it ) - i i W, II. JACOBT, Proprietor. Truth and Right God and our Country. Two Dollars per Annum. VOLUME 12. BLOOMS BURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 3,1860. NUMBER 39. r WJLU; 1 JiiLo I P STAR OF THE NORTH rCBLISHKD ITIRT WBDXESPAT ST WH. J!. JAOBT, Office on Sian St., 3d Square below Market, TERMS: Two Dollars per annum if paid Vithin six months from the time of subscri bing : two dollars and fifty cents il not paid v it hid the year. No subscription taken fur less period than six months; no discon linnance permitted until all arrearages are paid, unless ? t the option of the editor. The termt rj advertising wilt be as follow t : One square, twelve lines, three times, $1 00 Every subrequent insertion, 25 One square, three months, . . 3 00 One year, 8 DO A DEflJCSATIC C1UPA1G.X Sd.G. Air "A old Lang Syne.;' Come, rally round the nation's flag, And catch the nation's ong. Hing forth our party ba'tla cry, In chorus loud and inng, "For Breckinridge and Lane, my boyt !" O'er valley, hill, and plain, The cry now echoe through the land,' "For Breckinridge and Lane ! ' We fuht, 'lis true a mighty host, A host of every hue ; Bat truth and right will nerve us on, And bear us bravely through, For Breckinridae and Lane, my boys, In forum and in field, Have met and vanquished betler.foes To these they'll never yield. O'er Btena Vista's blood stained soil O'er Mexico's domain, bed. Fame spreads her scroll; there high iuscri- Siand Breckinridge and Lane. Brave Breckinridge and Lane my boys, Who led, 'mid shot and hell, And gallantly won victory, Ouce more will lead us well. Our flag floats proudly on the breeze, Its motto waves on high "The Constitution and the Law By these we Itve or die." B ave BreckinriJge end Lne, my boys, Will yield tnat banner never, Their stalwart arms will bear it up . Till hand and heart shall sever. The rallying cry is heard afar ; New England's granite hills The Western wilds the sunny South The air with cLoros nils. "For Breckinridge and Lane," my boys, Let speech ar.d song now ring ; Democracy's two noble sons Great victory will bring. With traitors to our father' cause For which they fought and died With those denying -equal rights,' We cannot be allied. Though party faction we deplore, No brother love we feel For those who trample on the bond Our fathers' blood did seal. Then shout for Breckinridge and Lne Come, join the rallying cry, "The Constitution Equal rights!" By these we live or die. Ko North's) prayers o'erSouih'rn wrongs, No sectional distrust We'll drive all discord to the winds Make traitors bite the dust. Hark ! hear the Eagle, as he sweeps Through )onder azure sky, Sream out in tones ot victory, Our alorious ba'tle cry " 'For Breckinridge aud Lane," my boys ! And hill aud dale ana in Catch up the echo and repeat -For Breckinridge and Lane !" FIVE MINUTES' WORK. BY MRS. V. D. CAGE. "Here, Lizzie, I wish you would put a few stitches into my coa; it's gettiug too shabby." It is so, Frank ; but 1 really think you had better take it to the tailor." "Take it to the tailor ! . By George bat that's a huge idea. Why, there's not five minutes' work to be done, and the tailor would charge a dollar." "I suppose he would ; but I don't see bow I can do it to day.' Walter is fretiul, and jou know be kept me awake all night." "Little imp ! it does seem to me there never was so cross a young one " ' "Oh, uo, Frank, he's not cross ; he's teething." "Always some excuse. We'll you must mend my coat anyhow." ' 'Til try aud find lime." "Try ! just let him squall ; will do him ood strengthen bis luugs." "Then you know, it' ironing day." .' Well, how many more excuses? I'll pat hoc rips and all, if you're to make .aach s fuss." '. , . "Oh, no,' Frank ; I did not mean to make fuss ; bat it's a long job, and one I am not much used to; and, with my dinner to .get, and baby, and ironing. I do not see, et, how I can get it done. Bat I'll do my W . ..... : . .' ,; Such was the conversation that passed freiween a young husband and wife of eigh jeen months' standing. : Frank Barton was - what the world calls A real driver. He made anything that went through his hands ioare to his own benefit Everybody liked him because be was so frank, and withal, so honest and upright in all bis dealings with bis customers. He was well educated for a business man ; lived in society; bad made op his mind that he could support & wits, and, accord ing to his reckoning, save something to boot. Yes, to be sure be could. .There were six dollars a week for board, ono dol Jor s dozen lor washing, ajjd ihen quarters and dimes' innumerable for taking hii lady acquaintances to ride, to the theatre, to ice cream saloons, balls, operas, &c. c By George f- h-s exclaicoed. as he cast np his yearly account, 'that's huge It's enough to t:sak a fallow. A thousand a year ! It . So he applied to Lizzie Forsyth, the best and kindest girl among his acquaintance, to help him along in his good resolves, and was soon in possession of that admirable burden, 'to be supported,' a wile. Lizzie'was a good, sensible girl, and was soon tired of boarding. A snug house was rented, and the work of supporting a wife began in earnest. The five rooms cost two hundred dollars a year, and were ptettily furnished. Lizzie preferred to do her own work, washing and all, and being expert with her needle, now and then found unit to make a dollar extra. Then as it was a i little lonesome for Frank, he brought home several clerks, as day boarders, al four dol lirs a week. Still with all (his, he would tell his acquaintances how much les it Osi him to live. Now he supported a wife, he never seemed, for a moment to realize that she it was who was saving all these expenses, aud that, if he had not earned a dollar, her busy hands woulJ have paid the rent, aud kept him from tu Ting. So the matter stood t when he asked her to mend his coat. Lizzie drew a deep sigh after he was gone, and hurried her dishes away as fast as possible. The coat was of broadcloth, and was his wedding garment ; but it was so well nigh wearing out, broken under, the arms, the cord and lining in rags, and sieve linings broke loose, buttons worn off in fine, theie was nearly, if not quite, a steady day's work. She sat down to the coat with a hearty good will, determined to do her est. Her ned!e flew, but every moment it had to be lain down, to see to the dinner or hush the baby. The hours wore away, and though she did all she could, the job was still quite unfinished at sundown. Waller cried quite incessantly. He looked pale, and his eyes were dim.' .She remembered Frank's words, 'Let him squall, and did let him cry a half an Lour or more. Oh, how it wearied her to hear her darling cry for its mother. The tears swam in her eyes, as she thought of her hard day's work, and of the want of ap preciation of her labor's. She knew she was making the old coat look almost as well as new. But he could never think of the '.oil she put upon it. 'Ami what if he don't?' she mentally ejaculated ; 'I shall in my own spirit know all I have done, and that is enough. '-Still she was longing, long ing with sickening heart, to have her labor recognized, to hear him now and then speak as if her work was of some avail. 'There i no more than five minutes' work, and tl e tailor would charge me a dollar,' kept ring ing in her ears. But Lizzie was strong hearted, as well as loving and dutiful. So she shook of her discoittent and putting on a -smile, took up the baby, and sung her prettiest lullaby, carried him round, with his little head on her shoulder, while she filled the tea-kettle, and set the table now and then setting him in his crrdle, and chirping to him, as she did those things that required both of her bands. Tims she worried through supper getting, and with much managing had all tilings ready by the time Frank came in with his companions. 'My coat done, Lizzie? No, not quite-' 'That's a woman for ye, boys. One half of them would let a husband go out at the elbows a week, before they would tnrn a fide from any plans of theirs. All the iron ing is completed, I'll be bound. A hit it so Lizzie?' ' Lizzie was taking her biscuit out of the oven, and the young men did not see the deep flush of pain. that flafhed over her weary features. Will you bring in a pitcher of water, please?' she said, pleasantly, not seeming to have heard the question. 'There it is again ; when I was a bach. I had nothing te do but hand my coat over to a tailor, pay him a dollar, and it was done in a jiffy, and no grumbling. No water to fetch when a fellow's tired either. Lizzie was tired, sad and nervous ; want of sleep and the exhaustion incident to nur sing her beautiful boy, now so near sick the hurrying to get lime for the mending, not to speak of the disappointment in put ting aside her own plans, thus throwing her baking and ironing into one day, for both roust be done on the morrow, or the clothes would mildew, and the boarders do with out bread all this was too much. Lizzie could cot endure bis badinage, though half playful, for she knew well, that, if some such thoughts were not in bis mind, they would' not hare , found their way to his lips " She hastily set the biscuit upon the table and saying, simply 'supper is ready,' step ped into the bedroom, and burst into tears. Yoo may call her a fool if yoo will. 1 do not. You might as well ask the withered leaves not to fall, .when the autumn gale sweeps through them ; as well ask the flow ers not to suffer the morning dews to exhale in sunshine, as to ask a tender, loving sen sitive wife to withhold her tears, when she knows she is wronged. She may forgive, she may look cheerful an hocr after, bright as the sky when the cloud has passed but she mutt feel; and it is only when her beautiful nature is destroyed; when as is often the case, the very trails of a charac ter which won a husband's love in the be ginning are cbUterated ; when love turns to hate, that she can bear from' slight.or exaction with unmoved indifference- Li2zies tears did not flow long; her heart gained its natural relief, and afier'preten- (which she actually did.) she bathed her eyes and came o t, washed her dishes, and sat down again to the coat. Frank sat watching her flying fingers for an hour or two, and he laughed and talked with his friends thinking to himself that ev ery turn would be the last. At nine o'clock she set the last stitch. New facings had been put in, and new pockets, the holes under the arms neatly patched and darned, new cuffs, ntw buttons, and new linings all round. As she finished she looked tip, with still a shade of sadness upon her brow. 'There, Frank, I have mended your coat throughly. I guess it will last another year now.' - 'Quite a job, wasn't it? took longer than 1 thought,' said he deprecatingly. How much clear cash have you made to day, Frar.k?' asked Lizzie in an earnest tone. 'What do you want to know for!' was his answer. 'For my own satisfaction. Certainly 1 should tell an interest in all your affair,?' Well, I think the shop has cleared twenty dollars.' 'How much do you count your services worth?' Not less than five dollars a day.' How many hours do you labor?' 'Ten is the legal time now-a-days. 1 don't generally work that many. But what are all these questions for?' 'Because Frank, we are husband and wife We expect to live the rest of our lives to gether, and if there is harmony in our mar riage relation, there must be justice and right. You call upon me daily to appreci a'eyour labors, and remind me of the com fort and support you are giving me, and 1 feel that I appreciate anything you do. You have earned five dollars to-day, and the shop has cleared twenty. Yet to save you one dollar, I have worked ten hours on your coat, and six in getting your break fast, dinner and supper, and making your home pleasant and comfortable To save you that dollar, I had to hurry all-day, to put all work out of line and to really neglect our darling boy, vho should be our first care, and the last thing that t-hould un der any circumstance, be set aside.' I had no idea, Lizzie, it would be such a job.' l know yon had not Frank, so 1 shall freely forgive you, but must insist that here after I must be allowed to be my own judge of what work I had best do, and shall not expect to be threatened, nor hear myself accused of being willing to do my duty.' r.,ni- f-li the force of the words, and sat ' i silent. 'One thing more, Frank, I want to say, while 1 am about it. I don't want you to talk aboat supporting your wife. I will not be supported while I am able to support myself. I find on looking over my dooks, j that the profits of my labor amout to five , . .. i- i . i. u i r ..,trl dollar a wees, anu me iuaiu ui jum-cu myself, and the baby inside. Then I do all your extra work an? my own. All this sa vin has gone into your capital to be inves ted, and to help make your twenty dollars a day. Out of this comes the five dollars ! the worth of your day's work, while I must ; labor with really weary limbs, and aching i head and eyes, to save a dollar, in the men- j ding of an old coat, which, when done, j would not sell for the amount of your ten ' hours work.' j 'You are making out a pretty strong case j against me Lizzie.' No, Frank, not against you; I could not ; do that ; but I am stating facts. One thing more. I have been at work three hours j since supper while you have been entirely idle, not even rocking the cradle, which I ; have been obliged to do half a dozen , i times. ; Lizzie don't say another word, and I'll . never do so again,' cried Frank, springing from his chair to jog the cradle, where the' sweet boy was nestling. You shall never mend another coat.' Yes but I will,' answered Lizzie, advan cing to the cradle, 'only don't tell me ten hours work can be done in five minutes, nor ask me to let the baby squall again.' She lifted Walter from the crad e. They stooped to kiss his fair, rosy cheek, but made a mistake and kissed each other, while Frank whispered: - 'God bless you, Lizzie, I never thought of this before. I won't do it again.' . Six years have gone by, and Frank has kept his word. Tht Simple Sccrkt Twenty clerks in a store. Twenty hands in a printi.ig office Twenty young men in a village. All wan' to get along in the world, and all expect to do bo. One ot the clerks will rice to be partner, and make a fortune. One of the compositors will own a newspaper, and be come a prosperous and influential citizen. One of the apprentices will come to be a master builder. One of the villagers will get a handsome fame and live like a patri arch. But which is destined to be the lucky individual? Lucky? There is no luck a bout it. The thing is almost as certain as the Rule of Three. The young fellow who will distance his competitors is he who roasters his business, who preserves his integrity, who lives clearly and purely, who. never gets into debt, who gaics trends by deserving them, aud puts his money into a sating bank. There are some ways to fortune'lhat look shorter than this ihe old dusly highway. But the staunch men of the community, the men who achieve something rea'jy worth hay ing good fortnne, good name, and a serene The Orphan Boy's Dream. A little fair haired child laid its pale cheek against a pillow of straw, i It had toiled up ihree pairs of narrow, dark stairs to go in'i: miserable garret, for it was a little 'bound' boy, that had neither father nor mother ; so uo soft bed awaited its tired limbs, but a miserable pallet with one thin coverlid. It had neither lamp nor candle to lighfen the room, if such it might be called ; still that was not so bad, lor the beautiful round mood smiled in upon the poor bound boy. and almost kissed his forehead as his sad eyes closed treamily. But after awhile, as he lay there, what a wonderous change came over the place. A great light shone down, the huge black rafters turned to solid gold, and these seem ed all studded with tiny, precious stones. The broken floor, too, was encrusted with shining crystals, and the child raised him self upon his elbow, and gazed with a ha'f fearing, half delighted look upou the glori ous spectacle. One spot on the wall seemed too brghl for his ii-ion to endure, but presently, as if emerging from it, came a solt while fignre, that Blood by the poor bound boy's bedside. The child 6hut his eye ; he whs a little frightened, and his heart beat quickly, but he lound breath to murmur "Tell me, who are you ?'' "Look up, be not afraid," said a sweet viioe that sounded like the harps of Heav en ; "look up darling I am your brother Willie, sent down from the angels to speak with you, and tell you to bear all j our tor row patiently, for you will soon be with u-." "What, yon my brother Willie? Oh, no, no, that cannot be. My brother Willie wa very pale, aHd his clothes were patched and torn; and there was a lump on his back, and he ued to go into the muddy streets and pick up bits of wood and chips. But your face is qui'e handsome, and jour clothing is prettier than I ever saw before : and there is no ugly hump on your back. Besides, my brother Willie is dead, long ago." "I am your brother Willie, you immortal brother; rny body with the ugly lump is dead and turned to ashes; but just as '.hat died, -I went up to the great heavens and saw sights that I cannot tell you about now, they were very beautiful. But God, who is your Father, and the holy one of eternity, gave me these brighl gurments that never got soiled, and I was o happy that all ex cept my face wa changed very much, and I grew tall and straight ; so it is no wonder you do not know me " Aud lio the little bound child's tears be gan to fall. "Oh !" he exclaimed, "If I, too, could go to heaven V "You can go," rep'ied the angel, with a smile of ineffable sweetness 'you have learned how to read ? ' "Y'es a litile." "Well, to-morrow get your Bible and fini! very reverently for it is God's mott holv book these words of the Lord Jesus "But I say uato yon, love your enemies ; bless them tr;ai hate you, and pray for them that despitefully use and persecute you." ' Do all these, and you shall be the child of your Father which is above." "Even if they beat me !' murmured the little bound boy, with a quivering lip. A ray of liht flashed across the angel's face as he replied, "ihe more you forgive, the nearer you will be to Heaveri '' Jn another moment ihe vision had gone, but still the moon was all blazing with un earthly radiance. As ihe httle boy fell back upon his pil low, his wan face reflected the angel's smile, and he thought, "1 will forgive them, 1 even though they should beat me." j Suddenly a more mimical voice than the former fell upon his ear. This time he wa not a'raid, but sitting up in his miserable couch, he saw a figure lhal seemed to lift itself to the wall ; a ray of intense bright ness oulined all its form ; its eyes blazed, yet ihere was a mild beauty in them every time the looked into his own. "Lmle one, I am your father," said the form, in melting accents. I don't think you can be my father,'' whispered the toy timidly. "My father used to look very old indeed ; and cot hurt and wore a crutch; ihere were wrinkle tm his face, and all over his forehead, and hi hair was short and white; not long like yours. And my father used to -tiop over, and wear a little black apron, and pot patches on shoes in a liltltf dark room." And what else ?" "He oed to pray and sing very swpt!v, but I never hear praying and ringing now,'' sobbed the child. "Don't cry, dear little boy, but listen to me, I am )-onr father, yonr immortal father; , that poor, lame body is gone now, mingled with the dirt in the grave yard. As soon as the breath left that deformed body, I was wilh the shining angels, hosts and hosts of them bore me up to heaven ; and the King of that glorious place clothed me in thee robes, white and stainless, and gave this tall, beautiful body, which shall never feel corruption. And this was the reason, dear little orphan, because 1 loved Him, and my delight was in praying to Him and talking about Him ; and although I was very poor. I tried to be honest, and many times went hungry rather than do wrong. And you never iorgot to say your little pravers that 1 taught you if you will keep God's holy commandments, and trust in him always, One more the child was left alone, but s ill the rafters were golden, the walls pear ly, the old floor studded with brilliants, and the (ame solt, mysterious light over all. A strain of holy music fell faintly upon his enraptured senses ; it grew louJer and came nearer to the head of his little bed And then a voice oh, far sweeter than ei ther of the others sang : "My child, my little earth child, look up on me, I am thy moiher." In a moment what emotions swelled the bosom of the lonely boy. He thought of her cherished tenderness to him long years ago, of her soft arms round his neck, her gemle lips pressing r his forehead then came up the cruellies of the stranger, who, after she had been put away in the deep ground, treated him harshly. He turned towards her ; oh, what a glori ous being ; her eyes were like stars; her hair like the most precious gold ; but there was that in her face ihat none other might so truly know. He had doubted if the fmt risen was his brother, it the second was his faiher: but not once did he doubt this beau tiful being was his own dear moiher. A little he kept down his strong feeling ; but ihe ihouuht of the pa: and the present overpowered him. "(), mother, mother," he cried, stretch ing forth his hand, "let me come to jon, let me come : there is nobody in thi world like you; no one kistes me now, no loves me ; oh, mother, mother, let cotne ;" and the hot tears rained down one me his cheeks. "My orphan child," shejsaid, in tones that thrilled fim to the heart, "you cannot come to me ijow, but listen to me. 1 am very often near you when you know il not. Every day I am by your side ; and when you come.to ihis lonely room to weep, my wings encircled yoa I behold you suffer, but I know that God will not give you more sorrow than you can bear. When you re si i the evil, I whisper calm and lender thoughts unto your soul ; but when you give way to anger, when you cheiish a spirit of revenge, you drive your mother from you, aud displease the great and holy God " 'Be good, be happy even amidst all your trials; and, if that is a consolation, know that thy immortal mother often communes wiih thy soul- And further, thou shal: 60on be wilh ine." . Oh ! mother, mother, mother," murmur ed'the boy, springing from his bed, and striving to leap towards her The keen air chilled him. he looked eagerly around there was no light,solemn stillness reigned the radiance, the rafters of gold, the silver beams, the music, the angels, all are gone. And then he knew hejhad been dreaming; but oh ! what a dream how slregthening, how cheering ; never, never would he for get it. The next morning when he went down to his scant breakfast, ihe was a ieautiful se renity upon his lace, such a sweef gladness in his eyes, that all who looked upon hini forebore to taunt or chide him. He told his dream ; and the hard hearts that listened were softened : and the moth- er who held her own babe was 4o choked ' with her tears that she could not eat ; and the lather said inwarJly that henceforth he would be kind to the poor little orphan boy, and so he was. The child found his way into their affections; he was so meek, so prayerful, so good ; and at the end of a twelvemonth, when the angels did, in very deed, take him to heaven, the whole family wept around the little coffin, as if he were one of their own. But they they all felt I that he was in the bright heavens with his i .... . brother, mother. his father, aud his dear angel A Ghot Several weeks ago, a married lady, residing in the Sandwich Island, i cair.e to this city for health, and boarded al house in California street, woke in the nighi j atid distinctly saw a phantom of her fus band, which she supposed to be her living hnb;ind, and in lhal supposition, called to her son. a boy ol twelve years of age, say ing Henry, here's your father!' She got up and advanced toward the fig ure which di-appeared. It disturbed her very much ; notwithstanding the fact that she had leu her husband in vigorous health at Honolulu a few week before, she feared "real y that the vi.-io:i indicated his death or fume dire calamity. U'i.e.i she went down to breakfast in the morning, a gentleman, boarding in the same house, noticed marks of weeping and endeavored to get her in good humor. She told him ih cause of her uneasiness, and he atrempted to remove the unhappy im-pres-ion Irom heriniud, but failed. The impression couiinued in her mind that her husband was dead, ai.d she conclu ded to return to her home on the first boat which she did. A few days alter her de parture, a ve-sel arrived from Honolulu wiili news that her husband had died. His death, however, did not take place on ihe day when she saw the vision, but a week previous to it. Alia California. "Whcrc are you going i ' said a young gentleman to an elderly one in a white cra vat whom he overtook a few miles from Little Rock. "I am coin 2 to Heaven, mv son : I have been on my way there for eighteen years. "Well, good bye old fellow if yoa have been traveling towards Heaven eighteen years and got no nearer lo it than Arkansas, I'll take another route." HIE LAST LINE OF TYPE. 'Tis ihe last line of malttr, Left tlattdinp! abme, AH the rest ot the column, Lies down by the stone, No typo will own it, No Foreman high, To talk lo one kindly, ho mourns over pi. I'll not cause thee, vist ruin, But sadly dMIore 'Twas ihe work of the "devil.' Who 'scaped through the door; Now cruelty leach me, Some exquisite wa)' Of mayhem and torture j-l.e "Devil to pay.' Thus, thus It is always Some J n ible trick, From if at imp of destruction, Meets galley and ttick. When Jormt ara corrected. More errors have grown, Aud now I'm determined To let 'em a'oue! Guide to happiness a young lady's arm. Some people's highest idea of.content ment is to sit in the houfro aud see others stick in the mud. An Irishman tells of a fight in which there was only one nose lft in the crowd, and that belonged to the tay-keltle. Npxt to God, v,p are indebted to woman, firxt for life itself, and then for making it worth havi-ig A Souih Carolina Fourth of July toast : Woman to her virtues, we give our love ; her beauty, our admiration ; and to her hoops, give way. Never refuse to ray the printer when you have read his paper for a year or more. A man who does thi, is mean enough to steal rotten acorn? from a blind Aog. A young girl once committed suicide be rau?e her mother refused her a new bonnet. Coroner's verdict "Death from excessive spunk" Shon,' said a Dutchman, 'you may 6ay what you please 'botit bad neighbors, I had tie vor.-t neighbors as iiever was. Mine pics ami min hens come home mit dere ears split, and todder day two of them come home missing. A crast of bread, a pi:cher of water, and a thatched roof, aiul'lovr there is happi- i ness for you, whether the day be rainy or i snny. Ii is the heart that mkes the home j whether the eye rests upon a potato patch i or a flower garden. In Cincinnati an Irishman became angry at a negro and broke ix or seven bricks np on his head without doing t im tho lea-t injury. The negro who was perfectly cool during the operation, exclaimed : Struck away whit? man dis chile don't mind dera pebbles no how ! yah ! yah ! A Hint for Learned Pheachebs A learned divine was in the habit of preach ing so as to b rather beyond the compre hension of village hearers. The squire of the parish met him one day, and atked him what the duty of a shepherd was? To feed his flock, of course." 'Ought he, then,' asked the squire, place the hay so high that the sheep cant reach it?" Sentimental Our "Devil'' wer.t out to see his ''sweetheart ' the other niiiht. and i on his return we aked him how matters were progressing, when he replied : ' I clasped her ti-iy hand in mine; Kmhraced her slender form ; I vowed to shield her from the wind And from tho world s cold storm. She sal her beauteous eye on me ; The pearly tears did flow, And wi ii her little lip he said 'Dod Masi'vou kiss me beforo vougo,' 'Wife, bring me some cold beef,' said a shiftless husband, when for the first lime in his life, he discovered that he was more hungry than thirsty. .There is no beet in the house,' was the mild reply. 'Fetch me some pork, then.' 'No pork, either.' Well, then, let me have some potatoes,' 'Not a potatoe left.' Thunder and lightning ! get me some bread, then. 'The bread's all gone ' Well give me a knife and fork, and let me go through the motions. A committee Man in School. A sub committee of a school board, not a thousand miles from the city of Lynn, awere exan.i- 1 ning a class in a primary school. One of the committee undertook to sharpen up their wits by propounding the following question: "If I had a mince pie and should give two twelfths to John, two-twelfths to Isaac, two-twelfths to Harry, oand should keep half of the pie for myself, what would there be left?"' There was a profound study among the scholars, but finally one lad held up his hand as a signal that he was ready to an swer. "Well, sir, what wonld there be left? Speak up loud so thai all can bear," said the committee man. "The plate !" khouted the hopeful fel low. The committee man turned red in the 1 face, while the other member roared aloud. leiiuliful Insiancc of Faith. Wa have t-eldom met with anything'so tOLchirg us the incident recorded below, L is so strikingly illustrative of ihe nature of faith, a simpla childlike t rest in God as an ever ready helper in the t me of need, and it exhibits so beautifully ihe nature of real prayer, a calling upon God for help, with the perfect assurance that he hears and will answer with relief, that we can not refrain from commending it to our read ers, old and young, as a, lesson as well as a touching incident. The Horne'sville Jour. j naf state that ihree young children of Mr. and Mrs. J B. Hawley, of that place, went into the woods on Saturday to pi k berries without the knowledge of their parents, and wandered till they were lost. Not re turning before evening, the anxious parents in company with nearly one hundred oth ers, started for the woods, and at length succeeded in finding them. It seems that after having picked enough berries, they thought it time to return home ; but ou turning about for ihat purpose, they could not find the road or any way out of the woods. They sat down on a log a long time, finally giving up that jhey were lost. Marj, the eldest, said lo the others: "Lit us pray lo God lo help us to find our way ou','' and all kneeling down with hands up lifted, they prayed for deliverance. Tney then took a s.ew start, and soon found whorileberrie plenty, vith which ther satisfied their hunger. The little ones now commenced calling aloud the names of tha family. Carrie, the youngest, calling re peatedly for milk, and complaining of fa tigue, sai down to rest. Ida, the second, was tired and sleepy, and would rather stay there than try any longer to get oul. Mary then stripped bark from a de&d tree, laid it on the ground for a pillow, covering it with leaves, and laid the two youngest down, and it was getting dark, and sha again knelt down to pray for deliverance, and that God would take care, of them. She had made up her mind to stay thera the night, knowing that she could not find the way out herself She knewthe night would be long and the little ones might wake before morning hungry, so she filled her pocket with wiutergrens to pacify them every few minutes during the time calling upo'i the different members of the family. When found, ihe two youngest were keeping, and the eldest, not yet ten years of age, was ujion her knees prayinj. Eziminer. Washiugiuu m a Muriu. From all accounts when General Wash ington was in a passion, it was a grand one, with just ihat 6ort of intensity that gives us an idea of suppressed power of a strength we do not quite see. In the volume recently prepared by the executors of Richard Ruh, entitled 'Occa sional Produc ions,' we find an anecdote illustrating thi. When in 1791, the officer arrived with dispatches announcing the de feat of St. Clair, Washington was at dinner. His Secretary, therefor?, left the table to receive them; but the messenger said his I instructions were to deliver Ihem in tln Washington in person. The Secretary re turned, and Washington left the table to see the officer. On coming back, he made an aj'o'ogy for his absence, but said nothing of the business, and maintaind his usual affa bility during the whole evening. At tea o'clock the company had all gone, aud Mrs. Washington retired, leaving only ihe Gen eral and his Secretary, who described the scene. Washington walked tLa floor for some minutes, and then sat down. But it wa plain that he had been suppressing a strong emotion. Suddenly hej'broke out; 'It's all over St. Clair's defeated routed the officers nearly all killed, the men by wholesale the rout complete too shock ing to think of and a surprise into the bar- ftra a.t i gain : ne unerea mis wuu great rehe- mence, paut-ed, got up and walked the room, then directly stopped short and broke out : 'Ye, here on this very spot I took leave oliiim ; 1 wished him success and honor ; "you have your instructions,' I said, from the Secretary of War.' I had a strict eye to them, and will add but one word beware of a surprise. I repeat il Leicmeof a s'irptise you know how the Indians fight us. He went off wilh that as my last sol. emn warning thrown into his ears. And yet to suffer that army to be cut to pieces, hackeJ, hutched, tomahawked, by a sur prise the very thing I guarded him against! O, God, O, God, he's worse than a murder er ? How can he answer for it to his coun try ? The blood of the 6lain is upon him, the curse of the widows and orphans, the curse of Heaven.' While making these exclamations his frame shock,and be tossed his hands wildly. The tempast passed, and Washington, seat ing himself, said iu a calm voice, 'this must not go beyond this room.' Another and a longer pause and he 6aid in a lower tone, 'General St. Clair shall have justice I will hear him without displeasure he 6ha!l have full justice.' The Dbocth iv Texas Ended Raiv It has riued nearly every day during the last two weeks past. Otlr dry and thirsty land has become a pool. The face of the country, which a few week ago presented the appearance of an arid desert, now wears ihe garb of spring. It is surprising to notice th change which has been wrought on every thing aronnd'u in the brief space of two weeks. All nature smile, and the co n cast faces of men be gin lo brighten and glow in sympathy with our resuscitated and gladdened mother earth. Ihe San An onia river ha been r
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