Terms of Publication, THE TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR U pob. lnhed every Thursday Morning, and mailed to sub ieribersat the very reasonable price of Oim Dot, ua per annum, iaearieify in advance. It is intend ed to notify every subscriber when the term for which he has paid shall have expired, by the stamp —“Time Out,” on the margin of the last paper. The paper willthen be slopped until a iiirlher re mittance be received. By this arrangement no man can be brought in debt to the printer. Tub Agitato® is the Official Paper of the Conn tv with a largo and steadily increasing circulation reaching into nearly every neighborhood in the County. It« sent free of postage to any Post-office •within the county limits, and to those living within the limits, bat whose most convenient postoffiee may be in an adjoining County. Business Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper in eluded, $4 per year. For the Agitator. TWENTY YEARS AGO. The wanderer is returning 1 To his early home once more, The home where childhood’s bonra werepassed In happy days of yore. Bnt ah! he sighs, where now are ell The friends who loved me so. Who would have warmly welcomed me Some twenty years ago. And now behold the limit Of my wishes and my fears, How changed and yet how natural My village home appears; 1 wander through the pathways How oft I've loitered so. In the joyous time of “anld lang syne," Some twenty years ago. And some familiar faces Beam on me ns I gaze, A lew there are who can recall Tbe thought of other days— But I am changed, and few alas In the care-worn mao would know. The thoughtless and light-hearted youth Of twenty years ago. My parents long since passed away And left me bnt a grave, O’er which tbe roses blossom, And the weeping willows wave ; And often to their resting place With reverence I go, To think of all the happiness Of twenty years ago. And there was one, oh dearer far Than father or than mother. Whose gentle mem’ry in my heart W ill yield not to another; One 1 had hoped would be my bride,' Forever mine,but no! Her marriage bells rang joyously Some twenty years ago. The village grave yard! sad and calm How many a marble stands, To tell of those who dwell no more In houses made with hands, Death spares nol beauty, youth or fame, All sink beneath his blow ; How many sleep who were my friends Some twenty years ogo. To me the slumber comes not yet. Then courage! fainting heart. And manfully, thro* joy and grief Bear thine appointed part— The battle will be over soon, And I shall lie as low. As theyjyho shared my early love Some twenty years ago A DAY IN PETTICOATS. BY A MODEST MAX “I couldn’t think of such a thing !” “But you must, my happiness depends upon it. Here, put on the thingumbobs, and whst’s his name.” And my friend, Bob Styles, held up before my hesitant gaze a suit of feminine apparel; His idea was that I should personate his lady for one day, to prevent anybody from sus pecting the -truth—namely, that she had joined him in a runaway marriage party— until it should be too late for interference ; that is, until the- minister should have lied the knot between them, that nothing but a special act of the Legislature could untie. This scheme was not actually so absurd as it appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee was a tall, queenly woman, with almost a masculine air; and at that time [ had a very slight form, almost effeminate; so that in fact there was really little difference on that point. Then I had light hair, tolerably long, and fresh complexion. Part my hair in the middle, and put a bonnet on my head, and few ladies would have suspected but what 1 was one of their own sex. These accesso ries also gave quite a decided resemblance to Maggie Lee, especially when, as in this case, the disguise was her own. Then the day chosen for a runaway match was an auspicious one. Maggie’s father was to drive her to D , a small village near where she lived, and there she was to join a sailing party down D river, to the grove, three miles below, from which the party was to return in the evening in car riages. Our plan was, that I should be in wailing in the village, and should go on the boat with the sailing parly, while Maggie, after leaving her father, should slip off with Styles, across the country. At last I got dressed and presented myself before Maggie Leo, blushing a great deal, I believe, feeling very much pinched about the waist, and with an uncomfortable conscious ness that my—that my shirt sleeves were 100 short, or wanting altogether. Everything finished in the way of toilet, Bob Styles took me in his light wagon, drove me over to D by a secluded route, and left me at the hotel, where the sailing party was to assemble. Several of the pic-nicers were already there, and they greeted my t cavalier cordially, asking if he was going ’t'h them. He told them he was not. Pressing business engagements, you know, >ll that sort of thing. Deuced sorry I ;o, though. 1 had just lime to bring .ee over, and now r m off. Mr. Bimby, Miss Lee. Miss Withergall, Miss and he rattled off a long string of in uons, which convinced me that few of imales were acquainted with the young was personating—a very fortunate tor the preservation of my disguise. / tm y, a tall, legal-looking man, with nose and eye-glasses, seemed to be' tess&l with me, and I overheard him -•r to Bob Styles, as he went out: “Nice ,'g gal, that Miss Lee.” **•" “neared Bob, with a mischidV. >nce at me, “she is a nice girl, though ' go-a-head sometimes. Keep a look 'hen lowering his voice, a match for you,,old fellow; she is iim» e * 8a;< ( Mr. Bimby, his interest ray honor,” replied Bob. Forty d ™“* r « in her own righl. Day ! and he was gone. 'S' e > artful creature that she was, had YOI.-IV. told her father that the sailing parly was to assemble at another hotel, and thither he had taken her. Having business in D ,be left her ihere, merely saying that he would tend the carriage after her at twelve o’clock. She, like a dutiful daughter, kissed him, bid him good bye, and, before he had gone a hundred yards, took a seat in Bob Styles’s light wagon, which had driven up (o the back door as old Lee’a carriage drove away from the front. As for the old pic-nic excursion, we had a pleasant sail down to the grove, but some how. I could not enjoy it as much as I ought to have done. When I walked on board the boat, I felt awkward, as if everybody was looking at me. I found Mr. Bimby, as I had expected, a young and rising lawyer. He insisted on paying for my ticket and pur chasing enough oranges,' pears, end candies to set up a street stand. Four or five times I was on the point of swearing at his impu dent olficlousoess, but bit roy tongue just in time to prevent the exposure. But it was nol with him that I found my role the hardest to play. No; the young ladies were the difficult ones to deceive. For instance, there was one among them, a beautiful girl of seven teen, just returned from boarding-school, who had not seen Maggie Lee for three years. Of course she was delighted with me when she found out that I was Maggie, which, by the way, did not occur until we had started. She threw herself into my arms, pulled my veil aside, and kissed me half a dozen limes, in a manner that made my finger-ends tingle for half an hour. It was all very nice ; but if I had been propria persona 1 should,have liked it better. As it was, I felt as though I was "obtaining goods under false colors," and that Lawyer Bimby might issue a war rant. fur my arrest on that ground nt any moment. j A whole knot of crinoline then surrounded me, on the upper deck of the boat, to the utter exclusion and consequent disgust of Mr. Bimby and other gentlemen. The river breeze was very fresh where we sat, and I noticed that several of the la dies were glancing me. I couldn’t divine the reason until Jennie,jmy little friend from boarding-school, laid her face danger ously close to mine, and whispered: “My dear Maggie, your dress is blowing up terri bly high—your ankles will be the town talk with ihe gentlemen.” Now was I conscious of having it very small foot for a man, and had donned a pair of open-work stockings which came up nearly to my waist, with a pair of gaiters borrowed from the servant girl, in all of which toggery my running gear looked quite respectable; but the idea ol gentlemen talk ing'about my ankles and of being cautioned thus by a young girl, who would have been frightened to death if I had told her the same thing yesterday, was too much for me, and I burst into a sort of strangled laugh, which 1 could only check by swallowing half of my filigree handkerchief. The young ladies looked at me in apparent astonishment, and I wanted to laugh all (he more. Fortu nately Mr. Bimby came to my rescue at the moment, and edged himself in among the crinoline. Virginia. “May I sit here?” he asked, pointing to a low stool near me. “Cerfainly,” I simpered in my high fal setto. “Ah, thank you,” said Bimby—with a lackadaisical air, which nauseated me, as coming from one man to another—“you are kind as you are fascinating.” “You flatter me!” “1? no indeed, praise of you cannot be flattery, Miss Lee.” “Ah sir, you are very naughty,” I said in the most feminine tone I could command. He cast a languishing glance at me, and I fairly hegan to (eel (or his feeelings. We soon arrived nt (he grove, and found our band—engaged beforehand—awaiting us. Of course dancing was the first amuse ment, and Lawyer Bimby led me out for a schottische. It was hard, but I soon got accustomed to it. When a waltz was pro posed, I resolved to have a little amusement at the expense of the unfortunate Bimby. 1 had first made him properly jealous, by dancing with two or three young fellows, one of whom I knew in my own character, but who never suspected me as Maggie Lee. This young man is a great woman-killer—a soil of easy devil-may-care rascal, who made the ladies run after him by his alternate wrath of action and coolness of prosecution ; him I selected to play off against my legal ad mirer. I allowed him to hold me very closely, and occasionally looked at him with a half fascinating expression. When we stopped dancing he led me to my seat, keeping his arm tightly around my waist, and I permit ted it. Having thus stirred Bimby unto feats of wrathful valor, I asked one of gentlemen to direct the musicians to play a waltz.— Bimby came immediately. “Ahem—a —Miss Lee, shall I have the honor ol —a —trying a waltz with you V 1 smiled a gracious acquiescence, and we commenced. Now, I am an old stag at waltzing ; 1 can keep it up longer than any non-professional dancer, male or female, that I ever met. As long as the Schonnebrunn rings in my ears, I can go on, if it is for a year. Not so Bimby ; he pleaded want of practice, and he acknowledged that he soon got dizzy. “Aha, old boy,” thought I, “I’ll give you a turn, then!" But I only smiled, and said that I should get tired first. “Oh, yes,” he exclaimed, “of course, 1 can waltz as long as any one young lady, but not much longer.” For three minutes my chevalier did well. He went smoothly and evenly; but at the expiration of that time ho began to grow THE AGITATOR. i ~ to t&e SrtrnflCon ot tfte ot iFm&om antf tfce o t f&ealtDs Reform. WHILE THEBE SHALL BE A WBONO UNSIGHTED, AND UNTIL “StAN’s INHUMaNITT TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MOST CONTINUE. WELLSBORO, TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 14, 1858. warm. Five minutes elapsed, and Bimby’s breath came harder and faster. On we went, however, and I scorned to notice his slackening up at every round as we passed my seat. After some len or twelve minutes, the wretched man gasped out between his steps: "Ah—a—are you not get—getting tired ?” "Oh, no,” I burst forth, as coolly as if we were riding around the room. "Oh, no ; I feel as if I could waltz all night.” The look of despair that he gave was ter rible to see. I was bound to see him out, however, and we kept at it. Bimby staggered and made wild steps in all directions. His collar wilted, his eyes protruded, his jaws hung down, and altogether, I saw he could not hold out much longer. “This is delight ful,’’ I said, composedly; “and you, Mr. Bimby, do waliz so easily I” “Ah, puff—puff—yes—on—puff—very delightful,” gasped he. "Don’t you think we ought to go a little faster?" He rolled his eyes heavenward in agony. So, when we neared the musicians, 1 said “Faster, if you pleaseand they played a la whirlwind. Poor Bimby threw Ms feet about like a fast pacer, and revolved after the manner of a teetotum that was nearly run down. At last he staggered a step back wards, and spinning eccentrically away from me, pitched headlong into a bevy of ladies in a corner, I turned around coolly, and walking to my seat sent the young woman killer for a large glass of ice water. The miserable lawyer recovered his sen ses just in time to see me thank his rival for the glass of water. I go' some idea from this of the fun young ladies find in torment ing. us poor fellows of the other sex. At this juncture, and before Mr. Bimby had time to apologize for his accident, little Jennie came running into the room. As she came near me I perceived that her hands clutched closely in her dress, and positively shuddered as she whispered to me, “Oh, Maggie, come and help me fix my skirts—they are coming down !" I said I was tiled : “could not somebody else go V' No, nothing would do but I must accom pany her to the house of a gentleman who owned the grove, and assist her to arrange her clothing. So I went. What if it should be necessary to remove the greater pan of her raiment ? What if, in the midst of all the embarrassment of being closeted with a a beautiful girl of seventeen, in a state of comparative freedom from drapery, my real sex and idenn'tv should be discovered by; her? I felt as if an apoplectic fit would be{ a fortunate occurrence to me just then. How ever, I nerved myself for the task, and ac companied Jennie to the house designated. An old lady showed us> into her chamber, and Jennie, heaving a sigh of relief, let go her dress. As she did, a—pardon mv blushes —a petticoat fell to the floor. She was about to proceed, but I alarmed her by a sudden and vehement gesture. “ Stop,” I cried frantically, forgetting my falsetto; “ don’t undress, for God’s sake.’’ “And whv not t” “Because f am—cap you keep a secret 7” “Why, yes, how frightened you look.' Why, what’s the matter—Maggie —you — you—why—oh! oh !! oh !!!” And she gave three fearful screams. “Hush; no noise, or I am lost!” I ex claimed, putting my hand over her mouth, “I mean you no harm.” She was all of a tremble, poor little thing, but she saw the force of my argument. “Oh, sir,” she said, “I see you are a man, but what does it all mean 7 Why did you dress so 7” I told her the story as briefly as possible, and exacted from her a promise of the most sacred secrecy. I then went out of the door and awaited till she had arranged her dress, when she called me in again and we had a long talk, which ended in a mutual feeling of friendliness and old acquaintanceship quite wonderful for people meeting for the first lime. Just as, we started to go back to the pavilion I said I must relieve my mind of one more burden. “And what is that 7” she asked. “Those kisses. You thought I was Mag gie Lee, or you would not have given them. They were very sweet, but I suppose 1 must give them back.” And [ did. She blushed a good deal, but she didn’t resist me, only when I got through she looked timidly up, and said : “I think you are real naughty, anyhow.” When we returned we found Lawyer Bimby quite recovered from his dizziness, and all hands ready for supper, which was served up in the ball-room. I sat between Bimby and Jennie, and made love to both of them in turn; to one ns Maggie Lee, and to the other ns myselft After supper, at which I astonished several by eating rather more heartily than young ladies generally do, we had more dancing, and I hinted pretty strongly to Mr. Bimby that 1 should like to try another waltz. 1 He didn’t lake the hint. Finding it rather dry amusement to dance with my own kind, 1 soon abandoned that pleasure, and persuaded Jennie to stroll off* into the moonlight with me. We found the grove a charming place, full of picturesque little corners, and rustic seals, and grey rocks leaning out over the river. On one of these latter, a little bench was placed in a nook sheltered from the wind and from any sight. ] Here we sal down in the full flood of moon light, and having just had dinner, 1 felt won derfully in need of a cigar. Accordingly, 1 went back to a little stand near the ball-room and purchased several of the wandering wurpen that s>ld refreshments. I hen-return- ing to the seal by the rocks, I gave up all cares of fears of my incognito, and reveled in tbe pleasures of sulhude, the fragrance of my cigar, the moonlight, and little Jennie’s presence. How long we sat there, Heaven* alone knows. We laughed and talked and sang, looked in each other’s eyes, and told fortunes and did all the nonsensical operations com mon amongst young people just falling in love with each other, and might have re mained there until the month of November in the year of our Lord eighteen fifty-seven, for aught 1 know, had not carriages been sent to convey us home, and the rest of the company began 10 think where we had gone. At length they hit upon the path, and all came along single file until they came to the open space above. Then they saw a sight ! I was spread out in a free and easy position, my bonnet taken off, and my hair somewhat towzled up. One foot rested on the ground, and the other on a rock about level with my head, (regardless of ankles this time,) and there I sat puffing away in a very lady-like style, at a light flavored Concho. Jennie was sitting close beside me, with her head almost upon my shoulder, and her small waist almost encircled by my arm. Just as the parly came along above us, I laughed out in a loud masculine voice. “Just think of poor what’s his name there —Bimby I Suppose he knew he had been making love with a man !’’ “Hush I’ 1 ! cried Jennie. “Look!—there he is—and, oh ! my gracious ! there is the whole company ! ! ’ Yes, we were fairly caught. It was of no use for me to clap on my bonnet and assume falsetto again—they had all seen too much for that. Besides, by this time Bob Styles and Maggie Lee were doubtless “one flesh,” and my disguise was of no importance, so I owned up and told the story. Lawyer Bimby was in a rage ; he vowed to kill me, and even squared off; but the rest of ihe company laughed at him so unmerci fully, and suggested that we should waltz it out together, that he Anally cooled down, and slunk away to take some private convey ance back to D . Bob Styles and I are living in a large double house together. He often says that he owes his wife to my masquerading, but he doesn’t feel under any obligations to me, for [ owe my wife to the same thing. N. B. My wife’s name is Jennie. The Sphynx. • Near the pyramids, more wondrous and more awful than all else in the land of Egypt, there sits the lonely Sphynx. Comely the creature is, but the comeliness is not of this world—the once worshipped beast is a defor mity and a monster to this generation ; and yet you can see that those lips, so thick and heavy, were fashioned according to some an cient mould of beamy—some mould of beauty now forgotten—forgotten, because that Greece drew forth Cytherea from the flashing foam of the jEgean, and in her image created new forms of beauty, and made it a law among men, that the short and proudly wreathed lips should stand for the sign and the main condition of loveliness through all generations to come. Yet still there lives on the race of those who were beautiful in the fashion of the elder world ; and Christian girls of Cop tic blood will look on you with the sad seri ous gaze, and kiss your charitable hand with the big, pouting lips of the very Sphynx. Laugh and mock if you will at the wor ship of stone idols, but mark ye this, ye breakers of images; that in one regard the stone idal bears awful semblance of Deity— unchangefulness in the midst of change—the same seeming will and intent forever and ever inexorable! Upon ancient dynasties of Eth iopian and Egyptian kings—jupon Greek and Roman—upon Arab and Ottoman conquer ors—upon Napoleon dreaming of an eastern empire—upon the battle and pestilence—up on the ceaseless misery of the Egyptian race —upon keen-eyed travellers—Herodotus yes terday, and Warburlon to-day—upon all and more, this unworldly Sphynx has watched like a Providence with the same earnest eyes and the same sad, tranquil mien. And we, we shall die, and Islam will wither away ; and the Englishman, leaning far over to hold his loved India, will plant a firm fool on the banks of the Nile, and sit in the seats of the faithful; and still that sleepless rock will lie watching and watching the works of the now busy race, with those same sad, earnest eyes, and the same tranquil mien everlasting. You dare not mock at the Sphynx.— Eotken. A Sad Sight. —The attention of the bach elors is invited to the following ‘wail’ from the Springfield Republican. Let jthem weep for the past, resolve to mend their ways and improve their condition in the future : “There are some sad sights in jhis world : a city sacked and burned —a battle-field after a slaughter—a London in the midst of a plague—a ship burning at sea—a family pin ing in starvation—a jug of molasses wrecked upon a pavement—a pair of irrecoverably damaged pantaloons: but the saddest sight to us in all is nn old bachelor, steadily walk ing toward his end, his great duties undone, his shirt buttons off, his stockings out at the toes, and nobody to leave his money to. — Were we such a man, ihp mild reproving eye of a w’dow or maiden lady would drive us mad. But there is still hope. Uglier and older men than any of our friends have mar ried beautiful wives, who trained them admir ably and spent their money elegantly. I lay it down as a fact, that if all men knew what they say one of another, there would not be four friends in the world. This appears by the quarrels which are sometimes caused by indiscreet report, — -Ptitcgl. Bill Slike Acting Devil. IT HAZEL GREEN, l». When we were boys, Bill Slike and I were great cronies. With me there was nobody like Bill, and with Rill there was nobody like Hazel. We were both what would be called hard cases in this day and age of the world. If any mischief was done in' the neighbor hood, Bill and I were sure to come in for our share of the blame. I About Christmas times we always had a deal of fun, such as buildingf rail-pens, and pulling calves and pigs in; the upper story, hanging ploughs, ‘big kittles,’{or anything we could lay hands on, high up jn trees, to per plex the owners, and all such tricks as that. Now, such acts would be Iqoked upon as un warrantable outrage, aqd ;lKe perpetrators would be hauled up and fiqed ; then they were only laughed at as '‘Chfisimas tricks.” I recollect one Christmas Eve, Bill and I set out to have a rich-tijnd of jit. Bill was to fix up and act as devil, and we were to go around and frighten the youngsters out nf their wits. Accordingly, we arranged a grim looking red cap with horns -on it, and placed it upon his head, and then made a false-face for him out of red flannel, wrapped him in a while sheet and then started. There was several boys with us, and bjj them, I was elected to go before and give the old folks of each house a hint of what was going on, so that we would not gel ourselves into a scrape. The first house on our roqtejwas uncle Jake Bond’s. I went in, made some errand, and as soon as possible, slipped jthe juke to the old man and woman. I was all right with them, and so I went back and reported to my companions. In a short • time. Bill, alias devil, poked his singular looking head in at the door, and great scramptiqn ! such a scat tering as look place. Boys, girls, cals, and everything except the old ones, tumbled up stairs like an earthquake. lr> we all bustled, and such a laugh as we all had ; and how the girls slapped us on oup faces, for fright ening them so badly. This was a glorious beginning, and so we were almost crazed to get to the next house. After partaking of some doughnuts, and other little cakes that had been cut out with a thimble, and which the girls called kisses, we started for Major Allen’s. {I {went on as usu al, and knocked at the door. i “Come in,” said a sweet-voice. I obeyed the command and found Jane, the Major's only daughter, all alone. ; “Where’s the old folks,’’] asked I. “Gone over to grandfather’s” she replied, as swee: as sugar, : “Very sorry,” said I, “for I had import ant business with the old man.” She assured ms that they would be back in a short lime; and filling a'plale with hom iny from a large kettle, where it was boiling on the fire, she invited me «|ith one of her prettiest smiles, to sit down i and wait till it cooled, and then eat some with her. I looked at the big, plump grains, all burst ing open on the plate, and inhaled the deli cious odor that arose from them, and then T looked at the sweet face and sunny smiles of my would-be-entertainer, {ana you’d better believe that I wished Bill and the rest of the boys in Guinea. I fell surel fhat all ihe fun we could see would be nothing to compete with eating hominy wilh Jane Allen, yet I dare not act the traitor. Sc* I pretended I had no time to spare, and bidding her good evening I hurried back to my companions. “Boys," said I, “Jane is all alone by her self. It wouldn’t be right to icare her so bad —let’s go on to Brown's.’’ f “No, by gum,” said Bill, “I wouldn’t miss that chance for a hundred dollars. She slighted me the other day atj singing school, and now I’ll pay her back for it.” I still remonstrated, but in (vain. Bill was resolute, and I had to give ini As we neared the house B(H said: “Now, boys,” whateveriypu.do, don’t say a word, nor laugh or nothipg, and arler I have scared her, we will .sly off*, and she will never know who or whaVijj w|as. * We all agreed, and afietr p’e had all been stationed around the chimney to hear her scream, Bill walked in. > [ “Good evening, Mr. Deytlj’’ said the sweet voice that a few minutes before had bid me to come in ; “good evening, Suppose that you ate used to warm fluids;’!* and-Jorthwith we heard a as if at had found its way into a pot of bnilipg hominy, and then came a splash and a criy, not such a one as we had expected to hear, .but one of Bill’s real genuine squalls on the highest key ; we all ran in, and saw the hot water dripping down from Bill’s cranium; while he was stamping around like mad; tearing the horned cap and false face from hisj head, Jane, the mischievous little elf, standing up by the cup board laughing as though would go into spasms. Fortunately, Bill pad received no lasting'injury, but 1 assure you that it put an end to our fun that night. jThe joke had been turned upon us when' - * we least expected it, and so we went home, feeling rather done for. The story soon col blit, and for a long lime Bill went by (he naniejof Mr. Dev#. — Porter's Spirit of the Times. It was a few days after ilie election, and news was pouring in ofytjn Buren’s defeat on all sides. Mr. Worthington, the rather venerable editor of thej Golumbus (Miss.) Democrat, was among those who were terri bly annoyed by waukie & Lacross R. R. and the St. Croix and lake Superior R. R. have been located so as to make this city practically the junction of the two roads and their terminus on the waters of the Mississippi, thus making it a point of transhipment for all produce or mer chandise passing over these Roads. A single glance at the map of the country will show, the advantages this arrangement will give this place. All must see itsadvanlages at a glance. Properly will advance, buildings will go up as if by magic, and Hudson will be the great commercial emporium of this section, oulstriping all its competitors —not excepting its older neighbor St. Paul. The U. S. land office for this district is located here. It is also the county seat of St. Croix county. We have two good weekly papers published here, and our,society is t as good as can be found in any town of its population in the east. Any farther information in re gard to the city or country can be had by addressing the writer at Hudson City, Wis., Yours truly, C. V. E. Two Irishmen happened to get into an af fray, in which one of them was knocked down. His comrade ran up to him and ex claimed : “Arrah, Denis, if ya be dead, can’t ye spake!” _ L "I'm not dead, but apacheless,” returned theblher. ,, I A number of women in Erie county, N. Y., have called a convention, the object of which is stated to be, “to gain a new knowledge of the nature and attributes of man.” An ex change very perthently asks, “why don’t they get married I” Diplomatic. —A verdant Yankee, expect, ant for office was advised the other day to ap ply for the Consulship at the Loboa Islands, vice Guano, removed. He had his letter At'ttn before he dissevered tbojdte. Bate* el Advertiilns. Our <£ofccflj)onJJtnxr. Hudson, Wis., Dec. 7lb, 1857.