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ANSSOTYPE AND PHOTOGRAPII
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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.