BY D. A. & C. 11. BUBBLER VOLUME XXIV. VV I IS TUE HOMESTEAD FARM or theists Andrew 'Albert deed., ying in Franklin township, York county, Pa , distant about one-half mile from the Mill owned by. George DM ; mile from Franklin Churrh, and within 5 miles of the York Sulpimr Springs. The Farm contains Oil ACRES witll allowance, a portion of it Heavily Timbered, and the balance, in a high elate of cultiva tion, wills never failing Springt!of pure water. anti is capable o! being divided into two sepArate FARMS. 'those who are disputed to ,purchase, are invited p.) look at the property and onprofernents, whirl' will be shown to theist by Mr. ia .enh Waal. who realties upon the Farm. For terms apply to Mr. Peter Wolford, or to Col: John lA'olford. or by letter to JACOB ALBERI'. Aug. 19-01. VALUABLE TIMBER LID FOR SALE. TTHEtinharriber will sell at Public Sale on Monday the 3d of Ortober next, at . 10 o'eloek A. M. on the premises, nnumber of LEM.. Of valuable YOUNG (wrNuT TDDIER LAND. situate in idamilimilnin township, Adams county. a milieloul a half west of John Marshall's. and about the same distance west of Vir ginia Mills. adjoining lands of heir.; of Elijah Seatiriiiiks, deceased, Jacob Boller, John Muggeltirin, sett., Wm. Smtt avid others. This Timber has not its superior lathe eouuty, and is well suited for Farm .ers . who may wish to have a yearly sup fly of FIRST-RATE NNW% It will he .old nt lots o f from four to mine serf's. se Void out by recoil survey. Orr Persoors ticeiiing Timber land will •de to -attend the sale, as the lets WILL lIE SOLD vartiouT RE— SERVE. Kj'pernona wishing to view the prem 4,es or obtain iiiiiirinution concerning them. ran lii an by ceiliog on the subscriber. Atiendanee green and terms made tiortit un day sale by JAMES D. PAXTON. Gettysburg. Nevi. 16. IBs3—id PUBLIC SALE. %V ILL he sold at public sale, at, the V irvillierg. in Llllllnore townattip, Adams enmity, l'a., on Stanr , toy the !NI Ortobtr next, at 2 n'elek, P. M., a 'Tract of Laud emttatmeg 146 Acr es , n,,•rr or Irs, the late estate 01 ISA A(' Tli It(' It, Hiljoining lauds of Mira b (jwilive Robinette, iIItTIVN R. (4;irfliier, and others, Ott Which are erected A Two:_sTottiv BRICK WEI, L I N G-11.01 SE 9 ; ;' w Ing Baru, with plied@ attached. Nv Von Matll.• Coro Crih, a 'Spring House, Hod other eat boilthogs. There ix a good spring of Witlereonvertietil to the ilwelliug; also oti the,premises di*ti'Vs7o ct:# 0 1011 2 -VAILLN: op CHOICE, FRUIt. Alimit 40 Are are in good Timber, and fair impfrrtion ui Mendow. The farm is under good fencing. is well limed and proved.sed is located near several lime- Persons wishing' in view the properly, will call on DA VII) ARNOLD. residing , thereon, or on the subscriber. Attendance - wren, and terms made fr‘known on day of sale by J AC0,13 GRIEST, Agent for the Heir*. August 26, 1853-11. T FAN MI Ult. B subscriber will offer for Rent at Public Outcry on Frifirty the 7th of October Ne.ri, at l o'clock P. M., on the premises, that valuable , 11 1 Nit the property of G. W. D. IRVINE (a 'Lunatic.) situate in Damiltonban town -fillip, Adams county, adjoining lands of D. Bosse,rutan. Wm. Wilson, A. Planner, Win. W introda, and others, containing 218 Acres, .mare or lean. The property le in gond .order, under fine cultivation, and very pro •ductive. There ie a fine • VISCALLIIO) on the premises, end fruit of all kinils. :Persons desiring to see the property eon dose by ceiling on the prevent tenant. ABRAHAM MANNER. Coronitik Geo. 1). Amine. 't3ept. 111358—td. 'IIRUINIA MILLS' , For Rent. MBE ,above valuable MILLS, located tear Fairfield, Hamiltouban town. •sbili,'Afisitoi county, Ps., will be far Rent from the first of April next. A "twiner with'a small family, who can tome well reeommendell, atitibepreferred. j' For !information and terms address 4posisid.) MARY MYERS 6 , VtritiniaMills,"9 1853-11 t , Sept.• 5 • TolllAS' LINIMENT, WO* the tore el Heatlnelte, Cholera 4401 thus. Toothashe. Bruises, Sprefos, doefexcelleot remedy—for sale 4/011111 Dlittlo STORE of S. 11. BUEIILEFL lET BROTHER. BY MARY Jir—"The -broken Few." Wendell, brother, why in 'WOW Or. this pleasant summer day I Fragrant cephyrs softly creeping Come to call tby step/ away— Little birds are sweetly singing, "Come where pleasant sunbeams glow, Come where gentle flowers are springing." Wendell, brother, why not go I Why, why so still art lying When :he beauteous birds are flying, Why are we thus sadly sighing rarewell, farewell! Wendell, oh ! alas ! my brother, Singing birds and summer flowers Neer shall rail thee front that other floppy region back to ours. Wendell, siwak ones more to us ; Tell us ell we tong to know ; Ope once more thine eyes and view as, 'rho'', oh. then we'll let thee go ! Let Ud see thy footsteps springing ; Let us hear thy glad voice ringing; Let u■ cease this sad, sad sin ging, Fatewell, farewell "ris in ,st,itt-,—these pale lips never pthali give forth their music more; Eartit•has lost thy song forever. Mite, thy foduleps on its shore. Sadly must we lei another 01 our Wed hloesoote hi ; Close heydays where reels the other Shell its withered petals lie. Oh, why most we who thus nourish Flit Were of hemuty, , see them perish 1 Why most say to those we e herish, Fan , sre4, farewell! 'Wendell, now we've gently laid thee Where thy little brother sleeps ; Trees of fragrant beauty shade thee, And the zephyr softly creeps— 'Parts their leaves with gentle finger, Waves their tresses o'er thy head. Birth., and balm, and blossoms linger 'hound their olden play niate's bed , O'er thee play the Numb/tarns Srightly ; O'er thee stray the zephyrs lightly ; !Oars are *ltaly whispering nightly, Parisian, farewell ! Here's thy bed—but 'mid supernal Song end bloom thy footsteps rove; Brother, in that home eternal • Thou so soon hest lound above, Wilt thou think of WI who wander, Spirit-bound, with sin and Gtr! Wilt thou telt the spirits yonder 'Of thy kindred waiting here I Tell them that on some bright morrow We the golden harps would borrow, Never more to sing in sorrow Farewell, farewell ! 'Happy thought, my faith grows stronger, Brothers, slaters, dry your eyes; "%keeping parents, mourn no longer For your angels in the ak ice ; For, oh, when ye've left the mortal, When the shadowy vale ye've trod, Their lair 'hands may lift the portal, They may lead you home to God. Let us pledge our heave, in token That we'll be a bend unbroken, 'Round that throne where ricer is spoken Farewell, farewell ! HOMELY MARIA. BY MRS. N. DEN I SON "This is living !" exclaimed a gay lOok ing young man, sitting down to a neat, but abundant country breakfast table. "By this time the city folks are nearly baked, while here the wind comes blowing over that clover field, sweet with June roses.— Vome, Maria, what kind of a company ran we get up for a fishing party ? Put bound to have a time." "You won't find city fashions or city beauties here," said Marin, smiling, but Fred cut her speech short with— " Confound city beauties, and every thing belonging to the city just now, I'll have none of them. I tell you I've come to the country just to cut clear from city sights and sounds. There, that's not a very elegant expression, but you must make the best of it. I'm as much of a rustic as any of you. I'm going to make friends with every farmer's boy, and claim cousinship with the teacher, and the min ister especially. As to the young ladies, I'm prepared to like every one of them, especially if they all make such bread as you, Maria. One meal like this is worth a dozen in the oity." Maria blushed, as most young ladies do when they are complimented. She was a plain, sweet-tempered girl—an adopted (laughter, who, since her earliest years, had been a devoted child to the farmer and his wife. She knew she was not hand some ; and she painfully felt the differ- i ence when in the society of her beautiful foster-cousin, Fred's only sister, whose long golden curls and eyes of heavenly blue, whose form of perfect contour, and man ners bewitchingly graceful, crowded her shrine with lover's and admirers. Neith er was she accomplished, save in the poe. session,2l) .a voice very pure and powerful. Her foster-parents were old-fashioned peo ple, and were proud of her ability and na tural aptitude fa house-work. None could keep house better than Maria. From gar ret to cellar of the old fashioned mansion, with its out-of-the-way ettrpers„ and crook ed passageswsa seen the fairy-lilukneatneas of some master band. And that hind was .; though so quietly phe, 3 mOved a bout, and with such consummate Met and skillful foresight that every eledent. of confusion seemed toiall into order the mo ment her presence became visible. Under that plain exterior laid a mine rich with jewels, and though so unostentatious that one might, have questioned her capacity, she Was 'nevertheless a women of intellect, She read much, but she thought more ; and though she rarely talked, t when she did, one could but listen with groling ad miration. Fred. Watson bad just peeved hie college etiounoneentent with units* bettor: Worn out in nod; and mind,' he nought the beau tiful notintry home of his uncle, and in- GETTYSBURG, PA., FRID terttd with a hearty zest into the enjoy mbnt of rural pleasures. He was pleased with Maria, thought her an 'excellent cook,' and altogether a nice girl, but considered her nothing more. Day after day her qui et face was his companion, and yet he saw nothing but an ordinary person with rath er more than in ordinary share of good' One pleasant evening they sat upon the porch long after the twilight had faded out. Silence reigned,save when the drow sy kin; moved home-ward, tinkling the bells that hung from their huge throats. In among the tangled leaves of the old trees through which the sky seemed broken into blue and .white, the pale youg moon look ed faintly. It was the last of August, and hear; of ripened corn mingled their tresses of gold with the stubble of harvest ground. A river with banks of low willows hanging • over till they dipped their green tassels in its depth, bubbled but a few feet from the old homestead—while, thrown full in a circle of white light. the explore high wall with its enormous sweep, its bucket, wind lass and chain, groupdd in one black mass in the Centre, fortned•as pleasant' a picture as ever gladdened the eye of painter or poet. Fred., who thought of leaving in a few I day, was now unwontedly eloquent in praise ; of his city home. He had told Maria all the beautiful girls be knew—how one had eyes like night, and tresses like the deep of an 0021111-wave lit by the moon-lustre. How another had soft English beauty, 1 cheeks tinged with the bloom of the peach, and hair like the gleaming silk of core, i eyes bluer than the sky, • and a smile as sweet as May. He told of their varied graces ; with what taste one played the harp, and how her white arm flashed over its gold. How surpassingly radiant an other seemed in the lighted bull room— each one possessing some glorious gift that was sealed to poor Maria. And long after they had parted, the poor girl sat in her little chamber, and pon dered on what he had said. With tears standing on her lashes, she whispered, "Oh, why wax I not beautiful ? Then for a mo ment she stood before her glass, but put ting her hands before her face, she mur mured, "No, no; no jewels, no flowers, no rare adornment would make me other than I am—homely Muria." She sat down again and looked out upon tha calm night. Nature is beautiful, she thought ; there is not au ugly flower in td e universe ; the tiniest spear of grass is beautiful, the sky, the clouds, every tree— I nature is all beautiful; why was not I I given the charm of pleasing and winning hearts ?" At that moment her eye fell on her Bible. The very sight seemed a bitter reproof. "God made me what I am," she murmured, "and 1 am rendering myself hideous in his sight by thus complaining. I will try to be happier, I pill try to con quer this vain and wicked wish, for Ile knows what is best for me." So she would not weep or repine any more, but praying with the simplicity of a child, she sought an innocent pil low. And that very night Fred. sat musing in his, own room, long after the moon had vanished among the stars. '"She is cer tainly g fine girl, but so homely. It's a pity she had not some redeeming feature ; for instance—beautiful eyes, or fine com plexion. Certainly she is the most enter taining creature, for one that knows so little ; but say what you will she's homely Maria, and always will be— pity !" The next day Fred. was gone from early morning till night; and Muria, in keeping heart and hands busily employed strove I I to banish all thoughts that tended to make ! her dissatisfied with herself. In the even ! ing her cousin came home with a violent headache, and by the day upon which he had settled with himself to retutn, he was sick with a raging fever. For three weeks was Maria at his bedside night and day. She hardly allowed herself to rest for a moment, and all the while did not neglect overlooking the house-hold, or attending to the comfort of her aged foster parents. And sweeter than tongue can tell, seemed her ministrations to the invalid. tier band upon his burning forehead, her skill to raise the pillow, and place his head just as he could lie easiest i above all heir cheery smile, her quiet manner, never prophesying danger, her untiring attention and almost prophet eye—these were dearer to him than ever he deemed such service could be. And when the fever had spent its 'wild courkii, sad the heartiroved languidly, but genfry, and - it was heaven to feel the soft air wipe in and steal wooingly over his temples, then he prised the gentle girl of whom haled thought so little. Then al most lost in wonder, he listened to her liquid voice muting with fine poetic feel ing, his favorite authors—or, while she sang in her low rich tones some old &- miller ballad. Then be saw the, eye I kindled that he had thotight so destitute ! of the light of-genius ; he noted the meta morphosis always visible to the yawning glance of love, and wandered why he tall- SAID FREE." ignA.RL ed Mari► ham had so for rem atoned the hr to be away fro) tentatious mr her house-hol There seemed est domestio of purity, the heart into•lill Yes, he km gent collegial devotion that had declared tiful as an al found his h homely Maria Ad her so, be ightrued at 111 -hint with train- It was not sure, reader this result, listeu bliug. Too generous to she thought might him with her tkat had linger than Adm. gratitude,- she sus whole heart,--..s hoar she knew, belonged 1. "You must go to the city," slie said, "mingle again ;th its fair daugh ters, tebt your love det its gay - -siccum and if at the end of year you still wish me to be your wife, I ' not say no; but kill then, let us nuke no rigagement. And if you should love snot er—her voice falter ed—"rernember, I s ail never blame you, but live in the sweetiremembrance of your, love for one so unwcitby as Maria." 1 Entreaty was useltas. Maria was firm, and at lust Frederiell consented. Back to his father's hail be wandered ; the young and lovely thronge4habout his path, and wondered why theylad no lover in him. Every beautiful girl whose charms were enhanced by sterling virtues, seemed yet not beautiful as Astivaud. he was aston ished at his own immobility, when some new star of loveliness Sidled for worship.— It was because he lord goodness for its own,wortt uloue—it Om because his con verse with Muria had made his heartstroug- er and purer. ' It wan nearing the smond evening of Au gust. Twilight laid itt its red beauty upon the hills and theforestn, and the beautiful fields about the old fianily runnhion of the Watsou's. Within, mile heart, nt least,bent with expectation. Maxis, wore restless than the hail ever beetrimfore, edam at tau open window. straining her vision , some times through gathering tears. She was the slime sweet girl as of old, and yet t here seemed some change. Tlif eyes were deeper, larger, brighter ; her brown hair hung in abundant rluglets, her dark check was tinged with a rich hue, her lips were more eloquent. A dress of white made tastefully, set off her small and pret ty figure to advantage ; but yet there was a something—a spiritual look born of devo tion to her lover. Maria seemed better than beautiful. But she was intensely anxious. Every moment she would clasp her hands and walk nervously—sometimes a little outside the old door, picking and pulling to pieces the red roses, and sweet honeysuckle.— What if he came not ? She had no inti mation that he would, though the general tone of his letters was unaltered. He might not come to-night, or to-morrow, or in a week ; August was the period aped. fted—no particular day or hour ; and yet it would seem so muck sweeter if he would come early. At last the twilight lingered only over the horizon; the quiet stars came out, the cricket began chirping under the hearth, the last tinkling cow-bell had puttied, and "katy-did" hung up her little trump et. - Maria Hilted and entered the parlor, all fragrant with late roses, late andvery rare. She sat down, and a feeling of loneliness came over her, she had so expected him:—and oh I if he came not at all— if— "Maria, dear Maria.' Oh how she sprang from her seat, and turning in another instant, was folded in his arms. What cared she for beauty then ? Sweet triumph