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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.