures he sought .f• )r something in his bosom. lie came to his father's assistance, and placed in his hand a medallion which he always wore sus pended round his neck. M. de La fayette raised it to his lips • this was his last motion. The medallion con tained a miniature and a lock of hair of Madam de Lafayette, his wife, whose loss he had mourned for twen ty -seven years. Thus, already separ ted from the entire world, alone with the thought and image of the devo ted companion of his life, he died. In arranging his funeral, it was a recognized fact in the family that M de Lafayette had always wished to be buried in the same cemetery adjoining the Convent of Piepus, by the side of his wife, in the midst of, the victims of the revolution, the greater part roy alists and aristocrats, whose ancestors had founded that pions establishment. The desire of the veteran of 1789 was scrupulously respected and com plied with. An immense crowd— soldiers, national guards, and popu lace—accompanied the funeral pro cession along the boulevards and streets of Paris. Arrived at the gate of Convent Piepus, the crowd halted ; the interior enclosure could only ad mit two or three hundred persons. The family, the nearest relatives, and the principal authorities entered, passing through the convent in si lence, then across the garden, and finally entered the cemetery. There no political manifestation took place; no oration was pronounced ; religion and the intimate reminiscences of the soul alone were present; public politics assumed no place near the death-bed or the grave of the man whose life they had occupied and ruled.—Guizot's Memoirs. A Mother's Prayer. A mother, on the green hills of Ver mont, was holding by the right hand a son, sixteen years old, mad with love of the sea. And as she stood by the garden gate, one morning, she said :—"Edward, they tell me the temptation of a seaman's life is drink. Promise me, before you quit your mother's hand, that you will not drink." "And," said she, (for he told me the story,) "I gave her the promise, and I went the globe over—Calcutta, and the Mediterranean, San Francisco, the Cape of Good Hope, the North Pole and the South. . . . I saw them all in forty years, and I never saw a glass filled with sparkling liquor, that my mother's form by the garden gate, on the green hill-side of Vermont, did not rise before one ; and, to day, at sixty, my lips are innocent of the taste of liquor." Was not that sweet evidence of the power of a single word ? Yet that was not half. "For," said he, "yesterday, there came into my counting-room a man of forty years, and asked me, `Do you know me?' No. 'Well,' said he, 'I was once brought drunk into your presence, on shipboard; you were a passenger; the captain kicked me aside ; you took me to your berth and kept me there until I had slept off the in toxication. You then asked me if I had a mother. I said I had never known a word from her lips. You told me of yours at the garden gate, and, to-day, I am master of one of the finest packets in New York ; and I came to ask you to call and see me.'" How far that little candle throws its beams ! That mother's word, on the green hillside of Vermont! 0, God be thanked for the mighty power of a single word. VERAOITY. The groundwork of all manly character is veracity. That virtue lies at the foun dation of everything solid. How common it is to hear parents say, "I have faith in my child so long as he speaks the truth. He may have many faults, but I know he will not deceive me. I build on that con fidence." They are right. It is a lawful and just ground to build upon. And that is a beautiful confidence. Whatever errors temptation may betray a child into, so long as brave, open truth remains, there is something to depend on, there is anchor ground and substance at the centre. Men of the world feel so about one another. It is the fundamental virtue. Ordinary com merce can hardly proceed a step without a good measure of it. Truth is a common interest. When we defend it, we defend the basis of all social order. When we vindicate it, we vindicate our own foothold. When we plead for it, it is like pleading for the air of health we breathe. When you undertake to benefit a lying man, it is like putting your foot into the mire.---F. D. Huntington. The loss of goods and money is often-times no loss.; if we had not lost them, they might port ape have occasioned us greater lose. rA true man feels himself the equal of the rich and the poor: sor-Calessity either foftvia o r h ar d - aus the hear* sir Slanderers ire like tee 'that and fatten upon sores.
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