of Publication. n ck COUNXT AGITATOR is published Morning, and ““C® l 40 TObeeribor ° f ' O’fE DOLLAR PER AKPPM,^ It is intended to notify every (ajrisMy e term for which ho has paid shall JUriW Y e jjje stamp—“ Time Oct,” on the mar- ; 3P er. The paper will.then be stopped !; *• remittance bo received. By this ar * 6r “' man can bo brought in debt to the B a>l M ' ‘ r ‘ „i s the Official Paper of the County, t A trti j steadily increasing circulation reach sb'S'“ ci'hhorhood in the County. It is'sent s» E<cr - t 5 sj y Post Office within the county of most convenient post office may be « fonnty ' s 1 not exceeding 5 lines, paper inoln- ' For tli* AgtUUor. SULTRY SUMMER EVE. BY JOHN MC’IXTOSH. stretched, listless, in the evening sun, k The cat pars half asleep, ffhile o'er her glossy silken coat, Xhe shadows slowly creep'. Xbe vines hang drowsy on the heights; Ihe "rain nods on the lea; tnd. roving upon lazy wing, ‘ Skims by, the droning bee. O’er-banging me, a rosebush swings, A rosebush rich in bloom ; The lounging zephyrs loiter round. Amid the rich perfume. Behind the trellis, gentfe Jes, My wife, her needle plies, A-watching as she does, the while, Our baby’s slumbering eyes. “Who, rosy, fat, luxurious rogue, In milky dreams lies blest; Just mark his pouting restless lips, jC rotedud in vnreei- Jev never looked £0 sweet before God bless thee, gentle Jen ; i «it here by my cottage door, The happiest of men. Toiranda, pa. June 1859. MY RUNAWAY MATCH. That I xvas in lore was a fact that did not jdmit of a shadow of doubt. I deported my ielf like a person in lore; I talked like a per cuin lore: I looked and felt like a person in jjie* The affection that had {f oy youthful heart was no every day one. 17 {was sure of that. There were not words oough in the English language to describe the eighth, depth, length and breadth of its gran ts, It was destined to he a grand accompa jifljnt of the ages yet to be; a fixed principle truaghout eternity; a planet of surprising lewityin the broad heavens of home affection. Hrlpve was returned—the strong yearning of year old heart went out into the ejection of the most beautiful maiden iu all —shire, who, in return, sent the yearning of hr heart to meet mine. Twice a week, as often i« the week came round, I went up to the old 'am house of Dr. Stoddard to tell his dangh ju my love, and as regularly listened to a re els! of its return from the red lips of my iirmbg Janet. The good doctor made merry it our expense, and his jolly wife took a wicked pismire in constantly reminding us of our truth. Janet was tortured by sly references d her play-house in the shed, her long sleeved pnaforcs and pantalettes of six months before ; fhiie I was offered an old coat of the doctor’s fcrmy mother to make into a dressing gown hr me. TVe were, nevertheless, determined tube mar ried. We would steal slyly away from-the buse while our cruel friends -reposed in the ems of Morpheus; hie us, on “the wings of eve,” to the neatest city ; Janet would become, ma moment’s time, Mrs. Jason Brown. At once we set about making preparations 1: tills important journey. Everything, of snrse, must be conducted with the greatest se lecy. At twelve o’clock I was to leave my bine stealthily, get my father’s grey nag noise iselj out of the barn and harness her, and then treceed to Janet’s. Janet was to be waiting .'rise at her chamber window. I was to place ladder at the same window ; she was to de nndthat ladder: we were to fly down to the, rad through the old lane, to the the spot where t: horse was fastened, and the wind should t:I outrun ug. There was but one difficulty in the way.— fee room ws3 shared by her sister Fanny, ihuie, mischievous, wicked creatuure of eleven who to use Janet's words, “was av|ake ttli hours of the night.” There was but hue r d • if Fanny was aroused, she must be bribed -to silence. For that purpose I placed in Ja- Es 1-vnd a round shining dollar. But Janet i assistance, so she concluded to make !:;E J her confident the very afternoon before started, and in that case prevent all possi •-"1 of raising the house by a sudden outcry. , " : 'l, the long looked for, hoped for, and yet CKded night arrived at last. How slowly its feet carried away the hours, and what htrange load of heartfelt emotions I bore up, t'lsat by my chamber window looking out, thought fur the last time, upon the home -father. The moon was out in all her ■h-nilor ; she was kind to me, lighting up with 81 Ter tor ches all the spots my eyes might to rest upon before I went out into the 1 a waiiehtT-r. The broad fields lay, out „—di ar d 'lnning before my gaze; the field 'J'''* 1 Uttd worked by my father’s side bt j V ' aS a koj— a *t! dear, kind father g 1 been! (At this juncture my throat AjJ 3 s well.) 1 turned away from the wip- j.;,- see tny mother once more I” I rubbing my eyes with my coat n'.'j’ „ ' om - ever had a better mother than 01Tn ' n a c * ia ' lr s °l>bed outright, 1 ■j." aroun 'l for something to take with me i;.'.° -V , r IEOt '*’ er ' 8 hand had blessed with her t*a , lere was a spinning wheel in the k * B ' e l”‘ ’ an< * at *he end of the hj’tai a "’°oden roll. With my knife I torc P resse< i *t for really to my !'«t■ placed it tenderly in my vest dvjTj' J a 'l n °t time to do more; the old St ir*,'' Je warned me solemnly that l,j. ' lnte <l time had arrived; and with a 0;,.f ’ l'; : noiseless step left the house, isj 0^ ut . ia 'ho open air, my wonted light >,;■ a s P ,r ds returned. I consoled myself lau ght that in a few years X should ts« i( j a ° a ‘ n ’ a strong, healthy, wealthy, re ni‘nauentiai man, an honor to my Jan t l ° rien< * B an( * t * lo us ‘ 1 ,r. Jettin en Ton< lered since, how I succeeded tr, „- 5 iV!i y ftora home with my horse and K ou i'J, ut aro “sing any one. But as good *6l , Woa W have it, I made a triumphant *** lurin' 6 r l’' ace ' an d in a few moments ? ea riessly along towards the home ’ft* p‘ - v . on ly dread was of the little H vhn;. / ’ lf ’ a ft«r all, she should betray *T°nld u ’ < *' refu '’ desperate mischief V*#! vonW , , at a wretched predicament rVI; Vet T ln! 1 B roane<i alond at the ' itriit! . l? Ht a brave face upon the mat -111 ‘1 wa s right that we should THE AGITATOR aifrotefr tt» tlje SS*tett»Um of tfce Sttea of JFmJxow apß tfte SjjtraO of »efo*m. WHILE THERE SHALL BE A WRONG UNRIGHTED, AND UNTIL "MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN" SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE, VOL. V. go, we should go; if it .wasn’t right, in all probability we should stay at home ; yet right or not right, if that miserable httle Pan did betray us, I’d spend all my days in avenging the wrong, that was certain. Was lin earnest ? Did I mean it ? But we shall see. How earnestly and anxously I gazed towards the chamber window of Janet, as, after fasten ing my horse by the roadside, I walked cau tiously up the long lane that led to the doctor’s house. 0.! joy inexpressible! the waving of a white handkerchief in the moonlight told ine that everything was right, that in a few mo ments 1 should clasp Janet fondly to my breast, mine, mine forever! Ah, how happy I was! —so happy, indeed, that I stood there in the moonlight, with my two hands pressed firmly to my left side, for fear my overloaded heart would burst from me entirely. What a figure I must have cut then 1 What an Apollo I must have looked, with my fine proportions wrapped up in my wedding suit! I was slender; I was tall: I was gaunt; I am sure I was ugly-look ing atthat moment. What possessed me I cannot tell, but from an old chest I had taken a blue broad cloth swallow-tail coat that had belonged to my grand father in the time of the wars, and in the pride of my youth had got into it. The tails came nearly to my heels, while the waist was nearly to my arm pits. The sleeves reached to the tips of my fingers, biding entirely from view the luxuriant pair of white silk gloves, which I had allowed-myself for tho important occa sion. Above this uncouth pile of blue broad cloth was perched a hat. 01 ye stars and moon that looked upon it, testify with me that it was a hat!—a hat and not a stove pipe, a hat and not a hoot leg 1 That hat I—looking back at it through the mist of twenty-five years, it seems to have arisen to the stature of two full feet, while its brim appears little wider than my thumb nail. My eyesight isn’t quite as perfect os it used to he, and so I may not quite see rightly. Make all due allowances, dear reader. I say that I must have looked ugly at that moment, Be that as it may, I thought that I was looking splendidly; that that the figure I cat was an honor to the name of Brown, and I was proud of it; proud as I stalked up to Janet’s window, and placed carefully the lad der that was to hear her to my side. Every thing was silent about the house. Fate was surely with us. Fanny had been bribed into service. As I stood there, I could see her littlg figure flit noiselessly to and fro by the window, and how I blessed her—blessed her from the very bottom of my heart, for herlkindness. At last Janet commenced descending the lad der, and as she did so the moon crowded in out of sight under a huge black cloud. The heav ens favored ns ; oar success might be looked npon as fixed. Three steps more upon the lad der’s rounds, and Janet’s dainty little feet would stand upon terra firma with my own. The steps were taken, and she held for a mo ment fondly by the sleeves of my blue broad cloth before we looked up to the window, both with upraised hands, to catch a small bundle of clothing that Fanny was to throw down to ns, and which we had no other means to carry with us. “Be quiet, Fan,” whispered Janet, as her sister reappeared at the window and poised the bundle above oar heads. “Be quiet, Fan, for heaven’s sake, and drop it quickly !” But Fanny still stood there, swinging back ward and forward the huge bundle, without heeding Janet’s earnest entreaty. “Do, do throw it, Fanny, dear! Do have some mercy ,on .me! What if father should know of this? What if he should be awa kened.” ' “La, give it to her. Fan; don’t plague your sister, she’s in a hurry!” called a voice at that moment from the closed blinds at the parlor windows, which belonged to none other than Dr. Stoddard. “Give her the things; and tell the boys to carry out a bag of com, a cheese, some wheat and butter to the cart. Janet must have a set ting out. Only be still about it. Fan.” For a moment we were petrified upon the spot; I thought X should fall to the ground. What should wo do—run, faint, die evaporate or go mad? While we stood undecided, two huge matrasses fell at our feet from the window, followed at once by sheets, pillow cases, table cloths and sundry other articles necessary to the setting up of a respectable house-keeing es tablishment. “Mother, mother, don’t one of these new feather beds belong to Janet ?” called Charlie Stoddard from one part of the house. “Yes, yes, and a bolster, and a pair of nice pillows, too. Carry ’em right out of the front door," was the answer. “Whose horse have you, Jason ?” asked the doctor, pushing up the blind, “your father*a ?” “Y-e-e-s, sir,” I stammered. “Humph 1 didn’t you know better than that; that old gray isn’t worth a button to go. Why didn’t you come up to my barn and get my black mare ? Sam, Sam, hurry away, straight to the bam and harness black Molly for Jason. If you’ll believe it, he was going to start off with his father’s old horse ! Be quick, Sam — work lively—they’re in a hurry; it’s time they were off.” “Have you anything with you, Janet, to eat on. I the road?” put in Mrs. Stoddard, poking her head out of the window. *l‘No, ma’am,” faltered Janet, moving a step or two from me. “Well, that’s good forethought. And as I live, there isn’t a hit of cake cooked in the bouse, either! Can you take some white bread and bacon, and some brown bread and cheese, do, Jason ? It’s all we have.” “Yea, ma’am,” I said meekly, stepping as easily as I could a little further from Janet. “Look, father and mother, quick, now the moon is ont, and see Jason’s new coat and hat!” called Fan, from the window, her merry voice trembling with suppressed laughter! “Isn’t that a splendid one, father ?—just look at the length of its tails I” “Just give me my glasses, wife,” said the doctor. “Is it anew one, Jason?” “Yes, sir, rather new,” I said, giving an ea ger look in the direction of the lane. “Well,” drawled the doctor, eyeing me slyly, “that coat is handsome.” WELISRORO, TIOGA COUNTY. PA., THURSDAY MORNING. JUNE 23; 1859. “And his hat, father !” cried the wicked lit tle Fan. “I declare !” exclaimed the doctor. “Wife, wife, look here and see Jason’s coat and hat!” What should I do—stand there till morning before that incessant fire of words ? Should I sneak off slowly, as Janet was doing ? What, oh! what should Ido ? •‘Don’t they look nice, mother ?” asked the doctor, putting one broad brown hand over his mouth, and doubling his grey head almost to his knees. “He-baw, he-haw, bi-he-haw!— Mother—he haw I—don’t'they look nice,” roared the doctor. I couldn’t stand it any longer. The doctor’s laughter was a signal; it was echoed from all parts of the house. Fan cackled from the chamber window; Sam shouted from the barn; Mrs. Stoddard he-he-ho’d; from the kitchen ; while Charlie threw himself down in the door way and screamed like a wild Indian; I gave a leap across the garden. Every Stoddard called after me. lam wrong; every Stoddard but Janet; she remained silent. One told me to come back for the bread and cheese; another that I had forgotten my bundle and bride; an other bade me wait for black Molly and the new buggy; Fan bade me hold op my coat tails, or I should get them draggled. I didn’t heed any of these requests ; I went directly for home, feeling sheepish—no, sheepish is a weak word for it—l can’t express to you how I felt. I had a great idea of hanging myself; I thought I bad better be dead than alive; that I had made an idiot of myself It was all plain; Fan had betrayed us. I vowed vengeance upon her until daylight, then sneaked out to the barn and hid in the haystack. I staid there until Charlie Stoddard brought my father’s horse. The old gentleman was frightened; wanted to know how he came by the horse. He was told to ask me; he did ask me, and I made a clean breast of it. I didn’t promise him not to repeat the offence ; there was no need of it; but lam sure of this; I did not look at a girl for seven years—no, not for seven years.— When the eighth year came round I remembered well my old vow against Fanny Stoddard.— Well, to make a long story short, I married Fanny. Janet became a parson’s wife. And here let me tell you in confidence, reader, that I really think little Fanny Stoddard had a very deep motive in her head when she betrayed Janet and me, though she was but a child.— She liked me, even then, I belive. Well, at any rate she declares every time that the affair is mentioned, that I have had my revenge upon her. Bless her faithful heart, it has been in deed a sweet one. Wonders of the Mississippi. The difference of level between high and low water mark at Cairo is fifty feet. The width and depth of the river from Cairo and Mem phis to New Orleans is not materially increa sed, yet immense additions are made to the quantity of water in the channel by large streams from both the eastern and western sides of the Mississippi. The question natu rally arises, what becomes of this vast added volume of water ? It certainly never reaches New Orleans and as certainly does not evapor ate; and of course, it is not confined to the channel of the river, for it would rise far above the entire region south of us. If a well is sunk anywhere in the Arkansas bottom, water is found as soon as the water level of the Mississippi is reached. When the Mississippi goes down, the water sinks accor dingly in the well. The owner of a saw mill, some twenty miles from the Mississippi, in Ar kansas, dug a well to supply the boilers of his engine, during the late flood. When the waters receded, his well went down till his hose would no longer reach the water, and finally, his well was dry. He dug a ditch to an • adjacent lake to let water into his well; the lake was drained, and the well was dry again, having literally drank ten acres of water in less than a week. The inference is, that the whole valley of the Mississippi, from its banks to the highlands on either side, rests on a porous substratum which absorps the redundant waters and thus pre vents that degree of accumulation which would long since have swept New Orleans into the Gulf but for this provision of nature, to which alone her safety is attributable. In fact, if the alluvial bottoms of the Miss issippi were like the shores of the Ohio, the vast plain from Cairo to New Orleans would to day bo part and parcel of the Gulf of Mexico, and the whole valley a vast fresh water arm of the sea. Were the geological character of the valley different, the construction of levees, con fining the water of the Mississippi to its chan nel, would cause the rise in the river to become so great at the South that .there not sufficient leeves could be built. The current would be stronger and accumulation of water greater as the levees are extended North of us. Such results were reasonably enough antici pated ; but the water, instead of breaking the levees, permeates the porous soil, and the over flow is really beneath the surface of the swamps. Such, it seems to us, are the wise provisions of natural laws for the safety and ultimate reclamation of the rich country South of us. We believe that the levee system will be successful, and that the object of its adop tion will be attained- The porcity of the ma terial used in making them has caused most if not all of crevasses. Men may deem it a su perhuman task to wall in the Mississippi from . Cairo to New Orleans, but our levees are the work of pigmies when contrasted with the dykes of Holland. The floodtide of the Miss issippi is but a ripple on the surface of a glassy pool, compared with the ocean billows that dash against the artificial shores of Holland.— The country to be reclaimed by our levees— all of which will not for fifty years cost the people as much as those of the Dutch when originally built—would make one hundred Such kingdoms as that over which Bonaparte once wielded the sceptre. —Memphis Avalanche. A witty man, who lived in constant fear of bailiffs'having absconded, one of his acquaitan ces asked what the reason of his absence to which ho replied, “Why, sir, I apprehend he was apprehensive of being apprehended, and so he left to avoid apprehension Love in a TonneL Many amusing anecdotes of Yentriloqnists have been published, and many mora'told that have not been published. But we think there are few ventriloqnil incidents that will com pare with one we witnessed recently on the cars of the Virginia Central Kailroad. have read anecdotes of Nichols, Kenworthy, Dove, Sutton, Harrington and Blitz, but think the following actual occurrence will bear favor able mention, side by side with either. _ \ The cars left Charlottsville. Ya., for StauU tonl at 12M., and entered the tunnel, which is very long and very dark, about half past IT. M. We bad hardly been shut out from day light, when a noise was heard in the rear end of the last car. The conductor and several passengers, who were standing on the platform, entered the car with a view to discover the cause of the disturbance. But- owing to the extreme darkness, nothing could be seen.— While patiently waiting to bear the slightest movement, which might explain the excite ment, a boisterous noise, resembling the sound produced by fervent kissing, and at the same moment a female voice was heard exclaiming; “Get out, you brute! Let me alone! I’ll call the conductor 1 Keep your hands off, sir 1 This is shameful I’’ “\tfliere is he f” cried the conductor in an angry tone, approaching the direction whence the sound proceeded. “Here!” asked the' lady, “this end of the oar; arrest him 1 he insulted me shamefully—here he is again! Will yon let me alone? I think it is a burning shame that a respectable lady should be treated in this manner 1" “Get in the ladies’ car then!” shouted a gruff voice ; “you have no business here !” “She has a right here,” replied the conduc tor, seizing the individual be supposed guilty of a misdemeanor. “You needn’t grab me,” said a husky-voiced old man ; “I didn’t touch her; I havn’t seen a woman in the car 1” The conductor seemed confused, and retraced his steps to the forward end of the car.— Again the voice was heard, apparently in the rear. “Here he is again, conductor! Go away! quit! let me alone ! this is shameful! Keep your hands to yourself, sir! I’ll leave the car! You follow if you dare I” This language was followed by an explosion resembling the doncuasion of two lips. All was confusion. The sympathizing passengers were all standing up, highly excited, but owing to the darkness and the uncertainty that existed from whence the sounds -/proceeded, nothing was done. A noise like the rustling of silk was. heard, the rear door opened and then closed with a hanging sound, making the ex traordinary stillness which followed fearful to contemplate, which Tearfulness increased to horror, when the conductor announced that the lady mast have stepped off the platform, as there was no car attached. The cars were stopped by the signal rope, and a lantern procured, when the passengers, headed by the conductor, groped slowly and silently back through the tunnel, expecting monflmtarily to discover the mutilated remains of the unfortunate female. But after searching back to the mouth of the tunnel, nothing was found, and they sadly retraced their steps. Upon arriving at the train a passenger sug gested that the cause of the excitement be ar rested ; and in the cars went the party, sear ching every seat until they came to a person, leaning forward on the back of a seat in front of him, apparently asleep. The conductor roughly shook the sleeper, when he raised his head, when, lo ! and behold, it was Wyman the ventriloquist. The party very reluctantly swallowed the unmitigated "sell.” The cars started and sped on to their place of destination, having been detained one hour over time. W as Moscow Burxed ? —Mo story baa been more generally told nor more fully credited than that relating to the destruction of the great city of Moscow, in 1812 by fire. Yet, Moscow was not burned. Around the vast city is an almost continuous line of wood-pile—va rious species of pine and other woods. By the side of this, and also reaching around the city, is an almost continuous line of granaries.— Here are the food and fuel of the inhabitants, provided, in advance, for the long and dreary winters. The Russians set fire to the granaries and the wood-pile and to many portions of the city. After the battle of Borodino the retiring pitch burned with resistless fury, destroyed everything in its neighborhood, and rendering egress from the place almost impossible. The glorious old churches and palaces of the ancient city of the North escaped, in the main, the de vouring element. The traveler who looks upon the mighty structures, the architecture of which is of the most varied character—betraying the labor, upon the same building, in many cases, of heathen Mahomedan and Christian denomi nations will go away convinced that he has been marvelously deluded by the stories of the destruction of Moscow. lie will naturally in quire how those trees, which require centuries to grow, became interlocked with huge piles of building which he has been taught to believe have all sprung into existence since 1812. Selv-Evidestly Dkcjtk.—Old P., who re sides at Okolama, Mis., is well known as one who never pays a debt if it can be avoided. Has plenty of money, however, and is a jolly, rollicking old chap. 'Gets pretty drunk occasion ally, when, of course, same friend takes care of him. Not long ago befell into the hands of a friend who held his note for a sum of money, and, as it was a last chance, the friend dived into old P.’s wallet, took out the amount of the note and put the note where the money had been. When he awoke to consciousness, as was his wont, he took his wallet out to coun| how much money he was out. Finding his purse almost empty, he thundered: “How in h—ll did I spend all my money !” “You paid off that note 1 held,’’ answered the friend. “Well, muttered old P., quietly stowing away his wallet, “I must have been most d—d drunk!” COMMUNICATIONS. A Starlight Reverie. ’Tis evening,—the stars, rejoicing at the fa ded glory and hidden splendor of the setting sun, are beaming forth from their hidden re treat in yon far-off realms of ether, and one by one, all radiant and lit with joy, are forming a long the vaulted, concave, —gemming and dot ting the sombre vestments of darkling night with more than golden diadems and diamond splendor,—rendering the heavens attractive, even enchanting to the enraptured gaze,—filling the air of surrounding nature with the thousand penciled rays and convergent points of light,— reflecting back from the mirrored surface of the silvery lake their own bright forms in a manner so mysterious'and strikingly .beautiful in their apparent depths as to cause me to imagine I am gazing on a second heaven. While gazing thus and contemplating the silent beauties of the starry night, a distant whippoorwill broke in with his plaintive lay, and the music of his lonely notes so joined with the quiet sadness that bad crept over me, that they filled my soul with sweet enrapturing melody. Listening thus, I stood unmindful of all dee save my own thoughts, the bird’s sweet voice, the touch ing melody of its dying cadence, add the tran quil scene by which I was bound, not till iLuna rose and illumed with her glory the ori ent and threw her silvery sheen broadcast over the earth, did I awake from the? reverie into which I had fallen. And how strfihge the met amorphosis : the earth no longer wrapt in som bre hues, ia lit by the beaming radiance of the full round moon. The dark forms and lum bered trunks of the forest trees, that reared their heads high in air are clothed as if were by the magic beauty of a grove in the fer-off fairy land; the zephyrs move, the boughs tremble, and the leaves whisper of the beauteous scene. The dark coverts and winding aisles of the dreary wood are changed to rosy bowers and sylvan glades, and the stars shine with a purer, a ho lier light, and seem to rejoice in the presence of their queen—the meek-eyed morn. . I stood thus, gazing, communing with “visible nature in its varying forms,” and “through nature looking up to nature’s God,” till I was lost in wonder and praise. Thus, one by one, the mo ments passed rapidly but imperceptibly away. The moon was high in the i heavens, and the bell of the distant town had tolled the long hours of midnight ere I turned to retrace my steps homeward. That night I retired at least a more thoughtful, if not a wiser person, for the lesson I had i received from one of the many mystic pages of nature’s book. Oh! who does not at eve, when all is. quiet, with only a fanning zeph yr to kiss the brow, lore to go forth into the open air beneath the calm blue sky, with the sisterly train that gem the night looking ten derly upon you, and pale-faced Cynthia gazing serenely down, illumining nature with her sil very rays, and forming strange fantastic shapes through the grand old trees; with all these si lent monitors waking countless memories, or leading the mind into a maze of thought, or speaking in a still voice—as the whispering breath of things too pure and holy to be de scribed. Yes, at such an hour, who does not love to wander beneath the open sky; for it is at such times that the angels come so near our little world, that you can almost hear the rustle of their wings and the whispers of peace that pervade the breast at such hours, are only equal led by that rest of which this is a sweet prelude and foretaste. B. Q. L. Mainsburg, June 10, 1859. One of the greatest speeches on record is the following describing the destruction of a meet ing-house by a flood; “A few short weeks ago, and you saw the stately meeting house towering up in your midst like a grannydeur in a corn field 1 Now, none so poor to do it reverence ! It has gone the way of all flesh. The mighty torrents descended from the eter nal clouds ; the air was filled with cries of des pair ; the river swelled and ran over; the mighty building creaked, shook, rose from the surface of the water, moved like a world in miniature down the vast expanse, carrying off with it an old pair of boots tiiat I had left in one corner of our pew.” Lola Montez, in her book, “The Art of Beau ty," lays down the following rule among her “hints to gentlemanl on the art of Fascination.” You ought to know there are four things which always more or less interest a lady—a parrot, a peacock, a monkey, and a man; and the nearer you can come in uniting all these about equally in your character, the more will you be loved. This is a cheap and excellent recipe for making a dandy, a creature which .is always an object of admiration to the ladies. A beggar accosted a member of Parliament, and telling a piteous tale, said, “If your honor does not assist me I shall be compelled to an act which nothing but desperation could tempt me to do.” The honorable gentleman gave him a shilling and walked on, but an idea struck him ; so ho called the beggar, and asked him what he had meditated doing. “Can’t you guess,” said the beggar. “I should have been compelled to hunt for work which nothing but desperation could have tempted me to do.” “What has brought you here ?” said a lone woman who was quite the other morning by an early call from a bachelor neigh bor who lived opposite, and whom she regarded with peculiar favor.—“l come to borrow match es.” “Matches! that’s a likely story ! Why don’t you make a match yourself? I know what you came forcried the exasperated old bachelor into a corner,” you came here to kiss me to death ! But yon shan’t without you are the strongest and the Lord knows you are.” Mm Choate, wishing to compliment Chief Justice Shaw, exclaimed: “When I look upon the venerable Chief Justice Shaw, I am like a Hindoo before bis idol; I know that he is ugly, but 1 fell that he is great 1” The Brunswick Telegraph, gives, in proof of the assertion that a hen is immortal, that “her son never sets!” Advertisements will be charged $2 per squared 14 lines, one or three insertions, nod 25 eenta<sor;etery subsequent insertion. Advertisements of less than 14 lines considered as a square. . The subjoined rates will be charged for Quarterly, Half-Yearly' arid'Yearly ad- % 3 months. d ictJNTHS. • $4,50 $6,00 4,00 - «,00 r •• > r«oo 0,00 ‘ ‘ 8,00 " ■ '*16,00 ■ Square/ - do. ■£ column, - i A , do - . r . 10)00 15,00 -,w« Colnmn, . . 18,00 5 30,0(1 ’ j 7dJso Advertisements not having the number of insertion, desired marked npon them, will he published until or dered ont and charged accordingly. :'j’ Posters, Handbills, Bill-Heads, Letter-Heads, and all kinds of Jobbing done in country establishments, ex ecuted neatly and promptly. Justices’, Constables’, and township BLANKS: Kotos, Bonds,Hceds, j/ort gages, Declarations and other Blanks, constantly on hand, or printed to order. NO. 47. •educationae: For tho Xgitator. The editor of the Methodist Protestant, Bal timore, in answer to a correspondent, thusgives his view of the spread eagle style of pulpit performance Young Flowery has a pretty good delivery, and if he would always be natural' and not try to be theatrical, he would please. There la not ranch practical common sense in him, for! .the reason that he has not cared to supply his rpind with facts, and the information that belongs to them, which are always the basis of atrohg common sense. He has a natural love for the beautiful, but it is uncultivated, and he there fore too often mistakes a daub of flashy color ing for a finished picture. Unfortunately he has fallen into the error of supposing that he has a towering imagination. This is a sad mis fortune. It is bad enough for a young preacher to have a towering imagination ; and if any one of our readers is in possession of such a faculty, the sooner he gets rid of it, the better. But with Young Flowery it is only a mistaken fancy ; and the result is, he supposes himself not unfrequently to be towering, when he is only floundering. In such moments some of his critical friends are wont to say, “Young Flowery is now soaring in spread eagle style but they, of course, speak irqnically, and mean not to degrade the spread eagle hy any such reference. The other day Young Flowery was making a temperance speech. Incidentally be referred to the physical effects off intoxication. This opened the way for a regular spread on the wonderons 1 machinery of our “physical or ganism the fact that “we are fearfully and wonderfully made,” was exhibited with an energy and passion rarely heard. By the time he had gotten through wtth his eloquent de scription, the people had pretty well forgotten that they were listening to a temperance lec ture, and it required no great stretch of imag ination to fancy the brother a lecturer on min ute anatomy. i After a while some allusion was made to tha superiority of mind over matter. Instantly Young Flowory began to soar. Mountains, for ests, rivers, lakes, oceans, cataracts, whirl winds, and volcanoes, passed like a rapid pan orama before the audience.: Everything was still as death. The earnestness of thO' speaker was startling. But the temperance cause was almost forgotten. It required a coming down to get himself and his audience back again to the subject under consideration. Presently he touched upon the national ef fects of the vice. Here was a very fine oppor tunity for assuring the audience - that a pro found patriotism pervaded his bosom. The early history of the country suggested the name of George Washington, and Washington sug gested the Bevolutionary war, and the war sug gested the “Star Spangled Banner,” and the banner suggested the “American Eagle," and what with them all, as they one after another awakened bursts of oratory, the people wore quite carried away; but the temperance cause was far in the rear, and half the audience mo mentarily supposed the Fourth of July had come this year in the month'of March. We notice one peculiarity in Young Flowery which is very apt to be found in “spread eagle orators.” He is very fond of applying scien tific terms; unfortunately he does jaot use them ■with a clear perception of what they mean.— He almost invariably says strata for stratum, and phenomena for phenomenon. This onty exposes his ignorance to a few. however,-the 1 majority think he is learned, and so it passes off very well. The writer of this was somewhat inciined.to the spread eagle style in his boyhood, and can therefore sympathize with those who hate a leaning that way. But he has lived to learn the folly of it, and is exceedingly anxious tb induce others to avoid it. Use a plain but for cible vocabulary; and be more solicitous to en force your theme than to ornament it. Orna ment is a good thing in its way; but it requires no little judgment to use it in its proper pro portions. ■ A Thousand Miles a Minute. "A thousand miles a minjite !” said my little son as he raised his eyes from conning his geo graphy lesson; “a good deal faster than we traveled on the oars when we went to Ohio ; we were only traveling at the rate of twenty-fiya an hour, I heard some person say." “Yes, my son, the earth in its revolution round the glorious luminary of day travels in finitely faster than any car, and yet you never heard of the earth running off the track. Or a collision between it and other planets, or an explosion and thousands of people being killed. The planetary systems are God’s machinery.— He originated the design, and was the grant! architect. He commanded, and it stood fast. These immense trains have, been whizzing on ward for six thousand years, and God’s omnis cience has been most completely demonstrated in their harmony and perpetuity. The works of man are lauded in the most glowing colors, and yet how they sink into insignificance wheq compared with the grand designs of the Al mighty I Neither need we in our imagination, my son, soar away to the planetary systems for evidence of his wisdom and skill. The littlej violet, as it is just now lifting its head from the bosom of the cold earth to the genial sunshine; the fruit trees which you may behold from the window before which you are sitting, every bough laden with the thousand buds just ready to burst into full bloom; all, all testify in hints eloquence to the wisdom and goodness of God; Your eyes also, with which you have just sur veyed the fruit trees —your hand with which you grasp your book, evince their wonderful adaptation to the purpose for which they were designed: the eye combining the wonderful properties of a microscope; the hand subject to our volition, and yielding implicit obedience to our slightest wish, Thus, my son, when we look abroad upon the works of God we are im pressed with the fact that it is an act of con descensioh in the Almighty Potentate of the universe to lend an ear to our feeble J tions of praise." 1 'Kates of Advertising. The Spread Eagle Style.
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