S ' , ) f- ' " i ' 1 Terms of Publication. m TIOGA COUHTI AGITATOR ispnhlished Wednesday Morning, andmailed to subscribers ; Ter y reasonable grirfpfi ONE ' ,'ahW •l> advance. v It is intended tp ooTidy every 'iber when the.term ’for, whtelj he has paid, shall Haired, by the - figures onthtsjirinted lahelon the In of eaob pager. The paperirilf then-fnr stopped’ briber remittance be [received. . By this ar .mcnt nb man can be brought in’• debt, to, the , aouatob is the Official Paper pf the County, i largo and steadily iaoreasinz cironlatiori reneh ito every neighborhood In‘thwCdnnty. It is tent j f0 ttage to, any snbscribeArithin the county /bat whose most convenient?,post office may be Adjoining County. : liness Cards, not exceeding 5 lines,,paper incln -55 per year. ' .'4 ' t ' ' 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.] ■'V* '' I' 1 1 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¥|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 111, !■ 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 Advertisements will be charged $1 persquare of 19 lines, one or three insertions, and 25 cents for every subsequent insertion.' Advertisements of less'th&n 1U lines considered as a square., The subjoined rates kU ! be charged for Quarterly,,Half-Yearly and Yearly ad vertisements i 'ij / 3 UOHTD9. S JfO.VTBS. 13 VOBIHS. Square, 1 . $3,00 s*,so ... $6,00 3 do.’, - J ' 5,00 6,50 ‘ 9,99. S do. i 7,00 8,50 10,00 i column, - i * 8,00 9,50- 12,80' i, do. - , 15,00 20,00 *O,OO Column, - j- 1 25,00 35,00 80,«, Advertisements not having tbenomberof iuie'rtiwa desired marked) upon them, will be published until so, doted out and charged accordingly. Posters, Handbills, Bill-Heads, Letter-HcndsUnds’i kinds of jobbing done in country establishments, ex ecuted neatly nhd promptly. Justices’, Constable's, and other BLANKS constantly on hand. . - 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 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-