ofPuWlcatlon. . noUNTY AGITATOR ia published TH * Uorningf and maUed to subscribers price of PER ANNUM^SJ? . icance. It is intended to notify every ..jn'nWj„ (he term for which he hae paid ehall ‘‘Sw tie rt»mp—“Tike Oct,” on the mar- Sre ifi ir r’,„«ocr. The paper will then be stopped &of li'Si remittance bo received. By this ar- Cj i can be brought in debt to the S ° Jjittti’ Jj (ho Official Paper of the Connty, r fo A* 1 * 1 , Readily increasing circulation reaofa t\ neieiborhood in the Connty. It is sent into t™ u , ny Post Office within the county 0/ f‘" w L s most convenient post office may be 1B»V“| Xui d»»ty. it it»“!“ ~ jot exceeding 5 lines, paper incln -1 THE BALL. 1 jod combed their beautiful hair, iotr, bright tresses, one by one, ‘" barbed and talked in the chamber there, AitW“ the revel was done. talked of waits and quadrille, lief laughed, like other girls, tuJa the Sre, when all is still, **• r “ Comb out their braids and curls. - of satin and Brussels lace, ! Knots of Sowers and ribbons, too, o.Uored about in every place. For the revel is through. dd Maud and Madgo in robes of white, M The prettiest nightgowns under the sun, Stockinelesa, slipperless, sit in the night, For the revel is done. fit and comb their beautiful hair Those wonderful waves of brown and gold. Till the fire is out in the chamber there, And the little bare feet are cold. ta out of lie gathering winter chill, All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather, Jhile the fire is out and the house is still, Maud and Madge together,— JUad and Madge in robes of white, The prettiest night-gowns under the sun, Ccrtainod awav from the chilly night, After the rerel is done, — Float along in a splendid dream, To a golden gittern's tinkling.tune. IFhilo a thousand lustres shimmering stream, Id a palace's grand saloon. Flashing of jewels, and flutter of laces, Tropical odors sweeter than musk, ilen and women with beautiful faces And eyes of tropical dusk, — And one face shining out like a star, One face haunting the dreams of each. And one voice, sweeter than others are y Breaking into silvery speech,— Telling, through lips of bearded bloom. An old story over again, A? down the royal bannered room, To the golden gittern’s strain, — Two and two, they dreamily walk, While an unseen spirit walks beside, And. all unheard in the lovers’ talk, He claimeth one for a bride. Oli, Maud and Madge, dream on together, With never a pang of jealous fear! For, ere the bitter St. Agnes weather Shall whiten another year. £obed for the bridal, and robed for the tomb. Braided brown hair and golden tress, TkereTl be only one of you left for the bloom Of the bearded lips to press,— Only one for the bridal pearls. The robe of satin and Brussels lace, — Only oce to blush through her curls At the sight of a lover’s face, Ob. beautiful Madge, in your bridal white, For you the revel is just begun; Bat fur her who sleeps in your arms to-night The revel of life is done. Bat roled and crowned with your saintly bliss. Queen of heaven and bride of the sun, Ob, beautiful Maud, you'll never miss The kisses another bath won. Atlantic Monthly. The Captain's Confession. BY BELA BOW PAINTER. Salem, in the State of Massachusetts, is a r.aint oU town, abounding in legendary lore, biditions of strange events, from a period long tlerior to the “witchcraft,” down to the days f the White murder, still hang on the lips of it older inhabitants. Slany of them are no as marvelous than the'well-known legend of t! “Phantom Ship,” yet having far more foun iinon in fact than that romantic tale. Some ilete stories, like the one which I have men tmd, are connected with the sea and sea-faring tin, Salem having been, before the Revolution cl for some time after, a rival of Boston in tamercial prosperity. The story which I pur ls? to relate is of this class, strange in its in nate, but nevertheless strictly true, forming nricellent illustration of the oft-quoted ad ■p-“truth is stranger than fiction.” A short time before the revolution a young Isjiishman by the name of G , arrived in him. His health had been broken by a long uaesF, and he had come on the voyage in the hpe of regaining it. He belonged to a family tf rank and wealth, who had reluctantly con- Ksted to part with him in obedience to the •thea of his physicians. There lived at that time in Salem a well bvn physician, Dr. C , who had been tammended to the parents of the young man Ul person both competent and trustworthy to hie charge of him on his arrival. The captain d the ship in which he came was particularly with the care of him during the voy fB* - This man, whose name was T , had long in the employ of a flourishing mer ■utile house in England, and by them brought «tho notice of the young man’s family as a l«tm of ability in his profession, and worthy the greatest confidence. To the care of these 0 men the anxious family entrusted the in -1 during his absence from home, hoping to himreturtfln due time with renewed health, hen the ship which carried him arrived at en , Dr. C received G , with kind and treated him with utmost care and at ,on; 6 brought a large sum of money him, more than sufficient to supply all his f' 1 " 5 desired to amuse himself by trav n? ™ ou gh the colonies. A portion of this jj o ” k' s stay in Salem, was placed in charge , • doctor for safe keeping. The knowledge e possessed this large sum led the doctor captain to unite in a plot for obtaining pos- f Oll it by destroying the young man, p ll '~~^ ema ined in Salem for some time.— • houbles which gave rise to the Revolution istt (, en a ? t * le ' r climax, and a few months lB ar rival the war broke out. Of course [ , him from carrying out any plans .. m g 'p the colonies; and as his health fctlt '"'proved, he determined to seize k *°PP ort unity for returning to England. Soa % arranged by Dr. C that he i o J=? k»ck as he had come, under the care i Pam T . He left Salem with the Uj , Eoon meeting his parents and friends, ■ r:; aps of further improvements in health, h , . ' CHAPTER 11. ’ Ite ship arrived at her port, but ej I(s ■ The captain informed the rel- y°ung man that he had rapidly iei , t ™ Ihei voyage, had died, and been bnr fcuiyTf' Nothing could have been more Jnt 0 ( ‘Ws story. The family received ? "Olhing and personal property that Stu a, “sen with him. If any doubt 4* test of the disappearance of j, ® omng the money, it was easily ao >by supposing that it had been sto- THE AGITATOR to ttje srtcnflion of tte of ifm&om ana tf>t Spread of ©caXttjg itefo*m. |WHILK THERE SHALL BE A WRONG UNRIGHTBD, AND UNTIIi “MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. VOL. V. len by soma one belonging to the ship. If his friends had wished to make further inquiries in Salem, it would have been very difficult to do so while hostile relations existed between the colonies and the mother country. Besides, it would hare been useless; for the same story had been told there to the few persons who had become acquainted with him and his affairs, da ring his stay in America; and the fate which he was said to have met, although in time of peace it would havh excited the commisseration even of those who had not known him, was soon forgotten by all but his fond parents, amidst the stirring event of the war. Not long after G ’s death. Dr. C- suddenly disap peared from among his neighbors, leaving no clue to tell whither he had gone. Of course this incident caused much astonishment at first among his friends, but as time passed on, he, like young G was gradually forgotten; nor was it ever suspected that the death of the lat ter, was in any way connected with the depart ure of the doctor. Captain T had never been very well known in Salem, for the greater part of his tune was spent on the ocean. He departed on another voyage to some distant place, but not returning as formerly, before long, he too was forgotten. ' chapter in. Years passed away. The American colonies had become the United States, and were al ready far advanced in the march of progress and prosperity, which they had began as soon as their independence was acknowledged by Great Britain. One day a ship arrived in Sa lem harbor, bearing an invalid, an old sailor, whose weather-beaten face showed the traces of long and hard service, wearing at the same time an expression which marked the possessor of a conscience ill at ease. It was Captain T , who had come home with little hope of re gaining bis health, but wishing, at least, to lay bis bones In his native land. He had money and was well cared for, A room and all the comforts possible for a sickman were provided and an excellent nurse was hired to wait on him. and care were of little avail to him. He had murdered tile young man years ago, placed in his charge, for gold; and remorse, far more than disease, was gradually under mining his life. The voice of conscience would never let him rest. Asleep or awake, by day, and a hundred fold more by night, he was con stantly tormented by her “thousand tongues.” Men who have perpetrated horrible crimes sometimes laugh at the idea of a conscience; but afterward, they are the very persons who have been horribly tortured by remorse. So was it with Captain T . The gold for which he committed the deed was worthless to him, and the thought of his crime haunted him con tinually. In vain he attempted to forget it in the excitement and ever varying scenes of his toilsome profession. , He fled from his friends; he fled from the scenes which reminded him of G ; but alas I guilty man that he was, he could not flee from himself! His conscience pursued him everywhere. CHAPTER IV. : Captain T was on his death bed. Some times be was in a raving delirium, at others in a conscious state. Long afterwards his nurse declared that she never spent such fearful hours as those she passed watching Captain T . At first none knew what disturbed his mind, but it was at last discovered in the folloWing manner by the nurse, who before suspected that he had committed some terrible deed, from the broken sentences which he utterred in his rav ings. One night when a fearful storm raged without, beating against the walls of the house, and a solitary lamp flickered in the chamber of the sick man, he was in that half reasonable condition which sometimes intervenes between a state of perfect conciousness and a delirium. “Do you hear that?” said he, calling bis nurse to his bedside. ,t The wind was howling without! and blowing the boughs of the trees against the honse, but the nurse terrified by the loneliness and the sick man’s awful manner, almost thought she did perceive a sound which was supernatural, and could be attributed to neither wind nor rain. “Don’t mind it,” he continued, “it isn’t for you, it’s for me; and then lowering bis voice to a whisper, the conscience-stricken wretch con tinued, “That’s G ’s body beating against the ship! ’Twas just such a night as this when I threw him overboard 1 He begged and prayed for mercy, but I was deaf to his entreaties. — The storm was loud and no one heard him but me. I shall never forget the last look of his white face. It has haunted me ever since. “There! there it is now! I heard him strike the ship’s side just as he does now. Listen! don’t you hear it? I have heard it night and day for years past!” ■ He raved on. Afterwards he confessed to the nurse the compact with Dr. C and all the circumstances of the murder. He also ex plained to her the doctor’s mysterious disap pearance. His conscience also had been at work and had terrified him with the fear of dis covery. He was constantly tormented with the dread of G ’s parents coming to Salem, to institute inquiries about their son. He had carefully concealed himself in his house for many years, known only to a servant and to Captain T .He had made with great care, a contrivance for close concealment, by means of secret panels, in the walls. The place was well stocked with provisions, for he was fearful that the house would some day be searched. — He also had a large chest constructed with ap ertures for the admission of air, in which he was carried about on a cart, when he wished for exercise, without suspicion. Not long after making this confession Cap tain T breathed his last. The nurse then divulged the dreadful secret. Dr. C ’a house was immediately searched; he was discovered in the place of concealment described by the captain, and arrested, but died in prison it is supposed by his own hand, before be could be brought to justice. This tale adds another illustration to the num ber which might be brought to show that wealth or other advantages obtained by crime are never productive of happiness to their possessors; and that all of the ills whioh can beset man kind, none are so terrible as the chidings of a guilty conscience. WELLSBOROj TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 21, 1859. From the Boston Olive I Steve Alant’s Treasure Huai BT AUTHOR L. RESERVE. “Well, Uncle Steve, what do you think of the rush to Pike’s Peak V’ inquired I, of |that in teresting old gentleman, while he was busily engaged in hoeing his corn, which by