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III E , Atslso per annum ,payable in advance,and $2 00 if not paid until the end of the year. No paper discontinued,until allarrearages are paid except at the option of the proprietor. Anvawrtsemzwrs,making not more than_one. square, will be inserted three times for one dollar and for every subsequent insertion twentyfive cents. Larger advertisements, charged in the same proportion. Those notexceeding ten lines will be charged seventy-five cents, and those making six lines or less, three insertions for 50 cents. a- A liberal deduction will be made to those who advertise .by the year. CV - Office in Hamilton St., one door East of the German Reformed Church, nearly opposite the • , Friedensbote Office." Eagle Hotel, No. 139, North Third Street, BETWEEN RACE AND VINE, PHILADELPHIA.. DAVID STEI, Proprietor This gentleman takes great pleasure to inform his friends and' the public in gen eral, that he has taken the above named - Well-known and de servedly popular EAGLE HOTEL, situate in the most bus ,' . 4 )."Pg siness part of the city, f - • - - which he has refitted with entirely new Furniture and Bed ding of a superior quality. The house has also been renovated and improved in a manner, which will compare favorably with the first class lintels in the city, arid cannot fail to give satisfaction to those Whomay patronize the establishment. Cat- His T481,E will always be supplied with the choicest and most ‘vholesome pro visions the market affords. and his MR, with the purest and best liquors. The sta bling belonging to his house, is good and extensive, end will be supplied with the best provender, and attended by careful hostlera. Nothing in short, shall he left undone to make his Guests comfortable, and he flatters himself thnt by strict attention to business, he will merit and receive a liberal share of public encouragement Philadelphia, December 1, 92/B/LA1 1 1,4 Lt.2da9ka For May Term I 553. 1 ohn Vliet vs Edward Dawald, 2:7Ohn L. Hoffman & Broth's vs Thomas Yteger. 3 W. P. Brown vs the same. 4 W. P. Brown vs . the same. 5 Catharine Grim vs Henry Snyder. 6. Ephraim Meyer & others vs Geisingor & Wittman. 7 William J. Kau! vs Solomon Fogel. 8 Valentine Geist vs Samuel & Catharine Shreffer. 9 Catharine Weaver vs Jesse Weaver. 10 Commissioners of Lehigh Co. vs. John Bice &others. 11 Jonathan Dewald vs Fred. W. Nagel. 12 Waterman & Young vs. Sol. Fogel. 13 James Shaffer vs Thomas Wieder. 14 Seba§tian & Philip Bindle vs George • Shallot., jr. • 15 William Mink vs Reuben Mink. 16 Reuben Mink vs Nicholas & William Mink. 17 Ferdinand Berkemoyer vs Daniel Rex. 18 Moses M. Jones vs Edmund Morris. 16 Levi Hnns vs John Hail jr., 20 George Kerschner vs Peter. Roth. 21 George Wadsworth vs Stephen Hills jr., others. 22 Jonas George vs Henry & Solomon Dor- ney. 2:3 Martin Marx vs Zimmerman & Werly. 24 Christian Sterns use vs Stern, Zimmer. man, & Sieger. F. E. SAMUELS, Prothy. 11-4 w April, 6 Spi xvi;•Nli.lilinery Goods. JOHN STONE & SONS, • IMPORTERS AND DEALERS IN FRENCHMILLINERYGOODS, • Aro. 45 South Second Street, Philadelphia. • HAVING received by late arrivals a large and well selected assortment of SPINO MILLINERY GOODS, are now prepared to offer their customers, at the lowest market prices- Glace Silks, for Bonnets, Fancy Bonnet and Cap Ribbons, French and American Artificial Flowers, Crapes, all colors, • Fancy Nets and Laces, Together with every article appertaining to the Millinery trade. • Phi!ado!. March, 9. 1853. • ¶-3m A FAMILY NEWSPAPER. No! I-will never see him more, Sineethus he likes to roam, And when his eat) stops at the door, John say—l'm not at home! He smiled last night when Julia smiled, (They must have met before ;) If thus by her he is beguiled, I'll never see him more ! I'll sing no more the songs he loved, Nor play the waltzes o'er; Nor wear the colors he approved, I'll never please him more! I'll conquer soon love's foolish tlame, As thousands have before, Look strange whene'er I hear his name, And ne'er pronounce it more ! The plait of hair I must resign, That next my heart I wore; He too must yield that tress of mine, He Wile when with he swore! The minature I used to trace, And feel romantic o'er, I'll tear from its morocc6 case, And—never Irks it more! This ring his gift—l must return, (It rnalors my finger sore,) Then there's his letters—those I'll Imo, And trample on the floor! His sonnet that my album graced, (My tears Thus blot it o'er,) The leaves together thus I'll paste, And ne'er behold it more ! I'll waltz and flirt with Ensign G—, (Though voted oft a bore!) In short I'll show my heart is free, And sigh for him no more! If we should meet, his eye shall shrink, My scornful glance before; God that's his knock! here, John, I think, I'll see him just—once more ! The Dead. The dead are everywhere ! The mountain side, the plain, the woods profound, Al! the wide earth—the fertile and the fair, Is one vast burial ground ! Within the populous street, In solitary homes, in places high, In pleasure domes, where pomp and luxury meet, Men bow themselves to die. The old man at his door, The unwean'd child . murmuring in wordless song, The bondman and the free, the rich, the poor, All—all to death belong! ¶-Om The sunlight gilds the walls Of kindly sepulchres enwrought with brass; And the long shadow of the cypress falls Athwart the common grass. The livine, of gone time Banded their glorious cities by the sea, And awful in ihrir greatness and . sublime, As if no change could be. There was the eloquent tongue: The poet'S heart ; the sage's soul was there; And loving children with their woman young, The faithful and the fair. They were, but they are not; Sun's rose and set, and earth put on her bloom, Whilst man, submitting to the common lot, Went down into the tomb. And still amid the wrecks Of miellty generations paSsed away, Earth's honest growth, the flagrant wild flower decks The tomb of yesterday. And in the twilight deer, Go veiled women forth, like her who went, Sister of Lazarus, to the grave to weep; To breathe the low lament. The dead are everywhere; Where'er is love, or tenderness, or faith ; Wher'er is power. pomp, pleasure, pride where'er Life is or was, is death. Zcicctions. "You are mistaken. I would sooner die than wed a mere country beauty." "But Fred, suppose her intelligent, moral, full of nature's poetry—tender-hearted, grace full, unspoiled by .adUlation—a guileless, simple, loving creature.,--" "Aye !", said Fred, laughing, "a shoice cluster of virtues and graces. Country beau ties are always sweet and simple, so are coun try cows. No I I tell you if she was lovely ns an angel, with the best sense in the world, still, if unskilled in music and literature, with no soul above churns and knitting rieed les, I wouldn't marry her for a fortune." • "Ha, ha," laughed Helen Irving ! but it was a very pianissimo laugh, away down in the corner of her musical little heart. Hid den by the trunk of a large tree, she sat ' reading within n few feet, only, of the agotist Another moment the young men came within sight. Fred's face was crimson, and • ho whispered in visible trepidation, "do you thinlc she heard 1" poetical Mcpcittinent. Female Resolution Only 'a Country Girl. ..No;" rejoined the other holfaudibly "she ALLENTOWN, LEHIGH COUNTY, PA., APRIL 27, .1853. shows no resentment; she has not even look ed up from her book, you are safe, she could not have heard you—but what an an gel she is !" Yes, Helen tans an angel as - far as - out ward-beauty-might-tnerit-the enconium-She_ sat half reclining, on a rustic seat. Striving to smooth out the dimples in her cheeks. as she -laid her book aside, and began-to-twine a half finiShed wrCath of wild roses. • Leaning on one white arm, the gnarled oak trunk a back ground. flowers strewn around her, peeping from her bright locks, and scattered over her white dress—she sat quite at her ease, apparently unaware that two handsome young gentleman were so very - near. Approaching with a low bow, upon which his mirror had set the seal of fauldtiss ele gance, Frederick Lane took the liberty of asking if the young lady would be kind enough to inform hint where a Mr. Irving lived. With an innocent smile the beauty looked up. "Mr. Irving ! the only Mr. Irving in the village is my father," she said, rising in a charmingly graceful Manner. "The large house," she continued, "on high ground, half hidden by trees and thick shrubbery— that's were we live. I belive i(was an— an academy, once—that's a sort of select school isn't it ?" with the most natural sim plicity, turning to Fred. He replied with another graceful bow. "Tell your father," said he," that I shall do myself the'honor to call on him to-mor row." Ho will remember me.:—Frederick Lane, at your service. "Yes, sir, I'll tell him word for word," re plied Helen, tucking her sleeve round her • pretty arm, ahrtmaking rather a formal cour tesy. Then•catching up her book and gath ering the scattered flowers, she, hurried towards home. ‘iNow father, mother, aunt and sic," ex claimed the merry girl bounding into the room where the family were at supper, '•as sure as you and I live, that Mr. Lane you all talk about so much is in this village. He will call here to-morrow the first proper specimen of a city beau ; (as of course he will be) all sentiment, refinement, faultless in kids, and spotless in dickey—important and as self-assured as one of that ilk can possibly be. Promise me, all of you that you'll rot lisp a word about music, reading, or writing, in my presence—because—because I have a. plan. Father will not, I know, only give him n newspaper. Aunt Minnie nevertalks, I mean in company, and mother will he too glad to see me churn butter and mend stock ings. Sis, your rattle of a tongue is the only thing I fear, but if you keep quiet and ask me no questions, I will give you that work box you have coveted so long." "Ella, you are not quite respectful," said her father,.gravely. "Forgive me, dear father," and her arms were folded about his neck, "I always mean well, but I'm so thoughtless ! • There all is right now," she added, kissing him lovingly on the temple. Come, sis, what say you ?" "Why. on that condition, I'll he still as n mouse ; but what's your reason ?" "Ah ! that's my own," sang Helen, danc ing out of the room. "You knit admirably." and Fred looked on with an unconscious smile of admiration. Helen snt at an open window, through which rose bushes thrust their blushing buds, making both Sweet shade and fragrance.— The canary over-head, burst out every mo ment in wild snatches of glorious music.— Helen was at work on a long, blue stocking, nearly finished, and her fingers flew like snow-birds. "You knit admirably ; are you fond of MA "Yes quite. I it better than—than anything . else—that is—l mean—l can churn very well." "And do you read much ?" Fred's glen ) ryes overhad travelled from the corners of is yes over every table, shelf, and corner, i search of some book or paper. But not pag,e, not a leaf,,yelloW or sere, repaid his search. "W , hat boolts ? permit me to ask." "I read to bible a good deal," she an swered gravely. • "Is that all ?" . . "All of course not : and yet, what do we not find in that holy volume ? history, po etry, eloquence, romance—the most thrilling pathos—" Blushing and recollecting her self, she added, with n manner as childish as it had been dignified.— ""As for other books—let me see. I've got in my library—first, there's the primer, (counting on her fingers) second class rea der, Robinson Crusoe, nursery tales, fairy stories, two or three elements of something, biographys, king Richard the third—there ! isn't that a good assortment ?" • Fred smiled. "Perhaps I don't know quite as much as those who have been to school more," she added. ns If disappointed tit his mute rejoin der; "but in makinglread, churning but ter, and keeping house, I'm not to be out done." The young man left her more in pity than in love, but his visits did not always so re- suit. He began to feel a magnetic attraction which he vainly attributed toHelen's beauty, but tho truth is, her sweet artlesiness of character, engaging manners, and gentle dis position,'quite won upon the city bred and .aristocratic_Fred Lane. There was a fresh uess-and -refinement about every ..thiriphe7. l said and did. She perplexed as well as de lighted-him:— Often, as he was wondering how some homely expression would be received in good society, some beautiful sentiment would suddenly drop like a pearl, from her lips, not more remarkable for originality than brillian cy. If I should fall in the snare," thought he, I can educate her. It would be worth try, lug," It was useless to combat with his passion; so at last he fell at 'Helen's feet (figuratively speaking.) and confessed his love. I care not, Helen, only be mine ;" was his invariable answer to her exclamations of unworthiness ; how she should appear in fashionable society, ect. ect. , They were married—had returned from their wedding tour, and at the expiration of the honey moon Fred was more in love than ever. At a grand entertainment given by relatives of the bridegroom. Helen looked most beautiful. Her husband did not insist that she should not depart from her simplici ty, and indeed, without jewels or laces, with only that fresh white robe simple sash of blue, and ornaments of fair moss roses, she was the most lovely creature in the room. As she entered the great saloon, blazing with light, her heart failed her. "Shall love him so dearly," she asked herself, "if I find that he is ashamed of me ? I cannot bear the thought ; but should he overcome all conventional notions then have I a hos b;ind worthy to be honered--then shall he be proud of his wife." How she watched him as he presented her to one and another ! "Simple," whispered a magnificent look ing girl, resplendent with diamonds, as she curled her lip and passed by. The observa tiou escaped neither Helen nor her husband. She looked at him. lie smiled a lover's smile, and only drew her closer to his side. Many in that brilliant gathering pitied "poor Fred," wondered why he had martyred him self on the shrine of ignorant rusticity. But he, oh joy ! he seemed only to love her the more as she clung to his arm so tim idly. His noble face expressed the pride he truly felt ; he looked as if he would have swept back the scorners with one motion of his hand, had they ventured one wave too high on the shore of his pride. He seemed to excuse every look, every word not in strict conformity to etiquette—and Helen's hettit beat high ; tears came to her eyes, when she thus felt how noble a heart she had won. The young bride, stood near her husband' talking in a low tone, when a new corner appeared. She was a beautiful, slightly formed creature, with haughty features, and ill-concealed scorn lurked in her great bril liant eyes, whenever she glanced towards Helen. Once she had held sway over the heart of Fred, and hearing who he had mar ried, she fancied her hour of triumph had come. Do you suppose she knows anything ?" said a low voice near her. Helen's eyes sparkled—her fair brow' flushed indignant. She' turned to•her hus band. He was gone—speaking at a little distance with a friend. Presently Marion Summers turned to wards her. "Do you play, Miss Lane ?" she asked ; there was a mocking tone in her voice. "A little," answerd Helen, her cheek burning. , And sing ?" 4 , A little," was the calm reply. , •Then do favor us," she exclaimed look ing askance at her companions ; come ! 1 myself will lead you to the instrument." Hark ! whose masterly touch ?" Instant ly was the half-spoken word arrested—the cold cars and haughty heads were turned in listening surprise. Such Melody !Such cor rect intonation ! such breadth, depth, and vi gor of touch-- , .who is it ? she plays like au angel." And again hark ! A voice rolls ; A flood of, melody, clear, powerful, passing sweetnstonisliment paints many a fair check a deeper scarlet. There is a,silence —unbroken as the silvery tones float up. Aye! care I not for cold neglect. Though tears unbidden start; And scorn is but a bitter word. Save when it breaks the heart. If one be true— If one be true-- The world may careless be, , Since I may only keep thy love, And tell my grief to thee. "Glorious voice," said Fred to his friend who with the rest had paused to listen, "who can it be ?" The words were suddenly arrested on his lips. She had turned frotn the piano, and the unknown was his own wife. ' .1 congratulate you, Fred, said the young man at hie side, but he spoke to marble. The color had left his cheek, ns he walked slowly towards her. If he was speechless with amazement, so was not she. "A rich bloom mantled her cheeks—triumph made her eyes sparkle as they never did beforethey flashed like - diamonds; --- A - crowd - gathered . to compliment - her. In graceful acknowledgment she blen ded - wit - and - hurenr. "How-well-she-talks ~ w ho would have' thought it ?—Fred's little wife he has found a treasure," were whis pered round the room. Meanwhile Frederick Lane Esq. stood like one enchanted, while his .poor little rustic wife quoted books and authors with perfect abandonadmired this one, commended that A sedate looking student lost himself in a Latin quotation—Helen - smilingly finished it and received a look eloquent with thanks— BON MOTS, repartree, language rich in fancy and imagery, fell from her beautiful lips, as if she had just received a touch from some fairy wand. Still Fred walked by her side like one in a dream—pressed his hands over his bewil dered slight to be sure of his senses, when he saw her bending a breathing vision of love liness, over the harp—her full arm leaning on its golden strings—here again that rich voice, now plaintive with some tender me mory rise and fall in sweet and sorrowful cadence. "Tell me," said he, when once alone with her, "what does this mean ? who are you I feel like one awaking from a dream." "Only a country girl," said Helen, grave ly, then falling into her husband's arms, she exclaimed, "Forgive me ; I am that very little rustic that you would die rattler then wed. Are you sorry you married me ?" "Sorry, my glorious, wife ! but, Elly, you could not surely deceive me. Did I not un derstand that you had never—" _"Been at an academy," she broke, in, "ne ver took a music lesson—never was taught how to sing—all true. And yet lam all you see me to-night—myself my own teach er; with labor and diligence, I trust I am worthy to be the wife of one so good and exalted as I find my husband to be." Reader, wouldn't you and I like to be there just now, and here her story ;. she laughing between smiles, her pretty face all dimples, as she tells him how she banished piano, books, harp, portfolio, music, all in an empty room by themselves, and locked the door, leaving them to seclusion and dust— .while the little country girl, without any very deep planed scheme, succeeded in con vincing a well-bread city gentleman, that lie could marry a charming rustic, even if her fingers were more familiar with churn and knitting needles, than the piano or the harp. First Visit to the Theatre Aunt Deborah, or aunt Debby, as we used to call her, was an old maid—a fact which she studiously sought to conceal, and a good old maid was she. Now, aunt Debby, though a good woman, did not possess any of that straight laced puritanism so common with those who have outlived the season of enjoyment. Well once upon a time—it was soon after the theatre was built at Nash ville—a crack company made their bow on the boards, before a tremendous house, and the whole town was in commotion in conse quence of the wonderful . performance of old B—. Aunt Debby had never been to the theatre, but all at once an earnest desire to witness a play-seized the good old soul, the annonncement of which filled the whole household with unqualified dismay ; for my sisters, though devoted to aunt Debby, did not at all relish the idea of having the good Indy, with her quaint attire, as a chapperone in so fashionable a crowd'as wns wont to meet at the theatre ; bUt her word was law with us, and I was less surprised than cha gritted to hear her express her determination to see the play that evening, At length the hour for going to the theatre arrived, and Aunt Debby emerged from her room, dres sed in a style which was decidedly of rev olutionary origin, and although it might have been deemed the "tip of the ton" at that day, certainly did not come up to the fashionable mark of the period of our story. Her head dress, the most striking feature of the whole, was of itself a real curiosity, fold after fold of lace and muslin, in alternate layers, being piled one on the other, until it presented an appearance closely approxi mating to that of the headgear of the Royal grenadiers. Upon seeing this apparition, poor Sue and Lizzie fairly sickened with horror, while I was so much struck with the.novelty of the wonderful cap, that for a few moments I entirely lost sight of the very ludicrous position I. was destined to occupy that evening as her escort ; I was suddenly called to a full appreciation of my responsi , bility by Aunt Debby. .Peter,' said she "I don't wonder at your admiration, for when I first appeared, thirty three years ago, in this enp, at a grand ball in Raleigh, it was the envy of all the women, and the admiration of all the men, and I am glad to see that you are so mtrch pleased to have your aunt appear in a dress so well calculated to her credit. But let us go, Peter or we may be too late:" "Oh, aunt," cried both the girls, "you surely are not going to wear that cw, are you T Please, aunt, let us get that nice one NUMBER 30. you wore to church last Sunday, it is f.r more becoming; really aunt ; this one is out of date," "Bless my soul ! out of date?". answered' shei "why, I reckon I will be out of dal.. - next. Out of date, indeed ! that's what come-e of-letting-girls-think-for-themselvesi-a-prei:-• ty pass surely, when my cap is celled out ri date-!" and the old lady-ran on-until the-girl finally made up their minds to say no mor , only hoping that Aunt Debby would male no more mistakes that evening, for the good soul, in her simplidity, had acquired a won- - derful faculty that way. At length we reached the theatre, and' gained our box with but one accident, which was, that Aunt Debby, in entering the doe , of the stall, (which was never designed with a view to the entrance of such bodies) hack nearly knocked off her "shako," a mishap- - which elicited from her no other remark . than her accustomed." Bless, my soul !" Our entrance was the signal for sundr7 movements and remarks in the pit, Whici' did not fail to escape our eyes and ears ;Atte words "Mount Ararat," "Noah's Ark," "Old Sugar Loaf," and such like expret.-- sions comprising the staple of their remark,i while all eyllt were turned upon us, some in amazement, others in ridicule, all of which was set down by our good aunt as a very decided expression of admiration ; air opinion from which we dissented most stren• uously in silence. An old gentleman opposite, -possessed of an opera glass, levelled it with great care - , and precision at the wonderful head dress.- an act which greatly alarmed the old lady,• who having never seen such a thing before was firmly convinced that the man was in sane, and" only taking aim preparatory to discharging a doudle barrelled pistol at her. By dint of earnest and long persuasion, I at length succeeded in allaying her lively ap-- prehensions of personal harm, not, however, until the entire house had caught an inkling of the merits of the case, and had expressed: their hearty appreciation of it by a generaP laugh. The poor girls hid their blushing faces behind their fans, and I verily believe . would have died from- the effect of excessive mortification, had not the curtain - suddenly arisen, and the play (which was Macbeth)' commenced all eyes were at once direct-- ed, of course to the stage—among the rest Aunt Debby's and in the midst of the noisy applause which greeted the entrance of the actors, I could distinctly hear her exclaim : "Well, I never did ; who would have thoughts follts'utl have the impertinence to-show legs in that way." However, all went off well until the death' scene, up to that time Aunt Debby had been' so engrossed with the interest of the play, that she had totally forgotten, (to my great sate isfaction) to make a single remark. Then . as Macbeth, on whose face were delineated . all the terible passions which filled his heart leaned over his sleeping 'victim with dagger poised in air, all the benevolent feelings of Aunt Debby's nature, for which she was universally remarked, and all that energy of. purpose no less peculiar to her at times ; moved within her with inexpressible force,. and suddenly rising from her seat, and sei zing me, she exclaimed in her shrillest:tones, 'Oh, Peter, help ! help ! Oh, Mr.. Duncan,' (addressing the sleeping King.) "took out up !" and then pointing her finger at the astonished Macbeth, exclairnodo-Ain't you ashamed to sneak on a fellow' creature in that way, and try to assassinate him, you• ugly man you '1" These expressions, spoken in all the ehtn- - estness and intensity of Aunt Debby's na ture, electrified Macbeth, caused the sleep ing Duncan to open his eyes in amazement ; and then to join in the general laugh which filled the whole house. My feelings can be better imagined than described ; how I grab bed Aunt Debby, how I rushed from• the house with that estimable lad's', while' the girls, like a couple of tenders to a locomotive, followed hy my wake, hotv I humped my- - self through the streets, and how, faint and sick at. heart, I reached the parental roof, are all mysteries to me to this day; but how I felt awfully mean, excessively mortified, and most outrageously horrified ; are matters of stern reality now, and ever will be. The next morning I cuddenly found' if necessary to leave horne ; and' would have been particularly delighted with' an embas.- sy to the Fejee Islands. The pobr girls were confined to their room, and refused to' see company for a month, While Aunt Deb by, to her dying day, firmly believed that she saved Duncan's lir., but to our great re.. lief, never after expressed -a desire to- revisit. the theatre: . . rap..,D o you believe in ."second !ove, Mis ther McQ:unde r' ffo t believe' in ise'Conci , love ?"—Hump if a man buys a pound of sugar ins'Lit sweet ? and when its gone bet he want another pound• rand iset that pound sweern) C Tioth, Murphy, I belierein oecn and love." . riTDevotion--Standing on to your kneed; in shinh• singing songs ton bed room window:, We witnessed suelt a scene lately: , tarFooie, being scolded by it (tidy, said : have heard of tarter and brimstone; you are the cat:undone and the flower olthe other.°
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