r m r A W. II. JACOB Y. Proprietor. Truth and ItiIit- God and our Country, Two Dollars per Annum. VOLUME 14. BLOOMS BURG. COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY JULY 9. 1SG2. NUMBER 27. ILJ STIR OF THE NORTH f B8LI8HID EVKBT WED5X8DAT BT wm. n. JicoBr, Offiei on Sain St., 3rd Square below Market, TEKMS: Two Dollars pr annum if paid within six months from the time of subscri bing: two dollars and fifty' cents if not paid within tht year. No subscription taken for a less period than six months; no discon tinuance permitted until all arrearages are rpaid, unless at the option of the editor. 2 hi terms cf advertising will be as follows : One square, twelve lines, three time, SI 00 Every subsequent insertion, 25 One square, three months, ....... 3 00 One year,. . . 8 00 -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. The Daagbtcr-ic-Uw. 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 of parsimony. 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 tion dependent. "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 tender feelings.'?. "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 'moment!" " 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. 1 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 his heart. ; 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 6corn. 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 Commenex 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 possible Yankee lo say. All we know is lhat the has not been heard of from that while his "wagon load of tin day to ihis warn" still 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 ?" "Oh, no." "In thirty?" "No". "Fifty?" "I think not." "A hundred V 'Well, perhaps there may le ono in a hundred." "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 ed : "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 insult her. "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- Eckl Mutiny. 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 North Carolinian arvinnr- itijm liita nnl flrpil ihmr miiiVpl .wv.... - ....... , 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! ALL SORTS. 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 their. 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 water. "My wife," said a critic, " is the most eyen tempered person in the world she's always mad." 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. UNION. 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 he says, should 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 However, 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 man breathing." 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 j , , j 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." Woman's Grare. 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 her. 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 his kingdom." 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 Saturday." 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 Job: ; '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 ! ,
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