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SINESS MRSCIOBY.
. tttW KEY ,&S,*K WIXSOW,
tTOBNEYS & COCNSELIi(SRS AT LAW, will
attend the Court of Tioga, Fottor and McKean
.j, [Wellsboro’, Eeb. 1; 1853.] ■ - ,
c. ». daktt, Dentist,
Office’ at hi<= Residence aear the
Academy. AlkSjwork pertaining to
line of'.business gione promptly and
'April 22; 1858.]
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PICEIHSON HQ.VBS
CORNI-Nff, -M. T.
A. Field ‘•-J • .^Proprietor.
its taken to and from the Defot free of charge.
J. C. WHITTiIKEB, .
Hydropathic 'Physician .Gild Snryeoo. |
.LAND, TXO&A. €!|*, PESHX
/isit patients in all parts pfjtho County, orre
tetn for treatment at hie >Juno I*4,]
J. EiflEß-’t’-,
TTORNET AND 'COUNSELLOR AT-DAW
Wellsboi-o,- Tioga Op-, Ift-S Will devotfshis
exclusively to th'e practice ,of law. Collboty>ns
in any -of tie KprUwn Pwnties of Pennsyl
" 5 j u0v21,6Q
PEXI(S¥|<VMIi||HODSE.
of Main Street and the Atenue, WelUboro, Pa.
J. W. BK3ONZ, PROPRIETOR,
a popular Hotel) having beip re-fitted and re
lied through opt, is now op*a| to the public as a
lass house. tf
IZA-4R WAlToi HOUSE,
c. VEIiMILYJ!A, PROPRIETOR.
Gaines, Tioga. Pa.
[S is anew Hotel located yrttiin, easy access of
us best fitting and bonting-gtoanda in Northern
No pains will be spared foriGio accommodation
•isure seekers and the travelling public,
ril 13. 1860. • f '
H. O. COIE,
barber and hairdresser
in the rear of the Post (®ea. Everything in
, line will be done as welKtnd promptly, aa it
done in the city saloons. ■'|feparationB for re
-17 dandruff, and beautifying? the hair, for sale
° Hair ontTwhiskere dyed kQr color. Call and
Weilsboro, Sept. 22, 18!>9. ■ |
THE CORNING 1
rge W. Pratt, Editor aad proprietor.
iblisbed at Cormng/Steub§n| Co., N. T., at One
liar and Fifty Cents per ye£r ; in advance. The
' is Republican in politic?]; and has a circula
ting into every part ofjSteuben County.—
Jesircms of extending into that
ie adjoining counties will fin4dt an excellent ad
ing medium. Address as #
FURS! FURS jPURS I,
tS,—The subscriber has jtrtS received s large
iaortment oT Furs far coßsistipg of
CAPES 6 VWTORINttS,
fS EXCH SAB-IE CAPESS VICTOIUXES,
1 iUSK CA PES & Iluit’G,
HOCK IfARTIN CAPES# TJCTORIKES.
comprico a small quantity of the assortment,
ire been bought at lon aB(J will be sold
:melr lon priois for cash, a-‘se New Hal Store
udg.'N.Y. - - |S. P. QUICK.
TO MUSIC * & IS
CHOICE LOT of the be|t inj iifcted Italian anp
German . •
VIOLIN STEXNSS, .
Viol strings, Guitar Tuning Forks
u &c., lust received and for tale at
' ROY'S rGRUG STORE.
WELLSBOBO ftOTEL,
WELLSBOEOPGH,%A.
MRP., - - - - ' 5 PROPRIETOR
[Formerly of th'i United HqtkUy
dug leased Ibis well knovra W2l popular Hoipse,
a the patronage of the public .tWith attentive
Mgin* waiters, together nriW| the Proprietor's
*dge of the business,’ he boj/esto make the stay
«« who etop with him hw«h pleasant and
ible. i \ ■
Üboro, May 31,186}. £
PICTURE FBAMOfr
[LEXGLASSES, Portraits, Certificates
idjrarings, Needle Work, Afa Ac., framed in
Jaest manner. in plain and «rnjamenled dHt.
Vood, Black Walnut, Oak, Maoopfany, &c, Por
ting any article for franking* can receive them
7 framed in any stylo they v?iih snd bung for
Specimens at
SMITH’S ftOOK STORE. '
E. B. BENEDICT^!
-LD inform the public permanently
seated in Elkland Bbro, Co. Pa., and
ared by thirty years’ experience to treat nil dis
jf the'eyes and their appendages on scientific
plee, and that he can cure* Without fell, that
called iSt. Vitust Pance, {Chorea
1 Yit*,) and will attend to any'r&tber bagiboss in
•e of Physic and Surgery. !a
*ad Botq, Angost 8, |SO(K ■
itisßor & B.iiiEy,
: LD inform the public, tht£haring purchased
the Mill property, known 48 the “CULVER
and having repaired, andfisnpplied it. with
its and machinery, are now jj§Bparhd to do
CUSTOM WOkK. ,
satire satisfaction of its With the oid
e *ponenccd miller, Mr. L. V» Mitchel, and the
tag efforts of the proprietor's, they ‘intend to
3 an establishment second to hone in the county.
for jjheat and corn, and highest market
; v «- BDW. McINROT,
* 15, 1860, tf. JNO.’W. BAILEY.
Tioga regeeator.
JEGE p. HUMPHREY baa opened a new
le "'j Store at •
’Si Village, Tioga County, 3P&
prepared to’ do, all'kinds of Watch, Clock
' ™J repairing, ini workmanlike manner. All
to K ' Te entire satisfaction. ■
° Do f pretend to do work better than any other
1 w r cSn do as good work as can be done in
’ or elsewhere. Also Watches Plated.
, GEORGE P. HUMPHREY,
a , March 15, 1860. (ly.) ’ ’ ’
iv hat and cap store.
wticiihw^as
just opened in this place a new
id u ( ' a p Store, where he intend* to manufac-
We P on hand a large and general usortment
Silk and Oaisimare Bats,.
® an h f acta r e, which will be *old at hal'd
SILK HATS
on short notice.
ttato ,oW u- t t * lirBtore *W fitted with a French
ithm,?’ u °k ma be» them eoft end eaey.to the
h&k.* „ troa,) lo of; breaking yodr head to
ion ■a ® ,ore Now Block opposite the
° H A “ OEe - g. P. QUICK.
ItAgS- i s[ |85 9-
'OOO bbls. Pork F,or Sale.
oh 8 *' 1 eitra Heavy mess pork at $19,75
the I**/ 0 * 41 * the pound nt 10 cts., mid war
-14 toWDi ' M* M, OOKVBBM.
-,rs? 'Ast&ninZ: t rTJFCSV’i
Stfcotctr to t&r W.v%tynim of tfte 3m of iFm&om anil tfce Sj»i 4 ra& of ©ralt&g Reform,
VOII. VII,
THOUGHTS OP THE Nil
J nother week has crept away,
unce more 1 sit slope '
To brood o’er many an ill-spent di y,
' And wisb that (his were genet’
ainly straggle to forget J i
1 sins, old sorrows papnt me yet;
ary deep my gnilty head, !
And strive to think no more; i
are not wish that, f were dead, j
?or life were not then o'er; t
eok my bed, to dream,!poor fool;
terpiiped will the heart can rule
+
Mityt tbg cheering day light oqt
|Ere jot the day is o’er; ■'*
se tramp of heavy feet about,
(The city’s distant roar,
tale sullenly upon my ear,
start—l wake—l strive to hear. '
|r, stealing Lweetly through them
U bear some plaintive song,
nose simple accents used to fall
[From a loved mother's tongue,
er look, her smile, mettunks 1 set
be vision looks, and smiles at me.
Ijitretgh my arms to clasp the form'
Which grows so life-like there, :
T} kiss those lips, so soft and warm,
Sweet shadow of the air.
I thirst te lean that besom on,
1 stagger—shudder—it is gone.-
i has many a vision, sweet and wild,
Hath lapghed me in the face,
£ ometimes a little angel child
j Hath filled the vacant plane;
Bath stretched its hands, as if to bless,
Ijhen vanished Without one caress.
Q! for a burst of childhood’s tears; .
j To wash this guilt away! • /
0! for the love of earlier years, ’
_| To light this darksome day! ,
From youth and friends by time removed,'
Toe, woe to die tbps oobelored |
| MY LITTLE BOY,
I ' *•
I wok but a childish mother:' I bad not. for
gotten] the merry laugh of my girlhood, when
they Isjid my baby on my breast, and I looked
upon him more as a curious plaything than.as
abumin soul given into my hands for its earth
ly trailing. But my husband—ah, he was grave
and wipe enough for both—mother and child
alike] I
My husband was many years older than my
self. | He bad known many a joy and sorrow
long before I was born—and on the very day
when] iny nurse was holding me (a helpless,
laughing) crowing baby) out to pick the daisies
for my [birth-day garland, he-was bending tear
fully oter the grave of one who had made his
home' happy for years—the wife of his yonth
and thd mother of bis children. . Strange that
I, who iiad no knowledge of sorrow, was yet to
dispel! his—that be who had never gazed upon
that cbjld’s face of mine, was one dry to take
its owbpr to his heart, hi the light itnd joy of
bis declpning years.
Long long before I met my husband, I had
known bim well. The name of Arthur Haw
thorne was familiar- to toe from my earnest
years, and the poems he had written were pre
served imong my choicest treasures. In ,my
secret heart 1 bad the wish and hope to meet
him—s( me dqy. I would steal one look at his
face—it may be, looph the band that had
penned those beautiful thoughts, and then go
away and temember him all my life, while; he
1 This (was my dream—how different
tbe reality I |
Wd met suddenly, unexpectedly, embarrass
ingly ! I had looked for a sage; a philoso-,
pber; a Jman who had outlived the passion of
life,and.jwas kind, benevolent alike to all. But
when I raised my eyes to tbe handsome face,
and saw at marked with lines of core and sor
row—when I saw the luxuriant flowing hair,
the erectjand stalely forehead—and more than
all, whed I met the glance of those eyes of fire
(could 1 it !be an admiring gaze that res ed upon
my girlisSi face and form ?) my own Irouped,
my heart beat quick, and I stood 'before him
timid, blushing, and trembling like a fr ightened
bird. 1 ! - '
I, who had' scarcely'dreamed of .love, Won
his! I, vho knew nothing of the grdat world
beyond my home, pleased him who had seen its
fairest Women! J, who bad no beauty, ho
grace, no talent, Won him who had all, and won
ihim, too, from a throng who were far more
worthy. And yet-*-we re they ? Thpy were
lovely—[-t ley were wealthy and fashionable, but
they had grown cold and hard ih a I ong ap
prentices lip to fashion—and I gave him a heart
that was is fresh and pure ns the nlountmp
daisies I md loved so well. They would hake
given bin |the love they could not lavish bn
their dian ionds and equipages—l gave nim all 1,
To them- >e would have been a man—tjo me he
Wfts agod! Did hot my perfect love, my faith,
and trust and sincerity outweigh their moke
glittering qualities? Perhaps I felt, it then;
"and here to-day, when the years hate mads ms
older, and the. World bos made me wiser, I be
lieve if from my very heart! ( |
Our home was a little paradise, close beside
the sea—|a small, low-roofed,, brown pottage,
with a rustic porch and latticed windows over
grown with climbing roses. The low murmur
of the ocpan soothed me into o happy sleep
each, night—the sweet song of the swallow
waked md to a happy day each, morning. And
here in tbp pleasant summer time, my b{ne-eyfcd
boy was Jjorn, and my cup pf joy wad full to
running dper- , ’ i
My'hoi, like all other mother?’ bcjjs, Whs
»iful.j And it his If -iinlss mpde m>
[. D,,
beauti. _-nd yo 1 . iovet - my
heart aoHe. So frail, so fair 5' fljs colorless
waxen chfek, his slender form'; and large and
melancholy blue eyes, filled me with a thousand
fears. Hj)w often have 1 bent above hip as he
laid nponjmy tap, and prayed with all a moth
er’s earnestness that his life might ..be [spared..
It was a foolish prayer—an unwise one—but
then I could |ot sea it I |
.My life seemed wrapped np in! that of
roy babe. l With him by me every dayjl oohld
not see biin fading, apd the moaning eea could,
tell no tales. . But now and then a shadow came
over bis lather’s, brow as ha watched us* that
not even ipy kisses could quite drive away., I
thought him growing stem and cold; but, oh,
I wronged him 1 Never bad be loved us both
so before I ; ’
TVeeks passed on. My baby’s eyes ■ looked
intelligently into mine, and the Httle rosy lips
sailed whenever 1 came pear. Bat still those
•\ :
v-rrrxr*
H
E
WHILE THESE SHALL BE A WRONG UNSIGHTED, AND UNTIL “MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN’’ SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE.
WELLSBO
KHT. j
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AGITATOII.
0, TIOGA COUNTY. PA., WEDNESDAY MORNING. MARCH 6, 1861.
ipg utterances, that thrill the heart so deeply
and all my loving lessons fell on an
ceding ear.
Be shadow; on Arthur’s face grew deeper as
hatched my unceasing efforts. At last the
4 came. I had been sitting in the doorway
mittle Ernest in my artos, trying to tench
to say “papa.” ' His large blue eyes were'
ijupnn hint ryitb (iwistful expression, hut
the lips were mate, and' teied and i disap*
ndj I heaved a deep, sigh, and laid him
tap his little cradle. Something in the look
h|ishin'd gave me startled ins. I went he*
pith, abd putting my arms around his
lispij
werd
unh«
r hat is it, Arthur!” I cried.
)d help you to bear it, MabtT’ he an
1, solemnly. " Our child is dumb !"
■wen
mb! Could it be possible. Wbat had I
that so deep a Sorrow should be sent to
:n me? Other mothers .might bear their
■en’s voices calling them’, but mine would
rever silent 1 Forever 1 It was so long
d 1 Had it beep fpr weeks, or months, or
years, I would havqjwpo it ; but toikpow
t could never be ; —that through childhood,
i and manhood; he could never speak my.
—rob, it was too much to bear.
nam
i tumn and winter passed away, and my
f and I threw spring daisies at each other
I« lawn before |the cottage, while Arthur
i d ion, smilingly, from his study window.
, 1 1 not grown reconciled to the great misfor
s —only accustomed to it, and the mute kiss
f my child were almost as dear to me as
s joken words couldhave been.
was a strange tjask to teaeh that soul how
pand its wings.] It was -strange to learn
liild bis little evening prayer by sign—and
is he clasped his small hands, and raised
ireet blue eyes to heaven, I often wondered
y labored supplication could have gone
. It
to es
the o
yet,
his s
if ar
mon qoicky to the Throne of Grace. It was
Btrat gaito see him sit silently above his play
thing s, to bear no sound from him'except the
plait tiff, half-stifled cry he uttered when in
pain, to feel those delicate hands clasping mine
whet something new bad puzzled hinir—to see
the wistful look with which he regarded every
one who eonversed around him. '
Nq wrong or impiire thoughts could ever en
ter tlat little breast. 1 He was as one set apart
to show us what an ! early childhood should be
—as stainless and ihnocept as when the' Ma
ker’s|hand first sent the little spirit fluttering
into |is earthly prison. Could I ask for"h!m a
happier distiny than this, to, pass through life
shieli fed by my unfailing love, and lafely ishel
tered by the snowy wings of the guardian an
gel e er by bis side-;
Wi make ourselves idols out of clay, and
they are taken from us. 1 needed but 1 one
lessoi i more. My little boy' faded slowly be
fore liy eyes as the summer came on. It 1 was
not s i much with him a painful sickness as the
gradi al wasting away of tbs'spring of life.
The i fission he bad been sent to fulfil had been
accon plished. -
ly days before! ho was taken I knew he
;o. I was with him by day and. night.
Mr
must
him to sleep! and wot the still golden
with tears wWn he was slumbering qui-
I san
£urls,
lay by day gathered up my strength'for
etly-
fting, which I knew tnuet cpme, and day
[my heart sank within me, and the blood
[ my cheek if the slightest change took
the pal
by day
forsooi
place.
iat; beside the bed of our boy; the little
f head was retting on my breast, and the
insparent bands lay like two lilies in the
balm of Arthur. I sdng, in a hushed
she songs he lured the best, and the set
in sank slowly behind the sea.
languii
tiny ti
broad
voice,
ting bu
Cool
song ol
upon ui
breezes, the plash of gars, and the rhde
sailors down! the bay,l came floating in
My darling lay and listened. I could
that bis breathings grew fainter, and
i lids of the blue eyes Were then droop
rly towards ejaoh other. At last they
and'thinking he slept, I laid my aching
ion my husband’* breast, and tried to
Iso,. I . ’
anjne drowsiness, which was, not tdam
pt over me. )l started from it suddenly,
with an intrinsic feeling that all was
!, Tears fell 1 upon my cheeks as I lif
hdhd. I'Ueyjfell from the feyes of Ar
-10 sat and thought while were still,
i t oVet my little boy. The little cheek
i seemed growing cold, and with suspeti
i dth, I listened to hear the beating of bis
He moved slightly fts I bailed his name,
looked up in |my face with a Sweet gen
la. ! ‘ ■ ' ■ '
not see
that th ;
ing slo'
closed,
bead u
sleep
A si
ber, cr
at lasi
not wel
ted my
thur, w]
I bei
t kissoi
ded bn
heart.
and be
tie emife
led soon, and he seemed to be Strug
ith some terrible pain. Ilia lips were
lack, his eyes upturned, and his hands
i. ' I could hot beftr tojlook at him. ' I
,way and groined In agony'.
—it is all over now!” said Arthur, as
Islam?’ground my waist,.and held the
i his heart.
ed. My darling raised his feeble arms,
bent my head, they fell; heavily around
Itfai
gling w
drntm
clenche
turned i
“ See
he put I
firmly t
I tool
and as '
; his pale lips met mine in ft last kiss,
in tremblingl seized him. His eyes iit
a happr light, bis cheek flushed, his
ined lips seemed about to speak fur the
ie. Hid I hear, or dreatn I beard, the
i i I hare vainly tried to learn him;
1” 1
my uecl
A euddi
up with
balf-ope
first ticu
one wor
“ JVtothi
d not tell, for the next mottient the
ih faded, the'; little breast heaved with
t sigh, and my little boy bad left us.,
hat little life in vain ? Was no lesson
id lesson learned, In. that brief year'bf
onship with an angel? Oh yes! a
bicb the mother’s heart can never for
te it beats With the love it has felt for
eater is ' earth to God' for bis sweet
earn to tne because he loved Its beauty
I cou
tosy flu
one sbq:
'Was
taught,
compan
lesson v
gel, wbi
the “I
sake/’<
so.
- Many years have passed since my little boy
fell ash Bp. ' Other children play' around the
door of uy cottage, and kneel each night at my
knee to say the prayers he only looked; another
Ernest, with bright dark eyes and golden hair*
goes singing through the house, but still toy
heart is’ roost with him. My children' stand
outside hat grave and listen-with serious faces,
when I ell them of tbs little brother who died
before they were born, and then steal away si
lently anil leave me there beside him.
I have grown old and careworn; the cheek
be kissed is thin and faded, and the sonny hair
with which, he used to play is streaked with
silver. Bat my child will know me when {
meet him., and I shall hold him to my heart the
’ same as when he left me, an infont angel
freed from every taint on earth.
'■ No barrier then between us; no weak, imper
fect utterance, or look of pain ; for in heaven
my child will speak, and the first word f shall
hear him utter there, will be the word that lin
gered on his lips when bp, was dying. He will
call me “ Mother ” there as here. Else I could
never hare given! him up through all these
weary years, and fed my heart upon the hope
of hearing that half-uttered word breathed free
ly when I die. .
THE OLD O-ARRET. .
BY jB. r. TAYLOR,
Sarcastic people say that the poet’s dwell in.
garrets; and simple people believe it. And
othersn'either sarcastic or simple, send them
aloft, among the rubbish, just because tfiey do
not know what to do with them down stairs anil
“ among folks/’ and so they class them under
the head of rubbish, and consign them to that
grand reception of “ has beens," and despised
“ used to he’s,” the old garret.
The garret is to the other apartments of this
homestead what the adverb is to the pedagogue
in parsing. Everything they do not know how
to dispose of, is consigned to the list of adverbs.
And it is for this precise reason we love garrets
because they do cbntain the relics of the old
end of the past —souvenirs of other and happi
er and simpler hours.
They have come to build houses now-a-days
without garrets. Impious innovation.
You men of bronez, and “bearded like the
bards," who would like to make people believe,
if you Could, that you were never a “toddling
wee thing,” that-you never wore a “riffled
dress," orjingled a rattle box wTlh infinite'de
ligbt; that you never had a mother, apd lhat
she never became an old woman, and wore caps
and spectacles, and may be took snuff; go
home ohoe more after all these years of absence,
all booted rind whiskered, and si* feet high as
you are, and let us go up together into the old
fashioned garret that extends from gable to
gable, with its narrow, oval windows with a.
spider Iweb as a sash, throttgh which steals a
“ dim, religious light" upon a museum of things
unnameablo, that once figured below stairs, but
were long sinoe crowded out by the Vandal
hand of modern times. i *
The louse boards of the floor rattle somewhat
as they, used to they ? when beneath
Jour prattling feet they clattered aforetime,
when of a rainy afternoon, “ Mother," wearied
with many-tougued importunity, granted the
“ Let us go up in the garret and play.” And
play ? Precious little of play you have had
since, we dare warrant, with your lopks of dig/
nitv and dreams of ambition.
Here we tire now in the midst of the garret.
The old barrel—shall we romage it? Old
newspapers, dusty, yellow,'a little tattered !
’Tis the Columbian Star. How familiar the
type looks! How it reminds you of old times,
when you looked over the edge of the counter
with the letters or papers for father! And these
same stars just damp from the press were car
ried one by one to the fire-side, and perused
and preserved as they ought to be. Stars?
Damp. Ah. many, a star has set since then,
and many a new turfed heap grown damp with
rain that fell not from clouds-.
Pive deeper in the barrel. There ! A bun
dle, up it comes, in a cloud of dbst. Old al
manacs, hy till that is memorable, thin leaved
ledgers of time, going back to—let us see hoW
far: 184—183—182—, before our time
180—, when our mothers were children. And
the day book—how b|ptted and bleared with
many records and leafs.
There you have bit your head against that
beam. Time was when you ran to and freße
neath it, but you are nearer to it now, by thorie
than the “ altitude of a chopping.” That beam
is strewn with forgotten papers of seeds for the
next year’s sowing; a distaff, with some hew
shreds of flax remaining, is thrust into a crev
ice of the rafters over head, and tucked by away
close under the eaves in the little wheel that
used to stand the fire in times long gone, Its
sweet long song has ceased, and perhaps—per
haps she drew those flaxen threads—but never
mind—you remember the line don’t you?
“ Hor wheel at rest, the ‘Ujutroh cloirlos no broiC.”
Well, let that pass. Do you see that little
craft in that dark corner 1 It was red once, it
was the only casket in the house once, and con
tained a mother's jewels. The old red cradle
for all the world! : And you occupied that once,
aye, great as you are, it was your world once,
and over it thrnnly horizon you beheld bent
the heaven of a mother’s eyes as yon rocked
in that little barque of love, on the hither sharp
of time—fast by a mother's love to a toother’s
heart. *
And there attached by two rafters, are thje
fragments of an untwisted rope. Do you re
member it, and what it was for, and who fas
tened it there V , • i
- 'Twas the children’s swing. You are here
indeed, but wherte are Nelly and Charley ?4-
There hangs his'little cap by that window, and
there the little red frock she used to wear. A
crown is resting upon her cherub brow, pod
bis robes are Spotless in the better land. ■
Jjr. Bjiggs;—Mr President, whoever -Says
Gen. Scott is not a patriot should be kicked out
of the back door of , public contempt, polic'd
down the gutter of degradation, picked-up with
the tongs of general execration, and buried ih
the waters of. oblivion. < |'
’. i ' . - 1
A pert Joung. lawyer once boasted to an bid
member of the, bar, that ho had received two
hundred dollars for epeaking in a certain law
suit. “Pioh P -replied the other, “I received
double the sum for keeping silent in that very
self-same case ,1”
f “.Bp to snnff," is now rendered *• elevated
to an equal with the titillating partis
eles of the tobacco Plant/’ ~ ~ - P ;
THE TYPE SETTER'.
Do yon know that a type setter ip a wonder
ful architect ? Do you see those bits of lead
and sino lying oyer, across and against each
other, like the tangled braids of a'mermaid’s
hair ? .What light or life can there be in those
fragments? And yet they form an army more
powerful than ever fought upon p lanted fieldi
Yesterday they stood up proudly, profession
ally speaking, in pnp “ form”—truly, in a
. thousand forms. You may look upon the little
hits with a smile on your’lips, but, you little
dream they are stronger and wiser than you—
that they will speak when you are dead and
forgotten. They have sometimes made you
smile, and shodder. Don’t you remember'
little Lucy—ishe Whom you loved?-—she with
the blue eyes and auburn purls ? You litllf
thought the other day when you took up the
morning ppppp, thpt thp ope word ' diep," cjf
only four lettprs—which yon laughed at, as
they lay, dusty and dirty, in their square homes
—yog did not tjiipk it would make you weep*
And “ Stocks" —isn’t there something in that
word ?—Haven’t you been head and heels in
them for years, and don’t-yopr feelings rise and
fall, with them alternately ? A little further on
you come tp the word “ Married," Ah I I
thought that would make you sroiie. 1 saw
you kiss a baby, just then, and that one word
unravels it all. You haven’t forgot the day
you went courting have you? Thenjthere waA
magic in the utterance. You stood at the altar
on the strength of the happiness yoajfalt; and
if you have not always loved the girls as you
ought, there is no one you love as Well. ' You
secretly bless the day when that single word
“marriage," was wreathed like a sacred arch
way over the joys of “ thee and thine." [
If you will come to his workshop,to-morrow,
the printer will show yoq how tq “ulstrihute"
knowledge. He will pull to pieces those tough,]
wiry arguments that yesterday defied ibe world.
These pretty palaces which file poetl wrought
will have to “come," hud.their golden fancies;
become to-morrow the jntegmnents of the poli
tician’s prose. In they go—those metalic
dwarfs, scattered broadcast like gbod seed,
which sbalt bring forth sixty—aye, a hundred
fold. - “Sixty lives lost,” sod “ Prentice's last!
joke," march in line together, and teleprinter
whistles “ Yankee Poodle," as carelpssly over!
their dissolution as if human life wap at a dis- ,
count, the Prentice’s .jokes below pat; and‘so!
it is.- This is the Printer’s life and bqsinhss.-
A printing Office is a great bowling alloy.—
The printer sets,up the pins—the world keeps
tally— : the editor puts the ball in motion-and
away it goes, carrying death and destruction
in its front-—sending a pin here and a pin there,
while a noisy rabble always stands by to cheer
and hiss down the players. Some| play for
money ; soma for honors,,and a few—a precious
few—do it to patronize the “ ind bless
mankind. No matter what the balls are made
of or how they go, if they only hit the mark.
The crowd pocket the spoils, and tho “ honors”
(and excuses) are left to the “ proprietor/’
who goes behind the scenes and starves in bis
shirt-sleeves. And such is life 1
ADVANTAGES OP HAVING SISTEKS.
Wedonot know who perpetrated the fallowing,
but imagine it was an old bachelor. But who
ever it may be, he deserves to be shut up in a
seven-i.y-nine room all his life, and never be
permitted to see a female face:
•‘The man who lias never had a sis ;cr, is, at
his first entrance into life, far more the slave of
feminine, captivations than he who has bean
brought up in a house full of girls. He who
has nut had sisters has had .no experience of
the behind-scene life of the female world ; he
has never heard one syllable about the plans
and schemes and devices by which hearts are
snared. He fancies Mary stuck that moss-rose
in her hair in a moment of childish caprice;
that Kate ran after her little sister and showed
the prettiest ankles in doing it, out of the irre
pressible gayety of her buoyant spirits. In a
word, he is one who only Sees the pluy when
the house is fully lighted and all the actors in
their grand costume; lie has never .witnessed
a rehearsal, and litis hot the vaguest" suspicion
of a prompter. To.him, therefore, who only
experienced the rough companionship ol broth
ers, or worse still, has lived entirely alone, the
acquaintanceship with the young hid.y world is
such a fascination as no words can describe. —
The gentle look, the graceful gestured, the sil
very voices, all the play and action hfifure
so infinitely more refined than any bej has ever
witnessed, are inexpressibly Captivating. |t is
not alone the occupations of their hours, light,
graceful and picturesque as they are, but all
their topics, their thoughts, seem to out of
common place world he has lived iu. and rise to
ideal realms of poetry and hsauty. Nothing so
truly Elysian in life as our first—our very, first
—experience of this kind." !
Ay Editor in Disgdise.— William |t. CJarb,
the editor of the Meudull (Illinois) j Clarion,
loves a good joke and never lets an opportunity
slip that promises a dish of fun. Here is his
last. ] , .
“We have lately got a new suit ofi clothes,
knd no ipan could be more effectually disguised.
We look’like a gentleman. Upon first putting
them on,| we fplc like a cat in a strango garret,
and for a longtime we thought we
ed off. .We went to the house and scared the
baby into fits | opr wife asked us if we wanted
to see Mr. GlarkC And told us that we, would
find him at the office; went there, and pretty
soon one of our business men came in, with'A
strip of paper in his band. He asked if the
editor was in; told him we thought not; asked
him if he wished to. see him particularly ; said
he.wanted him to pay that bill; told! hiip we
didn’t believe he Would' bo in ; business man
left. Started to the bouse again; met a couple
of young ladies; one of then! asked the other,
“ Wbat-bandsouie Stranger is thatt’’| In this
dilemma we met a friend and told him .who we
were, and gut him to introduce u'a to our wife,
who is now as proud of us as can be. The next
time we get a new suit, we shall let her know
beforehand."
Artemus Ward says: We’ve got the African,
or rather lie’s pot nx, & now wbst air we coin
to doabout it? lie’s ajorful nWuancj).. P’C'ga
he wq-. creatid fur some wise jjiirpuss, like the
measols and New Englaa but it’s iwty
hard to see it. At any rate"he?s ro : good .
here, & as|l stated to Mister What Is It,- it’s a ’
pity he coilld’t go orf somewhere* quietly by '
M | hiss elf, where ha cood wear, read weskits 4
Tom Hood says nothing spoils a holiday like speckled neckties, & pratterfythis-nnfljishun ju
a Sunday coat or new palrof boots. |To hare jrarfa .nterestmg wn*«, without, harm a etonw} •
time set e»sy,j-nt>r olothe* must let thcj example, fuss kickt hpoin’mt tu-o. * j
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NO. 31.
A monkey in love.
Most of ptir readers, probably, have vivid
recollection of the preformanoe of Marzetti,
formerly attached tcT the Ravel troupe, of tbs
ape in the'interesting play called “ Jecso."— •
Marzetti's death scene was so affecting that
there was scarcely ajdry eye in the hough when
the curtain fell. ‘ Indeed, upon his shoulde the
mantle of Mszurier, the hero of the pieeb-on its
production in _ Paris some thirty years .ago
seemed to have falleii.
At that time there lived a yonbg lady of great
beauty and sensibility, who was engaged to bo
married to a Russian nobleman. After erery
arrangement bad been made, the fickle suitor
left St. Petersburg, ahd shortly after his arrival
at the nortberb capital,’ wrote to bis inamorata,
announcing with, cool laconism, that be bad
formed a life connection with another fair one.
The outraged feelingsjof the Dido abandonnaia,
did not betray themselves in weeping and re*
proaches, but ler manner expressed the send
ment of the old song
; “I have a secret sorrow berg.
And grief I’ll ne’er impart;! "
ItbosTcs no sigh, it sheds no tear,
! But it consumes my heart," ;
One day the forsaken girl ordered the oars
riage for a 'drive, and departed for an airings
accompanied by her mother. After visiting
some of the most fashionable and gay- places,
she directed the coacbiban to drive to the Point
Neuf, and-when midway on the bridge stopped
the vehicle: Tne morapnt the door was opened,
she sprang! upon the steps, and thence to .tha
parapet of i the struotuije, with the evident In
tention of throwing herself in the Seine.- The
prompt'movement jof She footman baffled, hef
suicidal attempt, and she was reseated in the'
carriage by main force. The mother asked the
reason of her dreadful resolution.
. “ Do.ynii nsk m
girt. “ You knoi
my lover, what h
- “ Have yoa no
lirafor ?” '•
“ You vritl be h
You ate rich and
“ This is madn
the mother. “ I'l
his solemn engage
less husband-. Am
djuaintance, there
be proud and hap]
miscreant rejected.
“ Ah-, mother, m
again !” answered
back on the cusbio
a flood of tears.
“ Henri,” wbisp«
man, “ is there any
theatres ?"
/‘ Yes, madame,”
1 are playing a famoi
St. Martin, called
Ape.’" , :
Have you seen
“ Mure than onct
“ Very well—sir i
coachman to the P;
i Uriel”
i The order was obi
the popular theatre,
.it, a subscriber had j
box, which madame
herself and dnnghtei
suasion to induce th
mother, and seat hei
drew the curtain am
t 'd with weeping, in
The piece began,
flaijse bursting fron:
ty succeeded in.aWal
unfbrtpnate beauty,
removed hUr hands,
fbrmance, listless at
interest. She beheld an en
ang climbing treesi torn
cracking nuts, and pferformi
peculiar to big curious and t
soon found herself laughing,
*ith ihe rest. Mazilrier, t
riight Surpassed himself.| A'
to the dress circle and fan
the botes, Seated himself m
disconsolate young laky.
The latter fed him bonbon;
reticule, stroking him with n
ate them, entirely forgetting
ting a man and not n njpnke!
and attention of the whole h
■ Finally, when the Curtain
ed to l;Br mother, with a smi
aficholy, and said; 1 i -
“ Ah, mother, we must {come here every'
bight t” 1 • •
And every bight the young lady wan -found
at her post. Every nibhp she fed and flatten? 7 «.
the agile Mnziirier. At Inst they exchanged'
Words and little notei. Finally mademoiselle '
invited the actor to call at bet house.
“Alas !” replied thA man monkey, "that Is
impossible/’ And heidropped from the boxes
on the stage.
iThe fact' was, that the performance of the
part was so exhausting, that the moment the '
curtain fell Mazurier was forced to takebis bed, -
where ho remained till] it was time to dress for
the next night’s performance. However tho
loyers, for they speedily became such, met, and
Mademoiselle fmlnd-Mazurie an elegant, accom
plished and highly educated young man. lie
had been destined for the law,but meeting with
repeated disappointment, had taken to the stage '
to 1 escaped death and starvation. To make a ;
long story short, madamoiselle married tho •
monkey with the consent >f lief mother. Their
union was happy but brief, for poor Mazurier,' •
died in a year, iu consequence of his profess
ional exertions. - '
Rates of Advertising.
le moti
vnliy pi
as life
ajmot
i
er i” replied the young
sition ; —abandoned by
eft to charm my stay V*
ler to console yon ami
sttier t
well pi
and I in mjr ■gft*Y»?
ivided for.” * n ' •
impiety,”,
I who could thus break
would moke <a worths
youpg men of yobr-aca
thap one who would
icssess the band thia
iss and
e man I
ments,
mg the
is tnon
'*!“> 1
>i i
. j -
iver 6]
' the pi
eak to ibe of loving
or girl, as sbe -aank,
seat, and hunt 10(4,
i pf th<
;1
red th<
thing c
replied
ispant
‘ Jocki
mother to thefoqU,
musing nt any of-tba,
the servant. They ;
imime at the Porte
) or the Brazilian
itj’*'
mada
it the door," tad tell the
me St, 'Martin-, Pac pcce
iyed, ai d they «oon reached
As ghod luck would have
Joist relinquished-* private
"lately engaged for“
immei
■. 1 It n
j Vouni
sejf if
iquired no little per*.
; lady to follow her
the bos. Here she
tied bef eye*, bUII
iia'e. hinds.
I cpnce
her de
of laughter andap-"
i tire audience, final-'
the cufiosity of th*’.
i (hdrfeftr the contain/'
i zed upon the per-'
lut afterward with'
Roars
the en
:etiing
She wi
and gi
first, I
irmouß ourang out- "
ng summersaults, '
sg all the gambols
gile species; She
clapping her hands ’
te performer, this ■
i last, he clambered
dong the edge of,
ear Mille -, the
t and nuts from her
ler hand whiltf" he
that she was pet
f, and the object
ouse.
fell, Miss M. turn
e no longer-inol-