of Publication. , coUNTT AGITATOR is published 4 Morning, and mailed to subscribers price of . _ - pOLIiAE PER AWVitr&sf & * jmnce. It ia in tended, to notify every 'lea the term for which he has paid shall i tv the stamp —"Time Out,” on the mar ■•rt-t paper. The paper will then he stopped remittance be received. By this ar -1 mRn can be brought in debt to the » ‘ ;i ,r ' rOR 5s the Official Paper of the County, steadily increasing circulation reach* •v ilc? neighborhood in the County. It is sent >%any Post Office within the county r most convenient post office may bo County. not exceeding 5 lines,'paper inclu fS ? ear : - jfSINESS DIRECTORY. . .OWREt &S.T. WIISOS, l ,'' , XE YS 4 COUNSELLORS AT LAW, will the Court of Tioga, Potter and McKean j Vellsboro'.Fob. 1,1853.] b. bkoors, , nT y AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW V KI.KI.AND, TIOGA CO. PA >mlllt ,tu.le of Counselors there Is safety."—BtWe. % isss. ly. & THOMPSON, ‘ r > r y ,1X1) COUNSELLORS AT LAW. Corning', Steuben Co. N. T. 1 StS'CEu! c. H. Thowpsos. -jjS. 1535.—1 y. l)lt. W. \V- WEBB. eICE over Cone’s Law Office, first door below . rr '- Hotel. Kigbts be will be found at bis ■ e. first door above the bridge on Main Street, Samuel Dickinson’s. DENTIST, OFFICE at his residence near the Academy. All work pertaining to ' r fT7hi« lino of business done promptly and ZT “ [April 22, 1858.] pICKIXSOJf HOUSE CO EKING, n. y. Proprietor. taken to and from the Depot free of charge. HOUSE. 1 ‘ ‘ WKLLSBORO’, PA. I p, TAYLOR. PROPRIETOR. popular house is centrally located, and itself to the patronage of the travelling public. nil*. Iyi"tihic Physician and Surgeon, r.KLANP. TIOGA CO., PEN N*A. " - ritl{ patients in nil parts of the County, or re ,.v el£ for treatment at his house. [June 14,] ; H. O. COLE, UZBEK ASI) HAIR-DRESSER. : pin the rear of the Post Office. Everything in I*lice trillbe' done as well and promptly as it xcpoc rn the city saloons. Preparations for re 3, dandruff, and beautifying the hair, for sale 5.' Hair ami whiskers dyed any color. Call and We’lsboro. Sept. 22, 1859. GAINES HOTEL. Ic. VEP.MIL YEA, PROPRIETOR. Gaines, Tiogra Connty, Pa. Z: Kell knhwn'hotel is located within easy access c thebest fishing and hunting grounds in Northern .v.pne will bo spared for the accommodation ‘jw seekers and the traveling public. OIDEUSPORT HOTEL. H'DERSPORT POTTER CO., PENNA. IF. Glassmirc, - - Proprietor. ’■IS HOTEL is located within an hoar's drive of head waters of the Allegheny, Genesee, and raima rivers. No efforts are spared to make : ae for pleasure seekers during the treating 1:1 for the traveling public at all times. •d. 2?. 1559, ly. JOHN B. SHAKESPEAB, TAILOR, opened his shop in the room “over 1 K'm. Roberts Tin Shop, respectfully informs the and vicinity, that he is prepared *.■<:« orders in his lino of business with prompt despatch Cutting done oh short notice . djWo, OcL 21, 18jS.—6m WATCHES! WATCHES! ~ ?up*criler has got a fine aaaortment of heavy WiLISH LEVER HUXTER-CASE Gold and Sliver Watches, —* ° ill fell cheaper than tl dirt” on ‘ Time/ i. e. t-Kll ‘Time Pieces’on a short (approved) credit. of REPAIRING done promptly. If a 1 work U not done to the satisfaction of the party ■p:u, no cjharge will be made. 'irfi.o-i appreciated and a contiuance of patron solicited. ANDIE FOLEY. h’fWo, June 24, 1848. CORNING BOOK STORE. subscribers have removed to the large and . Shed up Brick Store—four doors east -rcrißh.ik, Corning—and will keep on handa rUiuriincnl of New Books, among which are Kclfgious Standard Works, _ HISTORICAL BOOKS, V'f hrlion, Poftiral Works, School Books, , . SHEET MUSIC, , " ’ and Wall Paper, N. Y. Daily and ' l| *dly papers, all the Magazines Publishers prices, very cheap. ROBINSON & CO. -jp. tt-H. TSRBEII, CORNING, N. Y. Klolesale and Retail Dealer, in Medicines, Lead, Zinc , and Colored | "rni.h, Brushes Camphene and Burning . Bash and Glace, Pure Liquare for ‘Medicines, Article Paints and Bntshcs, ’-I- fane. Articles, Plaforimg Extracts, dec., -1 , ALSO, * aa?ortme nt of School Books— blank Bonks, Staple and Fane, ? c . . _ Stationary. L Druggists and Country Merchants dealing ■ tne almve articles can be supplied at a small ~7 la -' c " Fork prices. [Sept. 22; 185T.] tfSTOII IND TIN SHOP! -OPPOSITE HOY’S DRUG STORE..®? can lug Stores, Tin, and Japanned ‘vt the usual prices. hveu Cook Stove and Trim ;, i v 15 ,00. '-‘ids „f Tin and Hardware ■ . j™” 0 for Ready Pay. . K:: y one who wants anything in this line Prices before purchasing elsewhere. '* **!>•«•» e .?“ ce —two doors south of Farr’s Ho- Tr 7* yfs Drag Store. CALL AND SEE I D - DEMING, ? a » announce to tie people of Tioga County, to fill all order* for Apple, Pear* ir«4T «? nt * A l )ri «>t, Evergreen and Deciduous ■ s* . urry utB Kaspbcrries, Gooseberries, j cirawberrics ofnew and approved ’vari- Hybrid, Perpetual and Sum* Bourbon, Noisette, Tea, %T Y D n Clllnbia s Bose*. all the finest newya* _ . neties of Althea, Calycanttma, • LQ\\r D n 2*» SyHOgiaa. Viburnums, Wlgilias Ac. Vi. ’ t^l\o-.p a€or >ieB. Dahlias, Phloxes, Tollps, rhtp. Hyacinths, Korcissls; Jonquils. LU ra'rberi7’ * do *- ,,u,iU >* s - \ or pruning trill bo u. D. DEMING, Wrlbboro, p,. THE AGITATOR Behoteiy to tbe JHptcneion of the area of iJfreehom anh the spreah of f&ealthg Reform. WHILE THERE SHALL EE A WRONG HNRI6HTED, AND UNTIL "MAN’ > INHUMANITY TO MAN" SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. YOL. YI. THE SONG OP HORTON. BY ALEXANDER SMITH. On the Sabbath day. Through the churchyard old and gray, Over the crisp and yellow leaves, I held my rustling way; And amid the words of mercy, falling on my soul like balms, 'Mid the gorgeous storms of music—in the mellow or gan calms, 'Mid the upward-streaming prayers and the rich and solemn psalms, I stood careless, Barbara. My heart was otherwise While the organ shook the air, And the priest, with outspread hands, blessed the peo ple with a prayer; But, when rising to go homeward, with a mild and salnt-llke shine Gleamed a face of airy beauty with its heavenly eyes on mine— Gleamed and vanished' in a moment—o, that face was sorely thine Out of Heaven, Barbara. . 0, pallid, pallid face! 0, earnest eyes of grace! When last I saw thee dearest, it was in another place. You came running forth to meet me with my love-gift on your wrist; The flutter of a long white dross, then all was lost in mist — A' purple stain of agony was on the lips I kissed, That wild morning, Barbara! I searched in my despair. Sunny noon and midnight air: I could not drive away the thought that you were lin gering there. 0 many and many a winter night I sat when you were gone. My worn face buried in my hands, beside the fire alone— Within the dripping churchyard, the rain plashing on your stone. You were sleeping, Barbara I ’Mong angels, do you think \ Of the precious golden link \ I clasped around your happy arm while sitting by yon brink ? Or when that night of gliding dance, of laughter and guitars, Was emptied of its music, and we watched through latticed bars, The silent midnight heaven creeping o'er os with its stars, Till the day broke, Barbara! In the years I have changed; Wild and far my heart bath ranged , And many sins and errors now have been on me avenged; But to yon I bavo been faithful, whatsoever good I lacked ; I loved you, and above my life still hangs that love intact— YOU LOVE THE TREMBLING RAINBOW, I THE RECKLESS CATARACT — And I love you, Barbara 1 Ye't, lore, I am unblest, With many doubts opprest, I wandered like a desertfwlnd, without a place of rest. Could I but win you for an hour from off that starry shore, The hunger of my soul were stilled, for Death hath told you more Than the melancholy world doth know;! things deeper than all lore, You could teach it, Barbara 1 In vain—in vain—in vain! You will never come again ! There droops npen the dreary hills a mournful fringe of rain I The gloaming closes slowly round, loud winds are in the tree, ’Round selfish shores forever moans the hurt and wounded sea! There is no rest upon the earth, peace is with Death and thee— Bakdaiia ! From the Potter Journal. The Tioga Valley. WIIAT A STRANGER THINKS OF IT. Just where the Tioga winds out from among the hills in the southern part of Tioga county, stands a miniature Pottaville, called Blossburg, Blackhurg, would be truer to its complexion, saying nothing of its other attributes. From the heights above, the Ville presents a wild, wierd aspect. Its painted buildings on either side of the dark streets, look like the white sails of commerce fluttering through a dark, whirling sea of coal dust This coal den stands at the terminus of the Corning and Blossbnrg railroad, but preparations are being made to extend the line seven miles deeper into the heart of the coal region. The mines are not very extensively worked at present, they dis charging only about one hundred tons daily. Not the least interesting among the features of the place, is the inclined plane, by means of which the coal is transported from its home among the hills, to the -level grade below. A branch strikes off at a right angle from the main track, and goes up the steep hill a quar ter of a mile, double track; forming an incli nation of over fire degrees. It is exceedingly interesting to see the cars ascend and descend the heavy grade, passing each other, one laden, the other empty; yet one goes up as far as the other comes down, for they balance each other by means of a heavy wire cable with the ends attached to each car, and the middle passing over a huge drum at the bead of the plane.— The speed of the drum is regulated by brakes, and the whole operation is simple and effective. Having a curiosity to follow the empty car that kept sweeping round a curve above the drum bouse, and returning full of the black diamonds; my companion and myself started on a visit to the mines this morning. The day was bright and warm, and the water along our way gleamed along the sun-light as it came trickling down the rocks. It had a strong min eral taste which was very repulsive. We soon arrived at the fountain bead of the coal-stream that had been rippling by us on its iron wheels, and we were shown a black, gloomy looking excavation, leading, the prince of darkness only knew where; and told that was where the coal came from. Every now and then grim, de moniacal looking little hoys issued from the pit pushing their tiny wagons over the coal bin, where by an ingenious contrivance they were emptied, and the engineer, conductor, locomo tive, all in one, turns on llis mimic railway, and without whistle or brake creeps into his viewless path again. One little lamp attached to his cap as a signal to others, is all the light he has to gaide him on his long and dreary passage under ground. These are kept con stantly burning, and the smoke gives their fea tures anything but a beautiful appearance, hut. makes them look very comical however. They seem to have imbibed none of the gloominess of their location, but all wore a cheerful and contented look, and seemed to be unusually WELLSBORO, TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 29'," 1859. proud of their calling. Our conductor that agreed to take us into the mine, commenced lining his car with thin pieces of wood in order to prevent contact withiite blackened sides, and [ in a moment we were entering the regioß of mists and gloom which closed around us with more than midnight darkness, The road was low and narrow, not permitting a very long smoke pipe on our human engine, but through the nicely lubricated valves there came an occa sional shriek which be interpreted as meaning “look out for yoar heads.” Then by the dim light of his lamp coaid be seen the solid masses of rock sweeping down close to our car and gliding sullenly past. Now a rumbling sound and a twinkling light far ahead, warned'us of the approach of another, car going out. This we passed after a little delay, when our guide began pointing out great boulders of rock whicli had fallen from over bead, and rather coolly] we thought, asked us, “how would you like to have been under that?” After having assured him that the idea was not all agreeable, we hastened to leave the spot, and came presently upon what looked like a group of spectres, hue they proved to be human beings like ourselves] and not as fancy would have it, ghouls, ready to pack us away in the halls of perdition.-l They evidently considered the heart of a mount ain as not beiqg exactly the place for exchange of drawing-room courtesies with every stray waif that might fancy a peep at their domin ion ; for they were as silent as the rocky walla on which they were looking. To one of ait imaginative turn of mind, here was an abun dance of room for the exercise of a poetic fancy. Strange fancies would now and then dart through our matter-of-fact and practical brain. Indeed, it was hard sometimes to keep thesis flighty fellows from running away with reason. The exceeding narrowness of the way—thje dismal rumbling of our car—the gliding of the walls and the strange looking eyes of our guide, that constantly peered at us through the almost fiendish glare of the smoke and flame that dif fused itself over his countenance, making hint look like an illuminated death's head set in black marble, and following us with sombre wings that seemed to hover around in every di rection—were suggestive of anything hut tlje realms of light and peace. A short turn, a sudden halt, and a faint light from a vault at the right, told that our journey was at an end— that we were in the place of the coal king, whose royal privilege is to diffuse light and gladness, daily, over thousands of hearth's and homes. Thus it is; from such humble and obscure sources as these, there issue streams of bless ings that, flowing onward, fail and miugle to gether in the great sea of eternal good. And thns it is that every earnest demand, backed by an actual necessity which is made upon Na ture, is sure to meet with an answering revela tion of her secret treasures. In the low chamber before us were clustered the laborers, praying with blows ; petitioning with spades and mattocks for the favor Jof their god. We left them at their' voiceless in vocations ; and in a few moments looked out bn the blue, rejoicing sky once more. I In the evening, just as the twilight began to fall, the opening chime of the Catholic Chnich bell, and the crowds below flocking towards the building, proclaimed evening service. It was a dull, uninteresting performance, for such it might be justly called. The singing was noth ing hut a continued, monotonous chant, wh ch with the other exercises was quite incompre hensible. How different were the emotions awakened here, from those experienced in a German meeting house, visited at 1 o’clock of the same day. We arrived only in time to bear the concluding hymn. The singers voices were clear and powerful, and more than full of pa thos. They sang with closed eyes, and with such earnestness and sweetness that the listener must have involuntarily acknowledged it to have been the language of the heart’s pure de votion. What a contrast! one typifying the gloomy mythical, which in' the mind of super stition is an inseparable element of religi and the other representing the pure and proachable. Owing to the extreme dryness of the weal fires are frequent in the woods around B 1 burg, and late in the evening far to the no! a rainbow of flame shone out of the heavet night. It was grand and indescribable, large fire in the night is always splendid, sometimes terrible, but a lofty mountain i ering upward to the skies, without a compel within miles—with its base and sides a mijj bulwark against the dark wares of night’s oc —surrounded with it£ guardian silent barj giants, and its cloud piercing-summit encir by a broad, lurid ring of fire, each up-v I lancing spark eager to place the coronet i ligher on the mountain’s brow; and far I ip the heaven, those supernal fires—the twi ing stars, outshining all below—taken toge I complete a view insuperably grand and lime. Bidding farewell to Bloas., the next brought Covington and Mansfield to vie , This latter place is, or is to be distinguisbe: its Mansfield Classical Seminary; nowri: out of the ashes of its former self. Like 1 1 fellow’s Enoeladus, under Mount Etna, it ii dead, but has already lifted its head thn the blackened rifts, to the height of three ries. Although a luminary as yet only in pect, it presents quite an imposing appear: The prettiest feature of Covington, is a_ 1 weeping willow standing in ono of the sttji Tioga came last with its wide streets, bands buildings and beautiful shade trees. In lame respects, the prettiest village in all the valley. Our Country. —A Southern paper thinks it would be hard to find anywhere “more lawyers, doctors, colonels, captains, majors and ’squires, more legislation and lavs less understood, more migratory population, more half-oooked bisi iuits, harder corn dodgers, less oarer',for exposes, more regard for females, more go-aheaditive ncss, more Bibles and more novels, morel reli gion and more devils, more cleverness and lib erality, more real independence, wilder oxen, more politeness and gawkiness, more pitching horses and awkward dancers, than in our be-, loved and honored United States.” ] A Temperance Story, * The following narrative, which appears aa a leader in a late number of the Honesdale (Ha.) Democrat , will be found one of the beat and most effective temperance lectures ever pub* liehed. It would make an admirable tract to circulate among the people by millions'of cop ies; ‘ - “John I. Allen is dead. While this announce ment will sadden a wide circle of his friends and acquaintances, a sense of relief must min gle with the sadness. “Mr. Allen took up his residence in this bor ough in 1839. He was then approaching' the meridian of life. He possessed a strong and elastic physical constitution, which, with fair usage would have insured him great length of days. : Of robust form and rugged physiogno mical formation, lie had a manly port and bear ing. He had made himself acquainted'with a large variety of subjects, and had a ready com mand of all bis mental resources. He was of social disposition, delighting in companionship. So organized and endowed, be was fitted to act a leading part wherever his lot was cast. “Soon after he came here, he was admitted to the bar and attained to a highly respectable standing as a lawyer. Not long after he became the editor of the Wayne County Herald, which he conducted with spirit and ability, though not without a dash of censoriouaness and scurrility. He was a member of the Presbyterian Church, and was active and influential in all benevolent and public movements. He acquired property, and was not only prosperous, but was honored. Few men in the county exerted a greater influ ence, or numbered a larger circle of devoted friends. “In an evil hour he yielded to the seduction of the cup. But he did not fall at once irreco verably, but by a succession of descents, after each one rising somewhat only to sink the low er. “Finding his affairs here unsatisfactory, he removed to Easton, and assumed the editorship of the Sentinel, but his degradation accelerated, and he soon came hack in a worse state than when he departed. Friends provided him with a situation os a civil engineer, which he held for a brief period, his bad habits increasing so rapidly as to necessitate his displacement. He was then fitted out on a liberal scale for Cali fornia, where he remained for several months, returning in a forlorn condition. Step by step he went down a dark and dismal way, until hope and patience went out in the hearts of bis best friends, and he became a common pauper. In this low estate it would ho sickening to tell of all the low expedients he devised to gratify the unquenchable thirst for alcohol, and we forbear. “Last Friday night be was in the borough. After nine o’clock he left a bar-room to goto his lodgings, which were on the tow path of the canal, nearly opposite Ham & Turner’s flour mill. That was the last time he was seen alive. The following afternoon the man with whom he lodged became concerned on account of his absence and made search for'him. It was ascertained that a little girl had picked up his hat at or near the dam which feeds the ca nal, and that an individual living near the black smith’s shop at the boat yard had heard, about ten o’clock the evening before, a splash in the canal below the outlet lock,- and a cry for help. It was thence inferred that Mr. Alien had crossed' over from the lower lamp on Front street to the outlet lock, in order to have the advantage of the lamp at that point to light him on his way down the tow-path. Search was accordingly made for his body on Saturday evening but without success. On Sunday morn ing, however, it was found in a sort of eddy, a short distance below the outlet lock. The fu neral was attended on Sunday afternoon. “Sad it is when one adorned with so many gifts, and so eminently fitted for usefulness in society, sinks to so wretched a doom. Shall no lesson be learned from such a fall ? “There are, say, fifty retail dealers in intoxi cating drinks, in or contiguous to Honesdale,— Many of these dealers are men of generous but misdirected natures. They make their living by ministering to the most deadly appetite that afflicts the human race. They ply a vocation that breaks more hearts, and sends more men to dishonored graves, than all other vocations put together.' Perhaps they mean not so. It may be that their intention is better than their work—that what they do is more the result of thoughtlessness than of design. No matter.— The evil is not diminished by such reflection. It stands one vast, appalling, indescribable. “There are a considerable class of young men who have inconsiderately entered upon the very aame.path that conducted Mr. Allen to his terrible fate. They resort to the billiard-saloon and the drinking-hoard. Already some of them imbibe more than they would be willing their dearest relatives should know. We entreat them to pause while yet reason and conscience, if allowed to act, are stronger than appetite.— We have seen Mr. Allen weep tears so hot they seemed to scald his cheeks, in contemplating the fact that he had lost the mastery of himself, and that naught remained for him but to be buffeted by the demon until his light should go Out in a night that knows no morning. If these young meu will not heed our admonition, as dark a doom awaits them.” „ . Jiher loss- 1 by sing ong i not mgh sto jros- .nce. arge eets. Heroism or Poverty. —Talking about the he roism displayed upon the field of battle, what is that, asked a ootemporary, compared to the heroism of poverty ? Think a minute over the idea. The bod-carrier who supports himself and a family of eight children and two dogs on a dollar a day, displays more true heroism than is required to effect a conquest on a battle-field. General Sabre will face a battery of a hundred guns without flinching, but if called upon to face an unpaid creditor four times a week, as Trowel the bricklayer does, when out of work, he would grow low-spirited, and take to arsenic in a fortnight. The. heroism of the battle-field is kept up by bass drums, clarionets, and praise from the' newspapers. Such heroism may or may not be a better principle; but there is no questioning the courage required in the prosaic duties of life—the bringing np a family by shedding perspiration at the rate of ten cent* an hour. Is there ? I some H. P. S. .Prize Romance. [Skewered by Slewing Kopy-rights.] MOSES THE S ASSV; OR THE DISGUISED DUKE. A TALE OT BLOOD AND THINGS. BY ARTEMP3 WARD. CHAPTER I. HOSES. My Story opens in the classic freestinks of Bostingf'-iu the parlerj of A aristocratic man shun on Bacon street aits a lovely young lady whose hair is covered with ,the frosts of 17 sum mers. She has just sot down at the Pisnny & is singin the poplar peace called Smells Of the Notion, in which she tells how with Pensiv Thawt she wandered by a C beet shore. The Son is settin in its horrizon and its gorjus lite pores in a golden meller Hud through the win ders and makes the bqotiful young lady twict asbootiful-as she was be-l, .which is unnecessa ry. She is magnificently dressed up in Berage basque with Poplin ttjmmins, more Antique edges and 3 ply carpeting. Her dress contains 12 flounders, brilliantly ornamented with horn buttons, and her shoes are red morocker with gold spangles onto them. Presently she press es her hands to her buzznm and starts up in an excited monnet. “Methinks,” she whispers in clarion tones, “I see a voice 1” A noble youth of 27 summers scrapes the mud from his butes in the hail and enters. | He is attired in a red shirt and black trowsis which last ar turned up over his butes, and his hat is hewitchingly cookt onter I side of his classicul hed.'f In sooth he was a noble child. Greese. in its barmiest days near projucedamore gallanter herow than Mo ses. The young lady gazes upon him for a few periods, clasps her bands together, strikes her position, and rollin her Fs wildly like a expir in infantile cow, cries; “Ha! do my eyes deceive my earsight? That frame! them store clothes; those vqice! it is— it is me own, me only] Moses!” - and he folded her to his hart. “Methinks I shall swoom,” she sed, and pretty soon she swoondid. CHAPTER 11. Was Moses op Noble Bieth. Moses was foreman of Ingine Kumpany No. 40. The 40’e had jest been bavin a pleasant file with the 50’s on the day I intrqjuce Moses to my readers. He had his arms full of trof fees, to wit: 4 scalps, 15 Fs, 3 fingers, 7 ears, which he had chawed off, &c. When Elizy (for that was the lovely young lady’s name) re kivered from her swoon she asked:! “How hast the battle gone ? Tell me 1” “Elizy,” said the brave young man, drawing himself up to his fulljhite, “we chawed ’em up and smashed their old meraheen all to pieces 1” “I thank the gods,” she cride. “Thou didst full well, and bence4th I ware thee in my hart of harts 1 Aud Moses,” she her bed confidently agin his weskit “dost know I sometimes think that tbow wastest of noble birth?” 1 “No,” sez he, wildly ketching hold of hisself, “you don’t say so?” “Indeed do I,” she sed. “Your dead grand fathers sperrit earnest to me the other nite, and says he, “Moses is a Disguised Juke !” “You mean duke,”j ses Moses. “Dost not the actors all call it Juke ?” she said sternly. j That Settled the matter. “I hav thought of this thing afore,” sed Mo ses abstractedly. “If it is so, then thus it must be! 2B or not 2 B—-that airs the question ! But no more of this now. Dry up. 0 life— life, youre too many for me! He tore out some of his yaller hair, stamped on the floor wildly, and was gone. CHAPTER 111. The Pirct Foii.ed. Sixteen long and weary years has clapst since the seens narrowated in the larst chapter took place. A noble ship, the Sary Jane is sailin from France to Aiueriky through the Wabash Canawal. A Pirut ship is in hot pursootof the Sary Jane. The capting of the S. J. looks fa teeged & as though; he had lost all of his par unts. The pirut is dost on to him &he is about givin in, when a fine looking feller in russit butes and a huffaier overcoat rushes forrerd and sez to tho capting, sez he, “Old man ! go down stares. Retire to the starberd bulkhead. He take charge of this Bote 11’ | “Owdashus cuss 1” sed the Capting, “away with the or I shall do mur-rer-der-r-r!” ' "Scarcely,” sez the noble feller, and he drew a diamond-hilled sword and cut the capting’s hed off.” ‘ | : “0, that I should! liv to become a ded boddy,” sed the capting, as he fell to the deck. He ex pired shortly afterwards, being fatally killed. “People!” sed the noble feller, “Ime the Juke de Moses 1” I “Old boss, metbinks thou art biowin 1” sed a youth of 49 summers, and the Juke cut off his hed likewise. Don’t print any verses on my deth in thenoospapers,” screamed theunfnrtnit young man as he fell ded on the deck, “fur if if yer do He haunt Iyer!” “People!” continnered the Juke, “I alone can save you from yon blnddy and unprincipled piruts 1 -What hoej there 1 A peek of oats !” The oats was immejitly brawt. The Juke took them and bravely mounting the jib poop he threw them upon the towpatb. In a rainit the leading boss hicht to the Pirut Bote cum along, stopt, and commenced fur to devour the oats ! The driver swore and hollered at him terrible, but be wouldn’t -budge an inch. Meanwhile the Sary Jane,her; bosses on the clean jump, was fast leavin thejPirut ship! “Onct agin do I escape deth!” sed the Juke between his clencht teeth, still on the jib poop. CHAPTER IV. The Wanderer’s Return. The Juke was Moses the Sassy. He had bio in Prance about sixteen years and now he was home agin in Hosting. He .bad some trouble in getting hisself acknowledged as Juke of Prance, as the Orleans Dlenasty and Boreboncs were femesi him, but he finally cankered, and now. he bad crossed the deep blue C to get bis fawn Elizy. She knew him to onct, as one of Rates of Advertising. Advertisements will lie charged $1 per square of 10 lines, one or three insertions, end 26 cents for every subsequent insertion. Advertisements of less than 10 lines considered as a square. The subjoined rates will be charged for Quarterly* Half-Yearly and Yearly ad vertisements : Square, - 2 do. 3 do. i column, - i do. Column, - Advertisements not having the number of Insertion, desired marked upon them, will be published until or dered out and charged accordingly. Posters, Handbills, Bill-Heads, Letter-Heads and all kinds of Jobbing done in countiy establishments, ex ecuted neatly and promptly. Justices*, Constables*, and other -BLANKS constantly on hand. NO. 9. bis ears and a portion of his nose had been chawed off in bis fights with opposition firemen daring boyhood's sunny hours. They were marridid and went to France, to reside in their' ducal Pallia which was got up regardlis of ex pense. They had several children and lived to a green old age, beloved “by all Beth great and small/’ as the Poick says 1 . The Pirut Captain was captured, tride, eon* victed, and sentenced to read all the letters that Messrs. Giddings and Wise shall write for the ensooin 4 years. His friends are endeverin to get his sentence commuted to imprisonment for life, 1 hour in each day to be devoted to reading the Canada papers. He sez this sentence was worser than tother one was. Still he don’t care much as long as he gits his meals regular. This is my Ist attempt at writin a Tail & it is far from bein perfect, but if I hav indoosed folks to see that in 6 cases out of 10 they can either make Life as barren as the desert of Sa sah or as joyyus as a flower garding, my objeck will have been accomplished. Adoo. Arkinsaw beats the world for black bars, put ty wimmin, and big timber. Stranger, I’va seen trees there that would take a man a week to walk around ’em. A fellow started once to walk through one that was hollow; he didn't take any vittela with him, and he starred on his way. , Bars are bigger, plentier, an more cunnin’. in Arkinsaw, than anything else. They bare a way of standin’ on their hind legs an’ makin’ a mark,with their paws on the bark of some certain trees, gen’rally sassefras. It’s a kind of record they keep, an’ 1 ’spose it’s a great sat isfaction to an old he bar to hare the highest mark on the tree. I was layin’ hid one day close to a tree where the bars were in the habit" of makin their mark, waitin’ fur one to cum along, fur I tell you I was mity hungry for bis meat. Directly 1 jheard a noise close to me, an’ lookin’ around, thar was a small bar walkin’ straight on his hind legs, with a big chunk in his arms. 1 could o’ shot him easy, but I was , mity curious to see what he war gbin to do with that there chunk. He carried if right to the tree where the marks war, stood it on end agin’ it, an gittin’ on the top of it, reached away up the tree, an’ made a big mark of about a foot above the highest. He then got down, moved the chunk away from the tree, an’ you never saw such caperin’, as he cut up! There was something so human about it, that I actually had’nt the heart to shoot him. Just to show you how cunnin’ bars are. I’ll tell you a sarcumstance what happened to me up in Arkinsaw. You see, one fall before I gathered my corn, I kept missin’ it outer the field, and I knew the bars were takin’ it, for I could see their tracks. But, what seemed mity curious, I never could find where they eat it— nary cob nowhar about. One mornin’ 1 saw an old she bar and two cobs just come outer the patch, walkin’ off "with their arms fall o’ corn. I was determined to see what they did with so much corn, and fullered along after them witl out makin’ any noise. Well, after goin’ nearly a mile, X saw ’em stop, and—stranger! what do you think ? thar war a pen full o’ hogs, and the bars was a feedin’ 'em. You see, that fall the hogs were so poor, on account of havin’ no mast, that the bars had actually built a rail pen, got hogs in it, and were fattenin' 'em with my corn 1 Investing Capital.— We find the following commercial dissertation in the financial col-1 umns of the New-Tork Independent; Permanent Investments. —lnvesting in cham pagne at $2 a bottle—an acre of good govern ment land coats $1,25. Investing in tobacco and cigars, daily, one year, §so—seven barrels of good float will cost §49. Investing in “drinks” one year sloo—this will pay for ten daily and fifteen monthly peri odicals. i Investing id theatricals one year §2oo—§2oo will purchase an excellent library. Investing in-a fast horse §5O0 —400 acre* of good wild land costs §5OO. Investing in a yacht. Including betting and drinking for a season, §5,000 —$5,000 will bay a good improved country farm. Panics, hard times, loss of time, red faces, bad temper, poor health, rain of character, misery, starvation, death, and a terrible future may be avoided by looking the above square in the face. A majority of “financiers,” in making cal culations for the future, watch the importations, exports of specie, the ups and downs of stocks, and the movements of the Wall streets Bulls and Bears. All that is very well bnt let them at the same time estimate the loss of gold fn the maelstrom of extravagance. A Clean Sell. —A shrewd countryman was in New York the other day, gawky, uncouth, and innocent in appearance, but in reality, with his eye teeth cot. Passing up Chatham street, through the Jews’ quarter, he was continually encountered with importunities to buy. - From almost every store souje one rushed out,,in ac cordance with the annoying custom of that street, to seize upon him and try. and force him to purchase. At lost one dirty looking fellow caught him by the arm, and clamorously urged him to become a customer. “Hive you got any shirts?” inquired the countryman, with a very innocent look. “A splendid assortment, sir. Stop in, sir. Every price, sir, and every style. The cheapest in the street, sir.” “Are they clean t” “To be sure, sir. Step in, sir.” “Then,” resumed the countryman, with per fect gravity, “put one on, for you need it." The rage of the shop-keeper may be imag ined, as the countryman, turning upon his heel, quietly pursued his way. —New Y»rk Express. Hard.—An agent wrote from the West; “Gents: You will never get any spondulia from Bill Johnson. The undersigned called npon him yesterday, and found him with nary tile ; his feet upon the naked earth ; and not clothes enough hint to wad a yu»!” Wg caH that an expressive simile. 3 yoxrns. 6 koxths. IS hoxtk* $3,00 $4,50 $B,OO 6.00 0,50 B,os r,OO 8,50 10,00 8.00 0,50 12,50 15,00 20,00 30,00 25,00 35,00 Arkansas Tama- 50,00