" Terms®* duplication. the TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR i* pub. * 'jZ/erv Thandtj Morning and mailed to sub fi .fJ 6 very reasouable price of One Dol- !nnnm invariahly in advance, itismlend- R Notify every subscriber when the term for i ch he lms paid shall have expired, by the stamp tiTime Out," on the margin of the last paper. Leaner will then be stopped until a farther re r p P up received. By this arrangement no man debltotbe printer.- JL be b I O iTATOR is the Official Paper of ihe Goon TS -*u A toe and steadily increasing circulation i wltb a -, jf nearly every neighborhood in thu ichiog * nt frte of poxtagt to any Post-office ?, n - y ; I, e coanty limits, and to those living within *, 1 . r. whose most convenientpostoffice may 3 ioan adjoining County. Basing Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper in ided, $4 per year . - ANNIE. years ago, nealh fumiher xViei* That I from,her did sever, And yet the light of Annie’s eyes la beaming on me ever. Those eyes when first I met their gaze With tears were overflowing; Oh ! lonely are the stranger’s days, From home and kindred going. Foi stranger hearts are often cpld— From all oar sorrow turning, And for us as in days of old _ No sweet home light Is burning. Our friendship that began with tears. And words of kindly cheering. Grew strong and true through happy years Enduring and endearing. The hour of parting came at last, When I my friend was leaving, And then I saw os in the past Those clear eyes dim with grieving. And thus we went our several ways, Both loving and true hearted, But lor the few remaining days Of pilgrimage, arc parted. Aotf she has reached her happy home. Earth could not long detain her Where she has gone, no grief can come, • Ami nought can ever pain her. Bat oft 1 those sweet blue eyes - No longer dimmed by weeping, Are gazing out from starry skies And watching me while sleeping. Andos I welcomed her on earth And won her from her sighing, So Annie after my new'birlb, (The birth we oft call dying,) Will welcome me to worlds above Where all things tell the story, Of God's abounding grace and love. And God’s exceeding glory. Virginia. Aunt Hannah Tripe in Court. BY CLABA AVGUSTA, Did you ever go a courtin’, niece, or to court? One’s about the same as t’other. There ain’t but preshus little to choose alween the two, any how you can fix it. In one you have to be asked a powerful site of im pudent questions, and in t’other you have to ask the questions yerself. So there ain’t much difference in ’em, and if you try both, you’ll say just as I do. About the matter of two years ago,- John Smith’s cow broke into Sam Jones field, and marched jest as straight as her four legs could carry her right into his turnip patch, and eat up two turnips, tops and all. Jones he seed her, and sot his yellow dog on her, and the dog (he’s a savage critter,) bit a hole through the skin of her hind leg, and got bis brains kicked out to pay for it. So fur Jones and Smith were square, but there was them turnips—Jones vowed he wouldn’t plant tur nips for a well, able-bodied man’s cow to eat up, and sed if Smith didn’t walk right over to his house and settle the damage, he’d prosecute him with a wril. Smith is a dare devil sort of a fellow, and he told him to "come on,” he warn’t afeered on him. As il happened, I was out agoin’ to the conferees meetin’ when the cow jumped into the field, so I seed the hull performuns.— Jones he seed me, and knowed that 1 seed the scrape, so he jest gin me a kind of scrip of blue paper, with somethin’ writ orful sernlin’ on it. Cicero read it, and laffed enough to kill himself. “What upon airlh is it, Cicero?” sez I. “il ain't a luv letter, is il ?” sez [, for old Deacon Dame (lost his wife about a year afore,) had looked orful sharp at me the day before, to afternoon meetin’, “No, it ain’t a luv letter,” sez he, “but a courtin' letter from Sam Jones.” “A courtin’ letter from Sam Jones ?” sez I, “why, Sam Jones is a married man with ton children and a baby ! What does he wanl of more family, I wonder !” “He don’t want any more family as I known of,V sez Cicero, “but he wants you lo go to the Falls next Thursday to court, nod tell what you seed John Smith’s bnndle now do in his turnip field.” “0, my Gracious massy !” sez I, half tkeered at the idea o( goin’ to court. “1 cun go~ii ! s tny ironing day, and I ought 10 ma * ie m y applesass that day, 100. 1 can’t lvu' VOJ f ust 8° ant f tell nabor Jones that he glad to obleege him, but I can’t without 6 of onconvenience.” ~ ' ‘But, marm,” sez Cicero, foldin’ up the P s Pnr, "this is a sheriff’s or lawyer’s sum ®on! i writ out of a big law-book, and you’ll J. e l[ ave to go or be kerried to jail.— ats the way they sarve folks who don’t mind the law.” i ? Hannah Tripe, to jail I” sez indignant as 1 could be ; I’ll larn ’em to 't* , s l^an 10 kerry an innocent woman l ai • I’ll lay the broomstick over ’em if De y come anear me.” m \Vm 1° Use la| kin’i marm,’’ says Cicero. , “ nave to go, and you might as well The ° S '^ net * lo ’Be levees of unalterable fate! Tie ?* s k er country must be minded ! Ws rf orioU! country that the Pilgrim Fath comm , for! You must respect her ®atutd B t” And Cicer(J riz hisse,f,and soa & eyes and Bands, jest as I’ve seen Par lnaj..ra.PeweJl do when he’s a giving out the eluded"lvt ’Be matter over, and con- ° “ elter 6° court; so I ironed d a „ a l’ anc * made my apple sass Wednes aitl; kursday, nabor Jones come over to ker P o loo * l me ‘ nl ° Bis smart new buggy of i a n. y , me t 0 'Be Falls. We had a sight '“mips VhiiV 1 ' 6 cow and lh L e d °B’ and lhe time w»M j • we were a goih’, and by the had tnvu ~ U P ’° ’Bo court room, Jones for U P Bis mind that he’d heatin’ Smith ffuttraioH 'pi? l^e ® reat square room a little °f folks ’tLre u ’ for ’Bore was the aightest eje, > black eve. “n ? ye8 ’ gr ! y eyea ’ B reen " e marched •’ a ] fixt 011 Jone » and las u p tn front of the Judge. YOL. Y. '•Good moroin’ Squire,” sez I, bowing to a little, old, dried-up nosed feller with ayal lar wig on. “I hope your honorable health is good!” For The Agitator. “Keep quiet, Mrs. Tripe,” sez nabor Jones, nudging my elbow, “it ain’t proper to speak to his honor, ’thoul he asks you questions.” They look me to a little platform built up 6n one side of the room, and sed I might sit down if I was a mind to—so down 1 sot. My goodness what funny actions they did have ! Talkin’ all sorts of langwidges that nobody could onderstand, all mixed up with “constitution,” ‘revised statutes’ ‘civil laws,’ and nobody knows what. I declare I actilly thought, one spell, that I’d been kerried clean back ages and ages, to the time when folks talked in Hebrew and whispered in Paddy, I’ve heern Parson Scrapeweil tell about it. Byme-by, arter I’d begun to feel hungry and want my dinner, a tall, scraggy man, with green specs on his nose, riz up and sez he: “Mrs. Hannah Tripe, stand up in your seat.” •‘Lord I” sez I, “you don’t want me to climb up in a cheer afore all these folks, do ye ?” “We want none of your low jests here,” sez he, coloring up till he looked like a red flannel night-gown ; “rise up and stand !” “O, yes,” sez I, “I’d as lives git up as not —for my back begins to ache, I’ve sol so long.” So I bisted up, and looked round on the ordinance. “Raise your right hand,” sezthe tall man, solemnly. “If you’ve no objections,” sez I, “I’d rather hist up' my left one ; my right hand glove has got a starin big hole rite on the palm of it I’’ j “Every body sot t|p a great laff at this, and the tall man turned into a red night gown agio. “Order, order, gentlemen !" sez a peart little fellow with a buckle on his hat and a big bile on the eend of his red nose. “You will be committed for contempt,” sez he, speaking low to me. “Thank you sir, for tellin’ me,” sez I, “but you’re a little mistook. I hain’t got the contempt, nor never had it, that I know of, but I’ve had the influenza bad enough, so bad ” * “Mr. Attorney, examine that woman with despatch— the Court wails !” sez the Judge, try in’ hard to keep on his long face. “Raise your right hand and swear ” “I never swear—it’s wicked,” sez I, givio’ him a look of disgust, “I; a member of the church, swear! The good Lord forbid I” •‘Never mind, my good woman,” sez the judge, “say yes to what the gentleman will read to you from the book it will be sufficient, amply so.” ’ The tall man then took up a big book and read out loud ever so long a lot of gibberish that Toidn’t understand then, and can’t re member now, but it was to the fact that I should tell everythin’ I knowed and nothin’ more, and swear it was all true. “Dear sake !" sez I, “if I’ve got to tell everything I know, it’ll take me a month or two, and I should like to have some dinner afore I begin.’’ “You’re not to tell anything except the circumstances connected with the turnip field of my client,” sez, the tall man, pulling away at his whiskers. “I don’t know anything about yer client,” sez I, “I never seed it, to the best of my noledge ; it was Smith’s cow that got in the turnip patch.” “Did you see the defendant’s cow make forcible entrance into the plaintiff’s enclosed field ?” sez he, lookin’ as grand as the king of Independent Tarlary. “1 seed John Smith’s cow jump into Sam Jone’s turnip yard, if that’s what you want to git,” sez I. “The same thing, marm, the same thing only in a different language. • Where were you standing at the lime of your occur rence?” “In the yard, on my feet.” “What color was the animal that you saw vault over the fence ? Could you identify her from all others of the species?’’ “She was a brindle—a thread of red hair and one of black,” sez I. “Describe her more fully,” sez he. ’‘She bad a head ; two horns, two eyes, one mouth four legs and a tail,” sez I. “Did you see her with your own eyes de vour two turnips in plaintiff’s field?” “With my own eyes ? To be sure! Whose eyes did you think I’d borrowed ?” “Could you swear it was turnips that you saw her maslificating.” “I ain’t gwine to swear anything about it.. She was ealin’ sumtbin’ while, but it might have been white rocks, for anything I know.” “Mrs. Tripe, how old are you ?” “None of your business !’’ sez I, gettin’ out and out mad. “I’m old enough for you, any way, and you look as if you were man ufactured in the year one, and eddicated in the ark I” The lawyer scratched his nose, and looked like red flannel again, for all the folks in the room lafled enuff (o split themselves, ''Go on with the examination,” sez the judge. “Do you know my client personally 7” sez the lawyer, pinting at Mr. Jones with bis long, rakish Anger. “I should think I ought to,” sez I, laffin’. “He courted my cuzin Tiddy Brown, more’n two years, and got the mitten in the eend.” There was a great laff agin, and callin’ out for “order, order,” and that only made ’em laff the louder. Jest at this minnit up jumped a little humbly, red-faced roan that bad been talking with John Smith ever so long in a whisper, and slickin' his, thumbs THE AGITATOR BehoteSf to the iSjrtension of the area of iFmhom awh the Speeah of healths l&efotrm. j I WHILE THERE SHALL BE A WRONG UKRIGHTED, AND UNTIL 11 MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION JOUST CONTINUE. WELLSBOROj TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST 12, 1858. into the arm holes of his Vest, sez he— I “AU, low njte to ask the witness a.few questions, your honor.” The Judge bowed, and the red faced man went on— “Mrs. Tripe, you say you know Mr. Jones —do you know my client, Mr. John Smith ?’’ , “Yes,” sez I. “What do you know of him ?” sez he. “State the good yon know of Him, if you please.” “I don’t know any good of him,” sez I. “He robbed my hen roost last spring, of the best pullet and the bansumest crower I had in the flock. Thai’s the most I know of him, any way,” “The witness may sit down,” sez the judge, takin’ out his handkerchief and pre tendin’ to Wow his nose, though it’m my opinion he was tryio to keep from laffin. A madder feller than John Smith you •never seed ; but they wouldn’t let him say a word, and I was actilly a Peered he’d bust, he was so full of bilin’ hot rage agin me. There was a great deal of talkin’ and dis putin’ in the room—and arter a while the jury sed they’d decided the case. One of the jurymen stood up, and sed he thought Smith’s cow hadn’t no bisness to jump into Jones’s yard and devour two of his turnips. | Another of ’em got up and sed he knowed the 'cow hadn’t ort to have jumped in, but the turnips had no, business to look so temptin, and for his part he thought the tur nips was full as much to blame as she was. Another of ’em sed that Jones ought to pay Smith for his cow’s killin’ his dog, for the dog he sed was the ugliest critter upon the face of the earth. The judge sent ’em all off out inter an other room to make up their minds what they’d do—and we sot as still as mice, wailin’ for ’em to cum back. Byme-by the door opened and in they cum—twelve of ’em, two and two; end sot down. “Gentlemen of the jury,” sez the judge, “have you arrived at a conclusion 7” All of ’em bowed their heads sollumly. “Who shall speak for you,” sez he tonkin as indignified as an owl on a holler tree. ‘•Our foreman, Mr. Antipodes,” sez they, with one voice. Mr. Aniipodes riz up, slow and steady, Jest as you’ve seen ’em hist up rocks with a der rick, as if he was afeered if he sidled over a mile he should sprawl hisself on the floor. Aniipodes is an orful grate man, and his head is the biggest part of him—rather top-heavy, ye see. “May it please yer honor, and the court at large,” sez he, rollin his eyes round and round, till they looked like two great dirty snow balls slidin down a hill, “we have de cided that John Smith give to Mr. Sam Jones the sum of two turnips, as the amount of damage done the latter by the excursion of the former’s cow into the plaintiff’s primi ses !” There was considerable laffin in court arler this; and one feller hollered “order I” so much and so loud that they sed it was a fact he couldn’t speak out loud for a week arter wards. Mr. Jones giv me fifty cents for ray servi ces and brought me home safe. “Smith paid him the two turnips, and they (not the turnips) are as good as ever. Sense that ar scrape, if ever I see a cow ■ hat looks as if she was agwine to jump in any where, I jest turn my back to her and say—“Go ahead !” Infancy of Knowledge. —Mankind, but a few ages since, were in a very poor condi tion as to trade and navigation ; nor indeed, were they much better off in other matters of useful knowledge. It was a green headed lime; every useful improvement was held from them; they neither looked into heaven nor earth, neither into sea nor land, as has been done since. They had philosophy with out experiment, mathematics without instru ments, geometry .without scale, astronomy without demonstration. They made war without powder, shot, cannon or mortars ; nay, the mob made their bonfires without squibs or crackers. They went to sea with out the compass, and sailed without the needle. They viewed the stars without telescopes, and measured altitudes without barometers.— Learning had no printing press, writing no paper, paper no ink. The lover was forced to send his mistress a deal board for a love letter, and a billet doux might be the size of an ordinary trencher. They were clothed without manufacturers, and their richest robes were the skins of the most formidable mon sters. They carried on trade without books, and correspondence without posts; their shopkeepers no cash books ; they had surg ery without anatomy, and physicians without the materia medica ; they gave emetics with out ipecacuanha, and cured agues without bark. —Curiosities for the Ingenious, A Kentucky Judge, in passing sentence of death upon a criminal, recently, delivered himself in the following style: “Prisoner, stand up I Mr. Kettles, this Court is under the necessity of passing sen tence of the law upon you, sir. This Court has no doubt, Mr. Kettles, but what you were brought into this scrape by the use of intoxi cating liquor. The friends of Ibis Court all knows, that ef there is any vice this Court abhors, it is intemperance. When this Court was a young man, Mr. Kettles, it wasconsid erably inclined to drink; and the friends of this Court knows that this Court has nateral ly a high temper, and if this Court had not slopped short off, and stopped the use of in toxicating liquor, I have no doubt sir, but what this Court, sir, would have been in the Penitentiary, or in its grave, sir!” Gains. Were half the'po'wer that keeps Ihe world in terror; Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and . courts, Given to redeem the World from error, There were no need of Arsenals and forts. Aworyhods. “He has no enemies ?” indeed ! Then, what has he been doing? Or, what on earth can be hie creed ? What has he been pursuing? A truckling, vacilating course, Unmanly, undecided; His little puny soul is worse Than six-pence, twice divided. B. Clark, Sr. They struggle against a fearful odds, Who will not bow to the people’s Gods ; So, get you wealth, ho matter how : No questions are asked of the-rich I trow, Steal by night, and steal by day, Doing it all in a legal way ; Be hypocrite, liar, knave or fool ; Learn to cant and insult your Maker, But don’t be poor—remember the rule— Dimes and dollars—dollars and dimes, An empty pocket’s the worst of crimes. C. P. Shiras. Tyranny will yet for shame Hold its tongue; And its clanking chains be still; But as long as God shall reign Freedom’s triumph never will— Never I never, will be still I G. W, Light. Attend, oh, Man! Uplift the banners of thy kind, Advance the ministry of mind! Life without work is unenjoyed,— The happiest are the best employed; Work moves and moulds the mightiest birth And grasps the destiny of Earth : Work oh. The age is dull and mean ; Men creep, Not walk ; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap; sell dear; eat, drink and sleep, Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tylhes for soul-insurance keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant. Whittier. Can the sword slumber while princes still claim Right to encumber the Earth in God’s name? Shall the loud cannon be silent,-while kings Place their foul ban on the free spirit’s wings? No I —in the glory and grandeur of Right; Strike down the hoary, dark' symbols of, Might I ; Scatter the minions of thralldom abroad I Free the dominions of Man and of <Jod ! > W. D. Gallagher. The cant of Democracy dwells on the lips Of the forgets of fellers and wielders of whips. Then teach the North to love the plains Where sleep in blood her gallant dead ; Teach her to make more bright the chains That link in one each sov’reign head ! Ask not from Her to basely bow, And like a spaniel lick your rod ! She wears your laurels on her brow, And master—She has none but God. Anonymous. Anecdote of Talleyrand. —This illus trious diplomatist one day found himself be tween Madame de Stael and Madam Recam ier, both intimate friends, both celebrated. “You say charming things to us both, but which do you prefer?” said Madam de Stael, suddenly. “Madam, such a question is a veritable ambush. Take care the penal code—” t‘Piince, no subterfuge here. Which do you prefer—my friend or myself? Come, speak—is it the brunette or the blond ?” “It will be her who will honor me with a look.” “What! still diplomatic ! Well, I will put the question in another form. Suppose, while sailing on the Seine, the boat should upset, and we should be in danger of drown ing, which one would you help ?” “Both at once, or the one who was in the greatest danger.” But, monseigneur, be frank for once in your life ! Suppose the peril to be equally im minent t 1 “Well, I would give my right hand to you, Bareness, and the left to Madam Recamier.” “But if you could save only one—one on ly—do you understand ?” “Oh, madame, you who know so many things, I suppose you can swimreplied Talleyrand, Tennyson’s stanzas on the Eagle have been parodied. The original areas follows: “He clasps the crag with boohed hands, Close to the son in lone); lands. Ring'd with the azure world be stands. "The' wrinkled sea beneath him crawls) He watches from his mountain walla. And like a thunder-bolt he falls.” The other aspect of the royal bird is as follows: “With hooked claws he clasps the fence Close by ye hen-roost) gazing thence, He spies a mice what's got no sense. “Ye mice beneath can't well see him: He watcheth from bis lofty limb. Then jumpeth down and grabbeth him.” Extreme Bravery. —“ Well, my good fellow, ’’ said a victorious general to a brave soldier after a battle, “and wbat did you do to help us gala this victory I” “Do?” he re plied, “an’ may it please yer honor, walked bouldly up to one of the inimy and cut off his fut.” VCut off his foot I and why did yoit not cut of his head 7” asked tbegeneral. “Ah faith, that was off already.” ©ommtmicatCons, For the -Agitator. Nellie’s Dream, i! BY StINNIB. “Come Nettie,” said my cousin Alice, to whom I was paying a month’s visit “I have chosen this delicious morning to call on my friend Nellie D . There, no excuses, I know ahe will be only 100 happy to make the acquaintance of my charming couiih.” , “Thank yon, Allie dear ; really ilhave no excuse lo offer; on the contrary yp'ur enco miums of your friend make me ail impatience to see her.” j i “Well come then, it is only a short walk.” So donning our hats we were off In a trice. It was a bright, beauteous, July morning; the air was all redolent with the perfume of a thousand opening flowers, and the ip'retty lit tle feathered songsters seemed to have their throats all attuned and were pourjipg forth strains of richest melody. “Oh earth ! how beautiful,” excl timed my cousin, “how bewilchingly lovely dost thou appear in this balmy season of flowers.” “Why, Allie, you tfre really grdwing elo quent.” ' ! “Am I ? But I was just thinking how hard it would be to die and leave all this enchant ing loveliness.” And then she to talk about Nellie, recounting again andjagain her many virtues. | ; “6, I know you will love her, for every body does.” ■ j 1 “But see, Nettie, yonder in that white cot loge, nestling amid such a profusion! of shrub bery, is the home of my cherishei| friend— my own darling Nellie. Do you agree with me cousin, in calling it a perfect lilfleeden ?” “How could I help it, Allie? I; am not surprised at your enthusiasm; there is an elegance about it that bespeaks the and refinement of its inmates.” j Emmie, a younger sister nfetlis at the door. After showing us into the cozy Ijttle sitting room, she ran to call Nellie. | jPresent ly light footsteps were heard, and ft he next moment Nellie came tripping in, her beauti ful blue eyes ail suffused with glittering tears, and her rich, sunny tresses floating over her pretty shoulders in luxuriant abupdance.— She greeted us warmly, extending !a hand to each. I' “But Nellie, why these tears ?’| said my cousin. “What has happened to make you weep ?” | j “Oh! nothing, nothing but g; foolish dream,” she said, through itier tears. “I am really ashamed of myself. | 1 am not so superstitious as to place any confidence in dreams, but 1 had such a troubled one last night,” said she, growing serious ajg’ain, “the image has haunted me all the morning-; and jusl.as Emmie came up to tell meiyou were here, I was indulging in a good hfearly cry. But I am so glad you have come ; jyou will .help me gel rid of my foolish thoughts.” We chatted away merrily for ah; hour or two, and when we rose fo go, Nellie accom panied us to the gale. Affectionately bidding us good bye, she promised to coma and see us very soon. Alas, how little did we know under what circumstances we shbuld meet again. Surely, “we know not What a day may bring forth.” ’ j | “Well, Nellie, what do you think of my friend 7” said my cousin. 1 “1 think her a very charming person, and should like to become better acquainted with her,” I replied. | j “Is she not beautiful ?” I i “Yes,” said Allie, “she is not only beauti ful but good. Yes, Nellie is a cjijistian.— Ask the poor, and they will tell yoiflo whose charity they are indebted, whose iheart and hands are ever open to all their sufferings. O, I would there were more like hdr,” Al lie could not say enough >n her prqise. The next morning, as Allie and I were busy at our sewing, a mao came ripidly up the walk, and abruptly entered tlje silting room. i [ “Miss Allie, Nellie D is dying, and has summoned you to her bedside,” said he in a despairing tone. I thought of the dream. “Nellie dying ?” almost ahriekeij my cous- “Yes, she was thrown from 'her horse while taking her accustomed ride this morn ing, and so badly injured, the doctor thinks she can not long survive.” | J Hastily catching our bonnets ;we almost flew to the cottage. Oh! what; darkness, what desolation had settled upon that recent ly- happy home. We entered the [house of death. Upon a bed of snowy whiteness, lav the dying girl. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell by the expression of suppressed agony, resting upon those marble [features, that she was suffering intensely. |Tbe father and mother were bending over her, the an guish of their hearts 100 deep for l tears. — The brothers and sisters were weeping as if their hearts would break. “Allie has come,” said the molltqr. Slowly those beautiful eyes were opened. Never can I forget the mute appeal of those blue orbs as they were raised so Idvingly tp my cousins. Grasping her hand, with a mighty effort she said, “1 am dying Allie, meet me in heaven.” One struggle and all was over. Her spirit had taken itk flight to its home in the skies. I I Weather Wisdom. —Dutchman, Goot raornen, Patrick, how you tux 7. , i Irishman, Goot mornin, t’ye John think ye will we get iny rain 7 1 Dutchman, I tinka not; we never has much rain fn ferry try limes. | Irishman, An ye’re right there l and thin, whenever it gets in the way o’raihm’ not a hit of dry weather will we get as' long as the wet spell how Ids on. i j Rate* of Advertising. ! 1 " Advertisements will be charged SI per square o fourteen lines, for one, or three insertions, and 35 cents for every subsequent insertion. Ail advertise ments of less than fourteen lines considered as a squate. The following rales will be charged for Quarterly, Half-Yearly and Yearly advertising:— 3 months. 6 months. IS mo's Square,(Hlines,) . $2 50 $4 50 $6 00 SSquares,- - ... 400 600 800 i column, - . . . 10 00 15 00 20 00 column,.;. . . .18 00 30 00 40 00 i > , i 1 * i All advertisements not having the number of in. sertions marked upon them, wilt be kept in until or dcred out, and charged accordingly. Fosters, Handbills, Bill,and Letter Hesds.snd all kinds of Jobbing done in country establishments, executed neatly and promptly. Justices’, Cdnsta bies’and other BLANKS, constantly on band and printed to order. 1 NO. 2. TEACHER’S COLUMN. Mr. Editor : Seeing no answer lo the questionspropounded in t he teacher's depart men', of two week’s since, of course we at tribute it to deliberalion on the part of who ever designed assisting us in our difficulty. Now, fearing, lest by a long continued ami severe mental application, a cerebral inflam mation might ensue we hasten to say that the whole thing has been amicably settled, and requires no farther thought. But we want to tell how we settled it j the more so, because we think it has brought out an exhibition of some of the' noblest impul ses of our^nature. We requested “Joseph” the elder trans gressor to remain after school. Then weal tempted to unravel the whole affair, and show him how wrong it was to take the advantage of one younger than himself. We said manv other things which we thought were decided ly good and pointed, but our modesty forbids our repeating them. Joseph came next morn ing with a-face radiant with high and noble purposes. He detached the shiny buckles from his own wardrobe and placed them tri umphantly in the hands of little Henry.— We say triumphantly, and so it teas, for what more glorious achievmeot can be won, than that of crucifying the base and sordid pas sions of oiir nature, and yielding to the high er, holier impulses of the soul I Joseph was conscious of this victory as he bounded away .to join his males in their play, and as we watched him we felt encouraged, with a lighter heart and a more earnest zeal to betake' ourselves to the improvement of the children, rejoicing that ours was the high and holy privilege to be the friend of trusting youth. A. Me. Editor : You said you “wanted a good variety from us teachers.” Well a sreed,vniiedly we possess a vast fund of in formation, and your request is. a very desira ble one. ‘You asked no more than we are able to give. But really, allow us to ask one question yet, and then we’ll bring on the spice ! What can.be more different than prose and po etry ?—Apd you seo we’re going to make pome verses one of these days !—real live poetry ! —poetry that can be' measured and sung to !! We are elaborating those already made and thinking up more every leisure moment we have. Our question is this. What is the best ex pedient to make scholars that don’t to ant to get their lessons, change their minds and want to ? Prof. Horn. P. S, No poem shall appear (even if com pleted) until the above is answered. H. High Heeled Shoes for Ladies.—A writers in the Medical and Surgical Jour nal has been trying to write down the high heeled boots at present in vogue with the ladies, and advocates their abrogation on the ground that they destroy the instep and weaken the muscles of the—limb. That is all absurd! High heeled bools have been worn by men ever since they stopped going barefoot, while for some generations, until quite recently, women have been going slip shod, and are the muscular developments of the men less than those of the other sex? Quien Sabe. However, a colemporary says, we think with considerable force and truth, that ballet dancers always do best in high heeled gaiters, and where can be found plump er limbs and more poetical figures than among them ? Besides, the high heel- keeps the foot out of the wet, and thus prevents cold, or what Mrs. Partington might term guitars in the head. In fighting high heets, our m'edical and surgical friends are “going it blind.” The high heel is not only pro motive to health, but it adds to the appears ance of the wearer. In a flat foot there is no more beauty than there is in a snarl of right ankles. Our surgical brothers should circulate more largely, and instead of arguing nonsense should keep posted.— Buffalo Com mercial. Reception op Humphrey Marshall in -Louisville. —The Louisville Courier (Le complon) has the following tqke off on Won. Humphrey Marshall: The ceremonies upon the wharf, when Humphrey Marshall put foot on shore, were* very imposing. In behalf of those upon whom the announcement in the aforesaid sheet (the Journal ) had made a deep impres.- sion, Robert F. Baird made a glorious speech. He look his stand upon the wharf, and ns the huge form of Humphrey darkened his vision, he lifted -up his voice and spoke as follows : - “How-,are you, Colonel ?” To this most touching and eloquent recap - lion, Humphrey made the following appropri ate and fitting reply : “How do you do, Bob?” These beautiful speeches were taken down as delivered, by our special phonographic re-, porter, and they may be impliedly relied on. So soon as Mr. Maisha! finished his reply, he got into a carriage and drove to the fjou isville Hoiel, leaving Mr. Baird to lake care of himself. We sent down to the hotel soon afterwards to learn what was going on!, and Mr. Marshall was reported in bed and asleep. An eccentric wealthy gentleman stuck up a board in a field uppn his estate, on which was painted the following t —“l will give this field to any man who is contented.” 1 Ho soon had'an applicant. “Well, sir, are you a contented man ?” “Yes sir, very.” “Then what do you want of my .field ?” The oppli cant did nM reply. be Agitator. For the Agitator. sir. Baird’s speech. mb. Marshall’s reply.
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