HARVEY SICKLER, Publisher. VOL. VII. tni WORLD'S GXXAT RKHXDT roa Scrofula and Bcrofulous D'.,daao. From Entry Edes, a teell-knoum merchant of Cbb ford, Maine. I hare sold large quantities of your SARSAFA RII.I.A, but never yet one liottle which failed of tho desired effect and full satisfaction to those who took It. As fkat sa our people try it, tliey agree there ha* been no medicine like it before in our community." Xn&Ciona, Pimples, Blotches, Pustules, Ul oewn. Sores, and all Diseases of the Skin. Prom Rev. Robt. Stratton, Bristol, England. 44 I only do my duty to you and the public, when I add imy testimouy to that you publish of the me dicinal virtues of your SAUSAPAHIIXA. My daugh ter, aged ten, had an afflicting humor in her ear*, eyes, and hair for years, which we were uuabla to pure until we tried your SARSAPARILLA. She ha* been well for some months." PVotn Mrs. Jane E. Rice, a well-known and much esteemed lady of DcnnisriUc, Cape May Co., A'. J. "My daughter has suffered for a year past with • Scrofulous eruption, which was very troublesome. Nothing afforded any relief until woul pervades, "Which tells that worship has been there— A breath of innocence, left alone Where many a censer swung around, Will thrill the wanderer, Like a tone. Who treads on consecrated ground. I know thy soul, from world or bliss That stoops awhile to dwell with me, Hath caught the prayer I breathed in this, That I at last might dwell with thee* I hear a murmur from the seas, That thrills me like my spirit's sighs, • I hear a voice on every breeze, That makes to mine its low replies— A voiee all low and sweet like thine ; It gives an answer to my praver, And brings my soul from heaven a sign Tbat I shall know and meet thee there- I'll know thee there by that sweet face, Round which a tender halo plays. Still touched with tbat expressive grace That made thee lovely all thy days ; By tbat sweet smile which o'er it shed A beauty tike the light of Ueaveu. Whose soft expression never fled, Even when its soul had flown to heaven ; I'll know thee by the starry crown Tbat glitters in the raven hair, Oh ! by thise blessed sighs alone, I'll know thee there—l'll know thee there. For ah ! thine eye, within whose spLers The sweets of youth and beauty met. That swam i.) love and softness there, • 'Must swim in love and seflness yet For ah ! its dark and liquid beams, Though saddened by a thousand sighs, Were holier than theiight that streams Down from the gate ot Paradise— W re bright and radiant like the morn, Yet soft and dewy as tho eve ; Too sad for eyes where smiles are born, Too young tor ears that learu to grieve. I wonder if this cool, sweet breeze Hath touch'd thy lips and fanned thy brow, For all my spirit bears and sees, Recalls thee to thy memory now; For every hour we breathe apart, Will but increase, if tbat can be. The love that fills this little heart, Already filled so full of thee ; Yet many a tear those eyes must weep, And many a sin must be forgi/en, Ere these pals lids shal 1 sink to sleep--- Ere thou and I shall meet in heaven WATCHING THE STARS. —It appears tbat a young man in Gerinantown bad been paying some attention to a yonng ia dy, but only ventured home as far as tbe gate till last week, when carried away with the excitement, he ventured to step inside, aftei being assured by the damsel that ail would be right. Having for a while quite anxiously waited for the first 6tar to shoot, tbe old gentleman of tbe es tablishment stepped into the parlor, and looked up over his spectacles at the sur prised couple ; but before any questions were asked, tbe fair young lady spoke up and said : "Pa, we are waiting to see the stars shoot." "Yes, you are, hey ? well, go to bed, and I'll sit up with this young man; when the stars shoot, I'll tell you," replied the interesting parent, casting a side glance at the feller. The young man sat awhile quietly, without speaking, when he got up and looking out of the window, remarked "he didn't think the stars would shoot after all and guessed he'd go*" The young man says he shan't very soon forget watching for the stars to shoot, and most of all he was afraid of,after the girl went to bed, tbat the darned things wouldn't ihoot. THE MEMOBV OF A MOTHER. —When temptations assail, and when you are al most p 1 rsuaded to do wrong, how often a dear mother's words of warning will call to mind vows that are seldetn broken ! Yes the memory of a mother has saved many a poor wretJi, going astray. Tall grass may be growing over the hallowed spot where her earthly remains repose; the dying leaves of autuinn may be whirl ed over them; or the white mantle of winter may recover tlietn from sight; yet her spirit appears when he walks in the night path, and gently, softly, mournfully calls for him when wandering off into the ways of error. MEEKNESS. —How difficult it is to be of a meek and forgiving spirit, when despite fully used, To iove an enemy, and forgive an evil speaker, is a higher attainment than is commonly believed. It is easy to talk of Christian forbearance among neigh bors, but to practice it ourselves, proves us to be Christians indeed. The surmises of a few credulous persons need not troub le that man, who knows his cause is soGn to be tried in court, and he is to be openly acquitted, So the evil language of the times need not disturb me, since in tba day of judgment"my judgment shall be brought fortli as the noonday." " To Speak his Thoughts is Every Freeman's Right. " FINDING A HUSBAND. "Uncle may I ride Milo?" I said ons bright June morning, as he 6at at the breakfast table. "Ride Milo?" 1 "Yes ! it is such a beautiful day." "But he will throw you," "Throw me !"and I laughed merily and inconsiderately, "Say yes, dear Uncle," I continued, coaxingly, "there is no fear, and I'm dying for a canter." "You will die of a canter then," he re torted with his great wit, "for he'll break your neck. The horse has been only rid den three times, twice by myself and once bv Joe." * "But you have often said I was a bet ter rider than Joe." Joe was the stable boy. That's a good uncle—now. do."— And I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. "I knew by experience, that when I did this I generally carried the day. My un cle tried to look stern ; hut 1 saw he was relenting. He made a last effort howev er, to deny me. "Why not take Dobin ?" bo said. "Dobin I cried. "Old, snail-paced Dobin, on such a morning as this. One might as well take a rocking horse at once." "Well, well, he said, "if I must I must' You'll tease the life out of me if I don't let you have your own way. I wish you would get a husband, you are growing be yond my control." "Humph! a husband. Well since you say so, I will begin to look out for one to day" "He would soon repent of his bargain," said my uncle," but bis smiles belied has words. "You are as short as piecrust, if you can't have your own way. There, seeing I was about to speak ; "go and get ready, while 1 tell Joe to saddle Milo.— You'll set the house 011 tire if I don't see you off." Mtlo was soon at the door—a gay met tlesome colt, who laid Lis ears back as I mounted and gave me a vicious look I did not quite like '•Take care," said my uncle, "It is not too late to give up yet." 1 was piqued., "1 will never give up anything," said I, never. "Not even the finding of a husband, eh ?", "No, I will ride down to the poor house and a>k old Tony, tbe octogenarian pauper to have me, aud you wil. bo forced to hire Poll Wilkes too cook vpur dinners."— And as 1 said this there was a mischicvious i twinkle in my eyes, for uncle was an old bachelor, who detested all si range women, and held an averion to I'olly Wilkes, a sour old maid of foity seven, becauo, years ago, she bad plotted t<4 entrap him into matrimony. Before he could reply I gave Milo his head. John Gilpin, we are told, went, fast, but I went faster. It was net long before the colt had it all his own way. At first I .ried to check his speed, but he got the bit in his mouth, aud all 1 could do was to hold on and trust to tiring him out Trees fences, and houses went by us like wild pigeons on the wing. 'As long as the road was clear wc did well enough, hut suddenly coming to a blasted oak, that ■started out spectre like from the edge of a wood, Milo shied, twisted half around, and plauted his fore-feet stubbornly in tbe ground. I did not know that I was fall ing. till I felt myself in a mud-hole which lay at one side of the road. Here was a fine end to my boasted horsemanship ! But as the mud was soft, I was not hurt, and the ludicrous specta cle I presented soon got the upper Land of my vexation. "A fine chance I have of finding a husband, in this condition," i said to myself, recalling my jest with uu ele. If I could find some mud dry now, and pass myself off for a mudnymph, I might have some chance." And I began to pick myself up. "Shall 1 help you, Miss ? suddenly said a deep, rich, manly voice* I looked up and saw a young man, the suppressed merriment of whose black eyes brought the blood to my cheek, and made tne for a time ashamed and angry, But on glancing again at my dress, 1 could not help laughing in spite of myself. I stood iu the mudat least six inches above the top of my shoes. My riding skirt was plastered all over, so that it was impossi ble to tell of what I was made. My hands and artful were mud to the elbows, for I had instinctively extended them in order to protect myself. The yotu.g man as he spoke turned to the neighboring fence, and taking off the top rail, he placed it across the puddle, then putting Iris arm around mv waist, he lifted me out, though not without leaving mp shoes behind. While he was fishing these out, which he immediately to do, I ; stole behind an enormous oak, to bide my blushing face and scrape the mud from my stockings and riding skirt. I had managed to get the first a little clean er, but the last was as thick as ever when my companion made his appearance with the missing shoes, which he bud scraped till they were quite presentable, and lead ing Milo by tbe bridle. ''Pray, let me see you borne," lie said. "If you will mount again, I'll lead tbe colt; and there will be oo more chance of his repeating the trick." I could not answer for shame; but when in the saddle, murmured something about not troubling bixu. "It's no trouble, not the least," he re plied, standing, hat in hand, like a knight ly cavalier, and still retaining his hold on tbe bridle ; "and I can't really let you go alone, for the colt is as vicious as be can be to day. Look at bif ears and the rod in Itia eyes. I saw you coming down tbe road, and expected you to be thrown ev ery minute, till 1 saw how well you rode. Nor would it have happened hadn't he wheeled and stopped like a trick horse in a circus." I cannot tell how soothing was this graceful way of excusing my mishap. I stole a glauce under my eyelids at the speaker, and saw that he wa9 very hand some and gentlemanly, and apparently about six and twenty, or several years older than myself, I had hoped that uncle might be out in the fields, overlooking the men ; but as we entered the gates, 1 saw him sitting, pro vokingly at the window ; and by the time I had spiung to the ground, he came out, his eyes brimful of mischief. I did not dare to stop, but turning to my escort, said : "My uncle, si>*—won't you walk in?' and then rushed up stairs. In about half an hour, just as I had dressed, there was a knock at my door, I could not but open it. There stood my uncle, laughing a' low, silent laugh, his portly body shaking all over with *up pressed laughter. •'Ah ! ready at last" he said. "I began to despair of you,!you were so long, and come to hasten you. lie's waiting in the parlor still," he said in a malicious whis per. "You've my consent, fori like him hugely ; only who'd have thought of find ing a husband in a mudpuddlo ?" 1 slipped past my tormentor, preferring to face even my escort than to run the gauntlet of uncle's wit, and,was soonjstam mc-ring my thanks to Mr. Templeton, for as such my uncle, who followed fc mc down introduced him. To make short of what else would be a longstcry, what was said in a jest turned out to be in earnest; for in less than six months, in that very room, I stood up to become Mrs. Templeton. llow it all came about 1 hardly know, but I certainly did find a husband on that day. Harry—that is the name by which I call Mr. Temple ton —says that 1 entered the parlor trans forme, my light blue tissue floating about me so like a eloud-wratb, my cheeks so rosy, my eyes so bright, my curls playing such hide and seek about my face that not expecting such an apparition he lost his heart at once. He adds—for he still knows how to compliment as well as ever —that my gay, intelligent talk, so differ ent from the demure Miss he had expacted completed the business' Harry was the son of an old neighbor, who had been abroad for three years, and before that had been to college, so that I bad never seen him ; but uncle remem bered him at once, and had insisted on his staying till I came down, though Har ry feotn delicacy would have left after an inquiry about my health. My uncle is one of those who will not be put off, and so Harry remained; the luckiest thing, he says, he ever did. Mil o is my favorite steed, for Harry broke him for me; and we are all as hap py as the dav is long, for uncle insisted 011 our living with him, and I told him at last, 1 would consent, if only to keep l'oll Wilkes from cooking his dinner. To which he answered looking at Harry*;— "Yon see what a spitfire it is, and you may bless your stars if you don't rue tbe day she went out to find a husband." FEMALE FASHIONS. One Mark Twain, a witty writer, ad mires the style of women's walking dress es, ar.d so sweetly sings their praises:— "Who shall describe the exquisite taste and beauty of the new style of ladies' walking dresses ? Taken as a class, wo men can contrive more outlandish aud ug ly costumes than one would think possible without the gilt of inspiration. But this time they have been felieitious in inven tion. The wretched waterfalls still re main, of course, but in a modified form; every change it underwent was for the better. First it represented a bladder of Scotch snuff, next it hung down the wo man's back like a canvass-covered ham ; afterward it contracted, and counterfeited a turnip on the back of the head; now it sticks straight out behind, and looks like a wire muzzle on a greyhound. Nestling in the midst of thi? long stretch of hair reposes the little batter cake of a bonuut, ; like a jockey saddle on a race horse. — You will readily perceive tint this looks very unique and pretty, and coquetish; But the glory of the costume is the robe —Lite dress. No fur-belows, no flounces, no biases, no ruffles, no gores, no flutter wheels, no hoops to speak of—nothing but a rich, plain, narrow, black dress, termina ting just below the kuees in long saw I teeth (points downward,) and under it a 1 flaming red skirt, enongit to put your eyes j out, that reaches down only to the ankle bone, and exposes the restless little feet, j Charming, fascinating, 3ednctive, bewitch ing ; to see a lovely girl of seventeen, with her saddle on her head, and her muzzle on behind, and her veil just cover ing the end of her nose, come tripping aigng in her hoopless, red-bottomed dress, like a churn on tire, is enough to set a man on fire, is euough to set a man wild. I must drop this subject—l can't stand it. ALCHOHOL'* DEMON WORK.—A news paper dealer in Wheeling took in a two dollat greenback, upon tbe back of which was written: "The last of a handsome for tune bcqueath by * father to a profligate son. Two short years ago I was prosper ous and happy, but the fell demon, drink, hath lured me on like an ignut fatuus, un til there is nothing left. Go, thou worker of "all evil," and may tbe curse of tho dev il go with thee." THE NOBLE REVENGE. The ugjoo was a plain one—a poor misera ble pine coffin. No floweri on Its top, no lining of tbe rose white satin for the pale brow,' no smooth ribbons about tbe coaree shroud. The brown hair was laid decently back,hut there waa the crimped cap, with its Deat tie he neath the chin. The sufferer from cruel poverty smiled in her sleep ; she has found bread, rest and health. "1 wan't to see my mother," sobbed a poor child, as the city uudertaker screwed down the top. "You can't—get out of the way, boy ; why don't somebody take the brat 1" ".Ouly let me see her 088 minute," cried the hopeless, helpless orphan, clutch ing the side of the charity box, and as he g&z ed into the rough face.anguished tears stream ed rapidly dotfrn the cheek, on which no childish bloom ever lingered. Oh ! it was pitiful to hear him cry, "Only once, let me see my mother only once." Quickly and brutally the hard hearted monster struck the boy away, ao that he reeled with the blow. For a moment the boy stood panting with grief and rage—his blue eyes distended, his lips sprang apart, a fire glittered through hii tears, as he raised his puny arm, and with his moflt unchildish ac cent screamed. "When lam a man, I'll kill you for that." There was a coffin and a heap of earth be fore the mothar an! the poor forsaken child —a monument much stronger than granite, built in his boy heart to the memory of the heartless deed, The Court House was crowded to suffjea tiOD. "Does any one appear as this man's coun sel ?" asked thejudge. There was silence when he finished, until, with lips tightly pressed together, a look of strange intelligence blended with haughty re-, serve upon his handsome feature*, a young man stepped forward with a firm tread and kindly eye, to plead for the erring and friend less. He was a stranger, but from his first sentence there was a silence. The splendor of his genius entranced—convinced. The man who could not find a friend was acquitted. ■"May God bless you, sir, I cannot.'" "I want no thanks," replied the stranger, with icy coldness. "I—l believe you are unknown to me." "Man ! I will refresh your memory. Twen ty year* ago you struck a broken hearted boy away from his poor mother's cofflu. I was that poor boy." Tbe man turned lipid; "Haveyou rescued me then, to take my life ! "No, I have a sweeter revenge ; I have saved the life of a man whose brufal deed has rank led in my breast for twenty years. Go ! and remember the tears of the friendless child !' The man bowed his head in shame and went out from the presence of a magnanimi ty as grand to him as incomprehensible, and the noble young lawyer felt God's smile in his scul forcvor after. RICH MER.—It were no bad comparison to liken mero rich men to camels and mules, for they often puisue their devious way over hills and mountains laden with Indian purple, with gems, aromas, and generous wines upon their backs, attended, too, by a long line of ser vants, as a safe guard on their way. Soon, however, they com* to their evening halting place, and forthwith their precious burdens are taken from their backs, and they, now wearied and stripped of their lading and their retinue of slaves, shew nothing bnt liv id marks of stripes. So atso those who glit ter in gold and purple raiment, when the evening of life comes rushing on Jthero, have nought to show but marks and wounds of sin impressed upon them by the evil use of rich es. ! CHRISTIAN GENTLF.NESS.—The Christian who really hear* about the sweetness of the mind of Christ, is continually aiming to add, by the gentle offices of kindness, to the com fort and happiness of others, and yet appears unwilling that they should know to whom they are indebted for them. To see the full excellence of religion, you must observe the Christian, eminent for this grace, moving in, and blessing the quiet circle of domestic hap piness and peace. It is in homes's sacred re tirement that this divine flower blooms in greatest beauty, and sheds its sweetost Iras grsuce. Christ is the key to Scripture. no is the one great idea of the Bible. Know Christ, understand God's thought* about Him, and then you will understand the Bible. An old lady annonnced in court at At lanta that she "had no counsel," that "God was her lawyer." "My dear madarn re plied the Judge, "he does not practice in this court." Could anything be neater than the ne gro's reply to a young lady whom be offer ed to lift over a gutter, and who insisted that she was too heavy ? "Lor missus, said ha, "I'se used to lifting barrels of so ♦ g- A TERMS, $2.00 Per. ANNTJM, in Advance. DJise anti ot|erfoisf. A ltdj found occasion to call upon a deo tiat to hate her teeth filled. Among thoae filled were two front onos, and when In a pleasant mood the lady's face ebone with smiles, while polished gold shone from the upper incisors. These were| observed with admiration by her little neice,who byand-by seriously remarked : "Aunt Mary, I wish I had copper-toed teeth like yours." Andrew Johnson has been elected ad ho a ary member of a Base Ball Club, and is learn ing to play fast. He put out Stanton at home base—Sheridan and Sickles on a "fly," and "muffed" several balls—including one from Grant's bat, with great dexterity. "Go in lively Andy," Josh Billing says r "Marry in fdr love may be a little riaky, but it is so honest that God kant help but smile at it. A Lady reaiding on "Hemlock side/' went out shopping, promising her little son she would get him a coaconut. She procured one with the husk, in which state he had never seen one. On arriving at home she gave it to the boy, who looked at it curiously, smiling aod laid it down. Presently he said, "Moth* er where's my coaconut ?" "I juat gave it to you," she replied. Taking it up again, he viewed it contemptuously for a moment, and exclaimed—"That thing a coaconut ! I tho'fc it was a waterfall !" Avery natural mis take. Some say that the destiny of the world often hangs on the merest trifles. A little miff between Charles Bonaparte and his love Letitia might have broken off a marriage which gave birth to Napoleon and the batHe of Waterloo. Yes, that is a fact.jbut suppose a little miff had taken place between Adam and Eve ! What then The strongest kind of a hint—a young la dy asking a gentleman to see if one of her rings will go on his little finger, GRAVITY —An exchange says, sppropos of the discussion whether Newton "discovered gravity," that if he had lived to this time he might have discovered it In the countenances of Radical politicians all over the country. Better have a nest of wasp*; or bumble* bees, or hornets in your bosom, thau a sting ing conscience. A woman may speak as many tongues aa she will, but don't let her do it with too long a one of her own. It is less important to a young lady that her lover's diamonds she uld be of pure water than his drink should be. What is the difference between a ohurch organist snd the .influenza t One stops the nose, and the other knows stops. An editor in Minnesota is determined to break up housekeeping and go boarding with his delinquent subscribers the remainder of his life. A darky's instruction for putting on a coat were : "Fust de right arm, den de lef, and den gib one general conwulshun." A party of travelers sat down in a country tavern to a scanty luncheon. Their hunger was great; the prospect fur appeasing it,was small. The wag of the company proposed to work a mirasle, and taking up a plate of little dried up bunt, began to shake tnem so as to make them hop around 1 The landlady ob serving the perfurmance,asked what he want ed. ' Keep still !" cried the wag ; -'there is a famine here ; and Ido this in order that we may have a bun dance The miracle was wrought, 'he landlady hastened to bring on her good things. When did hamlet intimate that he should be snued to the teeth ? When he said, "1 if ill speak daggers." An old bachelor says the talk of women is usually about men ; even their laugh, is be, he, he! A colored preacher at tha South recently said in a prayer : "0 Lord, be pleassd to shake your great tablecloth over your hungry children dat dey may be fed wid de