Terms of Publication. jgE TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR is published _ elT Thursday Mornings and mailed, to subscriber? very reasonable.price of * pT ONE DOLLAR £ER tonally in advance. It is intended to notify every ibscriber when the term for which he has paid shall Ijre expired, by the’ stamp —“Xjme Out,” on the mar of the last paper. The paper will then be slopped a farther remittance be received. By this ar- no man can be brought in debt to the printer/ ' Xde Agitator is the Official Paper of the County, a large and steadily increasing circulation xeaih- JD £ into every neighborhood in the County. It is sent f£ t of pottage to any Post Office within the county <|mits, but whoso most convenient post office may be Jn an adjoining County. Business Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper inclu ded, 85 per year. BUSINESS DIRECTORY. lAS lOWREYA 9. IP. WILSOJT, i TTOKKETS & COOTSEtLOKS AT LAW, will \ attend the Court of Tioga, Pottor and McKean ■aunties. [Welisboro’, Tab. 1,1853.] S. B. 8800 K S , ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW ELKLAND, TIOGA CO. PA. ‘ln the multitude of Counselors there is safety.” — Bible. Sept. 20,1558, ly. c. N. DAKTT, DENTIST, mp|i /"\FFICB at his residence near the Academy. All work pertaining to UllrrYl?his line of business done promptly and [April 22 , 1858.] _ warranted- DICKINSON HOCSE CORNING, N. T. Mai- A. Eim Proprietor. Geests taken to and from the Depot free of charge. pfjJSItTAJIIA BOISE WELLSBORO’, PA L. D. TAYLOR. PROPRIETOR. Thfe deservedly popular house is centrally located, and -ommenJs its-elf to Iho patronage o i the travelling public, X0v.25.1?58, ly. AMERICAN HOTEL ■ . CORSIXS, H.T., E FKEEHIAN, - - - - Proprietor. Jleals, 25 cts- Lodgings, 25 cts. Board, 75 eta. per day. Corning, March 31,1859. (ly.) J. C. WHITTAKER, Hydropathic Physician and Surgeon. ELK LAND, TIOGA CO., PE NX A. IVill visit patients in all parts of the County, or re tire them for treatment at his house. [June 14,] VEHMILYEA’S HOTEL. B. C. VERMILYEA, PROPRIETOR. Gaines, Tioga Comity, Pa. , THIS is anew hotdl located within easy access of the best fishing and hunting grounds in Northern Pa. No pains will be spared for the accommodation of pleasure seekers and the traveling public. April 12, ISGO. H. O. COLE, barber axe hairdresser. SHOP in the rear of the Post Office. Everything in bis line will be done as well and promptly as it anlbe done in the city saloons. Preparations for re moving dandruff, and beautifying the hair, for sale cheap. Hair and whiskers dyed any color. Call and sec. IVellsboro, Sept. 22, 1859. THE CORNING JOURNAL. George W. Pratt, Editor and* Proprietor. IS published at Corning, Steuben Co., N. Y.. at One Hollar and Fifty Cents per year, in advance. The Journal is Republican iu politics, and has a circula ,tl<m reaching into every part of Steuben County.— Tho?o desirous their business into that and the adjoining counties will find it an excellent ad rertiiiag medium. Address as above. DRESS MAKING. M. A. JOHNSON, respectfully announces to JjJ_ the citizens of IVclUboro and vicinity, that she has taken rooms over Niles A Elliott’s Store, where ihe is prepared to execute all orders in the lino of DRESS MAKING. Having had experience in the business, she feels confident that she can give satisfac tion to all who may favor her with their patronage. Sept. 29, 1359. ' JOHN B. SHAEESPEAK, TAILOR. < H A VIXO. opened his shop in the room over B. B. Smith A Son’s Store, respectfully informs the citizens of IVellsboro’ and vicinity, that he is prepared to eiecute'orders in his lino of business with prompt ness and despatch Cutting done on chort notice. VeHsboro, Oct. 21, ISjS.—6m TO MUSICIANS A CHOICE LOT of the best-imported Italian anp German \ VIOLIN STRINGS. Bass Viol strings, Ouit.tr strings, Tuning Forks Bridges ic., just received and for sale at b BOVS DRUG STORE. WELISBOBO HOTEL, H’ELLSBOEOEGII, BA. t. S. FARB, j ( Formerly of the United States IIoUL) Having leased this well known and popular House, solicits the patronage of the public. With attentive and obliging waiters, together with the Proprietor's knowledge of the business, he hopes to make the stay of those who stop with him both pleasant and agreeable. Wcllsboro, May 31.15C0. WA TCHES! WAXCUES! THE Subscriber has got a fine assortment of heavy ESGLISII LEVER UUXTEII-CASE \ Gold and Silver Walclics, which he irill sell cheaper than “ dirt ’ on ‘ Time, i-e. he will sell ‘Time Pieces’ on a short (approved) credit. All kinds of RF.PAIRIXU done promptly. If a job of work is not done to the satisfaction el the party ordering it, no charge Trill be made. Past far ors appreciated and a continence of patron age kindly solicited. AXDIE EOLET. Wellsboro, June 24, 1818. . F. W. KKISIT, SADDLE AXD IIARKESS MAKER, ITELLSBORO ST.. TIOGA, PA. fp.AKES this method of informing the citizens of i Tioga, and of the County generally, that he has established himself at Tioga, Tvhere-.ho will manufac ture and keep on hand for sale a good stock of Saddles. Bridles, Heavy Harness, Carriage Harness of all kinds Ac. Also Hames, Halters, H hips, Traces, Collars Ac. All work warranted. Repairing done on short notice. Tioga, Sept. 1,1569. —1 y. W, 3D, TEBJSEU, CORNING, N. Y. Wholesale aad Retail Dealer, in DRUGS, And Medicines-, Ltad, Zinc, a nd Colored Paints, Oils, VarrucA, Brushes Cntnphene and Burning PUid, Dye Stuff, S”nk and Glass, Pure Liquors for Medicine, Patent Sfed ichtes, Artists Paints and Brushes, Perfumery, Saucy Articles, Flavoring Extracts, Ac., ALSO, —A general assortment of School Books — Blank Books, Staple and Fancy Stationary. Druggists and Country Merchants dealing in any of the above articles can bo supplied at a small •France on New York prices. [Sept. 22, 1857-] H. D- DEMING, ficinM respectfully announce to the people of Tioga County tUt he vs now prepared to fill all orders for Apple. Pear *«ich, Cherry, Nectarine, Apricot, Evergreen and Deciduous Ornamental trees. Also Currants Raspberries, Gooseberries, BbUtberries and strawberries of all now afid approved vari ttl M . Consisting of Hybrid, Perpetual and Stnn mor Rosea, Moss, Bourbon# Noisette# Tea# ®*ngsl or China, and Climbing Hosts. BHR TTURI7P V -Including all the finest new▼»' «nn.U DDLtI I — netjcB 0 f Althea, Calycanthus, ■* c t2ia. Lilacs, Spiraes, Syrlngfas. Viburnums, WigJlias ke. FI.O\AT47R C__Ptte°nlc3, Dahlias, Phloxes, Tulips, Wit ‘ ■ EjßO ~Uyacfcths, Karcissls; Jonquils, Lil All varieties. *J“jhodV'’a'Hew Haut-boia Strawberry. 4 dor. plants, $5. Wenrwpectfully solicited, f for Grafting, Budding or Pruning will bo Prcmpijy attended to. Address • * ■Jg- 16 » 3 SB. U. D. DEHIND, W* *»boro. Pa. nCBELL’B STRTJP OF IPECAC. For Coidf, . Cough,, Croup, 40. At Roy's Drag 6tor». ' THE AGITATOR YOL. YI. the old schoolhousb. 'Walls embrowned with the dost of age, Roof with mossy cover; A shattered stoop before the door, With woodbine clambering over. The broken forms ore strewn around, With many a name deep graven; The tracers toss life’s restless sea, Or sleep in heaven's haven. Choked Is the spring with forest leaves. The cup no longer near it; 1 sing the song wc used to sing. The echoes only hear it. And when" I trill the simple lay, We sang the beech tree under. They rudely catch the swelling notes And hurl them back in thunder. The grape-vine swing sways neath the oak, Tossed by the wild winds only; Where are ye, playmates of my youth? My heart is sad and lonely. I lean against the old oak's side And dream the old time over: And see again BNNeet Nettie Gray, When first I was her lover.-' Ah 1 silver streaks are through my hair, Ami Nettie early perished; And dead are all the brilliantlhope* I, in my boyhood cheih-hed. Oh, life is uot a web vre weavo 0 Of tints to suit our pleasure; Its pilgrimage Is not a road • That wo may justly measure. BACHELOR’S LOVE-MAKING, You would have known it for a bachelor's den, the minute you put your head in the doorl Blue, spicy wreaths of,cigar smoke circling up to the ceiling—newspapers under the table—■ Castile soap in the tiny bronze card-receiver—. slippers oh the mantle piece, and confusion ev erywhere. And yet Mr. Thornebroke—poor deluded mortal —solemly believed that his room was in the most perfect order 1 For hadn't he poked the empty champagne bottles under the bed, and sent the wood-box to bear them com pany, and hung his morning gown over the damp towels, and dusted the ash-sprinkled hearth with his best silk handkerchief? He'd like to see a room in better trim than that-r -guessed he would ! And now he was mending himself up, preparatory to going calling, to call on-the very prettiest girl in New York, Not that he was particularly fond of the needle, but when a whole foot goes through a hole in the north-east toe of his stocking, and there isn’t a button on his shirt, it’s time to repair damages. - Now, as Hr, Thornebroke’s whole stock of industrial implements consisted of a lump of wax, an enormous pair of scissors and one needle, the mending didn’t progress rapidly.— His way of managing the button question, too, necessarily involved delay; he had to cut all these useful little appendages from another shirt and sew them on, and next week, when the shirt was wanted, why it was easy enough to make a transfer again ! See what it is to be a bachelor of genius ! it never occurred to him to buy a few buttons extra! “Buttons are not much trouble,” said Mr. Thornbroke to himself, as he wiped the pefspi, ration *from his brow, “but when it comes to coat sleeves, what the duce is a fellow to do? I havn’t any black thread either,” and he looked dolorously at a small tear just in his elbow, where some vicious nail had caught in the broadcloth. ‘*A black pin may do for to-night, and to-morrow I’ll send it to the tailor. The fact is I ought to be married ; and so I would, if I only dared to ask Lilian. Oh! dear, I know rHq would’nt have me—and yet I’m not so certain either —if I could only muster the courage boldly to put the question* But just as sure as I approach the dangerous ground, my heart foils me ! And then that puppy, Jones, with his curled mustache, and hair parted in the middle—always hanging around Lillian, and quoting poetry to her—if I could have the privilege of kicking him across the street, I’d die happy 1 He isn’t bashful, not be ! If body would only invest some new way of pop ping the question —something that was’nt quite so embarrassing Our hero gave his black glossy curls an ex tra brush, surveyed himself critically in the glass, and then with a deep sigh, set forth to call on the identical Lilian Raymond, revolv ing, as he had a thousand times before, that if —perhaps may be— Oh I the bashfulness of bachelors. NY hen Mr. Thornbroke arrived within the charmed precincts of Mr. Raymond's handsome parlors, velvet carpeted, chandeliercd with gold and ormolu, crowded to the very doors, with those charming knick-nacks that only a woman's taste provides, Miss Lily was “at home” in a bewildering pink merino dress, edged with white lace around the pearly shoulders, and a crimson moss twisted in among the rippled waves of her soft brown hair. She never looked half so ipretty ; and, thank Providence, Jones wasn’t on hand, for once in his life. But what was almost as bad, Lily’s cousin was there—a tall, slender,- black-eyed girl, with arch lips, and cheeks as red as a Spintzberg apple. 0 how Thornebroke wished that Miss Esther Allen was at the bottom of the Red Sea, or anywhere except in that particular parlor. And then her eyes were so sharp —he hadn’t been doing the “agreeable” more than four minutes and a half before she exclaimed-: PROPRIETOR. “Dear mo, Mr. Thornebroke—pray excuse me—but what on earth is the matter with your elbow !” Mark turned scarlet—the traitorous black pin had deserted its post. “Only a compound fracture - in my coat. Miss Allen,” said he, feeling as though his face might (io the duty of Raymond’s chandeliers both put together, “you know we bachelors are not expected to be exempt from Such things.” “Hold your arm, sir, and I’ll make it all right in one 'moment,” said Esther, instantly producing from some secret recess in the folds *of her dress, a thimble and needle, threaded with black silk, and setting expertly to work. “There now, consider yourself whole.” ‘ “How skillful you are,” said Mark, admi ringly, after he bad thanked her most sin cerely, “But then you have so many nice little concerns to work with. I have only a needle and some wax, besides my scissors ! “You ought to have a house-wife, Mr. Thorne broke,” said Miss Lily, timidly lifting up her long lashes in hia direction. Lily nevet could look at Thornebroke without a soft, little rosy shadow on her cheek. “A what ?” demanded Mark, turning very red. “A housewife.” “Yes," said Mark, after a moment’s awkward I - 1 1 11 # ■— ■ 1 " M&ottV to tf)c rntitnuitm of tin mteu of iFmbrow nnU ft je Spread of ©raltbs 3Bcforw. T7HIRB THERE SHALL BE A WRONG UNRIGHTED, AND UNTIL “HAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN" SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. WELLSBORO, TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 21, 1860. hesitation, “my —my —friends have told me so very often—and I really think Jjso myself, you know. But what sort of a one I ,'would you rec ommend, Miss Raymond V < i “Oh, any pretty little concern. Pll send you one in the morning if you’ll accept of it,” she added, with a rosy light on her cheeks again, “If—l’ll— accept!” said Mark, feeling as if he were in an atmosphere of gold and pearl, with two wings sprouting out of bis broadcloth, on either side. And just as he was opening his lips to assure Miss Lily that he was ready to take the precious gift in his arms then and there, without any unnecessary delay, the door opened and in walked Jones. • Mark was not at all cannibalistic in his pro pensities, but just then he could have eaten Jones up with uncommon pleasure. And there the fellow sat, pulling his long moustaches and talking the most insipid twaddle—sat and.sat until Mark rose in despair to go. 'Even then he had no opportunity to exchange a private word with Lily. “You—you’ll not forget— “Oh, I’ll be sure to remember,” said she smilingly, and half wondering at that unusual pressure he gave her hand. “Ladies often do provide their bachelor friends so!” Mark went home, the happiest individual that ever trod a New York pavement. Indeed, so great was his felicity that he indulged in vari ous gymnastic ‘capers indicative of bliss, and only paused in them at the gruff caution of a policeman, who probably had forgotten his own courting days—“ Come, young man, what are you about ?” “Was there ever a more delicate way of as suring me of her favorable consideration ? Was-there ever a more feminine admission of her sentiment? Of course, she will como-her self—an angel breathing airs from Paradise— and I shall tell her of my love. A housewife, oh ! the delicious words I Wonder in what neighborhood she would Mko me to engage a residence—how soon it would be best to name the day! Oh !If I should awake, and find it all a blissful dream !” Early nest morning, Mr. Thbrnehroke set briskly to work, “righting up things.” How he swept, and dusted, and scoured—the room was aired, to get rid of the tobacco smoke, and sprinkled with co’ogne, and beautified generally And at length, when the dust was all swept in one corner, and covered by a carelessly disposed newspaper, he found the window glass murky, and polished it with such a vengeance that his fist, handkerchief and all, went through, sorely damaging the hand, and necessitating the un graceful accessory of an old hat to keep out the wintery blast for the time being. However, even this mishap didn’t long damp his spirits, for was not Lily coming ? Long and wearily he waited vat noHnlri* ** the bell gave warning of her approach, “it s all her sweet feminine {[modesty/’thought he, and was content. . —^ At length there was an appeal below, and Mark’s heart jumped up into his mouth, beat ing like a reveille drum. Ho rushed to the door, but there was no obebut a little grinning black boy, with a box. L “Miss Raymond’s compliments, and here’s do housewife, sir.” “The housewife, you little imp of Erebus ?” “Yes, sir, in the bos, all right.’’ ' ~ Mark slunk back into his room and opened, tho bos, half expecting to see a full-dressed young lady issue from it, a la Arabian Nights; but no—it was only a little blue velvet book, and fall of odd compartments in azure silk, containing tape, needles, scissors, silk, thimble, and all the nice little work-table accessories. “And she calls this a housewife !” groaned Mark, in ineffable bitterness of spirit at 'the down-fall of his bright visions. “But I won’t be put off so/' Desperation gave him courage, and off be hied to the Raymond mansion, determined to settle the matter if there were forty Joneses and Esthers there. But Lilian was alone, singing at her embroi dery in the sunshiny window casement. “Dear me,'Mr. Thorncbroke, is anything the matter?" Perhaps it was the shadow from the splendid crimson cactus plumes in'tbe window that gave hei cheek such a delicate glow—perhaps—but we hav a no right to speculate. “Yes." And Mark sat down by her side, and took the trembling, fluttering hand. “You sent me a housewife this morning I” “Wasn’t it right?” faltered Lilian. “It wasn’t the kind I wanted at all I" “Not the kind you wanted?” “No; I prefer a living one, and I came to see if I could change it. I want one with brown hair and eyes—something, in short, Miss Lilian, just your pattern. Can’t I have it ?" Lily turned white, and then red, smiled, then burst into tears, and tried to draw away her hand, bUjt Mark held it fast. “No, xio, dear Lily ; first tell me can I have tho treasure I ask for." “Yes*” she said, with the prettiest confusion in the world; and then, instead of releasing the captive hand, the unreasonable fellow took possession of the other, too. Bui as Lily did not object, wc suppose it was all right. And that was the odd path by which Mark Thorncbroke diverged from the walk of old bachelorhood, and stepped into tho respectable ranks of matrimony. W lee versus Lady. —lt is certainly not in good taste for a gentleman to speak of his wife as his lady, or to register their names upon the books of a hotel as "‘John Jones and Lad;/;” or to ask a friend, “How is your lady f” This is all fashionable vulgarity; and invariably be trays a lack of cultivation. The term wife is far more beautiful and appropriate and refined, whatever may bo said to the contrary. Suppose a Indy were to say instead of “my husband,” “my gentleman,” or suppose we were to speak of “Mrs. Fits Maurice and her gentleman.” The thing would be positively ludicrous, and its obverse is none the less so, if rightly con sidered. A man's wife is bis wife, and not his lady, and we marvel that this latter term is not nttcrly tabooed, in such a connection, at least by educated, and intelligent people. It ought to ba left for the exclusive nse of the codfish aristocracy.— Providence Press; Too Lato. BY BESSIE MORGAN, It was a bright morning in early spring. The birds were wild with joy. Through the open window came the sweet, fresh air, and played with the loose curls of two young sis ters. “You are an indolent child, Ada. You seem perfectly stupid. Do you think you will ever know anything ? Lo.ok at Lucy, how studious she is. I’m ashamed of you?” Ada was leaning in a listless posture against the table before her, gazing dreamily out upon the beautiful scene, with thoughts apparently far from the lesson, but as the angry reproof -burst forth, her head dropped low over the book. She was a gentle child, with a quiet, subdued manner, and there was a sweetoeess and depth of expression in her soft, hazel eyes, that foretold n lovely womanhood. She was not fond of books, except the great book of Nature, whose leaves she loved to look into when she wandered alone along the shady little streams, and rambled through the woods.— Often were those little feet wearied with the long strolls in search of favorite wild flowers. Lucy was four years her senior, and gave great promise of a brilliant* mind. Naturally of a proud and hasty spirit, the praise con stantly lavished upon her, rendered vain and overbearing, and little Ada was oftcfTsubjected to harsh, censorious remarks, and even great unkindness. It was a late hour in the afternoon. “Where is Ada?” was inquired. “Idling away her time, as usual, I expect,” was answered, and Lucy was sent in search of her. In a broad, green field little Ada was found sitting among the grass, gathering the daisies around her and twining them into a tiny boquefc. “Why, Ada,” cried Lucy, “what a simple child you are ; sitting there by It is too bad that I must constantly run after you. You’re so queer. I don’t like queer people.— They're never worth anything. So I think they'd better be out of the world !” “I thought I’d gather just a littld bunch for our teacher,” answered Ada, meekly. “You know she is fond of flowers.” “Well, if she is fond of flowers, that is no reason she likes common field daisies.” “They are very pretty, Lucy,” and she held them up admiringly. “Do you know, Lucy, I love the little daisies, because no one seems to love them. I feel sorry for the dear little things. I was thinking while I sat here, you are like the beautiful flowers in our garden, which are admired so much. You know that everybody admires you. And lam like the little daisies, whom no one loves.” Tears sparkled in her eyes as she spoke. “Well, if you’d be more industrious and at and Lucy gave her quitfTS ll mcrous faults. Midnight came. There were-hurrying feet and anxious faces in the little chamber. “It is too late,” said the doctor, sadly.— “Death has laid his icy .fingers upon her. Our exertions are useless.” “Oh! Doctor! will she indeed die?” sobbed Lucy. “Oh! save, her! Do Doctor I I spoke so unkindly to her. Bo quick, and give her something to restore her, if only for a minute. Let me ask her forgiveness. It cannot bo too late ! Oh ! no Doctor, you will try to save her. God will have mercy !” “Be composed dear child. Her gentle spirit is among the angels.” But the miserable girl could not admit tho dreadful truth, and she tenderly wiped tho cold dew from the beautiful marble brow, and over the motionless form to catch, if possible, a breath. In vain she listened and called her name, Ada had indeed gone to gather the never-fading flowers of heaven, in that peace ful home where tears are forever wiped'away, and the heart never saddened by an unloving word, even to the feet of Him who said, “Suffer little children to come unto me.” Poor, penitent Lucy! The terrible truth seemed to crush her very soul. Her keen re morse and bitter grief were inconsolable. The tears fell from her eyes too late for the little Ada to feel happier, except as the angels in heaven are made glad by the repentance of the children of earth. Too late ! How coldly it strikes upon the heart. You, reader, whoever you arc, remem ber these hopeless worths, Too Late 1 Mother, daughter, sister, father, son, brother, and you, too, wives and husbands, whatever relation you bear in life, cherish the treasures of homo. Keep not gentle words, and pleasant smiles only for strangers who care not for you, who in misfortune would pass you by with in difference, or in sickness feci no sympathy.— The night of death must come, and, as sure as you exist, every harsh word, every cold look, every unfeeling act, will rise up before you to the heart's core. When you look at the pale face of some loved one that will never brighten again at your coming, and the sealed lips that will never again smile in love upon you, and those closed eyes, upon which relentless death has forever laid his destroying finger. Eyes which have beamed with pleasure a thousand times when you have looked kindly into them, and have wept bitter tears when you have, perhaps, ofttimes wounded the now still, cold heart; when you look upon all this, and think , you will then feel regrets are vain, your cry of anguish without avail, for it is “Too late.” Strong Inducements. —A small boy was caught stealing dried cherries, and was locked up in a dark, closet by the grocer. The boy commenced begging most pathetically to be re leased, and after using all the persuasion that 7iis young mind could invent, he proposed, “Now, if you’ll let me out, and send fur my daddy, he’ll pay you for them and whallop me besides.” The grocer man could not withstand this appeal, and released the urchin. Prentice, of the Louisville Journal, thus speaks of a gentleman with whom ho is not on very good terms: “He is a most notorious coward; he talks as if his diet were lion steaks seasoned with gunpowder and broiled on burn ing lava, whereas his actual diet is probably rabits, liver, sheeps’ plucks end pigeon’s giz lards.’” Stranger than Fiction. An habitual reader of Action could ask for no romance more strange and pleasingthan the following story, for whose truth the Petersburg Press vouches; “Some years ago a Indy residing in Pennsyl vania sent her only child, a son, to Europe, to 'look at certain property that had been be queathed to her by a relative in, Belgium,— the sum was a large one, and would have placed her far beyond the necessity of labor. The property was secured, and the son wrote home thatlhe would return in the steamer Pacific with the funds obtained from its sale. The Pacific never reached the shores of America, and it is supposed that all on board of her per ished. The uld lady was inconsolable for a long while, but time finally so'ftened her grief. She removed to Petersburg, and for a long time had been noted for her immediate industry and charity. ! On Thursday last a stranger called upon her. He was bearded to the eyes, and his mien be tokened one who had seen much of the world. She received him kindly, and he began to speak of her son. Sho rccqguized his voice—the veil of years was lifted from her eyes—the olden time came back to her[ like O' long-forgotten dream, and she knew her offspring. His story is readily related. Ho did not leave in the Pacific, but was ill in London with the billicHis fever. During his sickness Ire was robbed of all he possessed. Upon his recovery he dared not return home penniless, and there fore repaired to France, i finding no employ ment, ho made his way to Russia, where he obtained a situation upon one of the govern ment railways, then under the superintendence of Joseph Harrison, Jr., Esq., of Philadelphia. Accumulating‘a handso.me sum, he retired to France, and purchased'a farm, which he sub sequently disposed of at a large profit. He then went to' England, where bet espoused the daughter of a gentleman of wealth. After his honeymoon he returned to this country, in the Bohemian, to seek his mother an£ carry her to his home. After considerable effort he found her in our city, and on Monday last left for the north, where he will shortly take passage for Europe.” ‘ - 1 A Delightful Legend: —There is a charming tradition connected with the site on which the •Temple of Solomon was erected. It is said to have been occupied in common by two brothers, one of whom had a family ; the other none.— On this spot was sown a field of wheat. On the evening succeeding the harvest, the wheat hav ing been gathered in separate shocks, the elder brother said to his “My younger brother is unableto bear the burden and heat of the day ; I will arise, take off my shocks and place without knowledge.” The benevolent motives l illiiileft, '"My elder brother has a family, and I have none ; I -wifi contribute to their’support; I will arise, take off my shocks and' place with his with out his knowledge.” Judge of their mutual astonishment when on the following morning, theyfound their respective shocks undiminished. This course of events transpired for several nights, when each resolved in his own miqd to stand guard and solve the mystery. They did so; when, on tho following night they met each other half way between their respective shocks, with their arms full. Upon ground hallowed with such associations as this was the temple of Solomon erected—so spacious and magnificent, the wonder and admiration of' the world.— Alas! in these -days, how many would sooner steal their neighbor’s whole shock rather than add to it a single sbeaf|! The Simple hands in a prin ting office. Twenty clerks in a store. Twenty younymen in a villager All want to get along in this world, and all expect to do so. One of the compositors will own a newspaper and be come an influential and prosperous citizen.- One of the clerks will rise tb be a partner and make a fortune. One of tbe;fipprcntice3 will come to be a master builder. One of tho villagers will get a handsome farm and live like a patriarch. But which is destined to bo tho lucky individ ual? Lucky? There: is no luck about U. The thing is almost as certain as the Rule of Three. The young fellow who will distance competitors, is be who masters his 'business, who preserves his integrity, who lives clearly and purely, who gains friends by deserving them, and puts his money in a saving bank. There are some ways to fortune that look shorter than this old dusty highway. But the staunch men of community, tho men who achieve| something really worth having, good fortune, good name, and a serene old age, all 'go this road. Old Age. —How beautiful is old age ! The sun is ever brightest when it is about to sink below the horizon and hide its radiant brow be hind tho curtains of a peaceful sleep. It is in the evcn’ng that the nightingale sings its sweet est songs, and it is in the autumn time that na ture is ripest and looks most golden and beau tiful ; how can it be that the-sunset of life should be less joyous and cheerful than its meridian ? Age is a mighty thing. It has triumphed over the trials of life, and Bushed with victory it awaits its reward, i Front bloodless lips, tho youth, as ho sits gazing wrinkled fea tures before him, hears the experience of the past ; he is warned of the shoals and quick sands af life. Tbps itgo is mighty again, for in the hot blood of rising generations it-sends its own genius and directs its own course. Age is a holy thing; it is the sanctuary of well spent lives ; it as the temple nt the top of a ladder of existence, where tottering limbs and weary hearts may fiud repose, whence they may look back without regret upon the groat world they are to leave, with smiles of encouragement to those who are still struggling amidst the stormy waves of fortune. “John, did Mrs. Green get the medioime I ordered ?” “I guess so,” replied John, “for I saw crape on the door the nest morning.” “A play upon words,” as the boy said when he kicked the Dictionary up and down the school room; ‘! Advertisements will bo charged $1 per square of 1| lines, one or three insertions, and 25 cents forWerr' subsequent Insertion*. Advertisemen&cf lees ?han ip lines considered aaa square., Thesulkeined rates bo charged for Quarterly, Half-TcarfsTud Yearly ad. vertisementa: i . * 3 KOSIHS. 6 XOSTRS. U UOXTBV, Square, - - *3,00 SJ.SP . $6,00 f S°* - 5,00 6,50 BJO I , a °- - 7.00 ■ §,50 1(K0() i column, , . B>oo 9i50 12,60 4 c.in™ * 15 ’ 00 1 2 ft«o 30,00 CQlmnn, . 25,00 35 Q 0 50.0 C Adyortisements not haring the number of inshrtionl desired marked upon them, will be published until or' aered-outand charged accordingly Posiers. Letter-Heads and&li kinds of Jobbing done iruountrxestahlishm'als. ex eoutod neatly and prompt]/.. JulHceSV^onstablea' - and dther BLANKS constantly on hand. J m 47. The HasnsonE Sqol.—One day last winter, a little boy from the south, who was on a visit to ths city, was taking his first lesson in the art of “sliding down hill,” when he suddenly found his feet in rather too close contact with a lady's silk dress. Surprised, mortified, and confused, he Sprang from his sled, and,' Cap in hand, communicated an earnest apology. “I beg your pardon, ma’am; I am vary sorry.” “Nevermind,” exclaimed the lady; “there is no barm done, and you feel worse about it than I do.” “But, dear madam,” said the bey, as his eyes filled with tears, “your dress is ruined., I thought you would be very angry with me for being so careless.” “O no,” replied the lady, “better have « soiled dress than a ruffled temper." “O, isn’t she a beauty 1” exclaimed the lad; os the lady passed on, “Who, that lady I” returned his comrade, “if you call her a beauty, you shan’t choose for me * “Why, she is more than thirty years old; and her face is yellow and wrinkled.” “I don’t care if her face is wrinliled,” re plied the little hero; ‘‘her soul is handsome ; anyhow.’’ A shout of laughter followed, from which the little fellow was glad to -escape, fieialiijs the incident to his mother, he remarked: “0, mother! that lady did me good. I shall never forget it; and when I am tempted to in dulge my angry passions I will think of what she said: “Better have a soiled dress than a ruffled temper.”. Fejiale Courage.— When the war of ester' mination between the Indians and was at its height, those who inhabited the back part of the State of Kentucky, were obliged to have their houses built -very strong, with, loop holes all around, and doors always fastened, sd as to repel any attack from the Indians. While the owner bf one of these domestic fortresses was with his slaves at wort on the plantation, I a negro, who was posted near the house, saw (approaching a party of Indians. He immedi ately ran to the house, and the forelnbst India# after him. The Indian was the fleetest, an# as the door opened to admit the negro, they both jumped in together. The other Indiana being some distance behind, the door wag in stantly closed by the planters wife within, when the Indian and negro grappled. Hong and, hard was the struggle, for as in the case of Filz Janies and Roderick Dhu, the one was the strongest and the other more expert; but strength this timo was the victor, for they fell; tho Indian below; when thb negro, placing his knees on his breast, and holding his hands; kept him in that position Until the woman, seizing a broad ax, o pd u t &^n^T t^lflOiaaJt« L his long }*\j m x£ie negro then seizing the guns, fired them at tire other Indians, which, as fast as discharged, were loaded again by the planter’s wife, until the party from the field, hearing the firing, arrived, and the Indi ans took flieht. Almost Home. —This is one'of the.inost joy ous expressions in the English language. The heartof the long absent husband, father or son; not only homeward bound, but almost arrived, thrills with rapturous joy as he is on the point of receiving the embraces and greeting of the dear ones at home. So it is with the aged Christian, as, in the far advance of his pilgrim? ago, he feels that ho approaches the boundary line, and will soon cross over the land of prom ise. Many of his best friend? have crossed over before him, and they have long been beck oning him upward and onward. - ! l'hcy await hia arrival with the joyful welcome of holy ones. And as tokens multiply on either hand the land of Beulah is near, he feels that he is almost home. The ripe fruit of along ChrUtiail life is about to be gathered into a heavenly garner. Few sights on earth are more pleasing than aged, faithful Christians, strong in the Lord, almost home, - We have some such among Us.retercd and beloved, whose faces wa love to see in the sanctuary, and whose prnycH bring down blessings' upon oujr heads. They speak of many friends, most of whom havd i preceded them, but the re-union will soon come; Blessings be upon the fathers and mothers id Zion; and may their mantles fall on us. Fancies Written* by the Firelight. —One of the first fancies suggested by tlie firelight h, that everybody fancies that he can poke ihe fire hotter than anybody elsei. Philosophy raw speculate ‘as to what can bo the causes which generate this fancy ; but it is doubtful if phi losophy will ever make much progress t nvardJ solving the mooted point. How ungrateful is man ! The fire is decidedly the warmest friend man has, and yet it is, perhaps, the one ho most delights to turn his back upon. But use it as he may, the fire is incapable of retarding his ingratitude. One never knew the fire to give one the cold Shoulder, When a cinder shoots out, many say it is a money bos, while, others think it their coffin. The words are xiut so different as at first thought they may seem to us. There artf many men who make, by ovcrworkjst it, their mongy box coffiin. The fire makes a report when something bright comes out of it. The same thing happens gen erally with the fire of wit. When brilliant things eonbi nut, it is pretty certain there will be a reportjof them.— Punch . “Sammy, you little whelp, didn’t I tell yell to let that cat’s'tail alone?” said an angry father to his son, who was endeavoring to elon gate a cat’s narrative. “Well, old boss, what if you did? It’s old Brown’s cat, and I’ll yank thunder out of it if I please." The worst form of ingratitude is to refuse td accept a favor from the hands of a person to whom you have had the pleasure of rendering one. Lire within youf- slretehetli himself beyond the sheet his feet go la^re.. “I love thjle stilt," as the hiiabantf aaid to l'.'« chattering \\ila Rates of Adverting;; '“ ’*W **•
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