[ Bates of Advertising. Lvcrliseraents will be charged 81 per Square of ileen lines, for one, or three msertions, end 25 L fur every subsequent insertion. AUadverUse- Efj of less than fourteen lines considered as a Lie The following rates will be charged (or frierly, Half-Yearly and Yearly advertising:— I 3 months. 6 months. 12 ton's w llumn ---- 10 00 15 0 0 20 00 luSnl 1800 . 30 00 40 00 [ll advertisements not having the number of ra. Sons marked upon them, will be kept in until or. L] out and charged accordingly. Esters) Handbills, Bill,and Letter Beads,and all Is of Jobbing done in country establishments, luted neatly and promptly. Justices’, Conala- and other BLANKS, constantly on hand and lied to order. that beautiful prayer. The queenly moon was shining bright. The stars looked down with softened light. The earth lay sleeping in their beams Like a wearied child, gone to its dreams. Winds were sighing a lullaby, And low and mournful was their cry, So like the wail of a saddened heart Whose chords sore grief hath rent apart. Bet a sweet, low lone fell on mine ear, A tone which thrilled my soul to hear, Like music on the evening air Were the tender words of that beautiful prayer. iicrenceeille, Dec. 1857. AGNES. ‘ A Yankee Story. The'funny columns in the English papers ive more of their stuff “for smiles” from irnals in this country, than from any other iree. We find in one of them this Tudicri anecdoie of the “bewitched clock.” kboui half past eleven o’clock on Sunday ht, a human leg, enveloped in blue broad ih, might have been seen entering Deacon pbas Barberry’s kitchen window. The was followed, finally, by the entire person a live Yankee, attired in bis sundaygo-lo elin’ clothes. It was, in short, Joe May ed who thus burglariously won his way j the Deacon’s kitchen. ‘Wonder how, much the old deacon made orderin’ me not to darken his door again ?” iioquized the old gentleman. ‘Promised 1 1 wouldn’t, but didn’t say nothin’ about iders. Winders Uas good as doors, el e ain’t no nails to tear your trowsers into, inder if Sally’ll come down. The critter imised me. I’m affeered to move about re,’ cause I might break my shins over nelhin or norther and wake the old folks. Id enough to freeze a Polish bear here. , here comes Sally.” The beauteous maid descended with a :a»ant smile, a tallow candle, a box of lit er matches. After receiving a rapturous acting she made a rousing fire in the oking stove, and the happy couple sat iwn to enjoy the sweet interchange of vows d hopes. But the course of .true love ran i a whit smoother in old Barberry’s kitchen in it does elsewhere, and Joe who was just iking up bib mind to treat himself to a kiss, is startled by the deacon, her father, shout- I from his chamber door : “Sally ! what are you gelling up in the, iiidle of the night for 3” “Tell him it’s most morning,” whispered ie. “1 can’t tell a fib,” said Sally. “I’ll make it a truth, then,” said Joe; and unning to (he huge old fashioned clock that :ood in the corner, he set it at five. “Look at the clock, and tell me what time is,” cried the old gentleman. “Its’ five by the clock,” said Sal; and jrroborating her words, the clock struck ve. The lovers sat down again and resumed leir conversation. Suddenly the stair case egan to creak, “Good gracious I its father,’’ [claimed Sally. “The deacon, by thunder!” cried Joe— Hide me Sally !" “Where can I hide youl” cried the dis acted girl. “0,1 know,” said he, “I’ll squeeze into is clock case.” And without another word : concealed himself in the case and closed iC door. The deacon was dressed, and seating him tlf down by the cooking stove, pulled out s pips, lighted it, and began deliberately to noke. "FiVe o’clock, eh 1” said he. “Well, ! hall have lime to smoke three or four pipes, nd then I’ll go and feed the critters.” “Hadn’t you better feed the critters fust 1” oggested the dutiful Sally. ! “No; stnokin, clears my head and wakes ne up,’’ replied the deacon, who seemed not t whit disposed to hurry his enjoyment. But -r-r r-whiz-ding ! ding—went the clock. “Tormented lightning!” cried the deacon, Parting up and dropping his pipe on ths Uovq; “what’n airlh’s that!” “It’s only the clock striking five,” replied Sally, tremulously. Whiz-ding! ding ding! went the old clock uriously. “Power of creation!” cried the deacon. ‘Strikin’ five! it’s struck more than a hun dred limes already.” “Deacon Barberry!” cried the deacon’s belter half, who had hardly robed herself, and now camo plunging down the staircase in the wildest state of alarm, “what in the universe is the matter with the clock 1” “Goodness only knows,” replied the old man, •‘it’s been a hundred years in the fam ily, and it never carried on so afore.” Whiz ! ding ! ding! whiz-z! went the ;lock again. “It’ll burst itself!” cried the old lady shed mg a flood of tears, “and there wont he tothm, left of it.” It s bewitched I” said the deacon, who retained a leaven of good old New EtHand superstition in his nature. “Any how,” a , flera P ause . advancing resolutely awards the clock. “I’ll see what’s going on Oh, don l cried his daughter, seizing one h,s coat la.ls, while his wife dung to'lhe S.W ’’ Ch ° rUSed both «« wo^eS . tn 7 ra| menl!” shouted the dea am t feered of the power* of dark. -ness.” slim'd ourr 16 " wouldn ’ 1 le . l g° >*° deacon den f- coat ’ B °d while from the sud upoX%T°[res‘^ace’lhey feU heavily i if. . , . o f’ ha P'lched forward and seized ...ii oftbe clock. But no human power inside 111 j° r 1,06 wa * holding it.from the mS^ w,t 1 ha death grip. 8 r - ~ deacon began to be dreadfully '? ,ened - He gave one more tug. when an Tin: \iin\niu, Btfjotea to tin SfcxttmUyn of tfje &vtu of JFmOom anO tfce Sptegft of ®esltfcg Reform, j WHILE thebe shall be a WBONO unbiobted, and UNTIE “man’s inhumanity to man” shall cease, agitation must continue. YOL. IY; of a fiend in distress, burst then the clock case pitched it the deacon, felt head long tsbed its face and wrecked js. The current of air ex sandle—the deacon the old fled up stairs, and Joe May* ; himself from the clock, >e in the same way in which unearthly yell as from the inside, t bead foremost a on the floor, tm» its - fair proportion tinguisbed the lady, and sally weed exlricaun effected his esea he entered. The next day the story of ho had been bewitcl lieved his versit Joe Mayweed, ai affair, and hinte trying (he experi and that vagaric only in a distent However, (he Joe was aljowed won (he assent 6 with Sally, by n went as well as « all Appleton was alive with v Deacon Barberry’s clock led, and although many he ir, yet some, and especially fected to discredit the whole d that the deacon bad been meht of tasting frozen cider, ! 8 of the clock case" existed jiered imagination, interdict being talked off, to resume his courting, and if the old people to bis union repairing the old clock till it ever. Fanning of a Female Beauty. In these days of exhausted Ae-raergencies, it is as well to remember that there is a the mergehcy, which, in our country, as yet, has never been called upon. We refer to the yearly crop which is regularly brought to market in the south of France—that of fe male Hair, At Morlaas, in the lower Pyre nees there is an ‘Annual Hair Fair,’ of which the Boston Courier gives the following ac count ; “The hair dealers were crowding into the place from all quarters —from Toulouse, and even from Bordeaux; and the young peasant girls of the neighborhood, famous for their fine apd abundant heads of hair, were flock ing to the market like sheep, to be shorn of their locks, for the adornment of prouder heads. Even young husbands accompany their wives, to insist upon their despoiling themselves, for a trilling consideration of their beautiful heads of hair, and a majority of the damsels part with their locks lor a tenth part of that sum. This singular market is held in the open street, and attracts crowds of curious as well as interested persons. Girls are seen, to be , 1 sheared in public, while others are waiting their turn, with their caps in their band, and their long hair combed out and hanging down to their waists. The shearers ore men as well as. women. Some of our fair reader* will conclude that this must be a degrading scene.' But how else could the slock of wjga, frisettes, bands and top pieces and curls, which is needed to prop up the tottering beauty of the sex, be supplied 1 Tons of black silken hair, sheared in the manner above described, from the beads of the peasant damsels of the south of France, are imported into this coun try annually. . There are fairs in other places in the south of France and Brittany, where adventurous virtuosos buy up and shear the crops of the fair-haired damsels. At first blush, it would seem that female vanity would effectually prevent such a traffic' as this. But cupidity and indolence are stronger passions than van ity ; and fashion even lends its aid to this singular custom of parting with the finest or nament to the person which nature affords. In Brittany particularly, where the finest and most silken black hair is procured, it is the universal fashion, from childhood up wards, to wear caps, so close as completely to conceal the hair. , The peasant girls there 'have particularly fine hair, and in the great est abundance. It is so common as not to be a mark of'beauty; and the people are mor ally incapable of appreciating it as intrinsi cally beautiful and attractive. It is a truth which ought not to be told, perhaps, in the presence of all our ladies, that the charming frisettes and tresses which heautify the heads of our blooming belles, may possibly have been shorn from Breton damsels of very fil thy and loathsome habits. The Bretons are neither Normans nor French, but more Welsh than anything else; and they are wild and savage, andias idle and dirty ns human na ture can well be and exist. The poorer wo men wear their dresses till they become dirty, patched, tattered and ragged, so that the ma terial of which they are made can scarcely be traced. The houses of the peasants are generally built of mud and without conveni ence. The chestnut, which abounds in the country, furnishes, to a considerable extent, the food of the poorest classes. Although inhabiting a fine country, capable of render ing them prosperous and wealthy, the Bre tons grovel on in supine idleness and dirt.- No wonder the women sell their hair which is abundant and marketable.. The people are accustomed to subsist upon the products of spontaneous crops. In the Pyrenees, the peeple are industrious and frugal, and the women are accustomed to regard a fine head of black or dark-brown hair as only a luxu riant burden.” So it will be seen that those of our farmers who have daughters with luxuriant heads of hair, have yet a resource. A teacher of one of the Sunday schools was lecturing a class of little girls on the in fluence of pious instruction in the formation ot youthful character.. “Ah, Miss Caroline,” said he to one of the class, “what do you think you would have been without your good father and pious mother 1”. “I suppose, sir, answered Miss Caroline, “I should have been an orphan,” Jones has discovered the respective natures of a distinction and a difference. Ha says that “a little, difference” frequently makes many enemies, while “a little distinction” at tracts hosts of friends to the one on whom it is conferred, WELLSBORO, TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY HOMING, DECEMBER 24, 1857. Once on a time in the village of B— in the State of Mass., lived a beauteous maid en-of seventeen, whom we will call;Fanny L , and George B- -» was her ac cepted lover. The course of “true love ran smooth," and in due process of time came the usual happy termination of their wooing, and the twain were made one, by the bene diction of the holy church. They were married early one summer’s, tnorning, and the same day traveled happily together to New York as the first stage of the wedding tour. As a companion a younger brother of the bride, a mischievous young rascal accompanied them, and well would it have been for the happy couple, if they bed trusted themselves to their own society, and left James at home to ornament dog tails and spit-ball the school master. Well, the parly arrived at the St. Nicholas Hotel, While George was dutifully attend ing to the comfort of bis young wife, James, in the performance of his duties as grooms man, went to the office of the Hotel to enter the names and select appropriate apartments. Pen in hand, a brilliant idea struck him, and in pursuance therewith, he entered the names on the register thus : James L , Miss Fanny L— , George B . t Fanny retired early, being somewhat fati gued with travel. George smoked his segar for an hour or two, and dreamed of his bach elorhood we suppose, and finally he requested to be shown to his apartment. An obsequi ous waiter came with a candle in hand and asked what number it was. “With the lady who came with me,” re plied George. The waiter smiled, hesitated, and then ap proached an exquisitely dressed clerk, and repealed the question. “With iho lady who arrived here with me,” \George answered again, blushing up to the tips of his ears. The clerk smiled and shook his bead as if in pity of the young man’s ignorance. ‘‘lt won’t do, sir, you have mistaken the house, sir. Such things are not allowed here, sir.” “Won’t do ? why, I only want to go to bed.” “That you may certainly do in your own room, sir, but not in the lady’s apartment.” “The lady’s apartment 1 Why that lady is my wife.” -The clerk bowed ironically. “All very fine, sir, but it won’t go down, sir ; here is the entry, sir.” George looked at the register, and there the entry sure enough, “Miss Fanny L , George B .” He saw the whole secret at a glance; he protested and entreated—but it was no use. He called to James to witness his veracity, but James was nowhere to be found. The by-slanders laughed and the clerk was inex orable ; and the poor fellow was forced to his solitary chamber, to pass the bridal night in voking blessings ;on the whole class of “res pectable houses” and younger brothers. How George justified his conduct to, the disconsolate Fanny, this veritable history doth not slate. This old reprobale is now one of the most prominent men of our country. Wo annex a couple of paragraphs giving something of his hislot y: Both Brigham Young and Haber C. Kim ball are New Yorkers. Brigham lived near the line dividing Ontario and Monroe coun ties, in the town of Victor, at the time when ho became a Mormon. He had always mani fested a proclivity to fanaticism, or rather he was a lazy rapscallion, good for nothing ex cept to howl in pretended religious fervor. — He lived in a dilapidated log shanty, with a patient, suffering wife, surrounded by a host of tow-headed children. Occasionally he made up a lot of axe-helves and traded them off for sugar and tea ; and in other fits of in dustry he would do a day’s work in the hay field for a neighbor, hoe the potatoes of his own little patch, or pound clothes for bis wife on a washing day. But his special mission was to ramble about and to wheedle his daily bread out of the unsuspicious, in considera tion of the unction with which he shouted “ga-lorah !" On such occasions Brigham took no thought of the morrow, but cheerful ly putting on his old wool hat would leave his family without flour in the barrel or wood st the door, and telling his wife that the “Lord would provide,” he would pul off for a couple of weeks’ absence. Poor Mrs. Brigham managed by borrowing from her neighbors with the small hope of paying. She chopped the wood herself, and with an old sun bonnet, Navarino style, went to the spring after water, thoroughly convin ced that her lot was not of the easiest, and that her husband was, to use a western ex pression, an “ornary cuss;” in which senti ment all who knew him joined. People were getting very tired of Brigham when Mormon ism turned up. Ho was just the man for the religion, and the religion seemed expressly adapted to him. He became an exhorter, held neighborhood meetings, ranted and howl ed his doctrines into (he ears of others as fa natical as himself, and finally went west with the rest of them, where he developed his powers until the poor, miserable, rustic loafer is governor of a territory and the chief proph et of a great religious sect. He has just the mixture of shrewdness and folly which is re quired for success in fanaticism or quackery. A wise man could not hold his place. A man must be half fool half knave (p be a success ful quack,” A Bad Fix. Brigham Young. The Redbreast Though the redbreast is generally admired for his song, he is still more admired for his attachment to, and confidence in,'mankind. 'ln all countries, he is a favorite, and has what may be called a pet home. The inhabi tants of Bornholm call him Tommi Lideii, the Norwegians, Peter Ronsmed , the Ger mans, Thomas Gierdel, and in England he is known as the Robin Redbreast, or by the still, familiar appellation of Bob. Buffon de scribes, with his usual elegance, the winter manners of this bird. “In that season,” says hb, “they visit our dwellings, and seek the warmest and most sheltered situations ; and if any one happens still to continue in the woods, it becomes the companion of the faggot maker, cherishes itself at his fire, pecks at his bread, and flutters the whole day round him, chirping its slender pip. But when the cold grows„more severe, and thick snow covers the ground, it approaches our houses, and taps at the windows with its bill, as if te entreat an asylum, which is cheer fully granted; and it repays the favor by the most amiable familiarity, gathering the crumbs from y the table, distinguishing affec tionately the people of the house, and assum ing a warble, not indeed so rich as that in the spring, but more delicate. This it re tains through all the rigors of the season, to hail each day the kindness of its host, and the sweetness of its retreat.” The bill of iho robin is slender and delicate ; Its eyes are large, dark, and expressive, and its aspect mild ; its head and all the upper parts of its body are brown, tinged with a greenish olive ; the neck and breast are of a fine deep red dish orange ; a spot of the same color marks its forehead ; its belly is whitish, and the legs and feet of a dusky black. It is near six inches in length, from the tip of the bill to the end of the tail; the former being about half an inch, and the latter two inches and a half. This bird, in England, has the sweetest aongjjf all the feathered tribe ; the notes of other birds are, indeed, louder, and their in flections more capricious, but the redbreast’s voice is soft, lender, and well supported ; and the more to be valued, as we enjoy it the greatest part of the winter. During the spring, the robin hannts the wood, the grove, and the garden, and retires to the thickest and shadiest hedge-rows to breed in, where its nest is usually placed among the. roots of trees, in some concealed spot near the ground. In winter it endeavors to support itself by chirping round the warm habitations of mankind, and by coming into those shelters where the rigor of the season \is artificially expelled, and where insects are found in the greatest-numbers, attracted by the same cause. The female lays from five to seven eggs, of a dull white color, diversi fied with reddish streaks. Insects and worms are the principal food of the redbreast. The latter it very dexterously renders fit to be eaten, by taking hold of the extremity of one in its beak, and beating it against the ground till the inside comes away, and then repeat ing the operation with the other end, till the outer part is entirely cleansed. Go It While Yoo’be Youkg. —This ap pears to be the motto of the youth of the present age, says some one. Yes, go it while you’re young, no matter if you violate every law of nature; no matter if you palsy the nerves of youth; no matter whether you weaken the mind God has given you; no matter if you peril your immortal soul. Go it while you’re young. Life is short at the best, and a few years more or less makes no difference. Go it, and show your reckless ness of life,.by laughing to scorn all the laws which should regulate yopr existence. Go it, peril your soul and scoff at the goodness of God, by showing that you entertain no fear for caloric, or, in the language of a drunken boy whom vve met on the street a few nights ago, “Hurrah for h—II; who’s afraid of fire?” Yes, go it while you’re young—smoke your cigar, chew your tobacco, drink your whiskey, spend your nights in licentiousness, and be a man. Yes, by all means go it— laugh at old fogies who. tender you advice— tell your father ho is not fast enough for the present age, and when; your mother remon strates with you upon (ate hours, inform the “old woman” that in your opinion women are weak minded, and know very little of what is proper for a mao. Yes, by all means, “Go it while you’re young,” and: rest assured that “when you get old you cant.” Plant the seeds of dissipation in the garden of your hearts, and if the dev il dont reap ths fruits of your husbandry, we are not a truo prophet, that’s all. Go it while you’re young. Value op Time. —When the Roman Em peror said„“[ have lost a day,” he uttered as sad a truth as if he had said “I have lost a kingdom.” Napoleon said that the reason why he beat (ha Austrians was, that they d.d not know the value of five minutes. At Ihe celebrated battle of Rivoli, the conflict seemed on the point of being decided against him.— Ha dispatched a flag to the Austrian head quarters, with proposals for an armistice. — The unwary Austrians fell into the snare— for a few minutes the thunders of battle were hushed. Napoleon seized the precious mo ments, and, while amusing the enemy with mock negotiations, re-arranged his lino of battle, changed bia front and in a few min utes was ready to renounce the farce of dis cussion for the stern arbitriment of arms.— The splendid victory of Rivoli was the result. The great moral victories and defeats of the world often turn on five minutes. Men may loiter, but lime flies on Ihe wings of the wind, and all the great interests of life are speeding on, with the sure and silcut tread of destiny. Communications Tot A&Utor. “It’s the Fashion.” What-a common expression this is. What a common excuse for folly, extravagance and imprudence. We hear Ml from old as well as the young, and it seems to settle ev ery disputed point. If fashion requires a style of dress that is unbecoming, uncomfort able, or even very injurious to health, (and many fashions are one or alt of these) that dress is adopted, and “It is worn,”- is reason enough for the fashionable. - If it is customa ry to live in large houses expensively fur nished, to dress to the extent of one’s means, to go continually into gay society, and leave such trifling affairs as children and house 'keeping to the care of hirelings, these things must be done, or the cry of “old fashioned” is raised at once. Economy, prudence, and a sweet home life, are getting out of date, and labor, real useful labor, is still more behind the age. ; Perhaps it is not very strange that'these things are so, among the young andjihe wotld- Jy—those who have not named the name of Christ, and who do' not claim to be his, — They are “of the earth earthly ; bjut how is it with the followers of “The Lord from Heaven,” Do fashion and folly slop at church doors 1' Among all the Isms is not Fashion-ism the most popular and the most widely embraced I Sects who differ on many points, agree here, and their ministers tread gingerly around this sore spot, and preach learned doctrinal sermons or flowery discour ses on faith and love. But it is written in a i very old-fashioned book, that “Faith without works is dead,” and “If ye love! me, keep my commandments.” Some few I there are among the clergy, who dare openly to reprove what they inwardly condemn, bullmore keep silence and perhaps follow in the! train. If any one is bold enough to speak: of the ex-' travagance of the present day, of the domin ion of fashion, the love of wealth and the respect that is paid to it, and tojreminfl his hearers that Chiisl did not thus teach—jhe is censured for introducing worldly (topics lon a holy day ; he does not preach the pure gos pel. To be sure many bundredjyears ago, a minister of high standing in thje Christian .chnrch did say, “The love of money is the Ynol of all evil,” and “They that jvill be rich, fall into temptation and a snare”]—also, “Be not conformed to the world and earlier yet. One who was higher and holier than he, de clared, “Ye cannot serve God j and Mam mon.” , j But suppose for a - moment (hat. our Lord had delayed his coming till the present lime. We ate all familiar with the story of his ad vent, more than 1800 years ago. How the Jews have been condemned, add justly, for their hardness of heart. But lei us beware lest we fall into the “same condemnation.”— If instead of being born in “Bethlehem of Judea,” and dwelling in “Galilee of the Gen tiles,” Jesus had chosen one of] our modern cities for his abode, would he “find faith on the earth!” Wobld not the (inquiries be, Who is he! Where was he Are his parents wealthy o> influential::'! Does he move in the first society 1 Andj when it was known that he was born in a (manger, that his reputed parents were poor and lowly, that they lived humbly and had so (trained their child, and that his society wasj composed of “publicans and sinners,” his nearest friends and disciples a few poor fisfaernfen, - would not our refined and aristocratic Churches con clude at once, that such a Savior would not do for them, and reject him wju* l contempt, as did the Scribes and Pharisees of old, when they said, “Can any good thing come "out of Nazareth.” ! . Every one who will reflect , calmly and without prejudice, must see that our country and our people are changing, j Within a few years our rural villages have altered greatly, and not for the better. City! customs, city manners, city everything, are jiniruding into our quiet little country places,and striving to make each of them a miniature of the turbu lent, restless and woalth-worsljiping metropo lis. Extravagance increases with each year, and nearly all are willing “to| spend and be spent” in the service, not of Christ, but of the world. It is. hard to stand by and refrain from raising a warning voice, when we see the young wrecking their health, and ihe mid die aged their fortunes, in this eager strife to be foremost in the ranks of fashion. But warning probably would be in vain. They are deaf to remonstrance, blidd lo.thp conse quences of the life they are leading, and de termined to remain so. “Ephraim is joined to his idols—let him alone.’’! She stood beside the altar when she was but sixteen. She was in lojve; her destiny rested on a creature as delicate, and who had known as little of the world ‘as herself. - She looked lovely as she pronounced the vow.— Think of a vow froin auburn hair, blue eyes, and pouting lips, bnly sixteen years old.— She stood by the Wash tub when her twenty fifih birihday arrived. The hair, the lips, the eyes were not calculated to excite the heart. Five cross young 'ones were about the house, crying—some breakingibings,and one urging the necessity of an immediate sup ply of the lacteal secretion.' She slopped in despair and sat down, and tears trickled down her once plump and rudt|y cheek. Alas 1 Nancy, early marriages are not the dodge. Better enjoy youth at home, and hold lovers at a proper distance until you have muscle, limb, and heart enough to face a frowning world and family. If a chap really cares for you, he can wail for two or three years, make presents, take you to concerts, and so on, uniil the time comes,} Early marriages ' and carlv cabbalas are lender productions. - Q - • 1 ‘■ i THE TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR ia pub. lulled ever; Thursday Morning, and mailed lo sub* •cribers at thevery reasonable price ,of Oaz Don per annum, invariably in advance. It is intend 'd to notify every subscriber when the term for which he has paid shall have expired, by the stamp y" I*Time 1 *Time Out,” on the margin of the last paper. The paper will then be stopped until a further re mittance be received. By this arrangement no man can be brought in debt to the printer. Tax Agitator is tha Official Paper of the Conn ty, with a largo and steadily increasing circulation reaching into nearly every neighborhood in th< County. It is sent free of postage toany Post offio within the county limits, and lo those living wilhir the limits, bat whose most convenient postoffieo au; be in an adjoining County. ■> Business Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper in eluded, 34 per year. : ' i .1 • , .'I t il * m. xxi. The following extract from a sermon t Mr, Spurgeon, Ibe famous English preache is a specimen of the eloquence which with! a year or two has made his name familiar i both hemispheres : Can any man tell me when the beginnir g was ? Yesrs ago we thought the beginning of this world was when Adam came upon it; but we have discovered lhat thousands of years before that, God was preparing chaotic matter to mako it a fit abode for man; put ting races of creatures upon it, who might' die and leave behind the marks of His mar velous skill and handiwork before He tried His hand on man. But this was not the be-, ginning, when, like drops of, dew from the fingers of the morning, stars and constella tions fell twinkling from the hand of God; when by His own lips He launched forth pon derous orbs ; when wilh His own hand 1 , He sent cornels, like thunderbolts, wandering through the sky, to find one day tbeir proper, sphere. We go back to years gone by, when worlds were made and systems fash ioned ; but we have not approached the be ginning yet. Until we go the lime when all the Universe slept in the mind of God, as yet unborn ; until we enter the eternity where God, the Creator lived alone, everything sleeping with in Him, all creation resting in his migh'y, gi gantic thought, we have not guessed the be ginning. We may go back, back, ages upon ages. We may go back, if we may use such strange words, whole eternities, and yel nev er arrive at the beginning. Our imanination. would die away. Could it outstrip the light ning’s flashing, in majesty, power and rapid!- ly, it would soon weary itself ere il could get to the beginning. But God from the begin ning chose his people, when the unnavigaled ether was yet unfanned by the wing of a sin gle angel, when space was-shoreless; or else unborn, when universal silence reigned, and not a voice or whisper shocked the solemnity ef the, silence ; when there was no being and no motion,} and nought hut God Himself, alone in His eternity ; when, without the song of an angel, without the attendance of even the cherubim, long ere the living crea tures were born, or the wheels of the chariot of Jehovah were.- fashioned ; e«en then, “in the beginning was the word,” and in the be ginning God’s people were one with the word, and “in the beginning he chose them onto eternal life.” The following Indian legend, relative to the spirit home of Washington, is extracted from Morgan’s “League of tho Iroquofs.”— It is curious, as showing the estimation in which the Father of his Country was held by this singular people; “Among the modern belief engrafted upon the ancient faith of the Iroquois, there is one which is worthy of particular notice. It re lates to Washington. According lolhetr pre sent belief, no while man ever reached the Indian heaven. Not having been created by the Great Spirit, no provision was made for him in their schemes of theology. He wae excluded both from Heaven and the place of punishment. But an exception was made in favor of Washington. Because of his justice 1 and benevolence lo the Indian, he stood pre eminent above all other white men. Whan in'the year 1783, the Indians were abandon ed by the British allies, and left lo make their own terms with the American Government, the Iroquois were more exposed to severe measures than the other tribes in their alli ance. At this critical moment Washington interfered in their behalf as the protector of Indian rights, and the advocate of the most enlightened justice and humanity. After his death he was mourned by the Ir oquois as a benefactor of their race, and his memory was cherished with reverence and affection. A belief was spread among them that the Great Spirit had received in a celes tial residence, upon' tho plains of Heaven, tho only while man whose deeds l bad entitled him to the heavenly favor. Just by the entrance of Heaven is a wall ericlosnre, the ample grounds of which are laid with avenues and shaded walks. Within is a spacious mansion, constructed in the fashion of a fort. Every object that could please a cultivated taste has been gathered in this blooming Eden to render it a happy dwel ling place for the immortal Washington.— The faithful Indian, as he enters Heaven, passes the enclosure. He sees the illustrious inmate as he walks to and fro io quiet triedi tation. But no words passed his lips. Dress ed in his uniform, and in a perfect slate of felicity he is destined to remain thropgh eter nity in solitary enjoyment of the celestial residence prepared for him by the Great Spirit.” Antediluvian. An orthodox yunkee expresses himself as follows concerning eternity :—“Eternity 1 why, don’t you know the meaning of that word? Nor I either, hardly. It is forever and ever, and five or six everlastings atop at that. You might place a row of figures from here to sunset, and cipher them up, and it would not begin to tell how many ages long eternity is. Why, ray friends, after millions and trillions of years have passed away in the morning of eternity, it would be a hun dred- thouSand\years to breakfast time.” A clergyman of a country village desired his clerk to give notice that there would bo no service in the afternoon, as he was going to officiate with another clergyman. The clerk, as soon as the service w£s ended, called out p “I am desired to give notice that there will be no setvice this afternoon, as Mr. L is going fithing with another cler gyman." ' l Terms of Publication. Beginning of the World. Indian Legend.
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