THE STAR OF THE NORTE U. 11. Jacttby, Proprietor.] VOLCTtIi" 10. (2)1? ttIEIE SJ®ISSISI£, resLisnßD KVEIIY WEDXESDAY BY WM. H. JACOBY, Office on Main St., 3rd Square below Market, TERMSTwo Dollar* per nunum if paid within alx months from the time of subscribing; two dollars and fifty conta if not paid within the year. No subscription received for a lees period than six months ; no discontinuance permitted until all ar rearages arc paid, unless at the opt ion of tho editor. ADVERTISING : —Tho rates of advertising will bo as follows: One square of twelve lines, three times, - - $1 00 Every subsequent insertion, 25 One square, three months, 3 00 Six months. 5 00 One year, ------- - 800 Iluriness Cards of five linos, per annum, - - 300 ORIGINAL POETRY\ LINES. Doubts will arise To darken Life's skies, Though at times they npponrcd unclouded, And tho honrt that to-day, Is so happy and gay, Muy to-morrow in sadnoss bo ebroudod. Love may for a while, Tho fond heart beguile, And lull to repose with soft numbers, But the cares and the strife, Of this short busv life, May rudely disturb the sweet sliuubors. Alas, that tho drenm. That so plonsant doth seem, Should be Inoken by Discord's rudo finger, That Love's soothing noto, That around us doth float. Might not ever through life sweotly linger. BUCK HORN, 1858. LILLIAN. A THRILLING SKETCH. Female Courage, or the German lkroinc. It was the year 1032, towards the close of November, a light snow, mingled with sleet, was whirled about by the .wind, and pierced through every crevicc of a little roadside inn situate between Hornberg and ilotweit, on the frontiers of the Duchy of lladen. Two travelers, driven by the bad weather to the shelter of this humble hosielry, were forgcling their hunger and weariness ill the comforts of a hearty repast of smoked beef. The hissing and roaring of a largo stove contrasted agreeably in the travelers' ears with the loud moaning of the North wind without, and disposed them still more to the enjoyment ol the good things within. The inn-keeper and his wife had, for thoir own domestic, a girl of Baden, whom tlicy had brought up from childhood. Kreltel, for such was her name, was a host in her self ; housekeeper and maid to her mistress, cook in the kitchen, valet-de-chambre to the stray visitants in the one best room, and grqpni in Jjie stable—the hardy, active, and good humored German girl fulfilled all the duties usually shared by a large establish ment of servants. Ten o'clock Iruck, and the travellers, having finished their supper, drew nearer to tho group which hail collected around the stove. Father Holfkirch, the minister, their host, and some neighbors who had entered by chance. The conversation turned on the fearful and murderous events, of which the neighboring forest had been the scene, and each had his own story to tell, surpassing the rest in horror. Father Holfkirch was among the fore.raost in terrifying his audi ence by the recital of different adventures, all more or less tragical. The had just finished a horrible story of robbers —quite a chef il) auver in its way. The scene of the legend was little more than a gnnshot from tho inn door ; it was a tradi tion, unfortunately, but an ancient gibbet, which still rqmtpucd on the indenlical spot, gave to the narration a gloomy veracity, which 110 one dared to question. This place was, in truth, made formidable throughout the province as being, it was said, the ren dezvous of a troop of banditti, who held there every night their mysterious meetings. All the guests were still under the influence of tho terror which tho story of Father Holf krich had caused, when one of the travel ers before mentioned offered to bet two du cats that no one dared to set off at that mo ment to the fatal spot, and trace with char coal a cross 011 the gibbet. The very prop osition iucreased the fear of tho company. A long silenco was their only reply. Sud denly the young Krettel, who was quietly spinning in a corner, arose up and accepted the bet, asking her master's consent at the same time. He and his good wife at first ref used ; alleging tho loneliness of the place in the case of danger, but tho fearless dam eel persisted, and was at lust suilered to de part. Krettel only requested that the inn door should be left open until her return ; and taking a piece of charcoal to prove on the morrow that she really had visited the spot, she walked towards the gibbet. When close beside it, she started, .fancying she heard a noise; however, after a moment of hesitation, sho stopped forward, ready to take to flight at the least danger. The noise was renewed. Krettel listened intently, and the sound of a horse's foot struck upon her ear. Her terror prevented her at first from seeing how near it was to her; but the next moment she perceived that the object of her fear was fastened to the gibbet itself.— She took courage, darted forward, and traced the cross. At the same instant the report of a pistol showed her that she had been noticed. By a moment swift as thought, she unloosed the horse, leaped on the sad dle, anebfled like lightning. She was pur sued, but redoubling her speed, she'reached the inn yard, called out to them to close the gate, and fainted away. When the brave girl recovered, she told her story, and was warmly congratulated on her courage and presence of mind. All admired the horse, which was of striking beauty. A small leather valice was attached to its saddle ; Father Hoffkirch would not suller it to be opened except in the presenceof thoburgo snastcr. COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 10, 1858. | On ihe morrow, which was Sunday, the I inn-kecper, his wife, their guests, all set out | to the neighboring town, where they intend , ded, after service, to acquaint the burgomas ter with the last evening's adventure. Kret tel, left sole guardian of the house, was ad vised not to admit any one until her master's return. Many a young girl would have I trembled at being lelt in such a situation, i but this young servant-maid having watch ed the party disappear, fearlessly set about her household duties, singing with alight I heart and a clear voico some pious hymn which her kind mistress had taught her. An hour had scarcely elapsed, when there came a knock at the door, it was a traveler on horseback, who asked leave to test a little, k'reltcl at firat refused: but 011 the promise of the cavalier that he would or.ly breakfast and depart, she agreed to ad mit him ; besides, the man was well dress ed and alone, so there seemed little to fear from him. The sirangcr wished himself to take his horse to the stable, and remained a long time examining and admiring the noble steed which had arrived the previous even ing in a manner so unexpected. While breakfasting he asked many questions about the inn and its owner; inquired whose horse it was that had attracted his attention so much ; and in short acted so successfully, that the poor girl, innocent of all deceit, told him of her late adventure, and ended by confessing that she was all alone. She lelt immediately a vague sense of having committen some imprudence, for the stran ger listened to her with singular attention, and seemed to lake a great interest than simple curiosity. -The breakfast was prolonged to its almost length ; at last after a few unimportant ques tions the traveler desired the servant girl to bring him a bottle of wine. Kreltel rose to obey; but on reaching tho cellar, found that the stranger had followed her, and turning round she saw the glitter of a pistol handle through his vest. Her presence of mind failed her not at this critical moment. When they had reuched the foot of the steps she quickly extinguished the light, and stood up against the wall; the man, muttering im precations advanced a few steps, groping his way. Kreltel, profiting by his move ment, remounted the steps agile and noise ■ less, closed the door on the pretended trav- J uler, and then barricaded herself securely j in an upper chamber, there to await her | master's airival. I Krellcl had not been many minutes es \ consced in her retreat when a fresh knock | ing resounded at the inn-door, aud she j perceived two ill looking men who asked j her what had become of a traveler who had been there a short time before. From their description of his appearance, the young girl immediately discovered that the person sought for was the person whom she had locked in the sellar; nevertheless, she thought it most prudent to make no admiss ion on the subject. On refusing their request to open the door, the two men threatened to scale the wall. The poor girl trembled with fear; her courage was nigh deserting her ; for she knew they could easily accomplish their project by means of the iron bars fixed to the wiudows of tho lower story. In this perplexity Kreltel looked around her, and her eyes fell on a musket which hung from the wall, a relic of her master's younger days. She seized it and pointed the muzzle oui of the window, and cried out that she would fire on the first man who attempted to ascend. The two robbers, for such they were could no longer be doubted—struck dumb at the sight of lire arms when expecting no resistance, they had brought no weapons, and confounded fiy such intrepidity, went away uttering the most fearful menaces, and vowing to return in greater force. In spile of her fear our' heroine remained firm at her post. An hour passed away in this crit ical position ; at last the girl perceived her master and his friends coming in sight ac companied by tho burgomaster and some officers. Tho brave Krettef rushed to the door, and her fear amounting almost to. dispair, gave place to the liveliest joy. To tho wonder aud admiration of all, she related what had happened; the burgomaster especially lav ished on her the warmest praise of her he roic conduct. Tho officers went in search of the rubber whuin Kretlel hud imprisoned with so much address and prc'senco of mind. After a sharp resistance, he was bound and secured ; and soon recognized as the chief of a band of robbers who hud for some time spread terror over the country. His men wandering about without a captain were quickly taken or dispersed. The burgomaster decided that the horse, and the valise, which contained a great number of gold pieces, should be given to young Kroilel whdse courage hud so power fully contributed to rid the country of bun ditt's who had infested it for so long a time. E~*" A lady inquired at one of our dry goods stores tho other day for whale bone. The gentleman in attendance pro duced bundle after bundle, as the fair custo mer successively rejeted the article submit ted for her inspection. The whatebone was to short by several feet, for the purpose de sired. But the clerk, not to be outdone, made another search through the Btore, in hope of discovering the article of tho requi red longitude. He was. unsuccessful, and "brpke" his chagrin to the lady in a polite speech to the effect that "the extraordinary expansion of the ladies caused so great a demand far long whalebones thai all the big whales had been killed and used up, and there were none but little ones now in tho ocean—but, madam, "they'll growl" From the Ledger. DUELLING. The advices from Washington recently are full of "duels on the tapis." The capi tal of the country seems to be the seat of these affairs. Members of Congress take the lead, nnd, both in the House and out of it, display their prowess in every way, seiz ing each other by the collar, knocking one another down, giving and receiving chal lenges. Now it is Mr. Grow and Mr. Keitt who are reported to be in a fair way for mortal combat, and now the ssn of the foremost statesman of the West who is clenched with a former clerk of the House. Two officers of the army have long had differences and tight it out, first with thoir fists, and then by ; a duel. Honor is fortunately satisfied with a shot through the hat instead of the brain. ! Officers of the army and navy, in the course of their official duty, make a complaint of their subordinates, and, lo 1 challenges fol low. In nine cases out of ten, the parties in the wrong are most bent upon fighting, as if it was supposed that bravery alone could atone for the lack of every other vir tue. Is there no way to keep the passions of men from thus boiling over? We have laws to meet it in every form anil shapo, but the difficulty is in getting them executed. It has been thus in all ages. Duelling has changed its forms, but seems to have defied every thing. Law and religion alike have set themselves against it. It is reduced but still lives, lingers and rises up in the highest and most influential circles again and again, and will not be put down. In Europe, duelling used to bo a fashion. Men lought for the fame of the thing—not from hostility, but to win the favor of their lady love. Here no such mean and cold blooded calculations of mere reputations lie at the bottom of such affairs. They are at least the outbreaks of hot blood and hon est passion, and it is as the least inconven ient vent to certain ebullitions of those passions, which under proper guidance in fluence the noblest characters of the most uselul deeds, that duelling is defended. And the real difficulty in uprooting duelling is to do it away without doing away with the re quirement of courage from social life, and thus incurring worse evils to society. This custom always promotes a refine ment of manners, it is said, making men liable to be called to account for the insults they offer. It checks gossip and itcandaj, anil many other offences that nothing else can touch. Uut these two apologies contra dict each other. Of course, if the great bulk of the civilities anil amenities of soci etiey are only the result of a certain fear of consequences, that is, because the very class in which the duel prevails are cowards with brutal instinct, only thus to be kept in order. We do not believe this. But further, duelling must be very favorable to the bra vado tribe, who can thus commit any insult with comparative impunity. The man who has a quick eye, and can split a bullet at' twelve paces, aud is fond of fighting, will generally be lound not the most refined in his manners, or considerate of the feelings of others. He loves to show his importance and to bully. Where duelling most prevails in any part of tho world, more insults are given, and, we may add, taken quietly than where the custom is superceded. There are often quieter and more effectual ways of remov ing those who are ill bred and insulting, than by the uncertain method of tho duel. And so, too, there are other ways of evin cing courage than by bhooting your friend. Life is full of difficulties and perils, to meet which aright will daily exercise courage, anil place a man's character in this respect above suspicion, while it never can be fully and fairly tested, except by the vilest when operating against instead of with the con viction of acting rightly. Conscience makes cowards of ua all. Not till a man has lost all the controlling power of goodness over him, can he act with his full, natural cour age in fighting a duel. Let him hunt bears in California, or face the Indians on his way there, let him enlist in some just cause of war, if ho can find one, and he can be as calm and as active in the midst of perils as was Havelock in India. But the cool thought ol purposed murder ought to make a man tremble. It is the union of courage with self restraint and perfect fairness and generous concession to the adversary of equal advan tages, that is the groat charm of the duel. And, indeed, in this respect, it is a far bet ter test of courage than those cowardly ren counters, tho chief success of which arises from taking your enemy off his guard, and so exposing him to the greatest danger, and yourself to tho least. This supposed fair ness it is that has caused the duel to be aft plauded and retained in circles too cultiva ted to tolerate the low and rufhantly attack. Yet what more unfair than the duel often is ! The man to challenge is, generally, either a young hot blood, or an old worthless brava do. Yet he may pick a quarrel with a man of mature wisdom and ripe powers and a head and heart that, once laid low, can nev er be compensated for to his family, his country, or tho world. It is chielly those whoso lives are of very little worth, who are the most ready thus to get rid of them. Let the fools and bullies alone fight. Wise men are not, and cannot bo on fair and equal terms with such. Duelling too often leads men to give a decided insult, that they may be the challenged and not the challeng ing party, and thus have the choice of weapons, which is a vital advantage. The best apology for this custom is that i l Truth and Bight Cod and mtry. I removes the excitement of a quarrel from ! annoying others in a company, and by giv ing lime for reflection and the intervention of seconds, affords the best hope of recon ciliation. But then it makes the wrong worse when done. A man may kill in heal, and it is manslaughter. But let him sleep over it, and it is murder. It may tost his plunk belter to be able to receive a shot in cold blood, but it adds fearfully to tho guilt of firing it. Yet it is not easy to supersede this cus tom except by the working out of two prin ciples. Ono is that no man need or ought ev er to carry his revenge further with his won 1 enemy than sim pit/ to decline speukit ig to him or of him under any circumstances. This, and a little patience, will place any man who is in HiA wrong low onoughi tjXrtrv.'ucii thus protect themselves, and llius alone, and arc not more insulted than others, lu tho next place, there must be the most full, legal protection lor those who have the courage to decline fighting - . But if a man is posted? Inflict exemplary damages, and it will soon be broken up. lfapublic officer challenge, especially any other officer, let it at once exclude him from his post. If a man is killed in a duel, let his family have ample damages and support from the property of the survivor. The "Retired Physician." Old Sands is catching it all around. If he had not taken the advice of "11. B. S. - ' and mixed a little molasses with his sand, it must have entirely run out by this time. The Gleaner gives him Ihe following "puff:" -. Messrs Editors.*—Permit me through your columns lo bear testimony to a valuable medicine. My great aunt lias been trying lo reach heaven for thirty years. Having a cough she finally fell into tho hands of tho "retired physician, whose sands of fife are nearly run out." She purchased a bottle of his Connabis from which she gained strength, judging from tho violence of her cough. Oil taking tho second bottle, her strength so increased that she was able lo cough day and night without intermission; and the third bottle landed her iu heaven. Thus in a briel space of time, the fond hopes and anticipations of more than a quarter of a century are realized for the sum of seven dollars twelve and a half cents. In view ol this and other facts that are almost daily coining to light, it is no more than an act of justice to that pious, concien tiotnf ohi "retired physician, ** wiioWt shmfs of life continue to run fror* him, to recom mend his wounderful medicines to all who are afllicled with coughs, colds, asthma brown kettis, loudness of the gall bladder, in inflamation of ilorax, refusal of the mucus membrane, vacant felling in the head, such as lack of brains &c. To persons who are desirous of changing husbands and wives, and all who arc anxious to visit t'other side Jordan, this medicine is conlidcnlly recom mended. To those persons, who take a lively; interest in natural history I would advise them to throw themselves into the arms of the "retired physician," and they may be assured that they will see the ele phant and the rhinoceros. THE ALPS.— Dark in color robed in Ever lasting mourning, for over tottering like a fortress shaken, by war, fcurfal as jnitch in their weakness as in their strength and yet gathered alter every fall into darker frowns uuhumilated threatening; forever incapable of .comfort healing from herb or tlower, nourishing 110 root in their crevices, touch ed by 110 hue of life on buttress or ledge, but to the utmost ilesolute; knowing no shaking of leaves in the wind nor of grass beside the stream—llo other motion but their own mortal shivering, the dreadful crumbling oi atoms in their corrupting siones; knowing no sound of living voice or living tread, cheered neither by the kid's bleat or mar mot's cry; haunted only by uninterrupted echoes from afar off, wandering hither and thither among their walls, unable to escape, and by the hiss of angry torrents, and somo times the shrieks of a bird that flits near the face of them, and sweeps frigliteud back from under their shadow into the gulf of air. And sometimes, when tire ertfo has fainted, and the wind has carried the sound of the torrent away, and the bird has vanished, and the mouldering siones arc si ill for a little lime—a brown moth, opening and shutting its wings upon a grain of dust, may be the o;;ly thing that moves or feels in all the waste pf weary precipice, darkening five thousand k.et of the blue bepth of heaven. —lhiskm. CROOKED ENOUGH.— Speaking of die llio Grand, a writer says :— "lmagine one of the crookedest things in the world, thon imagine four more twice as crooked, an imagine to yourself a large river three times us cropked as all these put together, and yon have a faint idea of the crooked disposition ot this crooked rivor. Thero is no drihyood in it, from the fuct that it is so crooked that limber cannot find its way down tar enough to lodge two sticks together ;*b*t few-snakes, because it is not straight enougfe to swim in; and the fish are all in whirlpools in the i bends, because they cannot find their way out. Birds frequently attempt to fly across the river, but light on the same side they start from—being deceived by the crook.— Indeed you may be deceived when you tlunk you see across it; and some of the 'b'hoys say it is so t,wi,sting there is but one side to it. Sorrow grow less und 'less fivery time they aro told, just like t,he age of a woman. THE PASS OF DEATH. It was a narrow pass, Watered with human tears, For death had kept tho outer gate Almost six thousand years, And ihe ceaseless tread of a world's feet Was ever in my ears— Thronging, jostling hurrying by, As if they were only born lo die. A stately king drew near, This narrow pass to tread, Around him hung a gorgeous robe, And a crown was on his bead ; But Death, with a look of withering scorn, Arrested him and said, " In humbler dress must the king draw near, For the crown and the purple are useless, hero." Next came a man of wealth, And his eye was pioml an J 'bolJ, And born in hie-hand a lengthy scroll, Telling of sums untold, But Death, who caretli not for rank, Carelh as little lor gold— " Hero that scroll I cannot allow, For the gold of the richest is powerless now." Another followed fast, Anil a book was in his hand, Filled with the flashes of burning thought, That are known in many a land; But the child of genius quailed lo hear Death's pitiless demand— "Here thai book cannot enter with thee, For the bright flash of genius are nothing to me." Next catno a maiden fair, With that eyo so deeply bright, That stirs within you strange, sweet care, Should you meet 011 a summer night; But Death, ere the gentle maid passed through, Snatched away its light— " Beauty is power in the world," he saith, " But what can it do in the Pass of Death?' 1 A youth of sickly mien Followed in thoughtful mood, Whose heart was lilled with love to God And the early brotherhood; Dead> felt he could not quench the heart That lived for other's good— " 1 own," cried he, "the power of love, I must let it pass to the realms above I;,' LITTLE JOKERS. n?° "Madam," said a polite traveler to a testy landlady, "if I sec proper to help my self o this milk, is there any impropriety in it?" "I don't know what you mean; hut if yon mean to insinuate that there is anything bad in that milk, I'll give you to understand that you've struck the wrong house. There ain't a first hair in the milk, for as soon as Dorothy Ann told me the cat was drowned in "it, I went and strained it over." The hor rified young "titan declined partaking of the cat-llavored milk. EST The medical attendant at lite St. Louis Hospital accos'ed an Irish servant at the door of the same, the other day, with, "Did yon give the mediciqe as I told you?"— "Faith, an' I did." "And the brandy?— "Sure, an' I thought it a pity to waste so much good liquor on the men that were bound to die any how, so 1 drank it meself." EYVERY SATISFACTOKY "Charles, do you know what people are saying about us!" "No, dear: what is it? "Why, that—that—you—and—and—I— are—a—going to be mar—married !" "Fudge! let them say so. We know bet ter. We are not so foolish as that, are we !■' 1 TY A SHOEMAKER'S ADVERTISEMENT. —D. C. Cates, of Danville, Va., boot and shoe 'maker, closes an advertisement thus poetic | ally: 1 "Blow, oh blow, ye heaven])'breezes, I All among the leaves and Ireeses; ; Sing oh sing, ye heavenly muses, 1 And I will mend your boots and slioeses!" iy The dog in kennel barks at his fleas ; the dog who hunts docs not feel them.— Great minds have wills; others have only wishes. One day is wrote three to him who does everything in its order. Who is the greatest liar !—he who lalks the most of himself. ty Hello! Jim what are you making? inquired a young friend, as he passed by. "Why, mother made apple-builcr, the other day, and she don't.like it, and 1 am making it back into apples again." ty "Well, Tom, how faro you about die times?" "Oh, quite comporlably, jusi now," said Tom, rubbing his stomach. " You hold your own, I see," said his neighbor. es," replied Tom, "and a little of another man's too." POEM!— The wind it blew, the snow it flew, And raised particular thunder— With skirts and hoops, and chicken coops, And all such kind of plunder. Ey It is unhealthy to fall in love with another man's wife. In Arkansas, this kind of thing usually "terminates in death" the first year. IT The oldest mcmonic curiosity is, that a woman who never knows her own age knows to half an hour that of her feminine friends. C5 1 * How much more difficult it is to get a woman out on a wot Sunday than on a wet week day. Can the shut shops have anything to do with this ? EV An Irishman lately fought a duel with his most intimate friend because he jocosely asserted that he was born without a shirt to his back. rT The young man who recently -mar ried a widow with six children, furnished his house with .second handed furniture, in order to have everything to match. A modern tourist calls the Niagara River !< tlie pride of rivers." That pride certainly has a tremendous fall. The I'nforiiunntc St. Valentine. "Good morrow, 'lis St. Valentine's Day;" so sings tho fair Ophelia, and although old ceremonies no longer give their wonted charm to the occasion, the day is slill note worthy. Of late, however, it has been voted somewhat of a nuisance; but we hope the observers of the day in this instance will conduct themelves with decorum & mingle in tho carnival of love with a spirit that shall bring no regret. The origin of tho day has been the subject of much uncertain inquiry, and who St. Valentine was is a mooted point. We have read somewhere that St Valon online was a lady of the cold court of St. Louis, and the most beautiful, stateliest, as well as the coldest maiden there. She was bisieged tiv iforos officers, who wore con tinually annoying her by throwing billet Joux iu her way, untill at last it became positive ly unbearable, and she was obliged lo sock refuge from persecution within the "clois ter's pale;" "Till tired of courts ami countries, She sought the 'cloister's pule,' Ami calmly had her hair cui ofl", And calmly took the veil." But after she had done this she felt deep regret, and she found the reception of billet doiix was not disagrecablo after all. She missed them so much that she was sorely distressed, and employed fasting and prayer to mortify the flesh and drive such worldly thoughts from memory. It was all in vain. Ilcr fasting and flagellations at length became the admiration of the country, and she eventually raised to the position of an abbess. The struggle, however, was to much, and she slowly pined away, until. "One night, unto her pallet side She called the nuns, and said, 'No doubt they'll make a saint of me As soon as I am dead. Remember, sisters, if they do, The patron saint I'll bo 01 lovers and of ladies, Who shall warning take by me.'" AMUSING EPITAPHS.—The following is from a grave-yard in Massachusetts: "Here lies The bodies of John aud Lucy Leaven, Killed by lightning sent from' 1 ' Heaven, in 1777." In St. Mary's church yard, Whittlesea, England, is the following: " Here lies the bodies of Elizabeth Ad dison, Her son, Aud old Roger to come." "Old Rodger" was her husband it seems, and nearly twenty years afterwards, when a traveler visited the place, was still living, but had not yet 'come.' The following may be seen conspicuously inscribed on a board stuck on a tree, 011 the bend of Benson Creek, in one of the West ern States : " Beneath this tree lies young Billy Cun ningham, Who was butted to death by our old bob tail ram, The old ram Be il n, To another world was sent, The cares over.him done wont." VJT SOMEBODY'S DEAD. —There is bleak crape ou the door, somedody's dead. Yes, within has fallen another chip from tho block of humanity and tho ax-man, Death, is swinging his weapon for another blow.— There ! the bell is tolling; somebody's dead; slow rolls the sound, and how they resound, reaching clear into the heart of the thought ful ! The coflin maker is fixing a cof fin; somebody's dead. That beautiful pol ished box must soon moulder and rot; the worms will crawl over it—worms, the only witness of mortality dropping away, departing from shape and sub stance. There gosc the hearse; somebody's dead. Ah, that's tho last ride and the pas senger will not come back, the stay away is eternal. Somebody's dead all the time; mankind are dying; the earth is our produ cer and consumor, and will tie ho crape upon her door and wear no black in mourn ing for out loss. While we are dying she smiles, and laughs, and dances forward in her perpetual joy. GF LIFE —The mere lapse of years is not life. To eat, drink and sleep; to be expos ed to darkness and light: to pace around in tho mill of habits and turn the mill of wealth; to make reason our book-keeper, and thought an impliment of trade—this is not life. In all this but a poor fraction ol the unconsciousness of humanity is awaken ed, and the sanctitios still slumbers which makes it worth while to be. Knowledge, truth, beauty, love, goodness, faith alouo can give vitality to the mechanism of exis tence ; the laugh of mirth which vibrates through tho heart, the tear which freshens the dry wastes within, the music that brings childhood back, the prayer that calls the future near, the death which startles us with mystery the hardship which forces us to struggle, tho anxiety that ends in being. —Chalmers. H7" AN EXCHANGE notices tho marriage of Miss Angehno Braham, daughter of tho great vocalis., and adds "Wo congratulate the bridegroom upon his pfivelege of repo sing, even on earth, upon A. Braham's bo som." IT WAS a maxim of Gen. Jackson's "Take time to deliberate ; Dut when the hour for action arrives, stop thinking and go in." [Two Dollars per Aunuu. ' NUMBER !). | Is IT TRUE? —Is it true that there are in I tbc world 070,000.000, of our fellow creatur es who are still bowing down to stocks and stones ignorant of the living God; and all this in a time emphatically called, "The ages of missions." Is it true that in our own land the Sabbath j is openly legally desecrated by liquor and other traflic, open railways and excursion I parties, with may habitual customs? | Is it true that there are every year at least I 8,000,000 ot quarters of grain used in ma i king spirituous liquors, the bane and curso j of the people? j Is it true that the issues of the inlidel and ; moral press are far above the religious, and j that while the land is Hooded with worthless I and immoral publications, sound religious , papers are eomparilively rarely to be met with! *■ > f And liually is it true that by far the great er portion of professing Christians never effectually aid in the work of evangelization, save by an occasional subscription of tem porary effort? Reader, what are you doing for Christ? Is it not well to call yourself to account for the manner ip which you have spent your time? , Have you got neurner to heaven ? Answer ! to God and your own conscience in view of 1 the judgment seat of Christ ? LANDS. —Brigham Young talks of going to the Sandwich Islands as a safer place than the United States to set up his polygamous institutions. King kamehameha's subject | will not ptobably be much corrupted by the many wived system being introduced among them, and Brigham is probably wise in try ing it on the South Sea savages before he attempts to revolutionize the fixed morals and domestic institutions of civilized and Christianized countries. Mormonism and its spiritual wife doctrins can have no foot hold out of Asia and if Brigham keps on his western hegira, he will soon find himself back among the semi civilizud and luxuri ous Mohammedans whence his lascivious practices sprung. He has traveled over this continent trying to find a resting place, but the moral atmosphere this side the l'acifio seems fatal to the growth of such an abotn - iuation, at least on such a widely extended plan as he contemplates. THE I. E. MANIA. —"We cannot compre hend," says ail exchange, "why that re specliblo English letter Y should de discard ed from the termina'ioivof Christian names, and two letters 1 and E substituted? It does not save lime, and it is possible £ e, as an ending, are not a bit more refined or elegant looking, than a noble y, with its tail winding off into a graceful flourish." We have be fore us a calaloguo of the young ladies of a "Female College," loacted less than a thou sand miles distance, and find the good old y quite knocked out of sight. At' present, it is Bottie and Polie, and Sallie and Mollie; Fatinie and Mattie, and Peggie and Pattie; Marie and Kittie, and Addie and Mittie ; Jennie and Nettie, and Josie and Ilattie, and many others, too numerous to mention.— But the grand finale of this I. E. versus Y. mania, is that the other sex are adopting it —cubstautial Billy Moody have recently effeminized himself into Billie Moodi*, Esq. CONTENT is the tranquility of the heart; prayer is its aliment. It is statisfied under every dispensation of Providence, and takes thankfully its all allotted portion; never in quired whether a little more would not be a little bettor; knowing that if God had so judged, it would have been as easy for him to_have given the more as the less. That is not true content which does not enjoy, as the gift of Infinito Widson, what it has; nor i 3 that true patience which does nor sutler niekly the loss of what it had, because it is not His will that it should have it lon ger. • [Hannih More. tJT A~ French Engineer was traveling upon an old Ohio steamboat. He observed to the captain: "But, this engine is in a very poor condi tion." "That's so,' was the reply. "And how long do you expect to run it?" "Till it hurts,' was the cool reply. After passing the next landing place there was one Frenchman less on board that boat. fi r Winter, which strips the leaves from around us, makes us see the distant regions they formerly concealed; so does old ago rob us of our enjoyments, only to enlarge the prospect of eternity before us. C 7"" How is coal this morning?" enid" a purchaser to an irishman who was working in a coal-yard. " Black as iver" replied Pat. TV Philosophers say that shutting tho eyos makes the hearing more acute. A wag suggests that this accounts for so ma ny closed eyes at church during sermon time. If a man cannot find esse within himself it is to little purpose to seek it elsewhere. The groat business of life is to watoh over yourself. Second thoughts have novelty to guard against that. Long words like long dresses, frequently hide something wrong about the understan ding. Honesty is a term formerly used in casa of a man who paid for his newspaper and the coat on his back.
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers