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PSALM XXIII.
Amidst the dark scenes of this world's weary strife,
THion the heart grows weary of earth ahd of life;
How sweet is the thought— when for rest our aoula pant,
“Tho Lord is my Shepherd 1 shall not want.”
His hand gently leads me where green pastures ware,
My o’er burdened soul in still waters he lares*,
And leads mo, when from hia safe fold I would break,
Into righteousness'paths, for his ovm names'soke.
Yea, tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s ralloyof gloom,
Without e’en one ray the dark, path to illume;
Vot will I not foar for tho rod of his lore.
And his staff to support toe, are stretch® 3 from above,
From His hand, shall my table 'with plenty abound,
Although the fierce toe should taf pathway surround*
On my brow, tbo oil of peace crer glows.
My full cup of bliss with His goodness o’erfloWß.
Ills mercy shall follow nxo surely through life,
My heart in His goodness shall ever delight;
Oh / surely my soul shall findjoy in HU lore,
My feet press the courts of His house evermore,
Northumberland, Pa.
The Spider and the Snake.
Asiomsusa teas of a socbe bph>eb.
It would seem that there is no living thing
so obnoxious as not to find some admirers,
tt’hat creatures so repulsive as rats and spi
tiers ? Yet the London Quarterly finds
something beautiful and even loveable in the
former, and Dr. Asa Fitch, in Harpers’
Monthly, labors to show that the latter “de|i
cate little objects” are worthy of our esteem
and admiration ! He denies that their bite
is fatal to any sane insects, and extols their
agility, adroitness, sagacity and heroism as
worthy of all praise. In support of these
views he tells the following curious story con
cerning a heroic spider who captured a snake.
The affair came' off last summer, in the store
of Chas. Cook, in the village of Havana,
Chemung County N. Y„ and is attested fay
the Hon. A. B. Dickinson, of Corning, who
himself - witnessed the phenomena, as did
more than a hundred others.
An ordinary looking spider of a dark color,
its body not larger than that of a common
house fly, had taken up its residence, it ap
pears, on the under side of a shelf beneath
the counter of Mr. Cook’s store. What may
wsuppose was the surprise and consterna
tion of this little animal on discovering a
snake abobt a loot long selecting for ils abode
the floor underneath, only two or three
spans from ils neat. It was a common silk
snake, which, perhaps, had been brought into
the store unseen in a quantity of sawdust’
with which the floor had been recently
"carpeted.” The spider was well aware, no
doubt, that it would inevitably fall a prey to
this horrid monster the first time it should
incautiously venture within its reach. We
should expect that to avoid such a frightful
doom, it would forsake ils present abode, and
seek a more secure retreat elsewhere. But
it is not improbable that a brood of ils eggs
or young was secreted near the spot, which
the parent foresaw would fall a prey to this
monster if (hey were abandoned by (heir
natural guardian and protector. We can
conceive of no other motive which cWno
have induced tho optdo*- » pc*ti**°ctously to
remain and defend that particular spot at the
imminent risk of her life, when she could so
easily have fled and herself in
tome secure corner elsewhere.
But how, we may well ask, was it possible
[or such a weak, leader little creatlire to
tombat such a powerful mail-clad giant?
What power had she to do anything which
:ould subject the monster to even the slightest
ncoavenience or molestation ? Her ordinary
resort, that of fettering and binding her vic
tim by throwing her threads of cobweb
[round it, it is plain, would be of no more
Ivatl here than the cords upon the limbs of
Ehe unshorn Samson. Aware that her ac- ]
uslomed mode was useless, bow did she'
cqoire (he knowledge and sagacity requisite
for devising another, adapted so exactly to
Ihe case in hand—onq depending upon the
structure and habits of the serpent to aid in
rendering it successful ? How was she able
[to perceive that it was in her power to wind
a loop of her threads around this creature’s
[throat, despite all his endeavors to foil her in
[this work—a loop of sufficient strength to
hold him securely, notwithstanding his strug
gles and writhings, until by her taekle-like
power she could gradually hoist him up from
the floor, thus literally hanging him by the
neck until be was dead ? for this was the
feat which this adroit little heroine actually
performed—a feat beside which all the fabled
exploits of Hercules in overpowering lions
and serpents and dragons'sink into utter in
significance I And who can say that in the
planning and execution of this stupendous
achievement, there was not forethought,
: reasoning a careful weighing of all the diffi
-1 culties and dangers, and a clear perception
[in the mind of this little creature that she
1 possessed the abiliiy to accomplish what she
undertook ; in short, an exercise of faculties
pf a much higher order than the mere instinct
»htch is commonly supposed to garde and
govern these lower animals in their move
ments 1 ....
By what artifice the spider was able in the
■first of the attack to accomplish what, if did,
we can only conjecture, as its work was not
discovered nnfit the most difficult and daring
part of its feat had been performed. When
first seen, it had placed a loop around the
neck; of the serpent, from the top of which a
•Single thread was carried,upward and attach
ed to the under side of the shelf, whereby
toe head of the serpent was drawn up about
vro inches from the floor. The snake was j
in n mov , ,o e at >d around, incessantly,
«rJin»' rC 888 ' ar S e as its tether would allow,
floor y Un *' ) 'e 10 gel its head down to the
r . w "hdraw it from the noose | while
0)0 l!! ' 8 spider, exuiiingly no doubt in
sure which tIOW
b yond a petadyenlure, was ever and
P as smg down to the loop and nn to the
tbp ,l aJd ! nfi hereby an additional , strand to
(tread, eqefi of which new strands being
VOL. IV.
tightly drawn, elevated the head of the make
gradually more and more.
But the most curious aud skillful parts of
its performance is yet to be told. When it
was in the act of running down the thread
to the loop, the reader will perceive it was
possible for the snake, by turning its bead
vertically, ,to snap at and seize the spider in
his mouth. This bad ■no doubt been re
peatedly attempted T&ithe earlier part of the
conflict; but instead of catching the spider,
his snakesfaip caught himself thereby in bn
additional trap. The spider, probably by
watchiog each opportunity when the mouth
of the snake had thus been turned towards
her, adroitly, with her hind legs, as when
throwing a thread around a fly, had thrown
one (bread after another over the mouth of
the snake, so that he was now perfectly muz
zled, by a series of threads placed over it
vertically, and these were held from being
pushed asunder by another series of threads
placed horizontally as my informant slates
he particularly observed. No muzzle of wire
or wicker work for the mouth of the animal
could be woven with more artistic regularity
and perfection ; and the snake occasionally
making a desperate attempt to open his
month, would merely put these threads upon
a stretch.
AMIE.
The snake continued his gyrations, his
gait becoming more slow, however, from
weakness and fatigue, and the spider con
tinued to move down and up on the cord,
gradually shortening it, until, at last, when
drawn upward so far that only two or three
inches of the tail touched the floor, the snake
expired, about six days after he was first dis
covered.
A more heroic feat than that which this
little spider performed is probably nowhere
upon record—a snake a foot in length hung
by a common house spider! Truly, the race
is not to the swifl, nor is the battlealo the
strong! And this phenomenon mayHserve
to indicate to us that the intelligence with
which the Creator has endowed the humblest,
feeblest of his creatures, is ample for ena
bling them to to triumph in any emergency
in which He places them, if they but exer
cise the faculties He has given them. It is
only the slothful, cowardly, timorous, that
fail, and they fail not so much before their
enemies as before their own supineness.
Shooting Pigeons Without Shot.
A correspondent at Chillicoihe, Ohio, under
dale of August 25, records the following an
ecdote as a veritable /act:
A week or two since the woods and feeding
lots around this city were “perfectly alive”
with pigeons—as indeed, they are every fail
and spring. Among the many who seized
(heir double barreled guns and rushed to the
sl^il^ erwa 4 n -- y fegertp-iis
{Yns occasion, indeed, that after driving at
2.40 speed some five or six miles out from ,
the town, and seeing his horse properly put
away, he discovered with dismay that he had
left his shot bag at home! Here was a di
lemma for you ! And to make the incident
intolerable, the morning was simply perfect,
and the birds setting and rising in clouds! —
What was to be done ? That was a question
upon which Sam exhausted his ingenuity,
without arriving at any satisfactory conclu
sion. Having gyrated two or three limes
taround the eighty acre lot, to the music of
some profane exclamations, he became calm
enough to make up his mind /or the return
trip pigeonless. Jnst at that moment he saw
another sportsman drive up to the fence near
by, and soon recognized Capt, R ■ “Ah,
how lucky’."—thought Sam; “I can beg,
buy or borrow some shot of him. But—-but
—what il he has a short supply, and declines
1 a divide in view of the multitude of birds'?
Ah ! 1 have an idea 1"
“Good morningj Capt A beautiful
morning this, for shooting ; and the pigeons
are as thick as blackberries,”
“Cooi’n morgen, Herr K k,” respond
ed (he new comer, who is one of the most
gentlemanly, but not one of the sharpest of
kraut and sausage consumers; “me think we
have plenty of sbooten dis day.”
“Yes, plenty sport, Captain. But Isay, 1
do you see yon coffee nut tree at the edge of
the limber? its big leaves hanging down,
look like pigeons. Now that lrse will attract
the birds to light upon it. S’pose we build a
blind there, and shoot together to-day ? We
can lake in a thousand or tiro I guess !”
■ “Very coot, Herr K— k,” responded the
German, and in a few minutes lha cornstalk
blind was erected, and the sportsmen enscon
ced behind it, ready for business.
On came the long line of birds, circling
around the feeding ground for a,moment, and
.then settling upon the coffee nut tree in tens,
.fifties, hundreds.
“All ready now, Captain?’’ asked Sara.
“Yah !” exclaimed the excited captain.
“Fire together, then s’—bang! 5 ’ —bang! bang ! went
both guns and a dozen birds were fluttering
on the ground beneath the tree, .besides two
or .three that sailed,off wounded and were
lost. • . , ' . V •'
“Pretty well done>J” exclajrhcd Sam.
.Buklet them lie,. Captainijwe will gather up
Ihe spoils when nc get tired of killing. ; .
And so they shot nil day long, .Sara tab'"®
especial pains lb fire simultaneously,with Hi
and when on one or two occasions, he acci
dentally fired alone, the “d—d gun hung
fire,”, or “something got'>“ his eye just as he
putted the ttiggori" and resuUed m a clear
miss. In the evening they divided some one
hundred and folly birds, between the®,, and
drove home in high-, glee, ov,er their,fio°u
sport,and- heavy game .begs. To this hour,
the Captain has,not. learned the feet that Sam
did not fire a single charge pf shot all that
1 dag. . . - -•-■ -
WELLSBORQ, TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 17, 1857.
How much excellent material baa been
wasted,, and utterly spoiled, by unskilful fin
gers ! This ejaculation is not less applicable
to inanimate matter, than to mind and heart.
How many a boy, of fine pans and excellent
natural disposition, whom accident has thrown
upon the wrong track ; and given a false di
rection, has been ruined forever, by absurd
mismanagement, and lor the want of a judi
cious and friendly hand to turn the switch 1
This is a short preface to a short story,
which interested me when I heard it, many
years ago, and which a recent event has
freshened in my memory, I cannot remem-
her the year—it was'long ago—that I passed
the night, Under the hospitable roof of the
Hon. Salem Tpwne, of Charlton, r in the coun
ty of Worcester. As we sat together in the
evening, and were speaking of education and
of schools, Mr. Towne informed me, that
about the year 1800, he taught a school in
the south-western district, of Charlton. An
inhabitant of Sturbridge, the adjoining town,
had a son, of whose abilities and general
character he appeared to entertain a low es-
umate, and of whom he spoke.to Mr. Towne
‘•disparagingly, as a boy, who gave him trou
ble.” Mr, Towne, notwithstanding this pa
ternal forewarning, consented to receive the
lad, on probation. On the evening of the
very first day, the school agent camo to the
teacher, and told him, that the boy was a bad
boy, and he would disturb the whole school,
and must be turned out. The agent, very
probably, received his impressions, from the
judicious parent, who seems to have made no
secret of bis opinions. Mr. Towne rejected
this hasty counsel, and informed the agent
that he should keep a watchful eye upon the
lad, and that he thought it would be lime
enough to turn him out of school, when ho
made any disturbance,.and that he was enti
tled to a fair trial, When the boy came for
the first time to recite his lesson, and had goi
ter; through, Mr. Towne told him to shut up
his book. Ha did so, but instantly recoiled,
and dodged his dread, as if bo expected a
blow. The teacher enquired what was the
matter ; —the'boy replied that he supposed ho
should be beaten ; and, being asked if he had
been accustomed to such usage, he replied in
the affirmative. Mr. Towne then quieted his
alarm, and assured him, that he had nothing
to fear, if he conducted himself well; and
encouraged him, by commending his recita
tion ; and was so impressed, fay "the lad’s
manner of receiving this approbation, that he
ventured to say to him—'•/ believe you are
a good bay /” These words not only enter
ed the ear—they reached the heart. I will
not adopt the strong expression, which I once
heard, from the lips of a very intelligent Jes
uit, and say that the teacher had found a mn* ,
(hat* hour, he had effectually “turned the |
switch. That beautiful appeal—“my son
give me thy heart,” had not beeu thus silently
made, in vain. The lad told his associates,
that, though others had said he was a bad
boy, Me. Towne had told him he believed he
was a good boy, and he was sure he wished
to be a good boy.
Not long after, the school agent came again,
and earnestly required, that this boy be dis
missed from the school. With this request
Mr. Towne refused to comply ; and said that
ha “liked the appearance and conduct of the
boy, and thought that, with some little illus
tration of the law of kindness, be would make
fcimself known in the world, as a useful
citizen,” i , . . ,
'(tend the school.
This youth continued to a- .
daily, and steadily, and profitably, Ibr two
winters. At the close of the second winter,
the father came to Mr. Towne, and said—
“ Bill says, that you say I must send him to
College, and have him fitted, with some pri
vate family, not at an academy.” ■ The fath
er inquired of Mr. Towne what he had seen
in Bill, to justify the idea of sending him to
College. “I see,” said Mr. Towne, “a boy
that you will hear of in after life.” Mr.
Towne recommended the Rev. Mr. Lyman,
of Connecticut, as an instructor. This course
was followed } and the boy went to College,
and the predictions of his kind nnd judicious
primary teacher have been verified—the boy
was heard-from in after life! After having
filled many stations of the very first import
ance in our country and passed the seventieth
mile-stone, in the path of man from the cra
dle to the grave, he is now numbered with the
dead—that Slurbridge boy, William L.
Makov, is oo more! ...
Upon the tidings of Mr. Marcy s decease,
I had a wish to tell this interesting story to
the world. Unwilling to trust entirely to my
memory, I addressed a letter to my friend.
General Towne, and communicated that wish
(b him. His reply is now before me, in which
he' says—“ Please say as little of me as you
can. It can only be said, that a boy, who
had been unfortunately dealt with,-happened
to become a pupil of mine, and I happened
to discover that ho was a lad of noble mind;
and that proper direction and change of poli
cy only were necessary to tjittke him a man,
whoso influence might in after life, be widely
extended.” Firmly believing as I do that,
under God, Mr. Marcy was deeply indebted
to this kind, considerate friend, for thus turn
ing the switch so opportunely, I. think the
public will not agree with General Towne, in
ascribing to chance what has evidently re
sulted from an .excellent discretion.
Among the accomplishments and virtues
of Mr. Marcy, be possessed and cultivated a
oenisl and grateful temper. He never forgot
his obligations to tho teacher of the village
school.in Charlton ; and on : numerous occa
along, private and public, evidently took a
particular please in proclaiming them openly.
Upon tho occasion of a military review,
and, at. the dinner table, that- gallant soldjpt
Turning the Switch.
and perfect gentleman, Governor Brooks, ob
serving the very familiar "and friendly rela
tion between Mr. Marcy and Gen. Towne,
who were present, inquired of Mr. Marcy
how he and Towne had become so intimate;
upon which Mr. Marcy replied pointing tow
ards Gen. Towne —“be made me—-whatever
I have attained I owe to him.”—
“That,” replied the Governor, “requires
tome explanation.” Mr. Marcy then pro
ceeded in his happy manner, and in the pres
ence of the company who had become much
interested in (he recital, to narrate the days
of small things—his eariy discouragements
—his first recitation before the teacher of the
village school, in Charlton—how expecting
to be coiled as usual, he had dodged from the
anticipated blow—the teacher’s surprise—the
effect upon his young heart of the first words
of commendation he had,-ever received—the
stirring of all his good purposes, upon hear
ing for the first time in his life, that he was
believed to be “a good boy,” “Yes,” said Mr.
Marcy, “Towne made me.”
Simon Sugg’s Land Speculations
Before Suggs opened his saddle bags to pay
the Indian woman for the land. General Law
son, who wanted a slice, came to Suggs and
said : “Mr. Suggs,” said he, “I’d like to have
an interest in your contract, and Pm willing
to pay for it; “I’ll find Ihe money to pay the
Indian, and give you an. interest of one.”—
“Not ’thout 1 was willing;would ye ?" asked
Suggs jeeringly. “I’tUki better than that,”
said Taylor, “I’ll furnish the money and give
you half the land sells for, when we part
with it 1” “Very proverbly,” remarked Si
mon, “but onless some on ye counts me out
five hundred, and furnishes your own money
to buy the land with, I shall have to onlock
these here,” patting the saddle bags, “and
buy it for myself.” “I’ll do it!” said Col.
Bryan, who had been making a calculation
on the inside crown of his hat—“l’ll do it!”
“Ah !” said Suggs, “ that's what made the
chicken squall—Your the man I’m a huntin’,
draw your weopins !” The land was forth
with ‘certified’ to Suggs, who immediately
transferred it to Bryan. “Now gentlemen,”
said the captain, “everybody’s satisfied ain’t
(hdy ?” “If they ain't they ought to be,”
replied Col. Bryan, who was delighted with
his bargain. “I think so, too,” remarked
Suggs, “and bein’ as that’s the case,” he con
tinued, opening his saddlebags, “as I had to
act before you all, as if my saddle bags were
full of gold and silver, or else loose my
chance of profit here; I’ll now throw out
these here rocks and old iron, for its mighty
tiresome to a horse!” and the captain did
throw out the rocks and the old iron, for he
bad, not a dollar in the world !—The specula
tor’s vnnioKft/l , -, , - - - . t • ...
mured ibe captain to himself, musingly, * to
get along in.” Ef a feller don’t make every
aidge cut he’s in the back ground direcdy.—
It’s tile and strive and tussle every way to
make an honest livin.” “Well 1” he contin
ued, in a strain of unusual piety, as he threw
up and caught a toleau of dollars; “well,
there is a Providence that provides ; and ef a
man will only stand squar’ up to what’s right,
it will prosper his endeavors to make some
thin’ to feed his children on ! Yes, there is
a Providence! I should like to see the man
who would say there ain’t,- I don’t hold with
no sich, Ef a man says there ain’t no Prov
ideoce, you may bo sure there’s something
wrong here,” striking in the region of his
breast pocket—“and that man will swindle
you ef he can—certain 1”
Mbs 'who Never Die. —Men who are
truly great, we dismiss not to the chambers
of forgetfulness and death. What we ad
mired, and prized and venerated in them, can
never be forgotten. I had almost said that
they are now beginning to live; to live that
life of‘ unimpaired influence, of unclouded
fame, of unmingled happiness, for which their
talents and services were destined. Such
men can not die.
To be cold and breathless ; to feel not and
speak not; this is not the end of existence
to the men who have breathed theft spirits in
to the institutions of their country, who have
stamped their characters on the pillars of the
age, who have poured their hearts’ blood into
the channels of the public posterity.
Tell me, ye who tread the sod of yon sa
cred height, is Warren dead ? Can you not
still see him,- not pate and prostrate, the blood
of his gallant heart pouring out of his ghast
ly wound, but moving resplendent over the
field of honor, with the rose of heaven upon
his cheek, and the fire of liberty in bis eye?
Tell me, ye who make pious pilgrimages
to the shades of Vernon, is Washington In
deed, shut up in that cold arid narrow house?
'The hand that traced the charter of inde
pendence is, indeed, motionless; ihe eloquent
lips that sustained it, are hushed; but the
lofty spirits “that conceived,' resolved and
maintained it, and which alone, to such men,
“make it life to live,” these cannot expire :
“Those shall resist the empire of decay.
When time is o'er, and sv.irlds have passed array;
Cold In the dust the perished heart may lie.
Bat that Which warmed it once, can never die.”
Years ago, when as vet the pomps and
vanities of the world had not invaded the
churches, Father Ostrander was presiding
elder among the Methodists in this region.—
To his horror, one Sabbath, as he was read
ing the hymn, he heard the twang of a rousf
cal instrument in the Choir, and pausing, he
demanded; ’ ‘‘ . ■
“What’s that you’ve got up’ there in the
choir 7". i - '
“A bass viol, sir,” meekly replied the
loader. ' ' \ .
7' pi say it is’nt 1” said the indignant elder!
a great, Ungodly fiddle I Take il away !*
1 . They took it away;- •
Agitation.
Fbiend Cobb : Since ihe fossilized democ
racy make a great cry about “agitation" and
are quite vehement in their denunciations of
“agitators,’’. permit me to say a word con
cerning this dangerous class of persons.
The true principles of a body of men are
sometimes the antipodes of the common ac
ceptation of the terms by which they are
known, and quite frequently parties seize hold
of names that are dear to the people; merely
to advance their own selfish purposes. Might
not this apply to our onion saving, liberty
loving politicians who tenaciously cling bold
of the magic word democracy, while not a
vestige of its principles remain with them.
I hold, that to the religious end political
agitators of past ages we are indebted for the
greater part of oar real liberties. Had it
not. been for this despised class lhe world
would have presented a very'different aspect.
The agitators have been the iru'e benefactors
£>f mankind. In their warm hearts the cause
'of human brotherhood has ever! beaten high.
They have proved to be menl of sufficient
nerve lo place themselves against public opin
ion and labor for the principles of eternal jus
tice, long since crushed to the earth by legal
ized wrong. ' i
. Where would true religion. have been to
day if Luther, Melancthon and their co
workers had tamely submitted lb the growing
arrogance of the Papal power—--never daring
to lift their voices against its manifold assump
tions ? Even our most orthodox democrats
will admit that their veiws werb correct, and
that they acted the part of noble reformers
in the struggle against the strong arm of Ca
tholicism. But I submit were! they not the
princes of Agitators ? Was noijLuther great
ly in the wrong for gelling up an excitement
against Tetzel, for selling indulgences to sup
ply the empty coffers of his Papal Highness?
What will our modern wiseacres say of
those renowned English Barons,jwho in 1215,
forced from John the Magna Charts, which
to this day is regarded as the great palladium
of political liberty !■- And did not a mighty
agitation follow their denial of the great
powers assumed by him? j
Again, was not Hampden and his fellow
laborers the groat agitators Ibalj distinguished
the 17lh century? Every one gives those
great champions of the people much credit
for resisting the constant innovations of
Charles; even Democrats applaud,them for
opposing hisilgrievous taxes in'the name of
“ship money),” but did not a civil war follow
as the result lung to be remembered ? But
these ‘‘fanatical agitators” succeeded in wrest
ing from the crown manv of tie •’
Bui we need not leave our owjn land to find
a parly of crazy theorists, who even our
Mulatto Democrats will condescend to praise
a little, now and ihen, in their cut and dried
speeches, j, I mean that crazy set of fanatics
who met in Phila., July 4, 1776, and after a
very solemn deliberation came to the startling
conclusion that Man has a fdw inalienable
rights, and that rulers may eyen transcend
their constitutional powers 1 They, by some
means, conceived the idea that the Stamp
Act was not just the thing and were rather
against George HI. taxing them so heavily
without letting them have a little voice in the
councils of the nation. Accordingly they
concluded that they would “agitate” these
matters a trifle, and almost every body has
heard of the petty struggle which ensued.—
Mr. Democrat dont you Think Franklin, Hen
ry & Co., a visionary set of! “moon struck
theorists " for daring to oppose the Royal pre
rogative?
\Who before ever heard of conservative
tddraocracy ? What would Jefferson say if
he were on earth, at the conservative doc
trines inserted into their platforms ? I once
thought that progress was a cherished princi
ple of our nation—that action was a distin
guishing characteristic of this people, but by
the new dogmas forth by the self-styled J
democratic party, it is v from now, henceforth,
to be treason for a manTb think in opposition
to the administralionists. what if they
chpose to injure the cause! bf Humanity by
calling the Republicans, ls not
agitation the moving element of “man’s na
ture? Does not the still water become pu
trid ? Suppose our revolutionary fathers had
settled down in “conservatism” where would
have been our “Union” that our democratic
friends are so blatant about? fn short has
no.l every new discovery in the sciences been
brought about by agitation-and discussion?
When has any great, principle been demon
strated wilhoul causing an agitation through
out the scientific world? What shall we say
of the “agiiation’’ gotten upjby Andrew Jack
son on the Bank question ? j
But cannot Republicans afford (o he called
hard names as long as every movement for
reform in Church or Slalej—erery endeavor
tor -Human Liberty or Human Right .has
been thus assailed ? Was not even our own
Washington censured and Iris motives called
m question? And his gredt precursor, Wil
liam Prince of Orange wad publicly branded
as “a perjurer and pest cif society.”- Wi|-
berfbree and his followers were set down as
a “junto of sectaries, sophists, enthusiasts
and fanatics.” Socrates suffered martyrdom
on the accusation of corrupting the Athenian
youth, and the Saviour expired upon Calvary
fori his alleged' false' teaching?. But such
things should not dishearten the true Republi
cab. He labors Tor something beyond pre
sent rewards. His mission is highej than
dqUars and cents. As .icing as tyranny out
rages and wrong is uphold by the powers that
be, so long will the true worker be called Up
op to qopuibyle ]ii§ efforts fur.the mdwia
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tion of his brother man who ia reduced to
bondage—crashed to earth by those that cry
freedom when they only mean slavery.
“Truth crushed to datlh, will rise again,
The eternal years of God are hers;
But writhes in pain.
And diet amid her worshipers.”
Ma. Editor j Allow me through your pa.
per to say a lew words in reply to Philo’s
“suggestions to the ladies of Wellsboro’.
‘ That our “faces are pale and sallow” is
painfully true, hut that it is owing to “Sla.
very to the needle” we hesitate to believe, for
close observation lead* us to conclude that
few communities of ladies are more freely
blessed with leisure than our own, Certainly
there are exceptions but we aro speaking of
ourselves as a community.
“Confinement” probably in some cases has
something to do with our poor health, but
are there not more apparent causes than
either of these ? la not slavery to fashion
killing hundreds where “slavery to the nee.
die” kills one. Occasionally we find one suf.
fenng from long continued use of the needle
and confinement to close rooms, but each day
Shows us hundreds going down to the tomb
the slaves of fashion. Can we with any de~
gree of reason expect to live out half our
days when in the constant habit of compress
ing.the lungs, exposing the feet in a way
which would soon destroy the lives of our
healthiest men, and burdening the person with
a weight of clothing at once unnecessary and
health destroying? Promenade our streets
in summer evenings, then tell me if you can
why ws see so many with heads uncovered,
exposed to the heavy dews and fogs some
what peculiar to this region.
. Riding and walking are each a good exer
cise, but many of us do not keep a carriage,
and others might feel it quite impossible lo
lake “Jong walks.” In such cases what do
you think friend “Philo” would not reason
able exorcise in the kitchen be advantageous?
Is it not a wrong idea to be ashamed of this
sort of exercise ?
We are nor a stranger to one who was told
by one of the “mushroom aristocracy” when
about settling here, that if she would move in
the Jest society j she would be expected to
keep "a girl.” Is it not wrong for our elder
matrons to advance such false ideas to the
minds of the young? Should not woman be
taught that one of her greatest virtues is an
ability and a will to make her own home
comfortable, and! to do this with her own
hands is much io her credit ? And should
she riot be taught that the “best society 1 ’ is
found among those who best know how to
Aaaf ,! men-
Uoned, and. as there are many other evils
.among os will she not be willing to speak of
them plainly t A Mother.
Moral Suasion. — A wayward son of iho
Emerald Isle left bis bed; and board, which
he and Margaret had occupied for a long
while, and spent bis lime,around rum shops,
where he always managed to cmmt himself
on hand, when anybody shouldfsland treat.
Margaret was dissatisfied with this state of
things, and endeavored to get her husband
home again. We shall see how she succeed
ed in the matter:
“Now, Patrick, my honey, will ye come
back 7”
“No, I’ll not come back.”
“And won’t ye come back for the love of
the childer 1”
“Not for the love of the childer.”
“Will ye come for the love of mccself
Patrick V’~ ' --—, . '
“Niver at all. Way~wid-yg^’
“An Patrick, won’t the love oftheEharch
bring you back ?”
“The Church to the divil, and then I won’t
come back.”
Margaret thought she would try one other
inducement. Taking a pint bottle of whiskey
from her pocket, and holding it up to her tru
ant husband, she said;
“Will ye copae back for the likes ’o that ?”
“Ah, my darlin,” answered Pat, unable to ~
stand such an invitation, “it’s ycrself that al
ways brings me home again—ye’ve got such
a winuin’ way wid ye.”
Heaven Brought Down to Us.—At tho
Yale commencement, Mr. Perkins of Ver
mont, ridiculed ibe aristocratic idea of those
who anticipate heaven only os a glorified
-Fifth Avenue. And this reminds ,us of a
lender mother, who was endeavoring to con.
vey to.the inquiring mind of her little child
an idea of heaven, and-the necessity of be
ing a good boy, in order to obtain admission
there hereafter. She pictured to his iraagU
nalfon-lhe happiness of the blest, and as ati
additional inducement for him to lead a cor
rect life, said lhat he would be “like the an
gels, who have golden-harps in their hands.”
“Mamma,” responded the urchin, wistfully
gazing into his mother’s eyes, “mamma, if
it makes no difference to God> I'd rather have
a jews-harp."
There is a girl in Troy whose lips are so
sweat that they slick together, every morning,
by the honey they distil, and she cannot open
her mouth until she has parted her lips «hh
a silver knife. She will a treasure to her
husband —not only on accouot of her sweet
ness, but because she can occasionally keep
her mouth shot.
A few Sundays ago, a divine preached a
furious political sermon at Leinster, N. H.,
when finding bis audience gradually deserting
the church, he thanked God, in a fer*ant
.manner, that among -other things granted
him, he possessed the power of “casting ouj-
JcvtL.'’ ■. . • ••
FRANK.