Fj T ;-r- ,,t: . ffV . .. TK il . JACOB F, i'u&lisaer. ; r Truth and RUM God and our Country. $2 00 in Advance, per Annum. m t i . ! .1" ( .r, VOLUME 17. TH E: S TAR O F TH E-NO RTH 'f'-"' is PUBLISH KD CVRT. WKDKESDIY B? o: -trfite gd Sain St., 3rd Square below 31 artct, TEHT1S : f wo "Dollar an J Fifty Cents in advance.' It nor paid till the end of the year. Three' Dollar will be charaed. - No subscriptions laken for. a' period 1 less J tttn six month ; t.o discotiUntrance permit. TBI until air arrearages aio paiu ut.icaa ai ine-optlon of she editor." HA TES OF 'AD VER TlSlh'd : en TN LINKS CONSnTUI K A SQUARE. Onequare, one or three' insertions, SI 5o Kvery ubequeiilinertion,le3 than 13 50 Oi Column one year, ' : J V 50 00 Jldmi:rator-' and Execotors' nottces 00 ''Traniirelit ader:iiinK payab'e in advance, . lt other due after trie firar insertion. ' Standi g Guard. . ,Th liaht wa. dim the night far spent, The sick and wounded slept, ' ' ?ave one, by whonl a watcher lone . ' He loyint; "viail kepf. ', 'Loving, !ihough f hecarce!y knew f 'v -The uame ol that poor boy, ; . , ; . the knew a mother ooo must weep The ot'i ol earthly joy. ' ;'; , With'geritle touth she pat the hair ,; Back iromVheVhildih brow, . t ' Wishing a mother lipt might kiss - It marble fairne now. !' - C She tenf o hear each whimpered tone ' A mem'r j to kept. : For her who in cer peaceful homef w Calmly uncon.ciou; slept. '; :. .: , . .:. - ".- , Oi I mother, ! have said the prayer - You ' taLjht' me, every eight ' ."-And sometime iwice; a I kept watch; BeMde thf camp-fire bright. ' ' ; l i very cold, dear mo'her, , Staudiua goad here alone, 1 Bat the relief wilt soon be round, " " ' I bear the pass-word, 'Home : - i - - . 'My home! bh, mother t shall come ",Wben the next battle' fouhf, ; , AlmoM a soon a the glad newa .. i Of victory is brought I " ' -This stafl i broken, wet with MooJ, " . 'Vour bo?e tfood, mother dear, '''1 held jt clashed close to my heart, Without a single lear. - v ;;MBnt it was hot from out my grasp, And borne towards the sky, ' I'll make a siroti2er". better one. . -' From which our . flasr sba'l fl v.". -, Fur a brml lime he laid so still, . . ft seemed s il helepl' That sleep which knows no waking- here, And but i semblance kept. ' ? Jhrbngh tear the lonely watcher gazed Upon the fair toung face, . :Oa which as yet tile's darker scenes - Had lefr no, impure trace. "Softly she kissed the death cold lips V A mother raiht not pres, And cot tram off the waving hair t. vOoe oll and curling tres. ' i : :- -iMo;her ! ' again, fce mnrmur,ed low, ' '' ,V ,MSajk i it almost light? v U t' ,L . '. i Dear. mother, it, U very colJ ; ' i, " Here standing guard to-nichi!'" ' - - S;anding puard,' mother," that sweet word 1 VVas all that mortal ear. '! , - r, Though wiidly straited io yearning love, -.. tOus earth might ever hear. ' -The boy Vlast watch below was kept,' AnJ at the Gldea Gate s The angel.who keptwafh that night -Needed bo longer wait; ; Fash'iotisVivh the ladies are as .changea ble as 4het weather. Not 'Ion? ago we found them adorpi"? their heads .with "rats'1, and - large pins with greut balls. Sic. But this did dot seem to work well aitd down came tne "waterfall' bich. vai caobt by nearly all .i the dean and fastened upon their heads by -i-lfewaaws-'and trap's to numerous and too tranely namea for a to describe; anJ neu tor os io uescnoe; ana . .: ', , . .- . ! the waterfall has. disappear- . . , . . . . the mnd they have cau-ght a now, U ! me ed; and from the mnd they "soake,' which they twist in a peculiar fashion','" ' ta France about their endearing head W'e woold not wonder to hear cf Km ftfa,miniT rkf inattAl art. I hu! IPVA Ihfim 1 se:re airawixinoneu a ueain vj uio naiy ... . . . . 'j c.il . . i t. i. .u , mings," aim on, men to rouse Dp iuu unu one encircling thej'eck and lying quietly on the snowy'bosom of the fair one, what a commotion there would be!'--- ."v. 1'''" A a exfraordinary gerjius has been discov . -ered in Ireland in the person of a lad sixteen years of age. 4 The lad ba constructed, en tirely unaided, a piece of machinery, in full -3 niotloa, occupying a ground space of some six or eight feet .square, aud driven by a ' 'small waterwheel about foct feet io diame- ter. On a close inspectioa it was found that x the Tatioos wheels, cogs; cranks and spin dles were entirely wood, and were perform . , ing straultaneeosly ihe varied operations of v ftaziping. churning, hammeriog on an anvil, perpandicular-saw, diagonal and circular '"ja; afc'., but so cleverly adapted to these respective uses that the whole, was driven . with the most perfect and easy motion by tna waterwheel already alluded to. : The lad 1 ii tha son ol a blacksmith living in Knock 'jrnlh County," Wicklow, and has never been, 'tea ciies from bis home. - , 'A Cbtl'.s aJvocaia, -wiio-ia his broad r?:::1!, pronounced the word water .ioaUer, .l-3?-Z aittediin court by the chancellor if be tpi'led watar wiih two l's,' replied! "No my IcrJ ; tur I spill manners with two dV. Th?jr ar-jl;yit: to find a ycung: can in Ch-":3 who U hair to J1C 3,000. Several , s . . . ' ?r? .coking for BLOOMSBURG. COLUMBIA' eOUjNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, . JANUARY 24, 1SG6 , --.-- iy ' -. J the literalorc of the larikcfj ' VVe extract the following from an addreis delivered before l be Kejatone Club of 'Bed -ford, Pa., by James F Shank Eiiq.of .Yorki on ibe 20th of-November last, and . whicli haa jasf been published, ai the 'request of the Clnb.' We reret that our space wi;I ( not perm it '' rt gite the "address in fell Mr. Shunk faid': 'There a an idea which these people (tho Yankee Abolitionit) have carefully foster' ed, and which ha gained a certairr?preva- lence tbrouth the agency of their . poiTtical ' allies in. thia. Stale, thai they are naturally the .intellectual superiors of our own citi zens ; especially that , they are born to a pre;emmence in the world of letters. Thij idea is as destitute as anything can be of foundation in truth, 1 admit treely that they read more book', write more books than are read, written, or produced by all the rest of the country besides ; ai d we must concede to them a "greater amount of activity with the pen and with the press than we claim for ourselves. But that is all we concede Tell me" how 'many kitts of mackerel, or poords of coJfi-li were caught last year on the Yankee coast, under the stimulus of the enormou government bounty ;'htws rnan3'. yards of calico and. bales of shoddy were thrown out by the mills of Lowell, how many bushels of onions Weatbrsfietd and her fragrant sister towns cast ar-on the mar ket, how many cheeses came from the dai ries of Connecticut and bow many clams trom the shores of Rhode Island, and l ean lorm some idea of how much the country owes New England tor her annual contribu tion to the common stack of wealth. But books belong to- a class of merchandise widely different from all these. Their bulk, their, weight, their o urn bars avail nothing toward, an estimate of the minds from which they emanate. A pocket copy o! Shakes peare is worth all the trash under which the presses' ol New England ever groaned, all t.tie millions of pages which .her diligent scribblers ever fastened betwee-o covers. To thauk a nation of ontiring literary hacks simply for giving yoo plenty of books, is to rate poetry along with cheese and codfish. The tin-ware, the split-feather, the clock busineses, have all pas.ed away. The gentlemen who vended (hose valuable com modities have retired upon their fortunes Si me of them have become saints, and are preaching the gospel ; some ol" them Sena tors and are doctoring the ' Constitution ; some of them contractors, and have set their squadron la the field armed with cast iron sabres, mounted on. skeleton horses, and clad In picturesque rags of shoddy ; some of them' poets, and are toning their lyres in praise ol John Brown and the uoble black ; but all of them senator, saint, sboddy-coo-tractor and tunelul warbler alike, are simply clock and tinpedd!ers in a new disguise. . 'Their lyrics' and their essays are of a piece with their kettles and their shoe leather. They are a sh'vn The artiit who . . ..-'---- - i has spent his early years in the contrivance of merhanical cheats is not likely, when he turns his a'tention to poetry, to ' forsake his old trkka, or establish 'any very close cor respomlenCe with the Moses. His sauce pans and bis similes, bis shoe pegs and his metaphors,' are equally fngenious frauds. He is alike a diehone.-t tinker, whether he wields the pen, or holds the lap-stone." Hence the Abolition Literature is not the out-cropping of spontaneous genius, or even the result o! honest and patient labor, h is made tr sell, to cheat, to deceive, not to im prove or instruct; - Its histories are artful and malicious inventions, designed to var nish the infamies which have blackened the whole history of the. party of- negro emanr ination.. and to defame the - nartv nf . - ' x rn i nr it n 1 1 nn tar n i r ha m tnac& t .1 fec n ' . y firm and glorious union as long as the reins of power were in their bands. Its theolo- i w , f mm i - and the Apost es, or of the lonj , thtes of all ages, ol which . eai . .. , . HUD Ul WUI- each sect and sub-division of the Church can claim its share," whose patient, :' innocentprayerful lives were given to seeking a clearer knowl edge of God and bringing aliens and wan- ueicit J'iiu tiu?oi m u 11 mil nan unii. Oo .the contrary, it is a kind of mixed, mad nonsense, made op oi a series of incohe rent interpretations of the Gospel, oP stric tures upon i:, by insolent exhorters who rate their'own "bellowings higher than the thunders of Sinai. No two of them. pre cisely agree, in iHb portions of the Sacred Book which they scout and defy; in the exact texts which are to be cast out and re jected ; , but they are beau'i!u!ly united in scorning and sneering at all of it which does not accord with ;he schemes, the pas sions, or the aggrandizement of each. -' Tbe'so'ngs' of ibis Abolition Lnarature are by no means suggestive of the trill of birds b.k!.k t n n-. n . A mnrw' n I k a i , : n,lnf,l a P" speech." The nasal pipe of tha Puritan ha? v . . . ... . , : "" i ... iu His attempts to chirp alter the ta&nion of Nature's born minstrels afford us pleas ure, it is true ; but it is the pleasure of a uicrous latiurs ui iae poor uevii, wuu iau cies, because be has counterfeited nutmegs with sueces8he "can manipulate melody, and cheat yoo as readily in eong. T ; "As children grow'older, "Histories," '.'Ge ographies," and 'Readers' are provided for thern all issuing from Ihe same 'mint and graven with the same device. , Histories of the United States are stuffed foil ol pictures of the 'Pilgrim Fathers the Bunker "Hill Mo n o men i and Boston," as se9n" from al points of the compass. Vwhile the letter vreM is devoted to the work of magnifying 'otism t)( Ihejf descendants. The "Readers1' contain Selections from the Yankee poeti, all rnade in the same spirit of telf-glorifica-libn," choice passages from the speeches of MrfSumner, YVeadeU Phillips, Garrison and other prominent patriots, and minute ruNfe To perfect the pupils in the art of pronounc ing the English language through the nosa the approved Yankee fashion. . Jw-r ' Besides' these various appliances there is an immense fuud of magazine and period ical literature smuggled over oqr borders and into our houses, all saturated with - the same falsehood, injustice and malignity. The Atlantic Monthly can at teast claim the merit1 of ' obtaining ' its subscribers on no false pretense. It is notoriously an Aboli Jlion magazine. , is open 5n j, viiaioyt and its editors are not only gentlemen void of the moral sense, bufentirely regardless of the fact that other people possess it. But the Harpers stand at the head of a-diffarent class -of publishers. They art guilty of a perpetual and scandalous fraud upon the public.: They affect to issue a "neutral1' magazine and weekly. They call the latter a ''Journal of Civilization," and the former a ifcraM' periodical. Until it began to 'pay to denounce the Democracy of this country the)' toadied to it with a servility whicli was absolutely disgusting. They denounce j John . Brown, in 1859, in the most savage terms, and bad their paper filled with pic tures of the raid, designed to show the love of the-negroes for their masters' and the atrocity of old Brown's bloody attempt ta sever the patriarchal relation." : Even when the war was just impending, wbe 3 Beauregard - had donned the confederate uniform,' when Davis was sitting at the head of the new government which was certainly as flatly in rebellion' then as ever afterwards, they published the likeness of those persons, gave flattering biographies of ibem.'and never intimated a hit.t of dis approval Of the work on which they bad entered. They showed then the same spir it: which, they had displayed long before, wben they- embellished their i:Journal of Civilization" with an immense woodcut of a brutal prize fight, because they could not bear io resign the sixpences of the shoulder hitters and blackguards of New York to their r competitors of the other pictorial weeklies. They sought to appease the de cent portion of their'readers, on that occa sion, by giving, on heir editorial page, a flaming moral article on the wickedness and indecency of human creatures pounding each other as represented in the picture ! As soon as the war had fairly broken, crt and their Southern subscription list was hopelessly cut off, they comrnencad to print the most insulting Abolition sheet in tha country. Not content wi:h reviling the peo pie actually engaged in the rebellion, they have continued, ever since, to libel, by word and picture, the great Democratic party of the North. They have filled both 'Week ly" and "Magazine" with sickening., sneak ing tales, apparently the emanations of one addled bead, designed to magnify the vir tues of the angular old maids of the ' East and t illustrate the infamy of the "Copper heads," as they delight to calf us. The plot of these stories eeems to be kept in' type! and of the adjectives, and love talk, descrip tions of hospitals, scenery, etc., filled in according to the taste of the compositor. Il is the simplest thing in the world to write one. - Reuben Tarbutton goes soldiering (the bounty-in Reuben's district, I may re mark, was 1,500) and leaves Nellie Doo litile disconsolate. Nellie' devotes herself to knitting stockings for the negro : troops until news comes of Reuben's demise, which, of course, takes place in the very middle of the deadly breach. Nellie there upon, having dried up her tears on her apron, concludes to soothe Reuben's deparl ed spirit by ministering to his companions who are left behind and forthwith becomes an army nurse. Finally . she happens to be wandering through the wards of a strange hospital when she hears a familiar voice ex claiming, "Oh ! that I could but see Nellie, and die happy !" She hounds forward, tears back the curtain, there is a simultaneous squeal "Revlen "A'fWe" and these two pure-hearted young beings are locked ic each other's arms. . Of coorbe, Reuben wasn't killed at. alL The story was invented by .a base Copperhead who was bis rival, and hadn't pluck enough to go to. the war. He was merely wounded by a 20 inch can non ball in the chest soon gets on his legs they are married set;le down in a neat, cottage, iih an eligible onion patch at tached are blessed with a brood of healthy joung Abolitionists who come by twins, and ihere the moc?! sneaks in) are Heady purchasers of all the( stuff the Hrper6 print. Fortnnately it is io the power of the Democ racy of this country who have bought, in past times, thousands ol books and period- I mi m h ha n-jma of ha llirnard nn - -. . . " .V , . r .k-' ; them, to cut down the circulation of this t nonsense sensibly and right speedily. That is the only way to . reach . such mercenary souls as theirs. , Women have been detected in smuggling whiskey from Canada in cans .made in the shape of babies which bold four or five gal lons each. , About thirty women,' each with a bogus baby of this sort were captured in one day not long since. ; , ? . t,- . . "How is it," said a man to his neighbor, "that our parson, the laziest, man living, writes those interminable sermons?" " Why,' said the pther, 'probably, after he begins'wriling, he is too lazy tQ 6top.'5 : .j .Major General AVilsoni the captor of Jeff. The Miser's Bequest. i - The hour hand of Pn'ilip Acre's old. fash ioned silver watch was pointing to the figure eight the snug red curtains shut out. the rain an darkness of the .March night, and the fire snapped and crackled . behind the red.bars of the little grate in a moat comfort- able and cosy 6ort of way, casting, a rosy shine in the thoughtful brown eyes that ere Iraceing castless and coronets in the burning, coals. . Fof Philip Acre was, for once, indulging himself, in the dangerous fascination of a day dream. , '. j( . - 'If 1 were only rich,' he pondered to him self. 'Ah, if then good bye to al these musty old law books, good-bye to the men ded boots and thrice turned coats, and all the ways and means that turn a man's life into wretched bondage. Wouldn't 1 revel in new books and delicious paintings and fine horses?. Wouldn't 1 buy asel ofjew els for Edith not pale pearls 4of sickly emeralds, but diamonds, to blaze like fire upon her white throat 1 Wouldn't I what nonsense I'm talking, though!' be cried, suddenly arousing himself. 'Philip Acre, bold your confounded tongue I did sup pose yoo were a fellow ol more sense. Here yon are, neither rich uor distinguished, but a simple law student, while " Edith Wyllis is as far above your moon-struck aspirations as the Queen of Night herself. She loves me, though she will wait and the time may one day come that hello, come in, whoever you are.' It was only tne serviug re aid of tbe es tablishment carrying a letter, in the comer of herapron, between her, finger, and thumb., - ,. . ; . . . . : Please, sir,,the postman just left it two cent9 to pay.' Here are your two coppers, Katy a pretty lair equivelent for any letter I may receive. Now then,' he, added as the door closed on Katj's substantial back, 'let's see what ray unknown correspondent has to say. A black seal, eh? not having any relations to loose, 1 am not alarmed , at the prognos tic." ' He broke the seal and glanced leisurely the short business-like communication ! over contained within, with a face that varied from incredulous surpri60 to sudden glad ness. " .-, 'Am I dreaming V. he murmered to him self, as if to insure complete possession cf his sense. 'No, I'm wide awake and iu my right mind : it'a no part of my waking vis ions. But who would ever snppo?e that old Theron Mortimore, whom I haven't seen for sixteen years, would die and leave me all bis money. Why I am neith er kith uor kin of his. Rich am 1 really to be rich? Oh EJi.h, Euiih. He clasped both hands over bis eyes, sick and giddy with tho thought that all the years of silent waiting were ; at length to be bridged over by the old miner's bequest he might claim F.dilh now. How full of sunshine were the weeks that flitted ever the head of the accepted lover, made beau tiful by Edith's love. - .It was precisely a week before the wed ding, aud the gently veiled lamps were juet lighted in Drr Wyl!s' drawing room, where Edith satr working on a bit of ruffling, and singing to herself. , . I wonder if Mortimer's place is so very lovely,' she sard to a silver haired lady who sal opoeite her. . 'Philip is going to take me there when we return from onr wedJing tour: he says it is the sweetest spot funcy could devise, with fountains, shrubbery and delicious copses. Shall we not be happy there?' ' . . Qka &,..r!Art r, i HtncH Cnr wHit ihn I . .. t-i. ! words were still on her lips, Philip Acre! . - . , . ... 11.1 came into the room, looking a little troubled, i .kAorfirl ,ttKoI Mr. WiMta rtiarm3r ,.,.. ,. . , V ...... ,, 0 atone. . I You are looking grave, Philip 6aid Edith, as be bent over and kissed her. 'I am feeling so, darling. I have a very unpleasant discloseure to make our mar riage mulbe postponed indefinitely.' Philip, for what reason?' To enable me to realize sufficient to sup port you in a becoming manner.' , But, Philip, I thought ' 'You thought me the heir of Tberon Mortimer's wealth? So 1 was, Edith, a few hours 6ince, bnt I have relinquished all . . 1 .L , , u i. Claim IO 11 now. ueu i accepieu uiu wo . , . . . . quest, it was under the impression that no V. ' . . , , ... living heir existed. I learned to-day that a rnnin a woman is alive, in ignorance o' ber relationship. Of course, I shall imme diately transfer all the properly to her.'. 'But Philip, the will has made illegally yours.' ....... r , , Legally it is: could I reconcile it lo my ideas of truth and honor to avail myself of old Mortimers (fanciful freak, at this wo man's expense. I might take the hoarded wealth, but I should never respect myself again, could I dream of legally defrauding the rightful heir. Nay, dearest, 1 may lote name and wealth, but I would rather die than su fier a single stain oa my honor as a Christain gentlemen. ' 'Yoo have done righl,,PtJilip,' said Edith, with sparkling eyes. 'We. will wail and hope on, happy in loving one another more dearly than ever. But who is Bbe ? what is her name t " : ." That's just what I didn't stop Mo inquire, I will write again to my lawyer to ask these questions and to direct that a deed of con veyance be instantly made' out, and lien darling' . -'- ' r 1 His lips quivered a moment, yet b? man fully completed the bitter sentence ; ' 'Then I will begin tho battle of life over r And Edith's loving eyes told him what she thought of his noble self-abnegation A sweet'testimonial ! " 1 ' ' , Hem !' said Dr. Wyllis. polishing his eye glasses majesterially with' a crimson silk pocket handkerchief: 'I didh't suppose the young fellow had sc much stamina about him an honorable thing io do. Edith, I have never felt exactly certain about Philip Acre's tein worthy of you before ' Papa!' " But my mind is made up now. "When is he coming again ?' This evening,' 6ir,' faltered Edith, the violet eyes softly dropping. Tell him, Edith, that he may have yon next Wednesday, just' the same as evar ! and as for the law practiceing, why lhere'6 time for that afterwards. Child, don't stran gle me with your kisses, keep them for Phil.J - ' ' ' He looked at his daughter with eyes that were strangely dim. Tried and not found wanting! he mat tered indistinctly. The perfume of orange blossom had died away, the glimmer of pearls and satin were nidden in tbe velvet caskets and traveling trunks and Mr. and Mrs. Acre, old married people of a full week's duration, were driv ing along the shore cf the Hudson in the amber glow of the glorious June sunset. Halao! which way is Thomas going?' said Philip leaning from the window, as the cariage turned oat of tbe shore road. 1 tol d him the road to take, Phil,' said Edith, with bright sparkling eyes. 'Let me have my own way just for once. We are going to our new home.' Are we?' said Phil, wiih a comical grimace. Wait until you see, sir! said Mrs. A., pursing up a little rose bud of a mouth. And Philip "waited" patiently. 'Where are we V he asked in astonish ment when the carriage drove up in front of a stately boill portico, which seemed not entirely unfamiliar to him. 'Surely this is Mortimer place.' 'I shouldn't be surprised if it was,' said Dr. Wyllis, emerging from the doorway. 'Walk in, my boy come, Edith! Well, how do you like the looks of your new house?' 'Our new house ?' repeated Philip 1 do not understand you, sir.' 'Why. 1 mean that your little wife yondar is the sole surviivirg relative of Theron Mortimor, although she never knew of it uo'.il this morning. Her mother was old Mortimer's cousin, but tome absurd quarrel had caused a tolal cessation of intercourse between the two branches of the famiy. I was aware of ih? facts all along, but wasn't ehutter in my pants t'other niht, when I alter the services have begun, to the. edifi 6orry to avail myself ol the opportunity to sat down on the wax ic Ben Rugg's shop J cation of the curious in the congregation, see what kind of stuff yoa wer made of, ni have to get il mended, or I'll catch cold, and the annoyance of the minister. A' co Phil Acre. And now as the deed of con j J aio'i very gtoul. As the boys say, I'm fat temporary says it has lately been decided, veyance isn't made out yet, I don't suppose as a match and healthy as the small.-pox. ' on high authority, that the following rules your lawyer will trouble himself about it. , 3,-y best hat is standing guard lor a window ' are observed. " - " ' Ihe heiress won l Quarrel with you, 1 II be bound.' Philip AcreTs . cheeks flusbd, and then grew pale with strong, hidden tmotioti, as be looked at bis fair wife, standing beside him, the sunset turning her bright hair to coils of shining gold, and thought how un erring the hand of Providence Lad straight, ened out the tangled web of his destiny. Out of darkness bad come light. Trnlh is Stranger than Fictida. That truth is stranger than fiction, is as serted by the Memphis Avalanche, which cites the following : Ten years ago, Mr. was married to Miss . For a time all went well with the happy pair, but whether prompted by incompatibility of temper or , - , . ,, . . thj-ough the medd.esome interference of . r relatives or irieuup, ye curon;cicr nauw- e'h not, only that the demon of discord breathed upon their young love, and it withered as a flower ,'neath Winter's chill ing breath. And to make a loog story 6hort they separated. Shortly after the separa tion, a little daughter was, born and then a divorce obtained by which party obtained, It matters not. For nine years long wea ry years they lived apart never seeing, never hearing from or speaking of each other and yet both remaining true to love's first bright dream. The little girl grew up t anA ir i j lannH i r Hot'iavA tfiui hrtr father ; .,.,. K- nr I . . . , , , . .. . I been seen by him. Ah, who shall say bow i , , . , . . ) often during tnose long, dreary years that . , . , . . . . the father's heart yearned for the sight of . , .. , . r : ' . her voice. And the mother the wife that was was she happy ? Who 6hall tell ? Well, on the day before yesterday the lady , accompanied by her little daughter, walked into a busi ness bouse, in this city, and met him who wa3 once ber husband and the father ol tbe child, coming out. They stood face to lace for the firsl time since their separation nine years ago. Both stopped and gazed fixedly into each other's face. The father then turned bis eyes to the child, and 6tooping down Buddenl, caught her in his arms pressed her passionately to bis bo som rained a shower of kisses npon ber face ; then placing her on the floor, be gave one glance at lbs mother and turned to go. Hearing his name called in a low tone, he turued! They were left alone for a few moments by the considerate kindnesss of the parties present. Then a hack was catted,and in thirty minutes from their first meeting they were married. A youth, witb a turn for figures, had five eggs to tToil. aid being tol. I to give them three tainutes each, boiled Ibera a 'quarter of on boar altogether. Foliloqny of a Loafer. ' Let's see, where am 1? This is coal I'm lying on. - Was coming up street met a wheelbarrow was drunk, comin toiher way the wheelbarrow fell over me, or I over the wheelbarrow, . and one of us fell into tbe. cellar don't know which now guss it must ha' , been me. I'm a nice young man; yes I am tight ! tore I drunk, Well, I can't help it 'taint my fault won-" der whose faclt 'tis? Is it Jones' fault ? ' No. Is it my wile's fault? Well it ain't.. Is it the wheelbarrow's fault? No. It's whisky's fault. Who is whisky 7 Has he a large family 1 All poor I reckon. I think I won't own him any more. I'll cut his ac quaintance. I've bad that notion for about ten years, and always hate to do il for fear of burling his feelings, I'll do it now. I think liquor is injurin me it's spoiling my temper.. Sometimes 1 get mad when I'm drunk and abuse Bets and the boys ; il used to be Lizzie and tbe children that's some time ago. I'd come Lome o' evenin's an' she put her arms around my neck an' kiss me, an' call me her dear William. When I come home now, she takes tbe pipe out of her mouth an' the hair out of her eyes, an' says soraethin' like: 'Bill, you drunken brute, shut the door after you ; we're cold enough, havin' no fire, 'thout letting the snow blow in that way." Yes, she's Bets, and I'm Bill, now. I ain't a good Bill, nutti er won't pass a tavern without coin' in an' getting drunk. Don't know what bank I'm on. Last Saturday I was on the river bank drutik. I stay out pretty late ; no, sometimes I'm out all night ; fact is, I'm out pretty much all over out of friends, out of pocket, out at the elbows and knees, and always outra geously dirty so Bets says, but tten she's no judge, for she's never clean herseif. I wonder why she doesn't wear good clothes, may be she hasn't got e'm ; whose fault's that ? isn't mine must be whisky's. Sometimes I'm in, however ; I'm intoxi ca'ed now; and in somebody's coal cellar. There's one principle I have got I won't get in debt, I never could do it. There, one of my coat tails is gone, got tore off, I ex pect, when I fell in here. I'll have to get a new suit soon. A fellow told me 'toiher day that I'd make a good sign (or a paper mill- If he wasn't so big I'd kick him. I've had this shirt on for nine days, and I'm efarid it won't come off without teariu.J 'v vuu, iu mo uium u luij do, for I'm in holey orders. I hain't al dandy, through my clothes are pretty'near i Greasiean st le. 1 guess I tore this window paue lnat went out t'other morning at tbe invitation of brick-bat. It's getting co'd down here wonder if I ain't able to climb. 1 If I had a drink I could think. Let's see ; I ain't got three cents, if I was in a tavern I could sponge one. Whenever anjbody treats and sayscome fellers,' I always think my name's 'fellers,' and I've got 100 good manners to refuse. Well, I must leave this or they'll arrest me for an attempt at burg. , lary. I ain'lcome to that yet. Anyhow, it was the wheelbarrow that did the harm not me. A Snrcwd Pickpocket. A celebrated pickpocket, who was lately . . .i r-. . . f i r : . j i sent to the State Prison for misdeeds, being noted for his marvelous adroitness in pocket lilting, was requested to reveal the secret of bis success, when the following among other disclosures were made. We publish them as likely to be uselul to ihosa wtio will take the hint : '-I never," said the pickpocset, "attempt to pick the pocket of an old resi dent ol the city, but uniformly strangers and countrymen." Bui on being asked how io distinguish ibem, replied, "verily eafily," .and gave ihe following li-t of persons who were regular victims of the craft. "Persons in an omnibus wbo take out their pocket books alter the stage starts, are sure to be countrymen. Those who stop to converse on the side walks or thoroughfares, or take out pocketbooks at the box or pit offices, in the theaters cr steamboat offices. All those who stop io gaze at shop, windows, or count moiiey, or show pocketbooks in the street, or call at tie Funk auction rooms. All these are our common victims. If i find a man eating oj sters or fruit, in nine cases out of ten be is greenand we victim ize him. Persons who stand up in a thea- ater, or stand on crosswalks are generally country folks and we make sute of them." Tbe shrewdness of these observations of the pickpocket must ta obvious to all city people, aud acconnti for tbe remarkable fact that city residents seldom, suffer by the operations ol these light-fingered gentry. One of tbe Etores in Corning recently opened late one morning, wben a wag posted tbe following notice on the door : ' Not dead but sleeping." The remedy was effectual. , The Great Eastern will make another trip next June to lay a new. cable and. raise the broken end of the old. ., . . Secretary Stanton and Judge Holt have both declined to deliver the eulogy on Pres ident Lincoln. , , Two women, were frozen to death last week in New York. NUMBER 14- ' ' 1 ' ' K Human Mole.' ""V A horse-steater, named Hiram Carpenter, recently escaped from the Orleans county jail, at Albion, New York, but was retaken. He has given the following account ol his escape underground.' . , , . . "I should never have thought about try ing to get out, but I' heard that my woman was sick, and I got it info my bead she waa going to die. I wanted to see her, and I as-ked them to take trie to her boue. r. I was willing to go there in hand-cufls and shack les, and a child might have taken me, lor wouldn't have offered to get away.- But they kept putting me off, and I made up my mind I would get out and see her or die in trying. Sol went at it. ' ; ' "I raised up the pump box and found there was a hole in the fiaging large enough to pass through. I laid down on my face on the floor and backed into the hole feet first. I found the well plastered near the top, so hanging on with my hands I let my self down as far as I could and dropped. I found bottom at about twenty feet, landing in mud and water two feet deep. Alter re covering from tbe shock of the fall I took off my boots, tied them around my neck with my handkerchief, and clambered up within ten or twelve teel of the top. ' The only tool I had was a piece of iron about six inches long and half or three quarters of an inch square. With this I went to work,and after some labor dislodged a stone from tbe wall. In a very short time I was at work in the dirt. , 1 supposed the .foundations of the jail went down aboot eight feet, and I calculated to begin down low enpegh to come up slanting under them. I had noth ing to eat or drink, and had nearly died for lack of air. I worked steadily all tbe time I was in ttere, and hard work it was too. I worked lying on my face, with the iron in my hand above me, scraping the dirt until the weight on my bead was all that I could, bear, when I backed down and pushed it behind me into tbe stone filling around the wall. When I got near tbe surface I found it hard digging. The ground bad been filled in, it was lull of stones and frozen hard. Tbe bole al tbe surlace was so small thai I took off my clothing to get through it. c , I finally got out into the air, about 10 o' clock Wednesday nigbl, having tunnelled i about twelve feet, and worked at it thirty two hours of the hardest work I ever did On reaching the street I managed to walk, I but you would thought I was drunk if yoa ca(j 8een ma; i Btaggered so that the side- waiit wasn t wiue enougn ior me. . . Church Etiquette. It is fashionable with some people to go late to church, long "Let the lady advauce one pace beyond the door of the pew she wishes to enter, halt about face, and eaJoie. The pew mnst then be vacated by such gentlemen as are in it," by a flank', movement. ' The squad should rise simultaneously when the lady presents herself,and face by right flank then deploy into the aisle, the head man lacing the lady and the rest walking to his side, right and rear, tbe direction of the line being changed by a rigit couuter-march, and forming again into line, up and down tbe aisle, still faced by the right flank. The lady, when she sees that the coast is clear, completes her salute, and advances to 1 ber position in the pew. The gentlemen break off ftQm fa &nJ - fa . i ' places. Great care should be taken, of course, by other parties, not to enter the aisle when this evolution is in progress, until it is completed." Jake Swisshelm has started a paper in Washington, and, in ber second number, thus speaks in an editorial about discourte ous people : . t "If our pen were a pin we would slick it into the trousers of those people who! seem to have taken out a license to be ugly They are ol a class by themselves in the! matter of territory. They are so abomnia-t bly crossgrained that you cannot approach? them without riling them. or. deal witbf them without being insulted by them." II Jane's pen were a pin. aoJ tbe should stick it into everybody who is ill-tempered she wocld nofalways put it hrough'irous ers." Occasionally Jane's pin would, if im partial, pass thioagh skirts and other con cerns not tbe property of the stronger sex. In any case the masculine sex have roor charity than this terraagrant editress. SL would like to Mick a piu into the trousers q some of the opposite eex. Ws do- nc think there are any of the latter who, in hi case, woald be willing to reciprocate thj ooeration. Chicasro Tines. r' u "flow do you like itr' - This is a pleasant game for the firesid and may be played by any number of perl sons. OnJ is sent 'from the room, and trf remainder of the company select sorr, word. The absent one is thea called it and proceed to discover the word by asj i in: of each person these three question! "How do vou like it?" "When do on li it?" "Where will yoo put it ?" The wd chosen is usually one having two or mc meanings, . so that the answers may made as puzzling as possible. Supjr ihe word to be "Bait, wbicn may mean hinge, a cask, or a stroke with the - bead The questioapr 9ks, bow do yoa like ''to torn easy," replies one, "very larz' an swers another, "not at -all.7 answer' third, etc. Wben the quesiioner dircov the word, trie person wnose answer rev S ... - j it, leaves ihe room, and becomes qoestic I and thus the game continue?.
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