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-L JIMIUJIJ l
WliJT I LIKE.
BT COUSIN MAT CAFKrON.
I like a sunny morning,
And sonny laces too ;
I like to meet with old friend,
And sometimes meet witit ' new.'
I like sweet songs at twilight,
When he sunset's in the west,
T like them all, but still, roy friends,
The're not what I like bent.
1 like to watch the moonlight,
1 like to cull sweet flowers,
I like to dance, when music
Fills up the golden hour.
t like to build air castles
- When all the world's at rest,
Yes, these I like ; but still yoa know
I do not like them best.
'I like to go to mee.ting,
. When I've got something ne w ;
I like to go in pretty late,
; And sit in the front pew !,'.''
I like to eat pine-ice cream
II it must be confessed :
All these I like; but. after ail, "
1 do not like ifcem bet.
I like a nice flirtation,
In seme cool, shady spot ;
1 like a beau to fan roe, -
When the weather' rather hot.
! like to so to parties,
In witching splendor dress'd
Indeed I do but still good loiks,
1 do not like it best.
"But listen ! 1 know some one,
-"i'AYiih such a dashing air,
And such a splendid moustache ! ,
And tuck sweet curling hair !
Who says this hand heart will .
Make him. oh ! so blest !
So I'll be Mrs. Someone
. And tuat's what I like best.
Mrs Tompkins' parlor was in app'e-pie
order. Not a speck ol dust on the shining
piano, not a stray shred on the velvet car
'pet , not an atom of ashes under the well
tilled grate. For Mrs Tompkitiwas one
ol those thrifty -souls who kept up1 -appearances
in spi.e of everything, and deligh; in
handsomely-furnished pariors.'. while the
kitchen is stilted to the very closest degree
She was flying about, shaking out chair
covers and arranging the ltufw china orna
ments cn the mantel, in a manner that be
tokened a considerable amount of inward
disturbance. There was a jerk to her eltow
aud a to-s of her head, which foreboded
woe to somebody or other.
"I am clear out ot patience !" ejaculated
Mrs Tompkins at last. I don't believe
therr ever was a poor mortal half so badg
ered as I am with poor relation. Why
couldn't Harry have married a rich wile
while tie was about it, instead of Mary
Glenn, who wasn't worth a red cent only
a governess at that ? And now the poor
boy is dead and gone; and lelt his do'.l
baby of a wife oa my hand. I declare it'
enough (o make a woman crazy! Doa;t
see why I should be obliged to support her
because the happaued to be my sons wife.
Why can't she go to work, and do some
thing? Too much of a fine lady, I s'pose,
with her white hand3, and long . curls, and
pink-and-white cheeks. Never brought up
to do any chores about the 'house. Can't
wash dishes, nor make- biscut, not do any
thing useful. I am tired of this sort of busi
ness." . ' . , . , -
And just as Mrs. Tompkins made this
emphatic assertion, the door softly swung
open and a delicate girl of scarcely more
than eighUteen summers glided in. Her
deep mo am ing dress gave additional fair
ness to a complexion that was like snowy
wax, shadowed with the softest rose-tint of
the cheek and lips; and the timed, fluttering
glances of her dark eye indicated her posi
"Can I assist yoa about arranging the
parlors, Mrs. Tompkins!" she faltered, as
if uucertaa how her offer might chance to
be received. ------
"No Mrs. Tcmpklna "Junior, you can't
said the old lady, with a toss cf hercapbor
der. "I couldnH think of allowing, such a
fu'iftlady to soil her white Sogers about my
work. -. There, you needn't go to crying.
1 don't believe in people that have such
"I did not intend to cry," kiurmnred riOor
Mary ; "but indeed 1 could not help it."
"I tell you what it is, Mrs. Tompkins Jo
nior." said the bid lady, wra:bfullyr "we
may as wait corns' to an understanding first
as last. Zephaniah and me ain't rich, and
we've a big lamily of 5 our own, and that
poor, dear Harry, our elder boylha3 been
dead and gone a year." - Here Mrs. Tomp
kins mechanically pulled oat a red-bordered
pocket-handkerchief, and made a'ran
dsra dab at her eyes. "I don't see that
you bars any particular claims on us. So
yoa'd better look out for a situation as gov
rernsss, or do some plain sewing, as soon
3 yoa can, for to speak ray mind, you've i
Izza spongia' cn us about Jong enough !":
.Mrs. Tompkins fctoppei, with her mouth
i':.cl together like a steel trap". Her daugh
r r-i t-J fro-n rery pa!; ::
'And while I am about it.' 'continued the
old lady, 'l may as weil say that Hetty
don't like it because yoa insist on eettcn'
in the parlor every time Colonel Bedcliffe
calls. He's worth a jsool half million,
Zephania says, and our Hetty makes a
catch of him, why, the family fortune's as
good as made. Of course, when Hetty is
Mrs. Col. Redcliffe, yoa won't expect her
to notice yoa much she may give you
some sewing to do once in a while, but
my gracious, there's his crrrage at the door
this minute, and he was here only yester-,
day! Biddy, run up and tell Miss Hetty
to put on her pink dress, and take her
curls out of the papers Col. Redcliffe's at
ihe door. Yon can sit in the kitchen while
he's here, Mary, and peel the potatoes
for dinner, if it isn't loo common, work for
your lily fingers? Hetty don't want you
pry-in" "round when her beau's here!
Run quick !"'.
And as Mrs. Tompkins Junior disappear
ed, Mrs Tompkins Senior opened the door
with a simpering smile.
'Dear me, Col. Redcliffe, who'd have
thought of seeing you.' Do walk in we're
highly honored, I'm Bare !"
Col. Redcliffe was a tall, elegant looking
man. whose wealth and st'ation in society
fully warranted the calm dignity with which
he bowed to Mrs. Tompkin's adulation.
"Take a teat on the sofa, Colonel' chat
tered Mrs. Tompjtins. 'Won't you tit a
Utile nearer ihe fire? Not cold, eh? Well,
it ain't freezing like it was yesterday, to be
sure. "I hope you wan't get impatient."
she giggled ; Hetty will be down in a
" IFAo will be down?" inquired Colonel
Rdcliffe, looking op from the book , which
he was carelssly turning- over, with some
astonishment expressed in his fine leatures.
.'Hetty my Daughter !"
'I beg your pardon," said the Colonel,
quietly, "there is some mistake here; I
called to see your daughter-iu-law, Ms.
Tompkins " ; .
.'Hrry's wife !" gasped the mother-in-law.
Hint" o i ',.1 p,t!;fr., c.
Allan, mAJA kUI " Jit. I llCUbllUCj O0 '
yoa are the nearest relative and guardian at j
present, it may be weii lor me to mention
to you that 1 intend making her an oiler of J
marriage. Her beauty and grace render .
her a fit wile for any man, and 1 am proud
u think I have won her affections. Of
course, 1 may reckon upon jour sanction
ami approval !'
'Ye, yes, !" Muttered Mrs. Tompkins,
who was completely taken back by the
sudden overthrow of her Aladdin vision i
concerning her red-haired daughter Hetty." j
still it was something to keep 6o much j
wealth in the family
I'll call her, he said, huraidly, (lipping :
out of the room just ;n time to arrest the
triumphal,! entry of Mi?a Hetty, with her
curls all in a quiver of hair oil and cologne
"Go back, Hetty ! the exclaimed in a
strange whisper; you're not the one that's
wanted ! li s Harry's wife !"
And tie shot do u stairs as last as pos
ib e. -
"Mary5 Dear !'" she said, ia the softest of
tones, you're not peeling potatoes ? Weil
) ou always were so obliging. Give me a
kiss, love I always did say Harry's wife
was just like my own daughter ! Now run
up . airs into the parlor, and tee what Col.
RedcliOe has to say to you !"
Mr. Harry Tompkins was uncertain at
first whether her respectable motherin-law
was not a linlrf demented. , Never before
had she listened :o uch solily affectionate
cyilables from the old lady, and he weut
op ttair like one in a dream-
"And when may I call you mine, dear
eot V was the parting qnesliou of Col. Red
cliffe, a he held that fair young widow to
; Poor Mary ! It was eo long since she
bad heard the accents of lore and kindness,
and now to be chosen bride of one to
whom the world looked ou in admiration
ah ! it seemed too much happiness !
; '-Remember 1 shall not wait long ! he
added carelessly smoothing dowq tho jetty
tresses. "The sooner I ' lake you away
Irom thia vulgur aud uncongenial atmos
phere, the better." '
"Vulvar and uucongenial atmosphere I"
gai-ped Mrs. Tompkins, who was listening
at the key-hole. "Wei! I aever I"
"Mary, dear," she said that evening, J
shall be verj sorry to lose you. You've al
ways Leeu like my own child, havn't you.
Come and kiss me, there's a love and
be sure doa't forget your poor dear mam-ma-in-iaw.
when you are married to Col
Redcliffe ! Hetty, come here and congrat
ulate your dear sister ! I wouldn't have
given yon up to anybody else, ; but Col.
Redctide is a man that deserves yon."
Mary smiled quietly- she was of too gen
tle and iorgiviog a nature to resent even
the hypocrisy of her mother-in-law and in
the bright future opening before her. she
had lorgivness for all.
; Harry's wile is going to te married,
said Mrs. Tompkins to one of her gossips
soon after. - , ., ...
"What! that lazy, indolent, good-for-nothing
" : . 1
: 'Hush-eh-sh !" cried the bid lady clap
ping her hand over Mrs. Syke's mouth.
''That was all a miotake- bhe,s a dear
sweet leve !" ' ' ' -
"Oh ! said Mrs, Syke, ;':thsn I conclude
she's going to marry tich." z , - - .
:; "Yes," said Mrs. Tompkins, complacent
ly ; it will be such a trial to part with her.'
And such is the weakness of poor human
nature, that the good eld lady hud actually
beiHjvea what she said.
What are we Fighting for ?
. - tii
It is a curious hallucination that posessei
the minds of fome radical menj who, when
they read of a fugiiive slave sent back, or u
negro turned out of camp, like any other
strolling non-combatant, start up in fury
and ask : "Is it for this the life blood of thj
nation is spilled? is it for this we are fight
ing?" Why no, gentlemen, . it is not f r
the negro, fur his freeJom or for his ensiai
ing, that wo are fighting Why can't you
nel it into your heads that this .war pract -cally
and theoretically, has nothing to do
i with the negro ? It is a war of white men,
in a country settled by white men, ir
habited and ruled by while mcu,and the war
is for the good of white men and white men
only. Yet these tame gentlemen seem o
argue in a manner -eatislactorily to tbeni
relves, that when it is admitted that we a e
not fighting to enslave , uegroes, the co i
vere most be true, that we aie fighting ;o
free negroes ! A cotemporary gave us the
other day a sad picture of a wounded sol
dier, perhaps a dying man, who nad si f
fered in the war, and demanded if re
thought all that man's suffering was for
naught, connecting therewith the no.i m
that it was for the negro's freedom that w
had suffered and hi comrades had died -A
thoui-and probabilities to one that it the
man were a?ked whether he had ode ted
bis life on the al er lor the cauae of the
negro, he would repudiate the idea with
Never since the world was madu did a
nation pour out itd treasure, its greatest
Ueaure, the life of its youih and manhojd,
as this nation has been doing. In ev:ry
mountain fasir.e, on every plain of he
North, there is a cottage lrotn which a tion
or a brother has gone to the battle fielJ.
In every city, viliage, and hamlet, Jiom
the prairies to the ocean, old men tit sad
eyed, and mother look out of the wind w,
through blinding tears, for the return of the
brave who have answered their count y'a
call. Does the wind shake the trees with
unaccustomed violence, there ure a mil ion
throbbing hearts that beat quicker, ever in
the hours of eleep, Ieit the sound betoken
disaster from the field of blood. Does the
morning Creak pleasantly with the Voft liyh;
of June, so p!eamit in the old- times, t lere
is scarcely in all the land a home to ve!-
come the son with glaJness, an eyt to
brighten with the cheerof tha summer i ght
The land mourns. Old women go lowering
to the grave for lack of the support -fine
stout arms that lie nerveless by ' the J'oto
mac or. .'.He. .Tennessee. Young eyes are
darkened with long grief and young hearts
are brokpn with the long long wailing, and
the terrible t-tory that comes at la-t. This
is what they have done and suffered who
are at home. And is all this for the lory
of the past, the Union of the Fathers . the
land ol Washington ? .
And they who have gone, the hnnlreds
of thousands who have given themi-elies to
the baitlrt, what have they gone lor ? They
have endured, have suffered, have.fcught,
have fallen, in the cause, for which they
have enlisted. Their graves are all along
the banks of our mighty nver. For what
have they died ? , Follow one man o" that
army from his home through all that I e has
s ufe red ; consider all that he has lo.-' . He
was young and strong, aud he had hopes
before, aud affections around him He
brok the bonds of home, bonds knovn no
where on earth to strong as here, il a gav
himeelf to the nation. He elept in the
winter nights under ihe snow or und;r the
fetars he iived in one year as long, f r ex
posure and'suffering and pain, as mrst men
live in seventy. He fought in baltls after
battle. The worst enemy that he mot was
the fierce camp fever that grasped him in
hoi conflict. In his delirinm ilia cool
breeze of the old home wa3 on his forehead,
and in his calmer hours he remembered the
well at his father's door and longed fir it, us
David never longed for the water of the
well of Bethlehem. Who can piint the
terrible story of the battle ot youth and
(ever in the damp and dismal tent oi the
eold.er on the field? But he coiquered
that enemy, and another day he wait on the
battle field again, and in the midst of the
smoke and daughter, he remembered the
blue eyes of the woman that loved him
more than life in the up-country, and even
then, as the memory of those belov d eyes
blessed him, death came ii at his breast,
and the form that the would have sheltered
in her arms against every human v oa, lay
on the plain, and the wild flood of war
swept hither and thither above Ihe uncon
scious clay. No nol unconscious yet
For once, his comrades, loving hiir for all
that he had been of gentleness arid yet of
firmness, a hero in the fielJ but a " chili in
the camp, his comrades as they rashed by
in the weke.saw him open his eyes,raise his
right arm, and though ihey saw it not per
fectly, they knew that -ho smiled a he
waved his hands once only onee '-before
the darkness came.
Will any one tell us what that d fing ges
ture wa designed to signify ? - D'u it imply
that in the moment of his passing that
moment into which life is sometirjC es t om
pressed, when the soul gathers up all its
memories to carry away with it into the
o:her country, did it imply that he iemem
bered all he had struggled for,' all be had
lost, and died content, because il was all
for the Southern black man and bis canne?
, How can men do such foul diihonor to
the soldier ol the Union? Wh-itevet be
the future course of the war. an? whether
the radical views gain suprernadf so that
It dwindles- from the proportion? jf : a war
. - . If
for the nation into a war for the negro, or j
wuemer it remains as now a war tor ine
American Union, let no man dare to dese
crate one grave on all the fields where our
dead lie side by side, with any monumental
stone to tell the falsehood that they' fought
for the men of Africa, and the freedom of
the negro race. Rather, il the future be in
store for us, which God forbid, that those
men gain their way and make ' the war a
negro war, rather let the dead lie in un
known grave, and be counted where' the
Union they fought for will then be connted,
among the glories of the . past, Journal of
Jack Rink and th Yankee
Fewcommunities are more strongly imbu
ed with a passion for horse racing than the
good people of Natchez... In New York,lolk
talk '-soger" and ' engine ;" in Paris they
talk horse. They believe in quadruped,
and nothing else. Tq own the fastest hor?e
in Natchez, is to enjoy the fee i-imple of an
honor in comparison with which a member
of Congress sinks into nothingness.
During one October ihe . "fail meeting"
took place, and to mora than the usual
amount of excitement and brandy cock-tails
The last race of the day was a sort of a f'free
fight" open to every horse'that had never
won a race; purse 300, entrance fee S25
Among those who proposed to go in, was
a y ankce peolar, with a sorrel colt, of ra'h
er promising proportions. He thus address
en one of the judges :
I say, captain I should like to go in for
that puss ?"
"With what V
"That sorrel colt."
"Is he speedy ?"
"I calculate he i, or I would not wish to
risk a load of tin ware on the result." ,
"Do yon know the terms ?" v'
"Like a book, puss S50O, andventrance
S25 and there's the dimes.''
Here Yankee drew out' a last century
wallet, and socked up two X's and a V.
Among those who witnessed the operation,
was Jack Kink, ,of the Bdllevue House.
Jack saw hi 'customer, and immediately
measured im for an entertainment. After
the usual uss and palaver, the horses were
brought out, saddled and prepared for a
single eat of two miles. There were eiht
competitors besides the Yankee. The latter
was a Imart sorrel colt, with a very fine ey e,
ami liif ttfthe leg lhat indicated speed and
bottom. . '
'Bring up the hor-jnd the j idge.
The horses were brought upe Yan
kee gathered up his reins and atijuMcd his
et. mips. While doing this, Mr. Rink wen:
to the rear of the sorrel colt, and placed a
chestnut burr under his tail. The next
moment the order to "go" was uiven at.d
away went the nine horses, of all possible Umi' wherd bwl.0'' w,"cit hB
apes and cond.tions. reaped over the riveriliad ,.o ume lo
The Yankee was ahead and kept there. lUl lhdI,a ,B'V olV tones ;
"Tin ware" was evidently pleased with the UiC r"We'1 lhe lwu,d f Uf
way -.hings were working, and smiled a i .d the next day Dr. McDonall had the
smile thai seemed to say : graufkatiun of having his own hor,e return-
That puss will be mine, in less time ' eJ- a:id "'"ruined lh
than il would take a greased nigger to slide j BU, ot w,'itfh Le wa" lie !e!nlora'' ow"e
down a soaped liber.y pole." 011 llie I'"'ious day, was Jobu Morga, s
Poor fellow ! he hadn't reckoned on that 1 celebrated black mare, backed o . which he
chestnut burr. The irritant' that Jack had i ,iaJ committed almost a many depreda
administered not only incresed the animal s l'on8 as UiCk f uri,M1 ou Ll ' bo,,n' bUck
velncitlf lull hi ll'!ifitA tn ln n nhinn nUt ! UeeS."
j 0 - - - -..y -
As the Yankee approached the JuJge's
stand he undertook to pull up but it was no
go. Ho might as well have undertaken to
I stop a thunder bolt with a yard ol fog.
. The Yankee reached the stand the Yan
kee went down the road. Wneu last seen
tho Yankee was passing through ihe adjoin
ing country, at a speed that made the peo
ple look at bim as at that comet, that was
to make its appearance in the fall of 185 1
Where ihe sorrel "gin oul': il is im
lo say. All we know is lhat the
has not been heard of from that
while his "wagon load of tin
day to ihis
I makes one of tho leading attractions in lhe
museum oi Natchez.
Goon Advice to Doctoh. A B iwery boy
being cui short in a hard life by a sore dis.
i ease, which quickly brought him lo death's
1 door, was lold by his physician that medi
cine could do nothing lor him.
'What's my chance, Doc or ?'"'
"Not worth speaking of."
"One in twenty ?"
"I think not."
"A hundred V
'Well, perhaps there may le ono in a
"I say, then, Doctor," pulling him close
down, and wispering with feeble earnest
ness in his ear, "just you go iu like thur.dor
on lhat one chance."
' The Doctor did so, and the patient recov
ered. . Do it Again. A gentleman from Boston
chanced lo find himsell among a little party
of ladies, away down East, this summer, in
the enjoyment of some innocent social play.
He carelessly placed his arm 'about the
slender waist of as pretty a damsel as Maine
can boast of, when she started and exclaim
"Begone sir! don't insult me." '
The gentleman instantly apologized for
bis .seeming rudeness, and assured the half
offended fair one that he did not mean lo
"No?" she replied .archly;' "well if you
didot you may do it again."
SOn EL'S Y1SII.
I vants to marry yes I does
1 vants a little vile,
To comb my ,'air and vah my neck,
And be my all, my life !
Yen Adam lived in Paradise,
He didn't live content, ,
Till from his side a rib vas took
And into voman bent.
Just think how Adam must have stared
Ven he first yot avake.
To find himself a married man
Yibhout e'en vedding cake ?
I'm werry 6himpfnl y e I am
Twoul.l save me lots ov trouble,
To go to bed a single man
And vake up as a double !
Swapping Horses ia Haste.
Says a Tennessee correspondent of the
Louisville journal : I have heard many
anecdotes a regards the ,;tkedaddle" ol
Moigan's men Irom Lebanon, on the 5th
insl, under the persuasive influences of
Gen. Damunt, with his brave I'enny Ivani
ans and Kentuckyans. One will fchow the
peculiar tactics of the marauders. Dr. Mc
Donald, of Rome, a practising physician,
was riding a fi'ie saddle-horse towards Leb
anon, when ho was met by the front of the
dying rebels. One ol ihem, a ro-Jh, buily
fei ow, ommam!ed him "down from his
saddle," at the same time pre-enting his
pistol to the med.cal m m. Tiia Doctor
likd the traveler, who met by i) toun, after
his own steed had been slain by Lucullus,
was in no condition lo refuse, so he dis
mounted, and the rebel, tearing the saddle
bus away with their pharmaceutical con
tent1, leaped into te vacated saddle and
siaritfd t'if, head eastward, on a full gallop
The Doctor resumed his journey when
skedaddler No. 2 met him, aud the same in
teresting ceremony was repeated, the ma
rauder nol knoAing that he wai seizing a
lired hore, Wh ch belonged to one of his
c rapanions For his swap the Ductor ot)
laiued a fine looking black mare, which had
a severe sabre cut over her houlder, and
another on a tendon of her fore leg. Our
friend began l. think his chances of getting
on very problematical, whrMi No. 3 came
up LreaiUle.-ly and n. stunted another
exchange, at:d this was repeated five limes
wh;ch ied ihe Doctor to think tuai oa a bai
lie field there was always leisure lo swap
hor?e, though there might not be ou a
rati crossing a river in a ireshet. Fnially
the Union pursuing party came on, aud
Col. Wynkoop, not knowing the Doctor,
look him prUoner arid held him until he
was recognized by some volunteer citizens,
w ho had joined iho Federal iorcea. In the
meantime Mc.rgau had been chased nearly
thuiy miles, v Carihage, on the Cumber-
The correspondent of the PhiladeFphia
JV, writing from headquarters ol the ar
my of ihe Potomac, on the 7ih inst , tells
this story :
We have, from the Balloon corps, a most
startling account of a Rebel mutiny. To
ortl.rej days ago, while taking observa -
l'0,,s. the balloonist observed quite a com-
' motion in the enemy's camp. A large par-
j l' of troop were drawn out, and, from the
i hurrying of horsemen and preparations of
! arm he firM ouglit there was lo be an
I attack on our lorces. oom, however, lie
observed the troop. take a position, and
direct their pieces al thf-ir rebel brethren.
Field-glasses being brongt lo bear, discov
ered lhe curious y-acting party to be North 1
Carolinians, and thai they wete taking a
position of defence a;aifsi the attack of oth
ers in the Rebel army. Fire was soon open
ed by both parties. Voiiey af'er volley of
musketry was poured into each others ranks
and the bat! e swayed to and fro, fur a lo-i
time undecided. Soon, however, the North
Caroliniaus appeared to bo getting the
worst, and direct'v broke and fled the nth-
ers gaining a complete victory.
1 send you ihis story as 1 heard it. For
some lime the rebel g' ns opposite Median
icsville have been turned toward Richmond
and on the day on which it is said thi
mutiny and bait'etook place, a great smoke
arose Irom lhe enemy's camp, and volleys
of rnu-katry coold be distiiiCily heard, du
ring several hour. The North Carolinians
are known to be discontented. When
prisoners are taken in battle il is generally t
discovered lhat lhe
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and that they make no resistance to capture.
The news of lhe doings at home of the
repudiation of the rebel governmsot, and
the recall of the North Carolina troops in
the army ha. no doubt, by this timo reach
ed the enemy's camp, and would be suf
ficient to cause a mutiny and sarfeiiinary
battle. As it ia, I observed rebel guns tow
ard their own works cn the afternoon in
question, saw lhe smoke, and heard the vol
leys of musketry. If there was a fiht, or
is to be another, 1 cry with all my heart and
soul, God help the Nanh Carolinians!
God's mercies are like a lanze chain
every link leads to another present mercies
assure us of future ones.
God washes the eyes with tears uniil they
can behold the land where tears shall be
i no more.
The Fonl is sepulchred in the body ;thus
bodies go their graves, souls pass from
An old philosopher advises ell men to
'know themselves,' which is advising some
folks to form disreputable acquaintances.
The difference between a carriage wheel
and a carriage horse, is, that one goes best
when it is tired, and the other don't.
The Yankees, it is said, used to chase the
almighty dollar, but not half so hotly as
they are now chasing the rebels.
Silence is eomelimes commendable. Per
sons cannot wash themselves clean in ditty
"My wife," said a critic, " is the most
eyen tempered person in the world she's
The reward of villians is various: some
of them are hung, others cropped and
branded others elected to office.
Punch's Almanac advises the farmers to
sow their P's keep their U's warm, hive
their B's shoot their J's feed their N's, look
alter potatoes' I s and then lake thf;ir E's.
There is a good-natured bachelor so gen
erous that, poor fellow, he would even give
his heart away, if he could only find an in-terei-i'uig
object to take it. What a pity !
We don't want men who will change like
the vanes of our steeples, with the course
of every breoze, but men who, like moun
tains, will change ihe course of the wind.
Voltaire had a perfect horror of inquisi
tive persons. He said to one of thee pau-pc.-s,
"Sir, I am delighted to see you, but I
give you lair warning I know nothing
about what you are going to ak me."
"Julius, whar did you get that coat ?''
"Down here to Pull's."
''Whir's dat ?"
Lu:le ways down in Brattle street, whar
il say s Pud" on the door. I pulled d.s
coat, aud run out."
A Methodist minidter,in presenting to the
war department a new 6'aell that he had in
vented ts reported to have 6aid that he had
preached hull in the abstract a good while,
and was now anxious to give a little of it
m concrete form.
The land we love so well
Unsevered must remain:
All, to it farthest bound,
f'ball be our own aiin. ,
The land our fathers give,
No traitor's hand t-hail pever:
Twas one in glorious '76:
And ehali be so forever.
TUB Wedding Daj.
A gentleman who ha.t courted a most
agreeable young woman and won her heart
obtained al-o the coti.-e.it ot her father, to
wiiuin she was an only child. The oid man
had a fancy thai they should be married in
itio same church where he was himsei
in a village in Westmoreland, and made
I he in set out while he was laid up with
the gout iu Loudon. The bridegroom took
only his man, the bride her maid; they had
lhe most agreeable journey imaginable lo
the place of marriage, from whence the
bridegroom wrote the following letter to his
wife's father :
.tW'ircti to, ibrz. cis, Alter a very
pleasant journey hither, we are preparing
ior lUa happy hour in which I am lo be
your son. I assure you lhat the bride car
ries it, in the eye ot the vicar who married
j you, much beyond her mother, though
your open sleeves, pantaloons and
erknol, made a much better show
than ihe finical dress 1 arn in
I am contented to be the tecor
tecond fine man
iius v isage ever saw, and shall make n
ery merry before night, because I bhall
wrr.e myself from thence your most dutiful
son. T D.
"The bride gives her duty, and is as
handsome as an angel. ! am the happiest
The villagers were assembling about the
church, and the happy couple look a walk
in a pnva e garden. The bridegroom's man
knew his master would leave lhe place on
a sudden alter lhe wed. ling, and seeing him
j draw his pistol the night bsfore, took this
opportunity logo into his chamber and
churjed them. Upon their return from lhe
garden, they weut into .ihe room, and alter
a little fond raillery on the subject of their
cour:.hip, the lover took up a pistol, which
he knew he had unloaded the nigh; before,
and presenting it to her 6aid, with the most
graceful air whilst she looked pleased at hi
agreeable flattery : "Now, madam, repent
ol all these crue'ties you have bean guilty
of to me; consider, before you die, how of
ten you have made a poor wretch freeze
under vour casement: you shall die. vou
ty rant, yoa phall die. with all those instru
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ments of death and destruction about you,
with thai enchanting smile, those killing
ringlets of your hair " "Give fire said ehe
laughing. He did so aud shot her dead.
Who can speak his condition ? but he t ore
it so paiieirly as to call upon his .x an. The
poor wretch enterad, aud the master locked
the door upon him. 'Will,? said he, 'did
you charge these pistols ?' He nnswered
yes.' Upon which he shot him dead, with
that remaing. After this, amidst a thousand
broken sobs, piercing groans, and distract
ed motions he wrote the following letter to
the father of his dead bride:
"Sir, f, who, two hours ago, told yon
truly I was the hnppiext man a:ie, am now
the most miserable.. Your daughter lies
dead at my feet, killed by my hand, through
a mistake ol my man's charging my pistols
unknawn to me. Him have i murdered for
it. Such is my wedding day. I will im
mediately follow my wife to her grave, but
before I throw myself on my sword, I com
mand my distraction 6o far as to explain
my story to you. I fear my heart will not
keep together unlil 1 have stabbed it. Poor
good old man ! Remember that he kill
ed your daughter died for it. In the article
of death, 1 give you roy thanks and pray
lor you, though I dare nol for myself. If it
be possible, do not curse me."
We pass by the tomb of a man with some
what of calm iodifference, but when we
survey the grave of a female a eigh imrol
untarily escapes us. With the holy name
of woman, we associate every soft, lender
and delicate affection. We think of her .
the young and bashful virgin, wilh eye
sparkling, and cheeks crimsoned with eacit
impassioned feeling of the heart; as the
chasle and virtuous matron, triev with th
foil ies of lhe world, are preparing for th?
grave to which she must 6oon descend.
These is something in contemplating th'.f
character of a woman that raises the sc
far above the level of society. She is forn
ed to adorn and humanize mankid,to sooth
his cares and strew his path with flowerv
In the hour of distress she is the rock u
which he leans for support, and when lb
calls him from existence her tears tede-.'
his &;rave. Can you look upon her ton ,
without emotion ? Man has always jastic ..
done to his memory, woman never. Ti ;
pages of history lie open lo one, but ll ' .
meek and unobtrusive excellence of th
other eleep wiih her unnoticed in the grav
In her may have shone the gonius of a po -i
with the virtues cf a saint. She, too, ma
have passed along the sterile path of exio
ence, and felt for others as we now feel for
Saved by a Bibls.
Among the wounded which arrived tt
Philadelphia, in the steamer Whillidea, ou
Tuesday night, says the Bulletin, was Cap
lain Eli Dougherty, of Co. K, 93d Peona.
Regt. (Col. McCarter's) with a slight wound
in the breast. In the battle of Saturday a
minnie b!l struck him just at the hearfcr
rather in the clothes over the heart. It
went through his coat vest and shirt, and
smashed a gold wa!ch(which he bad bocht
for his sister) all to pieces. The ball theu
went ino a bible and dua its way through
the lid and about six hundred paes. At
the beginning of the 4 h chapter of 2d
Timothy , it went out of the Bible and in
flicted a "lighi wound in the breast. It left
its lat mark on lhe first verse of tu2t chap
ter, h is a follows :
'! charge thee therefore, before God and
the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall jidge the
quick and the dead at bis appearing acd
In the next berth to Captain D. was a sol
dier with a fearful wound in the leg. "I
wi-h," he said, as we looked at ihe Bib!e
"lhat I had a book in the calf of ray leg on
Shtop Him. The following specimen of
a German advertisement was recently hand
ed us by a friend.
"Runned away, strayed away, cr stoled
away, mine pig black horse, sixteen hands
and six inches tall ; he wash black all over
his boty put his bed and flat wash black
too ; he had four legs two pehind and two
pefroni, and w hen he walked and ranned
day followed one after another. He had
two black ears upon his bed one black and
the o'her brown, and had no ey e on one side
on his bed and could not see anything rait
the other. He had a fine pig hed which ho
vore pefore him, and a long dale pehind,
vich 1 cut short de oder day and it is not so
long ass il vash before, ft always stays
pehiul except when he vaiks backward
and den il comes in front. Anypody vat
finds him and brings him to me pays me
fife dollars reward and no questions axed.
A Printer Bov in Battle In the battle
of Pittsburg La t dine, young Martin Bean,
of Alton, Illinois, scarce eighteen years old,
was a Serjeant in the 13th Missouri, hav
ing entered the regiment as a private.
On that fatal Sunday the color bearer was
shot down at his side; he caught cp the
flag, and carried it through lhe day, and
slept that night with its folds around tim.
The rext morning his Captain appointed
him a Second Lieutenant pro tun. The first
voliy killed the First Lieutenant, and Mar
tin took his place. Soon after the Lieuten
ant lell, and the Captain of Martin's compa
ny acted as Major, leaving ihis young hero
to carry the company through ihe battle,
which he did most gallantly and escaped
uuharmed. Yoang Martin Bean was in a
printing office when the war broke out.
The following is a good story arout a
elerzyman who lost his horse on Satnrday
evening. After hunting in company with a
boy until after midnight he gave op in de
appir. The next day, omebat dejected
at h:) loss, he went into the pulpit, and
took lor his text the following passage Irom
'Oh that I knew where I might find bim V
The boy who had just come in, supposing
the horse was still the burden of his
thought, cried oat. j
'I know whert kftii;bVs ia Dstcorv
Smith bam ! ,