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puiLosopnr of life.
- lie who seeks on earth repose,
Is bereft of common sense;
Soon the day ol truth would close
In the tiight of indolence.
. -Mind hath much to leant below ;
Knowledge hourly must be sought,
Ever seeking truth to know,
.Wisdom comes with work and thought.
le is not the friend of man
Not his own. it cannot be
Who pursues a selfish plan,
Bat-king neath his own tig tree.
Tie's a noble man who feeks,
'Mid the world's love, toil, and strife,
Right ; and givelh, as he speaks,
Thought to thought, and life to life.
Ever to hia onward way,
Beauty, grandeur, he describes ;
Or in summer's azure day.
Or in winter's stormy skies.
Bless'd the mind to which is shown,
That there is on earth, in heaven
Ever something to be known ;
Tis the greatest blessing given.
. Ever mind most mind employ ;
Ever must receive and give ;
Etill lo learn, is to enjoy,
And enjuyiug is to live
A STAB IN THE DARK.
"Some years ago, in the city of New Or
leans, Gaston Kolt, a money broker, of re-
. puted wealth, sat in his private office,
awaiting the presence of the young cashier,
Charle? Lewis.
Mr. Holt had told Charles that he wished
to see him at 8 o'clock in the evening; and
; the clock was striking that hour when
Charles entered the office.
"You wished to see me, Mr. Holt?" re
marked Charles a manly and handsome
j oulh of twenty three and speaking with
coldness that would have startled the
proud broker at any other time.
' "Take a seat sir," said Gaston Holt ; 'l
have something of great importance to say
. to you.rf
'It cannot be of more importance that
what I have to say to him," thought Charles,
as he eat down facing his employer, who
was evidently puzzled how to begin his
conversation. At lengih he said : .
"Mr. Lewis, yon have been in my em
ploy nearly three months, I think V
"Yoa are right sir," replied Charles.
'lf yoa were discharged, Mr. Lewis, you
' ' would find it very difficult lo be engaged
: lsewhere."
"Yery tree, M'. Holt; New Orleans is
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crowded with applicants for all kinds of
.employment
v -M Yon are also largely indebted to me,Mr.
- Lewis, for money advanced."
'I am indebted to yoa Mr. Holt. I was
cnuch indebted to other when I entered
your office ; but at your earnest solicita
lion I allowed you to assume those debts
-debts I incurred by becoming security for
. those whom I thought, not only honest, but
personal friends. I am very grateful ?"
aid Charles Lewis, quickly.
' "Certainly."
'Prove that gratitude, Mr. Lewis. To
give yoa a chance lo prove it, I have de
sired this interview," continued Holt.
"I trast my industry anJ ability." began
Charles, much astonished al the sudden
paleness that swept over Mr. Holt's dark
countenance. ,
" 'Iknow I kcew, of course," cried Mr.
Holt springing op, and pacing the floor.
lint I demand a stronger prool ; 1 demand a
sacrifice. Yonng man, I am informed that
' -yoa are aboot lo marry." - m
Charles flashed crimson, bet remained
silent; while Mr. Holt having worked him.
ell into a passion, resumed :
'At least I know that you and Olivia San
cinithe Italian's daughter, have plighted
jour vows!" '
'That is true, Mr. Holt. The matter is
, wholly ber's and mine," said Charles ris-
- ng in his torn, and drawing himself very
erect "I see no reason for its introduction
here,' sir." . V
'I will give yoa a r8ason,Charles Lewis,"
: paid Mr. Holit in a slow, deep tone. I love
Olivia Sancini.'.'.. v
' "Yoa! What!" cried Ciarles, starting
tack. ! "I was not aware that yoa had ever
' ' ceen bsr."
"You know it now, Charles Lewis ! And
new I demand that yoa shall immediately
relinquish and forever, all pursuit of her
tar. J. Coree, she is only a fruitraan's
daughter, and a joung saan of appearance
nd fine prospects can surely make a high
er rnatch than to Ked the daughter of Jer-
ne Sancini." -
'' '! rsight cake the same remark to Mr.
Caston llch," retorted Charles, with sting
ing control pi, end spsaking harshly; ''for
Olivia Sancini S3 worthy of the "noblest.
Yoa demsad tod msch, lit. Holt. I Yoa in
BLOOM SB ORG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY JANUARY 2, 1861.
upon making her my wife," exclaimed Mr.
Holt. "Beware how you stand in my way!
1 am a bitter enemy, Mr. Lewis. 1 saved
your reputation in assuming your debts ;
remember that !" ' .
"I have not forgotten, if f-'Mr. Holt my
reputation as a business man, but not as an
honest man. Were I to live a thousand
years, I should never place my honesty in
jeopardy."
'You refuse ! , Yoa assume a high crest
to me, Mr. Lewis !" criey Gaston Holt, bit
terly, and clenching his hand. '1 will dis
cbarge yon ; I will strip you and your moth
er of every dollar you have. I will crush
you to thejlusspith a load of debt. Young
man, the debtor is a slave a soul-slave to
bis creditors."
"I owe you, Mr. Holt this amount," said
Charles, drawing forth a pocket book and
coonling upon the table a roll of bank
bills.
"There is what I owe you ! Give rae a
receipt in full and take it."
"How came yoa with :his money?" ex
claimed Mr. Holt, as he summed up the
amount, and gave the desired receipt
"A small legacy left to me by my moth
er's brother," he remarked, as he secure-J
the receipt. ."And now Mr. Holt, I am cut
of your power, and voluntarily out of your
service. Gratitude is not due to a man
who pretends generosity to gain selfish
ends."
"I will blast your name, Charles Lewis!"
cried Mr. Holt. 1 am a dangerous enemy ;
and for my life, henceforth and forever I
am yours i
!4I am warned in time," replied Charles,
buttoning his coat over his broad breast.
'Had you not desired an interview with
me this evening, I would have demanded
one of you, Gaston Holt. I meant to place
certain papers, accidentally iu my posses
sion, in your hands; but 6ince you are to
be my enemy, I would bo a simpleton to
throw away the weapons chance has given
me.
"Whal do yon mean, yonng man ?''
"I mean, Gaston Holt," replied Charles,
"that I have discovered that I have been
toiling for a forger. This day I discovered it.
I intended to give you the proofs of your
guilt, that you miht destroy them; and so
have proved my gratitude for supposed
kindness, would have ceased to bo your
debtor and cashier al the same moment, I
shall retain these proofs; I have them in
my pocket now, I will not use them against
you unless I shall have cause to suspect
you are determined to continue the dishon
orable practice, or unless "
"Unless what?" said Mr. Holt, livid and
fierce.
"Unless yoa presume to think of Olivia
Sancini," aid Charles as he turned to leave
the office.
"Take this with you !" cried Gaston Holt,
springing at him, and striving to plunge a
dirk into his bosom.
But Charles was strong and vigilant. He
caught the descending hand of the infuria
ted man, and with a powerful wrench hurl
ed him upon the floor.
"Assassin and forger ; ' yon shall hear
from me to-morrow," said Charles, as the
disarmed villain glared at him from the
floor.
Then turning, he slowly departed.
"If he lives till daylight, I shall be ruin
ed !" exclaimed Gaston Holt, springing up
in dismay and rapidly following Charles.
He soon overtook him in the blreet, and
facing him whispared :
"Be merciful, young man ! Give me two
days to close up my affairs, and then I will
leave New Orleans forever."
He begged so pitifully, and seemed so
heart crushed, that Charles consented, only
stipulating that ihe rascal should leave the
country.
"I will ! I swear I will !" said Holt.
They parted Charles going toward his
home in the upper part of the city, while
Holt hurried elsewhere in search of Jerome
Sancini, the father of Olivia. He found him
in bis favorite drinking saloon, and taking
him aside, said :
'Yoa have work lo do Jerome."
"Yes ! what i it, senior ?" asked Jer
ome, a swarty, evil browed fellow, whom
no one would suspect to be the father of bo
lovely and amiable a girl as the fair Olivia.
Yoa are about to lose, a large sum of
money, my friend Jerome. I promised you
a certain amount in case I became the hus
band of Olivia. Yoa know Olivia is not
your child?"
'Yoa and 1 only know it, 6enior," re
plied Jerome.
"Not us alone."
"Who else suspects ? She cannot. She
was young; when I stole her from her pa
rents in Italy, that she knows nothing of
her origin."
Her father is in New Orleans.
''Ah ! can he suspect V
Not yet Jerome. But I wish her to be
my wife before the rich Italian leaves for
Cuba. Yoa sold me the secret of her birth
for a good round sum, and yoa shall have
thrice as much when I am her husband,
Suppose you would go to her lather and tell
him v . ' :
"Tell him!" cried Jerome. 'The old
man would dirk me on the spot. He is a
magazine of gunpowder, that old man. He
wronged rre yonder in Itlay, and I've had
a good long revenge on hirn. Tell birn, !
my wife might, if she met him, for she has
grown very pious of late."
Well there is work to be dono in haste
Unless you put him out of the way, 1
shall never have a chance to give you any
more money, Jerome."
'So so ! I understand," said Jerome, set-
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ting his teeth hard. "So you know, senior ern prison conducted on the solitary system.
Holt. Last night I had occasion to stop j Slowly we passed down the long, melan
Olivia ; she was very impertinent, you see choly corridors now and then entering
and Charles Lewis saw it saw me slap her . one of the cells, to exchange a word of hu
ears ; not hard, oh, oh ! and he threatened J man cheer with its louely inmate utterly
to pound me if I ever dared to touch her Jonelv. but for the muta cnmnanmnhin of
again. You see he suspects Olivia is not j
my child. Mywife has a tongue entirely
too long, and she esteems that young fel
low." "I have said enough, Jerome" continued
Holt, placing a roll of bills in the despera
do's hand. "If he lives three days, I must
leave America, and you."
"You shall not leave, Senior. 1 will at
tend to this little business."
After much more villainous discourse,
the pair separated, and Gaston Holt return
ed to his office.
It was after midnight when he stole forth
into the street, muttering .
"I must secure those papers; he said he
had them with him. He never lies. I
know the room in which he sleeps ; it is
easy of access. He will keep those papers
on his person, or conceal them in his room.
In either case, if Jerome does for him, the
papers may be found and so ruin me ; and
I think I had better trust my own hand
rather than Jerome's. At all events, I will
try for those papers at least look about
for I am in agonies of dread."
He hurried on until he paused before the
modest residence of Charles Lewis.
The darkness and stillness of the hour,
and the open window of tho yonng man's
room, tempted him. He easily scaled the
little fence before the fcoue, and gained a
noiseless entrance into the room. It was
by no means the first time Gaston Holt had
found himself in so dangerous a situation ;
and having taken off his shoes before he
scaled the fence, he began to advance step
by st.ep into the apartment, with which he
was quite familiar from former visits of
feigned friendship. He paused and listen
ed intently, but heard no breathing and
knowing the position of the desk in which
Charles kept his private papers, slowly
groped his way thither. He reached it,
wher. a slight noise attracted his attention
toward the window and as he glanced thai
way he saw that some dark body had drop
ped into the room as noiselessly as a
cat.
Filled with terror, he sank behind the
bed so that he stood between it and the
wall.
The next five minutes was of horror to
him, for he could neither see nor hear any
thing. He wondered that he could not hear the
breating of thj sleeping Charles; and sud -
denly conceiving that the bed was vacant,
he swept his hand sohfv over it. The bed
was vacant.
J'No doubt he or some one saw rae enter '. Ban ine imenlon9 01 1,3 mower ceil .
and is after mo," thought he, as au icy IIow BlranS anJ eaJ 11 oeemed ? The
sweat began to pour from his lace and i earlh haJ ahnost made lta .miSay revc,u
bosom. l'ons around the sun passing through all
He waited and listened. The suspense lhe wonderful changes of the season,
was a horror. Again he heard a slight , through the countless phenomena of nature
noise ; and by its nearness, he kuew the in- j since this bady was born in prison, and 6he
truder was not far from him. ; knew nothing yet of Spring's fair bloom, of
Gaston Holt unsheathed a heavy knife, j Summer's glory, of Autumn's ripeness, of
and cautiously retreated, hoping to pass . Winter's splendor nothing of winds, or
around the head of the bed, and thence to ! waves, cr woods, or birds skies, or rain or
tne window, whence te escape. j
When he reached the head of the bed, he'1
found it close to the wall, he could retreat '
no further ! Listening intently, he detected
a soft, gliding noise, as if a mass of cloth
ing was being pushed toward him by hair
breadths. Pausing no longer,he sprang for the window.
His hand and foot were upon the still when
the intruder sprang upon him, and plunged
a k a L .. w i i
him in the shoulder.
Gaston Holl turned upon his unknown
enemy with a savage curse, and struck
back swift and fierce.
There was a deep groan; and Gaston
Holt bounded into the yard, leaped over the
fence not forgetting to secure his shoes
ere he fled like the wind. At the next cor
ner be paused and listened. He heard no
disturbance.
"He is finished !" he muttered, after a
few minute! of conversation ; and then,
congratulating himself that he na d escaped
so well, hurried to his home an. I entered
unperceived by bis servants, and went to
sleep, muttering: ''If I had the papers
now, I should be perfectly happy. But I
shall be summoned there early in the morn
ing, and will have excellent opportunities
for search. On the whole, I thick I will go
there early ansummoned, and be the first
to see it
He had been asleep less than an hour
when his room was broken into by a squad
of police, and au officer slapped him on the
shoulder, saying : "I arrest yoa for the mur
der of Jerome Sancini, in the house of Cbas.
Lewis !"
"Ah ! then it was Jerome !" cried Holt in
dismay, and swooned with terror.
It appeared that Charles had been de
tained down town until almost morning ;
and when be entered the room, he fonnd
Jerome lying on the floor, nearly dead horn
a terrible gash on his breast.
Knowing he was dying, Jerome confess
ed all that he had stolen lha re to assassin
ate Charles, although he had agreed with
Holt to defer the deed till next night.
His confession restored Olivia to the bo
som of ber happy father,whence she was afa
terwarda taken for life by Charles Lewis.
Jerome Sancini died where Le felt and
Gastcn Holt is still serving under an inex,-
THE B1BE IN THE PRISON.
BT GRACE GHEEN WOOD.
A few years ago, I visited the grand mod-
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his labor that primal penalty of sin, trans
formed into a consolation and a. blessins.
Occasionally we passed at a ceil, but did
not enter, being invited by the warden to
look in upon the prisoner through a minute
loop-hole in the heavy iron door. Thus I
gazed upon some of the most hardened and
hopeless criminals in the Penitentiary as
they bent over lapstone or loom, or stood,
at the carpenter's bench, all unconscious
that a human eye was dwelling- on them .
watching the dull gloomy face, the melan
choly movements, with the sorrowful awe,
a sombre curiosity, a shuddering but
yearning pitty. The women looked thin
ner, paler, more haggard and desponding
than the men though, some seemed to
make a desperate effort at defiance. It is
hard to defy solitude, silence and that dis
mal annihilation of identity, where one's
very name U merged in the number of
prison cell.
Evidently these things told more upon
their spirits than on those of male prisoners,
and the more quiet and monotonous nature
of their occupations seemed to weary and
wear upon them. Their eyes met ours
with a dull and stony expression, or retreat
ing with shy, evasive glances. Yet the
most sad and sullen among them followed
us to the cell door with a look of longing
and mournful envy, more touching than the
wildest appeal for freedom and human
companionship.
On the floor of one of these cells, we
found a little child a baby girl, somewhat
less than a year old. The sight surprised
me, as the appearance of La povera picciolut
the poor little flower, springing up from be
tween the flag stones of his prison yard,
surprised the sad captive of Finestrelia.
A pale and sickly blossom this seemed,
though not without a certain plaintive beau
ty in ber wan aud wistful little face. She
was very fair too fair there seemed no
sunshine in her veins, no stir of life in the
pale golden hair which hung dejectedly
about her waxen forehead. The eyes were
blue but of the dull, uncertain hue of vio
lets that have grown in deep shade. I fan
cied they might have caught all they lacked
of light and color from the run of the gleam
i of running waters, or the rich depths of
summer skies. The7 had, loo, a 6trange
blank look from striking eter against pris-
1 on wa"3 1 thouSht- They certainly had
not eaScr dislinct reachea of expression,
oat from the eyes of happier chil-
! dren. Was the infant's sight dwarfed to
snow. I fear her little feet had never been
set in the grass, her little arms never been
thrown round a pet or play fellow. I fear
she has never looked into the heart of a
rose, or the face of a little child. Surely
the sight of either would have kindled a
faint momentary flush in her pallid cheeks.
It was a cloudy, showery day, and double
i rcl Tauc"
. duu ruuuo uui, aiiu ecui a Liau ucaiu
through the high, narrow, grated window,
J to fall on the prison floor beside the child.
For the first time, I saw the little creature
smile, as she bent forward and clutched
eagerly at the dancing ray. It was a pretty
yet piteous sight that instinctive, hungry
grasp at ber small ration of God's free sun
shine her crumb fallen from the Master's
table while the whole outside world were
feasting half unconscious, and all too un
thankful, on the rich, life giving bounty.
In another instant, a pittiless cloud swept
over the sun, and the radient stranger was
gone. Then the bereaved baby cried, in a
6ilent old way, which showed one that tears
were more native to her than smiles. The
mother took her up, and strove lo comfort
her with a few feeble love words and lan
guid caresses. Then t regarded the moth
er. She was little more than a child her
self, "going on eighteen," she said and
looked a weak, inoffensive creature, with
no muscle or fibre desponding, listless, a
frail and sorry thing for the law to wreak
itself against. The babe ceased weeping
presently, but began again, as we drew
near, biding her face against her child -mother's
breast.
"Don't mind her ladies," said the mother,
"she's a puny, 6cary thing. She ain't used
io strangers, and don't seem to take kindly
to prison-life, for all she was born to it. I
hope she will be better when we go out,
but I donl' know. Yoa see she didn't have
a fair chance at the start; I fretted so much
fore she waa born, and a good bit after -She
don'l know what it is to be lively and
cheery like other children. I think a little
fresh, open air would do her good, and she
ought to 6ce more folks, especially young
folks. I know am a poor hand to bring
her up, I feef so old, and its go dismal
away and care for it till your term is out?"
I asked.
i naven i goi any inenas teat Know i
am here but one, and he's in too," she re- j
plied with a faint flush. "Some of the !
prison visitors have offered to 'take care of
her, but 1 can't live without her. I should i swim over to the other side, notwithsland
fret myself to death in a little time, and I i ing all theclamor and opposition that could
am uui hi iu uio. i expeci io nave a naru
lime to live when I get out, but if I don't
do wrong again it will be because of my
baby ; 'pears to me God has got hold ol me
there."
Let Ub trust that he has a sure, eternal
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hold! Let us hope that tV.s sorrowful pic- j wilh Prometheus ? or tremble below the
aola this little drooping flower, springing precipice in company with the Danaides."
from a sinful love, bedewed with tears of or a5sifit Sif:yphc8 13 rolling h;3 8tonei
shame, nurtured in prison gioorn, may yet I NO) eaid Mnos non0 0 these ; we
instruct the mother's simple heart in the ( mnst invent BOWQ 8Cverer punishment
divine lesson of virtue, and breathe into it j Let him be sent back to the earth, to see
the balm of God's peace. the U6Q his beir8 are makin2 of his riches."
This young mother, I was afterwards told
was sent here for larceny, for a term of two
years
She had been a servant girl, and
had stolen from her mistress a diamond
brooch. Wbother Irom the promptings of
evil counsel, or the sudden, wild temptation
of girlish vanity, or from an insane, inborn
propensity for thieving, Bhe committed the
crime, I know not. At all events the pen
alty was a hard one.
Sure the poor girl was loo young to be
beyond the hope of reformation through
milder means. For all the diamonds in
Victoria's crown, I would not deprive an
unfortunate sister, so young, and but lately
so innocent, ol uou's tree t.r ana sunstune
lor two long years condemn her to meet
her time of peril and pain to bring lorlh her
first baby, in a prison cell.
But a little while ago, a noble lady of ;
France, robbed a jeweler of a set of costly
diamonds, that she might shine peerless at
an imperial lete, and the penalty which
she had suffered (from society, not the law)
is banishment to her chateau in the coun
try. There, though rage and mortification
may gnaw r.t her proud heart, her children
will probably forget her shame in their own
freedom, and bless the exchange from the
tiresome splendor of Parisian high life.
Since the day of my visit, that great mod
el prison, that imposing caravansary of
crime, with its hundreds of unhappy in
mates, representatives of almost every of
fence towards God and man, has for me no
memory so pathetic as that of the baby born
under its vast roof.
I often think of her, and wonder, and
conjecture many thing. Did 6he continue
to droop and pine, with a strange importu
nate instinct for light and freedom, till one
day sudden darkness 6wept across the nar
row grated window, and the little faint
sunbeam of joy that lit the ceil was with
drawn for ever ? Had tho poor picciola
withered among the prison-stones? Had
ever a little coiin been carried through that
low, dark doorway, and down the long si
lent corridor, with no moorner following ?
Had God 60 loosened his hold on ihe moth
er's heart, or lightened it?
Or had deliverance come otherwise?
Had she gone forth, led by a mother's hand
clinging to her mother's side, a white, shy,
E'.artled little creature, out into the great,
wide, bewildering world? Had nature min
istered kindly to her now-found child, light
ed her dull eyes with gleam of thought
and joy, kindled something like bloom in
her wan cheeks, burnished her hair with
gold, and quickened her languid pulses
with pure air? Had she gro'vn familiar
with the starry sky aud the grassy earth ?
Had she learned to play, and to laugh aloud
unfearlul of prison echoes?
Must the shadow of that prison follow
mother and child through life, a cloud of
shame and suspicion ? Or will the world
prove merciful and forgetful ? Will virtu
ous, Christian people give them a chance
to live honestly and happily, and so redeem
the past error ?
Who can tell? But in the memory of
the poor baby in the prison, let us pray
thai ihe unfortunate, the happy, the inno
cent, may learn to be wisely charitable
toward the errors of youth, lenderly helpful
toward the friendless and unfortunate, hope
fully toiling lor the bringing of the time for
which the great burdened heart ol the world
yearn3 unceasingly. Then nature will fill
the unroofed prison cell with bright sun
shine, nd vail the crumbling prisou turret
in a green oblivion of ivy.
Then every babe 6hall be born heir lo the
full wealth of human love and care to the
full joy and freedom of life then none shall
rob the least of Christ's little ones of its
best inheritance, its share in the blessing
uttered ages ago in Judea, for all lime, and
lor all children of every land and race.
Sy Amen. The first lime I to'ok my eld
est boy to church when he was two years
old, I managed, with, some carresses and
frowns and candy to keep him very still till
the sermon was half done. By this lime
his patience was exhausted, aud he climb
ed to his feet, and stood on the seat, look
ing at the preacher (his father) quite intent
ly. Then, as if be had hit upon a certain
relief for bis troubles, he pulled me by the
chin to attract my attention, and exclaimed,
in a distinct voice, "Mamma, make papa
say Amen !"
Tut papers are bragging of an invention
by which leather can be tanned in ten min
utes We have seen the human hide, how
ever, tanned in five. Oar schoolmaster
used to do it occasionally in two.
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A miser being dead, and fairly interred,
came to the banks of the river Slyx, desi- I
ring to De ierneu over along wit a the other
ghosts. Charon demanded his fare and
was surprised to 6ee the miser rather than
pay it, throw himself into the river and
be made to him
i . .
All Tartarua was in an uproar; and each
of the judges was meditating some punish
ment suitable to a crime of 6uch dangerous
consequence to the infernal revenues.
"Shall ha bft chained tr lha riick alonf
Let me tell yon of an adventure of a little
seven years old friend of mine. Ike H
who is sufficiently mischievous to claim a
cousinship, at least, with Ike Partington.
Ike strayed away to the 'raging canal,'
one day last week, and, of coarse, fell in.
A benevolent boatman fished him out. Ike
cared not to go home ; so he went damp
and despairing, to a clerk in his father's em
ploy, and submitting to him the following
ingenious proposition :
"Dr. S., you whip me, and tell pa it'3 all
settled."
jar entry?'
A Clergyman observing a poor man in
the road breaking stones with a pickaxe,
and kneeling to get at his work better, made
thin remark :
"Ah ! John, I wish I could break the
stony hearts of my hearers as easily as you
are breaking these stones."
The man replied :
"Perhaps, master, yoa don't work on
your knees !"
A young lawyer of Bloomsburg wrote to
an old limb of the law in Illinois, which
reads thu3 :
"Is there an opening in your part of the
conntry, that I can get into ?''
Answer ''There is an opening in my
back yard, about thirty feet deep, no curb
around it. If it will suit you come on."
A Lawyer on his death bed willed all his
property to a lunatic asylum, statin g as his
reason for so doing thai he wished his prop
erty to return to the liberal class of people
who had patronized him.
It is a singular fact that a woman cannot
look from a precipice of any magnitude
without becoming dizzy. But what is still
more singular, the dizziness departs the
very moment somebody puts hia arm
around her wiast to keep her from falling.
Queer, isn't it ?
"Landlord," said a commercial traveller,
"you do me too much honor you let me
sleep among the big bugs last ni;jht." ' Oil,
don't be too modest, my dear sir," said the
landlord, "I doubt not they have Eome of
your own blood in their veins."
A Clergyman had a milk-white horse,
which, on account of its beautiful form, he
called Zion. Havir; ordered his horso lo
the door, a friend asked him where he was
going. "Why," said he, "lo Mount Zion."
Wanted About 340 good looking young
men to stand in front of our churches and
stare the young ladies out of countenance,
as they pass out of church. Those wish
ing an engagement should apply immedi
ately at the station houo.
m m m
Senses returning From latest accounts
we learn that the inhabitant of ''Goose
Island" have concluded not to secede from
our glorious union.
Wk believe That 'tis sweet for friends
to meet and chat al the firesids hearth ; bet
would it not more sweetness lend, to have
some dear and loving friend without one
though: to mar to read aloud, to that hap
py crowd, the contents ol the Starl
Tub proof of a pudding is in eating ; ihe
proof of a woman is in making a pudding
and the proof of a roan is in being able to
dine without one.
Somb people's highest idea of content
merit is to sit in the house aud see others
get Etuck in the mcd.
Wht is a chicken sitting on a fence like
a cent ? Answer The head is on one side
and the tail on the other.
Whejt does a cow become landed estate ?
By turning her into ihe field.
Not so That a person can walk Lever
ing street after nightfall without, endanger
ing his neck.
Scarce very "Spondulicks" and brev
itieswish our friendi would furnish the
former.
That's -Never be idie-alway. ba.Vto re.b)ji,d ud";Z?lUVi99V
something to do.
many a garden roves,
Xhomi lhe ,ay of courtship oe'r;
teut when he findJ.h.ag.CAv.e'.h-' '--. i,.,
NUMBER 52.
The London Times,
. Vron lm,r;c, nr,,riKllfD. . ,i,.-wL
er dcV Eure, the following account of a visit
to the London Times printing establishment i
I have visited, at London, the printing
office of the Times. It is truly something
great and wonderful ; there is no where in
France anything of the kind to equal it.
At the starting of the paper in 1791, the
Times consisted of only a single page, and
was printed by a hand-press, which struck
off one side of two hundred sheet per hour.
In 1814 Kamig made a press which struck
off 1,800 sheets. In 1827 Applegartb, aid
ed by Courier, constructed a hew one, on
which 4.000 to 5,000 copies could be print
ed. In 1828 the same Applegarth estab
lished his famous vertical machine, which
I examined, and on which 10,000 copies
per hour are struck off. Since 1828 the
managers of the Times have erected anoth
er machine, with horizontal cylinders,
which strikes off eight copies at once, or
about 12,500 per hour. These two presses,
which make, while at work, a deafening
noise, and which can be stopped at a mo
ment's notice, are moved by a steam en
gine of forty-five horse power.
Adjoining the room in which is the boil
er, is a closet containing white marble
bathing-tubs, intended for the workmen in
the establishment. It cost ninety guineas.
A compositor on ihe Times must have
passed an examination, showing that he
can set at teast 40 lines of 56 letters, or a
about 2,240 letters per hour. The price
paid for type-setting is lid. per thousand
letters, at which rate the compositor can
make from 25 to 30 francs in an ordinary
day's work. This amounts to about $5 a
daj. There are 124 compositors employed,
50 of whom are occupied solely in setting up
advertisements. Five or 6ix stenographers
take notes of parliamentary proceedings at
Westminster, and return every quarter of
an hour to the newspaper office, to put
their copy in 6hape and let the composi
tors have it without delay. In this way it
often happens that a speech delivered at
two o'clock in the morning appears in the
journal which is struck off at six o'clock
and distributed al seven.
The editorial room is large and well light
ed. In the centre is a huge oak table, and
around the room are little desks furnished
with every convenience for writing. Ad
joining, is a dining-room for the editors,and
the archive-room where are stored all the
files of the Times siuce its foundation.
Next to the archive chamber, I saw the
proof readers' moms, where are hundreds
of dictionaries and encyclopedias, in all
languages and relating to all subjects. A
dozen proof readers are employed during
the duy and another dozen daring the night.
They have an eating-room adjoining that
where they work, and their meals are pro
vided al the expense of the establishment.
On another story is a small room where
are printed the registers and envelopes for
the mail papers.
Every one of the editors living in London
carries with him a nnmber of envelopes
addressed to the Times, so that in any place
where he may happen to be, at the theatre,
the races, or elsewhere, he can send by a
special messenger his copy to the office.
The foreign correspondents have envelopes
of read paper, which are sent immediately
on their arrival from the Post OiRce lo the
Times office.
Supplies of paper and ink are constantly
kept in readiness. Four thousand pound.-) '
of ink are used each week. The paper is
weighed in the establishment by a very in
genious machine. It is also postmarked ou
the spot.
The journal appears every morning and
evening. But sometimes during the day
special editions are issued when important
news demands. This extra edition can be
prepared in two hours.
When I visited the establishment it waa
one o'clock in the day, and ihe news had
just arrived of the death, at half past twelve
of Albert Smith. At halt-past two tho
Times appeared with his obituary.
The administration of the Times has noth
ing to do with the supscriptions lo the pa
per. Smith, of the Strand, sees to the mail
ing of the papers for England, Europe, and,
indeed the entire world. Mr. Smith lakes
thirty thousand copies a day, sixteen thou
sand of which he receive at 5 o'clock in
the morning, and dispatches them by tho
carriers at six o'clock. The other number
of the Times are bought by one hundred
and seventy news-dealers, who pay in ad
vance. They order each day the number
of copies they will need for the day follow
ing. They pay thirty - centimes for each
copy, retaining it at fifty centimes! Tho
management of the paper lose something
on each sheet by selling it at such a price,
but look to the advertisements for their
profits. The charges for these advertise
ments are, of course, very large, and
the amount must be considerable, as the
revenue of the Times reaches to nearly fivu
million francs. I was told that one of the
proprietors of the Times had given as a dow
ry to Wm daughter the roouey accruing
from one advertising page of thpr-r lor
one year. -
The wear -!- . ' v 11,8 Per
ine weajn w- . .
which reians in ihia
pelBTishm.nt - 7.. . . "
.9.4m vui.-a every two
years the lower stories of the building
In the museum I w ,v
with which, some lea years ago, Z work
menoftheostahii.hrJL. . 0,k
T seen a pro-
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