COME AND TAKE ME. Duvivier. -v ' ' Y0L1. CLEARFIELD, WEDNESDAY, JULYS, 1854. " , M). 3 s : . : . RAFTSMAN'S JOURNAL. Bex. Joxes, Publisher. Pr. annum, (payable in advance.) SI 00 If paid within wie year, 1 50 After the expiration of the var. 2 00 No paper discontinued until all arrearages are paid. A failure to notify a discontinuance at the ex pi ration of the term subscribe- for, will be consider- d a neW engagement. HATES Or ADVERTISEIVO. 1 ins. 2 ins. 3 ins. Faur lines or less, $ 25 3 37 .S 50 One square (12 lines.) 50 75 I 00 Three squares, 1 50 3 00 2 50 Six lines or leu, one year, 4 00 Que square " - 50 Three squares " 12 00 Half a column " , X 0 Advertisements act marked with the number of insertions desired will be continued until directed to be stopped, and charged according to these terms. Business notices, in item eolumn, eight eonts per Ile for every insertion. All letters Ac, should be addressed, Benj. Jones, "Raftsman's Journal," Clearfield, Pa., (post-paid to receive attention.) PABODY 0f0NLINIE-. In seasons when our funds are low, "Subscribers are provoking slow, And new supplies keep up the'flow Of dimes, departing rapidly. But we shall sea a sadder sight, When duns pour in from morn till night, Commanding every sixpence bright To be forked over speedily. Our bonds and due bills are arrayed Each seal and signature's displayed The holders vow they must be paid With threats of "Law and Chancery," Then to despair we're almost driven There's precious little use in livin', When our last copper's rudely riven From hands that held it lovingly. But larger yet these dues shall grow When interest's added on below, Length 'ning our chin afoot or soj While gazing at them hopelessly. Tis so, that scarce have we begun "To plead for time upon a dun; Before there comes some other one Demanding pay ferociously. The prospect darkens. On, ye brave, Who would our very bacon save ! Waive, Patriots! all your pretexts waive ! And pay the Printer cheerfully. Ah! it would yield cs pleasure sweet, A few delinquents now to meet, Asking of us a clear receipt, For papers taken reg'larly. THE OLD MAN'S STORY. A Thrilling Sketch. I shall never forget the commencement of the temperance reform. I was a child at the time, of some ten yeara of age. Our home had every comfort,- and my parents idolized me. their child. Wine was often on the table, and both my father and my mother frequently gaTe it to me in the bottom of the glasses. One Sunday at church a startling announce ment was made to our people. I knew noth Ing cf Its purport, but there was much whim pering among the men. The pastor said that on the next evening there would be a meeting, and an address on the evils of intemperance in the use of alcoholic drinks. lie expressed himself Ignorant of the object of the meeting, and could not say what course it would be best to pursue in the matter. The subject of the meeting came up at our table after the service, and I questioned my father about it with all the curious eagerness of a child. The whisper and words which had been dropped in my hearing clothed the whole affair with a great mystery to me, and I was 1I eagerness to learn some strange thing. My father merely said It was some scheme to unite Church and State. The night came, and troops of people gath ered on the tavern steps, and I heard the jest and the laugh, and saw drunken men reeling out of the bar-room. I urged my father to let me go, but he refused. .Finally, thinking it would be an innocent gratification of my curi osity he put on his hat and we passed across the green to the church. I remember well bow the people appeared as they came m, seeming to wonder what kind of an exhibition was to come off. In the corner was the tavern keeper, and around him a number of friends. For an hour the people of the placo contin- med to come in, until there was a lair house full All were curiouslv watching at the door won- 4eriog what would appear next. ' The pastor stole ia and took a et behind a piller under the gallery, as if doubtfull of the propriety oi being in church at all. Two men finally came in and went to the al ter, and took their seats. All eyes were fixed ..pontiiem, and a general stillness pervaded .the house. . The men were unlike in appearance, one be ing short and thick-set in build, the other tall -end well formed. The younger had the man ner and dress of a clergyman, a full round face, and quite a good natured look, as he leisurely looked around the audience. ,But my childish interest was all in the- old man. His broad, deep chest, and unusual heizhtb, looked giant-like as ho strode up the aisle. Ills hair was white, his brow deeply ' Beamed with furrows, and around hia handsome mouth linea of calm and touching sadness Ills eye was black and restless, and kindled as the tavern keeper uttered a low jest aloud :Hi lips were, comprewed, and a crimson fluth went and came over his pale cheek. One arm was off above the elbow, and there was a wide scar over the right eye. The younger finally arose and stated the ob ject of the meeting, and asked if there was a clergyman present to open with prayer. Our pastor kept his seat, and the speaker himself made a short prayer, and then made a short address, at the conclusion calling upon any one present to make remarks. The pastor rose under the gallery and at tacked the positions of the speaker, using the argument which I have often heard since, and- concluded by denouncing those engaged in the new movement as meddlesome fanatics, who wish to break up the time-honored usages of good society, and injure the business of re spectable men. "At the conclusion of his re marks, the tavern keeper and his friends got up a cheer, and the current of feeling was ev idently against the strangers and their plan. While the pastor was speaking, the old man had fixed his dark-eye upon him, and leaned forward as if to catch every word. as tne pastor . iook rus sear, tue old man arose, hi3 tall form "towering in its symmetry, and hfs chest swelling as he inhaled his breath through his thin dilated nostrils. Tome, that time, there was something awe inspiring and grand in the appearance of the old man as he stood with his full eye upon the audience, his teeth shut hard, and a silence like that of death throughout the church. He bent his gaze upon tho tavern keeper, and that peculiar eye lingered and kindled for half a moment. The scar grew red typon his forehead, and beneath the heavy eyebrows his eyes glittered and glowed like those of a serpent. Tho tav ere keeper quailed before that searching glance, and I felt a reliel when the old man withdrew his gaze. For a moment he seemed lost in thought, and then with a low aud tremulous tone commenced. There was a depth in that voice, a thrilling pathos and sweetness, which rivited every heart iu the house, before the first period had . been rounded. My father's attention had become fixed upon the speaker with an interest which I had never before seen LS-W'oV whaTtfierold""man said, though the scene is as vivid belorc me as any mail ever witnessed. My friends! lama stranger in your vil lage, and I trust I may call you friends a new star has arisen, and there is hope in the dark night which hangs like a pall of gloom over our country.' With a thrilling depth of voice, the speaker continued: 0 God, thou who lookest with compassion upon the most erring of earth's children, I thank, thee that a brazen serpent has been lifted, upon which the drunk ard can look and be helped ; that a beacon has burst out upon the darkness that that surrounds him which shall guide back to honor and heav en, the bruised and weary wanderer.' It is strange what power, there is in some voices. The speaker was slow and measured, but a tear trembled in every tone ; and before I knew why, a tear dropped upon my hand, followed bv others like raindrops. The old man brushed one from his own eyes, and con tinued : Men and Christians ! You have just heard that T am a vagrant and fanatic. I am not. As God knows my own sad heart, I came here to do good. Hear me, and be just. I am an old man, standing alone, at the end of life's journey, there is a deep sorrow in my heart, and tears in my eyes. I have journeyed over a dark and beaconless ocean, and all life's hopes have been wrecked. I am without friends, home or kindred upon earth, and look with longing to the rest of the night of earth. Without friends, kindred or home ! I was not so once.' - No one conld withstand the touching pathos of the old man. I noticed a tear trembling on the lid of mv father's eve. and I no more felt ashamed of my own. No, my friends, it was not so once ! Away over the dark waves which have wrecked my hopes, there is the blessed light of happiness and home. I reach again convulsively for the shrines of the household idols that once were now miuc no more.' The old man seemed looking away through fancy upon some bright vision, his lips apart and hia lingers extended. I involuntary turn t e(j ju e direction 'where it was pointed dreading to eco some shadow invoked by it magic mo'ements. I once had a mother With her old heart crushed with sorrows, she went down to her grave. I once had a wife a fair, angel-hearted creature as ever smiled in an earthly home. Her eyes as mild as a summer sky and her heart as faithful and true as ever guarded and cherished ahusband's love. Her blue eyes crew dim as the floods of sorrow washed away its brightness, and the living heart I wrung un til every fibre was broken. I once had a noble, a brave and beautiful boy, but he was driven out from the ruins of his home, and my old heart yearns to know if yet he lives. I once had a babe a sweet, tender blossom, but my hands destroyed it, and it livcth with one who loves children. Do uot bo startled, friends ; I am not a mur derer, in the common acceptation of the term. Yet there is a light in my evening sky. A ti,.rMn;ii nvrr the return of her bpinv uiui-ii vj"w - prodigal son. The wife smiles upon him who again turns back to virtue and honor. The child-angel visits me at nightfall, and I feel the hallowing touch of a tiny palm upon my fever ish check. My brave boy,if he yetvcs, would forgive the sorrow of an old man for the treat ment which drove him into the world, and the blow that maimed him for life. God forgive me for the ruin I have brought upon me and mine. He again wiped a tear from his eye. My father watched him with a strange interest, and a countenance unusually pale and excited by some strange emotion. 'I was once a fanatic, and madly followed the malign light which led me to ruin. I was a fanatic when I sacrificed my wife, children, happiness and home, to the accursed demon of the bowl. I -once adored the gentle being whom I injured so deeply. I was a drunkard. From respectability and affluence, I plunged into degredation and pov erty. I dragged my family down with me. For years I 3aw her check pale, and her step grow weary. I left her alone amid the wreck of her home idols, and rioted at the tavern. She never complained, yet she and the chil dren went hungry for bread. ' One New. Year's night, I returned late to the hut where charity had given us a roof. She was yet up, and shivering over the coals. I demanded food, but she bursted into tears and told me there was none. I fiercely ordered ler to get some. She turned her eyes sadly upon me, the tears falling fast over her pale cheek. At this moment the child in the cra dle awoke and sent up a famishing wail, start ling the despairing mother like a serpent's sting. We have no food, James I have had none for several days. I have nothing for the babe My once kind husband, must we starve?' That sad, pleading face, and those stream ing eyes, aud the feble wail of the child, mad dened me, and I yes, I struck her a fierce blow in the face, and she fell forward upon the hearth. The furies of hell boiled in my bosom, and with deeper intensity as I felt I had com mitted a wrong. I had never struck Mary be- on, and I stoopod as well as 1 comq in my imnken state, and clenched both nanus in ncr hair. 'God of mercy, James!' exclaimed my wife, as she looked up in my nenaisn countenance, -;u nr.t -ill n vou will not harm Wil- lie;' and she sprang to the cradle, and grasped him in her embrace. I caught her again by v " J --- J the hair and dragged her to the door, ana as i lifted the latch, the wind burst iu with a cloud oif snow. With the yell of a fiend, I still drag- ged her on, and hurled her out into the dark- ness and storm. With a wild na! na! l ciosea the door and turned the button, her pleading moans mingling with the wail of the blast, and flgtrce) anj si1G thought she would like tore sharp cry of her babe. But my work was not ae u Aa her husband bad left considerable complete. property, she was enabled without dfficulty to I turned to thc little bed where lay my em- and snatched 'him from his slumbers; er son. and otrainsthis half-awaked struggles, openea the door thrust him out. I could not wrencn that frenzied grasp away, and with the coolness .tviii 99 T was. shut the door upon lus arm, and with my knife severed it at the vrist.' The speaker ceased a moment and buried his face in his hands, as if to shut out some fearful dream, and his deep chest heaved like a storm-swept sea. My father had arisen from his seat, and was leaning forward, his counte nance bloodless, and the large drops standing out upon his brow. Chills crept back to my young heart, and I wished I was at home. The old man looked up, and I never have since be held such mortal agony pictured upoh a human face as there was on his. It was morning when I awoke, and the storm bad ceased, but the cold was intense. I first secured a drink of water, and then looked in the accustomed place for Mary. As I miss- cd her, for thc first time, a shadowy sense of some horrible nightmare began to dawn upon mv wanderin- mind. I thoucht I had had a r fearful dream, but I Involuntary opened tho outside door with a shuddering dread. As the door opened, the snow burst in, followed by tho fall of something across the threshold, scattering the snow and striking thc floor with a sharp, bad sound. My blood shot like red- hot arrows through my veins, and I rubbed my eyes to shut out the sight. It was O God, horrible ! it was my own mjurcct Jtary . , "vi rv i nn over true ice U W had bowed herself over the child, tol shield it, her own person stark and bare to the storm. She had placed her hair over the face of the child and the sleet had frozen it to the white ' cheek. The frost was white in its nau-cpenea eyes and upon its tiny fingers. "I know not what became of my brave boy.' Again the old man bowed his head and wept, and all that were in the house wept with him. My father sobbed like a child. In tones of low and heart-broken pathos the old man con cluded: - I was arrested, and for long months raved in delirium. . I awoke, was sentenced to pris on for ten years, but no tortures cQnldhave been like those I endured w ithin my. own bo som. O God, no I am not a fanatic. I wish to injure no one. But while I live, let me strive to warn others not to enter the path which has been so dark and fearful a one to me.' The old man sat down, but a spell as deep and strong as that wrought by some wizard's breath, rested upon the audience. Hearts could have been heard in their beating, and tears to fall. The old mau then asked the peo pie to sign the pledge. My father leaped from his seat, and snatched at it eagerly. I had followed him, and as he hesitated a mo ment with the pen iu the ink, a tear fell from the old man's eye on the paper. Sign it, sign it, young man. Angels would sign it. I would write my name there ten thousand times in blood if it would bring back my loved and lost ones.' t Mj' father wrote Moktiuoue Hcdson.' The old man looked wiped his tearful eyes, and looked again, his countenance alternately flush ed with a red and deathlike paleness. It is no, it cannot be yet how strange, muttered the old man. 'Pardon me, sir, but that was the name of my brave boy. My father trembled, aud held up the left arm, from which the hand had been severed. They looked for a moment in each other's eyes, both reeled and gaspecL My own injured son ! My father." - They fell upon each other's necks and wept, until it seemed that their souls would grow and mingle into one. There was weeping in that church, and sad faces around me. Let me thank God for this great blessing which has gladdened my guilt-burdened soul!' exclaimed the old man; and kneeling down, he poured out his heart in one of the most melt ing prayers I ever heard. The spell was then broken, and all eagerly signed the pledge, slowly going to their homes, as if loth to leave the spot. The old man is dead, but the lesson he taught his grand-child on the knee, as his evening sun went down without a cloud, will never be forgotten. His fanaticism has lost none of its fire in my manhood's heart. Amateur Farming. People generally make a great mistake in bV rfiarTof attention iV tf&'fn&Rl&i - to secure success, tnat one can piuugo farming without any previous acquaintance with it without, perchance, knowing tne difference between a rake and a wfteeioarrow, nr ft rlow and a sickle. Such, however, is frequcutiy the case. Even farmers who shouW know letter, arc apt to undervalue the . t of knowledge and skill requisite to a succcsafui carrying on of their business. ' -r;heu Mr. Hunter, a city merchant, died, i(jow wa3 seized with a strong desire to go intQ thc conntry to live. She had read in the BiWe 0f6-lttng under one's own "vine and . j desire. She purchased a large . , 8tockc(1 it through the agency of others. Of course there was a great prooa- bilitv of her being cheated. Chancing tor oe out there a few weeks after she had estabnsneu herself on the farm, as she was dscoursing in -ivn-irK trm cf her arrangements, we asked 6""""4 " if she kept hens? "Yes," said she, "but I sba'nt much longer. They're more plague than -profit. I've been here four weeks, and the lazy creatures hav'nt laid a sinzlc egg. Besides, the're fighting all the time." ; We requested to be shown to the coop. Look vour hens ?" - Thro don't vou see them f i nose are an I have." "No wonder, then, you don't get any eggs, madam. Those are all roosters ! "What! and dou't roosters lay egg?" asked Mrs. nuntcr in surprise, "i inougni . -r at 1. A. they di(j or j 8iIOuld'nt have bought them." j8 Tunter kCpt to agriculture for a year, , t.nn t,.j th(, w;sdoui to sell off, having I t ii & 111V.U uu - - - BUIlk seVeral thousand dollars in "amateur far mng. Advantage op Paying for a Newspaper in Advance. One of the facts put in evidence at tho supreme court, to sustain the will of the late Wm. Russell, was, that only a lew days be fore he made his will, he called at tho orhce of the Democrat and paid for his paper a year 1 in wivanop. increDV suvuik fact wa3 dwelt upon at length, by counsel- nd commented upon by the judge ;ii Ins chjge I as one ot great importance. Verdict ot tne jury would seem to sustain the position, that a m? who has mind and memory enoug it 10 . .-.S rr vn nav for his newspaper in wivauw, - a- " . V 1 . T" M tent to make hia will. t ranKitn jjemocrtu. 3The Springfield Post says, if you open an oyster and retain tho liquor upon tho deep shell, on examining it with a microscope you will find it full of little oysters floating about, ono hundred and thirty of which only cover an inch: you will .1 terceive in it a variety of animalculse, and myriads of worms of three distinct species, gam boling In the fluid. rGlass bottles were first made in England bout 1558. The art of making glass bottles and drinkine (classes was known to the Romans ia the -oar 79, A.P , they have been found in th rains of rompeiL A Leaf from Fanny Fern. ' Dear me, I must go shopping. Shopping is a great nuisance, clerks are impertinent; fe minity victimized. Miserable day, too; mud plastered an inch thick on the side walk. .WelLifwe drop our skirts, gentlemen cry "Ugh;" if we lift them from the mud they levei their eye-glass at our ankles. The true defi nition of a gentleman (not found in compleate Webster )is a biped, who, of a muddy day, is pcfectly oblivious of any thing but the shop signs. Viva la France! Ingenious Parisans, send us over your clever invention a chain suspen ded from the girdle, at the end of which is a gold hand to clasp up the superfluous length of our promenading robes, thus releasing our human digits and leaving them at liberty to wrestle with rude Boreas for the possession of thc detestable little sham bonnets, which the milliners persist in hanging on the backs of our necks. Well, here wc are at Call & Ketceum's dry goods store. Now comes the tug of war; let Job's mantle fall on my feminine shoulders. nave you blue silk? Yardstick, entirely ignorant of colors, after fifteen minutes snail-like research, (during which time I stand impatiently on one 1 inib) hands me down a silk that Is as green as him self. Oh ! away with these stupid mascul ne clerks, and give us women, who know by intuition what we want, to the iruenso saving of our lungs and leather, patience and prunella! "Here'sMr. Timathy Tape's establishment" "Have you any lace collars (point) Mr. Tape?" Mr. Tape looks beneficent, and shows me some rounded collars, I repeat my request in the most pointed manner for pointed collars. Nr. Tape, replies with a patronizing grin , "Points Is out, ma'am." So am I." Dear me, how tired my feet are! Neverthe- i less, I most have some merino. So I opened the doorf 3Ir. numbug's dry goods store, w hich is about a half a mile in length, and in quired for the desired article. Youg Yiird- stick directs me to the counter at the extreme and arrive there just ten minutes wn,itr-M by my repeater, when I am told that they "are out of mermoes but wont, joucov . 1 .. , i.A -w cloth do as well?" I rush out m a mgu-i-t. frenzy, and 'taking refuge iu thc next-aoor neighbour, inquire for some stockings. Whereupon thc clerks mquire(oi tne wrons customer) "what price I wish to Py.?" f course I am so verdant as to be caught in that tran and. tetotally disgusted with the entire !..t:i.,;.-.ry ch nnwin iT T dra mv weary umos lUSLltuuvu vyx -' . "X 1 O into new saloon to rest. Bless me, what a display of gilding and girl, and gingerbread! What a heap of mirorsi There's more than one Fanny Fern in the world. I found that out since I came In. What will you be pleased to have?" J-u-1-i-u-s C-as-a-r! look at that white-aproned waiter pulling out his snuff-box and taking a pinch of snuff right over thatbowi ot wuuo ? a shucar that will be handed m live minutes sweeten my tea ! And there's anotner conio in his hair with a pocket comb over that dish . i of oysters "What will I have!" Starve but I'll have nothing till I can find a cleaner place than this to eat in. Shade of old Pau?v Pry Boston! what do I ko-i tm rwoll. T declare lam not shure x. u 7 whether they, are ladies or women.J I don understand these New York femininities.- At anv rate, they've got on bonnets, and are telling the waiters to bring them "a bottle of Maraschine de Zara, some sponge cake, and some brandy." See them sip tho cordial in their glasses with the gusto of an old toper. See theii eyes sparkle and their cheeks flush, and just hear their emancipated little tongues go ! wonder if their husbands know that tney Kt rr.nrA tlipv don't. However . it is six of one and half a dozen of the other. They are probably turning down sherry-cobblers and eating oysters at Florence's and their poor hungry childern while their parents are dain tvizing are coming home hungry from school ta eat a fragment of dinner picked up at homo by a lazy set of servants. Heigho! ladies sipping vine in a puDiic sa loon? Pilgrim, rock! hie yourself under ground. J Well "13 very shocking the number of m.ed women who pass their time ruining iiooith in these saloons, devouring Pari sian confectionary and tainting their childern's blood with an appetite for strong drink. Oh, what a mockery of home must theirs be! Heaven pity thc childern reared there, left to the chance training of vicious hirelings! DFI ain't going to bo called a printer's dAvil anv lonsrer no I ain't, exclaimed our Flibstee the other day, iu a terrible pucker W 17 ' Well what shall we call you hey?' 'Why, call me a typographical spirit of evil, if you please; that's all.' m- rtAiir&nt in Brooklyn, has the fol lowing soul stirring couplet displayed in char ters of living light on its door post: This is the- spot, , Where good oyster, ia got.' Who are your Aristocrat- T Twenty years ago, this one made candle., that one sold cheese and butter, another butch ered, a fourth caried on a distillery, another was a contractor on canals, others were mer chants and mechanics. They arc acquainted with boath ends or sociely' as their childrca will be after them though it will not do to say so out loud ! For often you shall find that these toiling worms hatch butterflies and they live about a year. Death brings a divi sion of property, and it brings new tlnancicrs; thc old gent is discharged, the young gent takes lus revenues, and "begins to travel to wards poverty, which he reaches before death or his childern do, if he does not. So that, in fact, though there is a sort of ruonicd rank, it is not hereditary , it is accessible to all; three good seasons of cotton will send a generation of men up a score of years will bring them all down, and send their children to labor. The father grubs, and grows rich Ins children strut and use the mony." Their childen ia turn, inherit the pride, and go to shiftless por- ' erty ; ne-t, their children, reinvigorated by fresh plebeian blol, and . by the smell of th clod, come up again. Thus society, like a tree, draws its sap from the earth, changes it into leaves and blossoms, spreads them abroad in great glory,sheds them oft' to fall back to thc earth, again to mingle with soil, and at length to re-appear in new trees and fresh garniture.- Hunt's Merchant' Mnxazine- Taken at Hia Word. Cromwell was thinking of marrying hia daughter to a wealthy gentleman of Glouces- tershire, when he was led to believe, by do mestic gossop, that one of his own chaplins Mr. Jeromy White, a young man of pleasing manners, and "a top wit at court," was secret ly paying his addresses to Lady. Frances, who was far from discourageing his attention. Entering his daughter's room suddenly ono day, the protectoj caught White on his knees, kissing the lady'3 ha id. "What is the mean ing of this?" he demanded.. "May it please your- highness," replied White, 'withjrreal lid who happened : t- be in thc room, "I maids, wno uff ... ,. -pntlewo- biy "praying eTldysmpwiiE-& . How, now, hussy!" said Cromwell, to tho young woman, "why do you rcfuso the. honor. Mr, White would do you I Ho la my menu,., and I expect you to treat him aa such-! "If; Mr. White intends me that honor," answered: the woman, with a very low courtesy, "I shaU; not be against "him." '.'bay'st thou so my . lass?" said Cromwell, "call Goodwin! thi business shall be done presently, before I go out of the room." Goodwin, the chaplin-, ar rived ; White had gone to far to recede, and" ha . was married on the spot to thc young woman. , Fanny Fern. The following portrait of the celebrated au thoress may be interesting to many of our rea ders. "Not two years since, she was living in... poverty; herself and children subsisting on . bread and milk ; with none to aid, or counsel, . or sympathise with her; nursing her sick little infant day and night, and wearily writing at in- . tervals whilo it slept and now, she is wealthy,:., her name has become a household word in. thousands of families in both hemispheres, where she is known by her works,and admired. and loved for her brilliant genius, her woman ly tenderness and her unmistakable goodnesa . and purity of heart. I sometimes meet this . lady in Broadway, and it may please your read ers to hear what manner of woman she is like.. Well, she is a little above the medium height, her figure is perfectly synietrical, and her bust -and shoulders, and the setting aud lift of her head, would excite the envy of Venus herself she has a delicate, beautiful, florid complex ion, glossy golden hair, an honest, handsome face; a keen dauntless, loving blue eye. and a hand and foot of the most juvenile dimensions. Her carriage is graceful; her step firm and elas tic ; her mein commanding and indomitable, yet winning; injhort, she looks just like Fan ny Fern. She dresses in perfect taste, gener ally wearing black, and sweeps along Broad--way with a grace-, abandon and self forgetful-, ness characteristic of the accomplished ladr I of society and nature's gentlewopian two-. 1.1 - . A 1 4v flTriA characters wnicn are seiuom - person. . ' "-'" r7"Said once a purse-proud, rich man just - . . ; getting into his carriage . witn nis newa daughters flaunting in velvet and . furs, to a poor laborer, who was shovelling coal into his vault: - : - : ; Joe, if you had not drunk rum, you might now have been riding in my carriage, for noth ing else could have prevented a man of your education and opiort unities from making money." - True enough,' was the reply, 'and if you had not sold rum and tempted me .to - drink and become a drunkard, you might now havo. been my driver, for rumselling was the only business by which you ever made a dollar in your life." ... . , t)-Mrs. Partington asks, rery indignantly, if the bills before -Congress are not counter feited, why there should b such a difliculty ia passing them? - I. n n
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