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Business Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper in cluded, $i per year. _ [From Harper’s Weekly.] “/HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR” *♦***••♦♦*■♦• Oh ladies, dear ladies, the next sonny day ■ Please trundle your hoops just oat of Broad tray, From its whirl and its bustle, Its fashion and pride. And the temples of Trade which tower on each side, To tho alleys and lanes where Misfortune and Their children hare gathered, their city bare built Where Hunger and Vice, like twin beasts o( prey Haro hunted their victims to gloom and despair Raise tho rich, dainty dross, and the bro Mored skirt, Pick your delicate way through the^ arn P nCM dirt, Gropo through the dark den, ell® 6 ricketty stair To tho garret, whero wretches, *h® young and the old Half starred and half naked, he crouched from the cold. See those skeleton limbs, those frost bitten feet, Ail bleeding and bruised t’S tho atones of the street; Hear the sharp cry of childhood, tho deep groans that swell From the poor dying creatures who writhe on the floor, Hear the corses that sound like the echoes of Hell, As you sicken and shudder and fly from the door; Then home to your wardrobes, and say, if you dare— Spoiled children of fashion—you're nothing to wear! kni oh, if perchance, there should be a sphere, Where all is made right which so puzzles us here, Where the glare and the glitter and tinsel of Time Fade and die in the light of that region sublime, Where the soul, disenchanted of flesh and of sense. Unscreened by its trappings, and shows, and pretence, Hu«t be clothed for the life and the service above, With purity, truth, faith, meekness and love, Oh, daughters of Earth ! foolish virgins, beware J Lest in that upper realm you have nothing to wearl An Awkward Predicament 1 was once engaged to be married (how I went so far as (hat is a marvel to me still) but an incident of so frightful a character took place as to put the mailer entirely out of the question. 1 was a young undergradu ate, spending the summer with a reading party at the liish lake, when I met with— with Lucy Stone, and got, in short to be accepted. She was residing with her mother, in the same hotel in Killarney as ourselves and we all met every day. We boated on the lake together, and fished; and sang, and read. We landed on the wooded islands in the soft summer evenings, to lake our tea in gispsy fashion, and to sketch : but she and 1 mostly whispered— not about love, at all, as I remember, but of the weather, and the rubric ; only it seemed so sweet to sink our vm'cos and speak low and soft. Once in a party over the moors, while I was leading her pony over some. boggy ground, I caught her hand by mistake in stead of her bridle, and shq) did not snatch it away, [t was the heyday and the prime of my life, and that youth of spirit which no power can ever more renew. I knew what she felt and what would please as soon os the feeling and the wish themselves were boro. Our thought—my thought at least— leaped out to wed with.-thought, ere thought could wed itself with speech. She took a fancy to a huge mastiff dog belonging to a fisherman, and I bought it for her at once, although it was terribly savage, and, (except for Lucy’s liking it) not either good or beautiful. Its name, also—the only one it would answer to, and sometimes it would not to that—was Towser, not a name for a lady’s pet at all, and scarcely for a gen tleman’s. There was a little secluded field .hedged in by a coppice, which sloped into the lake, about a mile from the hotel; and there Lucy agreed (for the first lime) to meet me alone. I was to be there before breakfast, at eight o’clock in the morning, and you may be sure I was there at six— with Towser. Perhaps 1 was never happier than at that particular lime. The universal nature seemed in harmony wilh my blissful feelings. The sun shone out bright and clear so that the fresh morning breezes could scarcely cool the pleasant throbbing of my bipod, but the blue rippling waves of the lake looked irre pressibly templing, and I could not resist a swim. Just a plunge and out again, thought 1; for though I had such plenty of time to spare, I determined to be dressed and ready for the interview at an hour at least before the appointed time. 'Lucy might, like myself be a little earlier; and at all events, with such an awful consequdnce in possible appre hension. 1 would not run a shadow of a risk. "Wind my clothes, mind them,” said I to Towser (who took his seal thereon, at once, sagaciously enough) for I had heard of such things as clothes being stolen from uncon scious dippers before then, wilh results to be though,! of, and in I went. I remember the delight of that bath even to this day (he glow, the freshness, the luxurious softness of each particular wave, just as the last view which hi? eyes rested on, is painted on the memory of one who has. been stricken blind, or the last melody is treasured in that of a man stunned deaf by a fall; it was my last perfect pleasure, and succeeded by a shock that I shall never,,l think, quite get over. When 1 had bathed as long as I judged to be prudent, I landed and advanced towards the spot where my garments and Towser lay ; ns 1 did so every individual hair upon hts back seemed to bristle with fury, his eye* kutdled like coals of fire; he gave me notice by .alow determined growl that he would K Pnng upon me and tear me into fragments heHid Pr ? ched " earer; 11 was evident ‘hat cLw .'T° Sn 'm me al lei3 ' without any c othes. Tow, Tow, Tow, Tow ’’ said I tT bunhe“h 80< ? d VI T r- *° u r ' emem her me, but the brute, Itke the friend whom we whe e „ inTff W , a t ’ et,er day ’ a l'pealed to head d ffe appearel, and shook his head in a menac.ng manner, and showed his d? 6 m ° re - “Towser, be quiet sir - how linearly hidl° W f T ° W ~ l ow ser—(here brutal L h d “ blt ° f my calf off ) y°« nasty as Id “f g ° aWa J’ -««* yoi fa ster as he b , f lh ® feroclous mon- Ihese renmv' ° d Uf> Wl h hls ,nil erect al no sign of remorse'' 0^5 ’ bu ‘ 1)0 rt ' anifesled/ became serious in' th 6 S ° rrOW - M \ si V^ ion chose to sit .k lh ® ejitreme •’ whafli he unit! ? berß ° p *7 personal apparel. THE AGITATOR Sefcotcß to t&e 32jrten«Co» of tf)t mvtu of iFmßom a«B t&e Spmif of f£eaTt&g a&eform. WHILE THEBE SHALL BE A WBONO UNBIGHTED, AND UNTIL “MAN’S INHUMANITY TO Man” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE,. m. iv. At this idea, 100 terrible to be concluded a profuse perspiration, broke out all over me. Presently, feeling little' cold, 1 went back into the lake again to consider .what was to be done, and resolved upon the fell design of enticing Towser into the water and there drowning him. Abuse nnd flattery.,lining equally thrown away upon him, I tried stones; I heaved at him with all my force the largest pebbles I could select, the majority of which he evaded by leaping from side 10 side, and those which struck him rendered him so furious ibat I believe that be would have killed aud eat me if he could, whether I was dressed or not, but he would not ven ture into the water after me still. At last the time drawing on apace for the appointed interview which I had once looked forward to wiib such delight and expectations, I was fain, in an agony of shame and rage, to hide myself in a dry ditch in the neigh boring copse, where I could see what took place without being seen, and there I covered myself over, like the babes in the wood, with leaves. Presently my Lucy came down, a trifle more carefully dressed than usual, and look ing all grace, and modesty ; the dog began to howl as she drew near ; she saw h|m and she saw my clothes, and the notion that I was drowned (I could see it in her expressive countenance) flashed upon her at once ; for one instant she looked about to faint, and the next she sped off to the hotel with the speed of a deer. Gracious Heavens 1 i decided upon rescuing a portion of my garments, at least, or upon perishing in the attempt, and rushing out of the thicket for the purpose ; but my courage failed me as I heard the savage animal and 1 found myself—in my dry ditch again, with the sensation of a loss of blood and pain; my retreat had not been effected—perhaps, because there was nothing to cover it—without loss, and the beast had bitten me severely. I “protest that, from that moment, frightful as my position was, it did not move me so much as the reflection of the honors that would be showered down upon that vile creature. I knew he would be con sidered by Lucy and the rest as a sort of dog Montagris, an affectionate and sagacious creature watching patiently at his appointed post fur the beloved master that would never again return to him. Presently they all came back, Lucy and her mother, and all the maid-servants from the inn, besides my fellow students, and fishermen with dray-nets, and a medical mao with blankets and brandy (how I envied the mlankels and the brandy I) As I expected, neither the men’s labor in vain distressed me half so much as the patting and caressing of Towser ; I could not repress a groan of hor ror and indignation. “Hush, bush,” said Lucy, and there was a silence through which I could distinctly hear Towser licking his chops. 1 was desperate by. this time, and hallowed out to my friend Sanford—“ Sanford and nobody else”—to come into the copse with a blanket. I remember nothing more distinctly.— Immediately peals of laughter, now smoth ered, now breaking-rrrepressihly forth ; ex pressions of thankfulness, of affection, of sympathy beginning—but never finished— burst in upon, as it were, by floods of mer riment, and the barking, the eternal bark ing of that execrable dog. I left Killarney that same evening; Lucy, and the mother of Lucy, and my fellow-students, and the abominable Towser; I left them for good and all, and that was how my engagement was broken off and why (here is no Mrs. Peony Flush, concluded the curate, who had turned from rose color to deep caranation, and from that to almost black during the recital. Discontent. —How universal is it. We never yel knew the man who would say, “I am contented.” Go where you will, among the rich and poor, the man of competence, or the man who earns his bread by the sweat of his brow, you hear the sound of murmur ing and the voice of complain!. The other day we stood by a cooper, who was playing a merry tune with his adze round a cask— “ah,” sighed he, “mine is a hard lot—forever trotting round, like a dog, driving away at a hoop.” “Heighho,” sighed a blacksmith, one hot day, as he wiped the drops of perspi ration from his brow, while the red hot iron glowed on his anvil—“this is a life with a vengeance !” “Oh that I were a carpenter.” ejaculated a shoemaker, as he bent over his lapstoue, “here I am day after day, wearing out my soul in making soles for others, shut up in this little 7by 9 room.” “1 am sick of this out door work,” says the carpenter, “broiling under a sweltering sun, or exposed to the inclemencies of the weather—if I were only a lailor!” “Last day of grace—banks won't discount—customers won’t pay, what shall I do?" grumbles the merchant. “I had rather be a truck horse, a dog, anything!” “Happy fellows,” groans the lawyer, as he scratches his head over some perplexing case or pores over some dry, musty record. And so on through all the ramifications of society, all are complaining of their condition, finding fault with their peculiar calling. If I were only this or that, I should be content, is the universal cry—anything but what 1 am. — So wags the world, so it has wagged, and so it will wag. —Review «$* Ex. Truth. —All truth is from the same source. Hence he who will not receive truth unless he knows what uttered it is like the man who refused to eat bread because he /knows not who raised the wheal. As the sun’s warmth slowly but surely melts down the icy mountains of the north, so the light of truth will gradually level the custom-bound institutions of man, which are now hoary with the frofA of -benighted ages, WELLSBORO,. TIOGA COUNTY, BA., THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST 13, 1857. | Arab fiorse So adroit are the Arabs at horse-stealing, (hat they have-been known to escape with a horse fronrthe-very centre of a camp. These predatory horse-fanciers reject with disdain bad cattle, and it is always the finest horses that disappear in so mysterious a manner in spite of sentinels and tethers. Gifted with the most untiring patience, the Moslem horse stealer employs many cunning manoeuvres to appropriate such horses as please him. For instance, where (here are clumps of brush wood in and about thebivouck, he will trans form himself into a walking bush, fastening around bis body boughs of bush wood care fully arranged so as to cover him from head to foot; then, as the darkness comes on, he will station himself, watching with the eye of the lynx each movement of the sentinel; he advances inch by inch taking advantage of each change ol guard to gain ground. An hour does not advance him more than a few yards. The sentinel sees nothing but a mass of brush wood and confounds it with those scattered around. At last, the coveted horse is at band, the crafty Arab quits for an ins tant his disguise, detaches the foot trap, and attaches in its place a small cord of great length. His leafy cloak again resumed, be commences his retreat, and arrived at a dis tance, gently lugs his cord.' The horse ad vances a step or two, then grazes; another jerk produces another step or two; and after due perseverance he is at the confines of the camp, mounted, and galloping like lightning. Others will advance in the same stealthy manner upon their belly, merely holding a branch before them. Numerous indeed are the manceuvers thus put in practice by the African horse-stealer, and often he is success ful ; but woe betide him if be is caught, for the morning sun will shine upon his head, rolling, bloody and gaping before the French commander’s tent, much to the benefit of him who cut it off. The marshal gives ten francs a head for these nocturnal visitors ; and this being a treasure for a poor sentinel, I have often had strong suspicions, though perhaps unjustly, that more than one head was bro’t into camp, which, by the phrenological for mation of it, had never a sufficiency of wit to have belonged to a horse-stealer, but had probably wagged on the shoulders of some unfortunate, led by curiosity within the pur lieus of the camp too early in the morning for his personal safety.— Borrer’s Campaign, An oak tree for two hundred years grows solitary. It is bitterly handled by frosts. It is wrestled with by ambitious- winds, deter mined to give it a downfall. It holds fast and grows—seemingly alone. ■ What is the use of all this sturdiness, this strength, to itself? Why am 110 stand here, of no use? My roots are anchored in rif.s of rocks. No herds can lie down under my shadow. I am above singing birds, lhat seldom come lo rest among my leaves. lam set as a mark for storms, that bend and tear me. My fruit is serviceable for no appetite. It had been belter for me lo have been a mushroom, gathered in the morning for some poor man’s table, than to be a hundred year oak—good for nothing. While he yet the axe was hewing its base. It died in sadness, /saying as it fell—“ Many ages for nothing have I lived.” V The axe completed its work.' By-and-by the trunk and root form the knees of a stalely ship, bearing the country’s flag around the world ; other pans form keel and rib of merchantmen ; and having defied mountain storms, it now equally resists the thunder of the waves, and the murky threat of scowling hurricanes. Other parts are laid into floors, or wrought into wainscoting, or carved for frames of noble pictures, or fashioned into chairs that embosom the weakness of age. Thus the.lree in dying, came not to its end, but to its beginnig, of life. the world. It grew to posts of" temples and dwellings. It held upon its surface the so ft feet of children, and tottering, frail patriarchs. It rocked in the cradle, and swayed the crip pled limbs of age by the chimney-corner, and head secured within the roar of those old unwearied tempests that'once surged about its mountain life. Thus, after its growth, its long uselessness, its cruel prostration, it be came universally did by its death what it could never do by its life. For so long as it was a trefe, and belonged to itself, it was solitary and useless. But when it gave up its own life, and became related to others, then its true life began! —Henry Ward Beecher . A Bad "Case.” —Dobbs rushed lo the doc tor’s office with terror depicted upon his visage in unmistakable characters. He looked pale ; his nostrils were dilated, and there was an uneasy look in his eyes. The doctor noticed it instantly, and inquired, with ns little exhibition of excitement as the nature of the case would admit:—“Why what’s the matter, Dobbs I” Dobbs dropped into a chair in an all-gone-a-live-ness manner peculiarly touching. “I don’t know,” he replied ; “1 b’lieve I’m going lo have the small pox. I’ve got the symptoms, sure,” “Why, how do you feel ?*’ said the doctor, “O, I do’ know, hardly,” said Dobbs ; “I feel a great reluct lance to do anything.” The doctor inquired how long he bad had the symptoms.'— “W-e-l-l,” said Dobbs, “lee always had 'em /” The doctor was sold. Dobbs’ “case” was evidently past all surgery. At a recent meeting of one of lho cemetery companies the chairman very gravely slated that ho had great pleasure in announcing to the meeting the gratifying fact that the bur ials in the cemetery for the last year were double the number of those of the year pro ceeding, Life by Death, How Rain is. Formed. —To understand the philosophy of this phenomenon, essential to the very existence of plants and animals, a few facts derived frqm observation and a long train of experiments must be remember ed. Were the atmosphere, everywhere, at all times, at a uniform temperature, we should never have hail, rain or snow. The waler absorbed by it id evaporation from, the sea and earth’s surface would descend ih an im perceptible vapor, or cense to be absorbed by the air when it was once fully saturated.— The absorbing power of the atmosphere, and consequently its capability to retain humidity is proportionality greater in warm than in cold air. The air near the surface of the earth is warmer than it is in the region of (he clouds. The higher we ascend from the earth the colder we find the atmosphere.— Hence the perpetual snow on every high mountain in the hottest climates. Now, when from continued evaporation the air is highly saturated wiih vapor—though it be invisible —if its temperature is suddenly reduced by cold currents descending from above, or rush ing from higher to lower (attitudes, its capaci ty to retain moisture is diminished, clouds are formed,"and the result is rain. Air condenses as it cools, and, like a sponge filled with wa ter and compressed, pours out the water which its diminished capacity cannot hold. How singular, yet how simple, is such an admira ble arrangement for watering the earth. Mrs. Partington’s opinion op Genius. —“I don’t know what you mean by genius, said Mrs. Partington with animation, while speaking of the merits of a tyro, who had just given evidence of wondurful ability by improvising ostensibly, a poem before the in stitute of which he was a member. “I don’t know what you mean by genius it he hasn’t got it, for didn’t he impoverish poetry before the literary destitute, I should like to know, and receive lots of roprobalion for it from people, who know what good poetry is!” There was triumph in the rone of her voice, and though her antagonist smiled, she a»i k=d kin,, because ne made no farther remark, except to request her to compel Ike to discontinue blowing beas at him, as several had come in rather close proximity lo bis nose. Ike said he was blowing them at Lion. —Evening Gazette. A Mother’s Counsel. —Fony years ago a mother stood on the bill of Vermont, hold ing by her right son sixteen years old, mad with love for the sea. And as she stood by the gatden gate a sunny morning, she said : Edwin, they tell me—for I never saw the ocean,that the great temptation of the seaman’s life is drink. Promise me, before you quit your mother’s hand,'that you will never drink. I gave her the promise, and.l went the broad globe over—Calcutta, 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 mp ; and to-day at sixty, my lips are innocent ofjhe taste of liquor. , ;! There is a good slory lold about the people of a certain village, who assembled lo seethe first locomotive pass by on the rads. Not one of them had the slightest idea what sort of an animal it was, and they were busy with all kinds of conjectures. A smoking and roaring monster was seen in the distance, with an unaccountably long tail behind it.— Nobody supposed this lo he a traveling inven tion, and as it approached, the good people were confounded and desperately puzzled.— Fortunately there was a “John Podgers’’ in the village, and he was called upon to explain it. John wiped his glasses, and looked over his nose with a profound, all.knowing gaze. After due observation, “Oh I” said he, “yes, that’s it at last, gentlemen ; that is the thing that has kept the Congress of these United Stales in such a h—l of a squabble for the last three niomhs. That is the Tariff !" REVOLVEBrxG. — A thriving trader in Wis. consin, who claimed the paternity of eleven daughters, greatly lo the astonishment of his neighbors, succeeded in marrying them all off in six months. A neighbor of his, who had likewise several single daughters, called upon him. “I should like lo know, friend,” said he, “your secret of ready husband making with success.” “Pooh!” said the other, no secret at all. I make it a rule, after a young man has paid attention to one of my girls a fortnight, lo call upon him with a revolver, and civilly ask him lo choose between death and matrimony I You may imagine,” con tinued he, “which of the two they preferred.” Very civil question, indeed, and no mittens at all in the case. Domestic Privacies. —Preserve the pri vacies of your house, marriage slate, heart, from father, mother, sister, brother, aunt, and all the wo’rld. You two, with God’s help, built your own quiet world ; every third or fourth one whom you draw into it with you will form a parly and s’and between you two. That should never be. Promise this lo each other. Review the vow at each temptation. You will find your account in it. Your souls will grow, as it were, logether,-and at last they will become as one. Ah, if many a young pair had, on their wedding day, known this secret, how many marriages were happier than, alas, they are. Not long since, a youth older-in wit than years after being catechised concerning the power of Nature, replied : “Ma, I think there’s one thing Nature can)t do.’’ ,>■ “What is it?” eagerly.inquired the mother. “She can’t make Bill Jones’ mouth any bigger without setting his cars back.” ©tit &ottesjion&tTwe. Madison, Wis., Jujuv 28, 1857. Trip to Madison—The City—Prof. Butler's Lecture—Ride over the prairie — Return. Fare nd Cosb: The West, with its broad prairies, its abundant harvests, its extensive railroads, its newly built cities and its flourish ing schools, is a subject worthy the attention of every inquiring mind. Whatever shall be the destiny of this Nation, (be boundless west roust exercise a commanding influence. It is with pleasure we commence thp task- of writ ing another letter upon such a theme. I started from Janesville dn Wednesday night at 3 o’clock P. M.; wejnt eight miles up to Milton on the Mississippi and Milwau- Uie Railroad. Milton is a pleasant little town, situated in the midst of a richjfarming coun try and contains a flourishing Academy.— We were here “switched off”|on to the Prai rie du Chien Road, and moved on toward Madison, enjoying, the rich prospect of ap proaching harvest as it was spread out before us upon either side. How restless the eye— how restless the thought, as the body is car ried along at Railroad speed over these prai ries. The “wigwam” is gone, the rude cab-, in is nowhere to be seen. Tlje barbarities of savage life have been supplanted by a more advanced civilization. Bancroft is indeed a philosopher—“ Westward ihejstar of empire takes its way.” : We reached Madison about half past four, being a distance of forty-seyen miles from Janesville. I stopped at thes American and after supper walked about the city for an hour. This place is noted for its beauty.— But I will reserve the description until the last part of-my letter, which shall finish on my return. During the day the people of Madison had been delighted; by listening to the orations of the students ol; the University. This I think is the third cornmencement ol this flourishing Institution. ( In the evening we listened to an intefes'ing lecture from Pfofo-.or, Butter or Indiana. His subject was “Rome and the Basilica”—a grand theme to call out the genius of the scholar. It was indeed interesting to listen to a descrip tion of St, Peters—that Mwonder of the world,” by an eye witness and one boasts of having sat upon the Pope’s throne. That stupendous structure iill long he im pressed upi n the memory. [The inquisition, the sculptured marble, the statues of Constan tine and Charlemagne, the! nave, the long vistas, the mighty dome resembling the arch of the sky, the splendid sutcess of Wichcel Angelo, and the myriads! of associations which cluster around Rome and the Basilica— one by one these piemres were brought be fore the mind's eye by the skill of the orator. Prof. Butler is evidently a !man of learning but he lacks that original lire which makes one feel that be is in the presence of great ness. The next morning at 7 o’clock I took the stage for Barabuo, a"distance of forty miles. The sky was clear and bequliful. A gentle breeze was moving over the prairie. 1 was charmed with the thought bf having a ride over these native meadows—no! in a railroad car but behind a span of horses. An eastern person seldom gets a truq idea of what a prairie is, until with his ovijn eyes he beholds one spread out before him with all its beauty. They are not (at least what' I have seen in this Stale and northern Illinois) “level like a broad lake with nothing to rest the eye upon,” but the scene is ever, changing and yet no mountains are lo Be 1 seen'. Now we pass through a thick bunch of woods, now through an “oak opening,* now around the edge of a prairie bluff, now'sin the midst of a rolling meadow, now down the side of a gentle slope, now upon the level for half a mile with a bold “bluff” in front with rocks cropping out of the sides, now we near a beautijtri lake surrounded by sceneryQtow we are gazing upon a little “shanty” where som| one is just commencing aj home, the splendid edifice of an old farmer sur rounded by his wealth, now we look awiy for miles upon some houseless prairie uptil the vision is obstructed by some verdant bluff standing out against the sky. Thus the scene is continually changing arid continually ex citing one’s curiosity." You are not satisfied by a single view, but again and again you survey the same prospect. -Thoughts, strange and curious chase each other through, the mind. These broad prairies—was the forest, never taken from them byf the hand of man ? Have not these fields been cultivated ! Are there no marks of a former civilization 1 Are these meadows-just as they were when they came from the hand] of the Creator! Alas! the world is full of mystery. The past—the present—the future of this wonder ful country has never yet been comprehended by man. VVho was herp a thousand years ago? What shall be the ! nature of the insti tutions which shall flourish here a thousand years hence ? Where is: the prophet lo un ravel these mysteries? |But why speculate when speculation is vain| I turn to a more agreeable task—that of simple narration, . We look dinner at Lodi, a small town on the route. The afternoon was hot and I look a seat inside to escape the burning rays of the sun, but was poorly paid for my trouble, {soon found that my situation was worse than Falslaff’s in the “basket of foul linen.” More than “villanous smells” invaded my nostrils. An inveterate- smoker had taken his seat in front of me; I stood the first charge with Christian pajience ; but he com menced loading again, and about the same time a cloud of dust came rolling up from the wheels, sn I seized mv handkerchief and hallooed tcTihe driver in-order to get quarters in a more “congenial clime.” I bid adieu lo the smoker, and after wishing him and the whole tobacco tribe a “pleasant situation" in Advertisements will be charged $1 pec square of fourteen lines, for one, or three insertions,and 25 cents for every subsequent insertion. All advertise ments of less than fourteen lines considered ns a aqua ie. The following rates will be charged for Quarterly, Half-Yearly and Yearly advertising:— I 3 months. 6 months, 12 mo's 1 Square, (14 fines,) . $2 50 $4 30 86 00 3 Squares,. - - ■ .4 00 600 800 J column, - - - . 10 00 15 00 20 00 1 column,- - - . -18 00 30 00 40 00 Ajl advertisements not having the number of in, portions marked npon them, will be kept in until or dered ont.and charged accordingly. Posters, Handbills, Bill,and Letter Heads, and all kinds of Jobbing done in country establishments, executed neatly and promptly. Justices’, Consta bles'and other BLANKS, constantly on hand and printed to order. NO. 111. Ethiopia or some other delectable region, look “quarters” on the “upper deck,” and otdered the driver to go ahead. During the afternoon we crossed the Wis consin in a ferry boat. This is a large and beautiful river flowing to the south-west. It could not have been far from this spot where, one hundred and eighty-four years ago, the “illustrious Marquette, with his as sociale, five Frenchmen as companions, and two Algonquins aa- guides,” came with their two bark canoes to this river. They floated along down on the boson oflhis broad stream to the Mississippi; and were the first while men who trod, soil of lowa. Marquette and his comrades were then surrounded by Indians, now there are inn few Indians and they are surrounded by the whites. The lowing buffalo and the wild game of the for est have disappeared with the red men who followed upon their trails; and free institu tions and social life are now enjoyed upon the prairies which were then the wonder of Marquette. We reached Baraboo at 6 o’clock. I here found Howard H. Potter, a well known resi dent of Tioga County. Baraboo is the Coun ty seat of Sauk county. It is pleasantly sit uated on a bluff and contains 2500 inhabi tants. We rose on Saturday morning at -i o’clock and started for Devil’s lake (two miles distant) on a-fishing excursion. We should have risen at two, but Morpheus would not permit. The fiery orb had already made its appearance above the horizon. The lake is in the midst of a forest, surrounded on three sides by hills covered, with* loose rocks. The Indians had good grounds for supposing this the home of “‘evil spirits,” hence the name—“ Devil’s lake.” We found the boat in readiness on our arrival. We went aboard. Potter at the hook and I at the oars. We rowed about for an hour and a half. The lake was rough and one fish was all we had caught. Potter became impatient and ordered me to pull for shore. 1 thought of breakfast and obeyed the command. Ours was indeed, “fishermen’s luck,” although there are thou- sands of the “finny_ tribe!’ in this secluded lake. Our horse-had broken loose and gpne. Well! Beecher was right when he said: “the sport of fishing is noljatwaya th e fishing.”' 1 left Baraboo on Monday morning at 4 o’clock A. M. We came by a more westerly route, but the;day was rainy and I looked out of die stage only occasionally to get the contour of the country. We crossed the Wisconsin and reached Meza Manie on the Madison apd Prairie du Chien Railroad about noon. This is a new town but seems to be We took dinner and reached the growing. Capitol at o’clock. 1 walked from the de pot up to ihe business part of the City. -It is about ihree fourths of a mile and all the way rising ground. It is a beautiful spot. Hera on the lop of bluff stands the capiiol. Third Lake comes up to the City on the south-east, and Fourth Lake on the nor'h-west. A little to the west of the main part of the town on an adjoining bluff stand the two University buildings. The capital grounds comprise, I should think, about twenty acres ; the build ingjis in the centre.” The grounds are sur rounded by an iron fence. Entrance is made by eight different gates —one on each side and one at each angle. The ground is thus cut by the walks into eight right angle triangles. This whole field is covered with beautiful shade frees, affording an opporlunity for gov ernors and legislators, judges and lawyers to muse and “grow fat.” But although this is a beautiful town to live in, yet there are oth ers in the West "of far more life and business. This ends my story of the west. I have en deavored to give your readers a sketch of the country, and also make them acquainted with the impressions which these prospects make upon the mind of a person. I know 1 have but faintly done this, but it is all I expected. I shall start to-night at 10 o’clock for Janes- Yours truly, J. B-. C. Look to Your Homes. —Try to make them bqppy. Each home is a linle Slate—a sov ereignty by itself. Each father of a family should hold himself the paternal monarch there, ruling and caring for all things with a gentle but firm hand. Look to your homes, and keep them ever the pure retreats for every member of the household from the temptations of the world. Look to your in fluence at your homes, to the practices set before your children. Remember how readily they learn by seeing and hearing. What you utter as precept will do but little good, if the practice in to aid it. Look to your homes for the best means of doing good and being happy, A celebrated lecturer on natural philoso phy was one evening dilating upon the powers of the magnet —defying any one to name or show anything surpassing its powers. An old gentleman accepted the challenge, much to the lecturer’s surprise, but he nevertheless invited him on to the platform, when he told the lecturer that women was the magnet of magnets —foty. if\he loadstone on the table coultf aftacl a piece of iron for a foot or two, there was a yjouna womm who, when he was' a young man, ustd to attract him thirteen miles every Sunday to chat tcilh herf" __SiXGiS'b.—A New York paper says ;—A few Sundays ago, at one of our fashionable churches the choir sang a hymn to an opera tune which goes as follows ; —“My poor pol —my poor pol—-my poor polluted head.” Another line received the following:—“And in the pi—and in the pi—and in the pious ha delights,” And still "another was sung:— “And take the pil—and take the pil—and Jake the pilgrim home.”— Ex. Prayer is a sovereign remedy for sadness, lor it lifteth up the soul to God, who' is our oulv toy and conso’.alion. • ' /' Rales of AdvcrUsiUjj.
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