u it FREE AS THE WIND. AND AMERICAN TO TIIE CORE. BY 11. BUCHEE SWOOPE. CLEARFIELD, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST "8, 18-5-5: VOL. 2.-N0. 2.-T0TAL, 54. THE LAST LEAF." Br OLIVER Wt.tDF.LL BODIES. I saw him once before, As ho passed by the door, And again The pavement stones re.soand, As he totters o'er the ground, With his cane. They say that in his prime, Krc the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found, By the crier on hid round Through the town. "But now he walks the streets, And he looks on all he meets ad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head, That he seems a3 if he said They are gone. 'The mossy marble rests Ou the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Hare been carrcd for many a year, On the tomb. 'My grandmamma has said ' Poor Jady she is dead Long ago. -That he hod a Roman nose, ' And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. "Rut now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff: 'And a crook in his back, And a melancholy crack . In his laugh : I know it is a sin - For me to set and grin At him here ; . Rut his old three cornered hat, And his breeches, and all that, , Arc so oueer. ' "And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring ; -Let them smile, as I do now, . And the old forsaken bongh " Where I cling." f From the Pittsburg Evening Times. Hrs. Swisshelm and the Cathedral Dedication. Mrs. Swisshelm, was hoeing new potatoas or picking some of those glorious strawberries one Saturday, when she "got tip a tremendous thinking' about attending the Cathedral Ded ication. And she decided to attend, and did attend. In the last number of the Visitor, we gloat over the luscious, rich, rare and racy three or Tour columns, descriptive, denuncia tory, humorous, original, and withal true, or very near it the fruits of the Sunday spent in siul about the Cathedral. Now, what does Mrs. Swisshelm say 1 We shall see : The ceremonies of consecration began at 5 o'clock: Mrs. S. was perched in a window and saw "a little group of men and boys, about a dozen, wearing black petticoats, some with white lace shirts, heavily embroidered, worn over the back and descending to the feet, with a loose waist of thick white muslin; one with a short gown of embroidered lace, coming half way to the knee, and some with common white ftihsdih gowns of the some pattern. Two of these h:vl a trimming of broad lace at the bot tom, aud two had none. Two boys in book muslin short gowns and black petticoats were holding unusually' long candles in very long candlesticks, and one of the men with the lace skirt on the muslin polka was holding up a large gilt cross highly ornamented. One had a smaller silver cross, another had a gilt erook. In the centre was a little fat man in petticoats with what appeared to be a large, showy cra dle quilt pinned around his shoulders without any folding, the corners all hanging before,and It drawn tightly across the back. One man at each side was holding back the eorners ; and . on his back was a queer kind of square cape. On his head there was x pasteboard cap run ning up in the shape of a smoothing iron, and not far, we judged, from being 18 inches high. Presently a man in a white gown lifted this off his head as he stood before a small table. In about half a moment he . pressed the edges apart and slipped it over the head again, and wo noticed that Irom the back part depended two broad je'low streamers, which hung quite down to the waist f the wearer. He carried a gilt ball, the tixe of a large apple, fastened on one end of a round stick, and the other end he held in his hand. Some of the men carried books from which they appeared to be reading aud. we could hear the murmur of voices as they passed around the house, the two can dles and crosses in front, the man in the cap mating passes w ith the gilt ball towards the walls of the house, and at each pass the ball emitted a little shower like a watering pot." After watching their priestly manoeuvres a whiie, Mrs. S. got tired and Went back to bed. "In half an hour wc were called up. The procession was at the front door again, w ith an addition of three bishops in purple silk petti coat?, with wujfe. laco funics and Bleevcs, with ,5carlet undersleeves, and capes of purple silk, .something the shape, of a fireman's cape. They also wore smoothing-iron , caps with long streamers, like that of the Archbishop, . but somewhat different in color. Four priests had a little table with handles like those of a bier, and somethig on it covered with a table cloth. Four men carried a crimson canopy over it." "In the last procession, a boy went before, carrying something that looked like one of those brass lamps which used to hang in nearly all churches. This be kept most in dustriously twinging back and forth, as a school girl swings a satchel. A priest carried anoth er behind the host, and we supposed they were tensers, but the wind and rain would let nei ther these nor the candles burn. - Bishop O Conner ws the finestlboking man, in the group, and a priest in a black petticoat andjlace shortgown.who was stout built,has a good head, altho' his nose turns up badly. Some one said he was Father Reynolds, and he had a busy time acting master of ceremonies all day." Now, she comes to the morning services, having found a very good seat for hearing the sermon, at the low price of $1.00. She de scribes the procession : "At about eleven o'clock, a precession formed some place, marched out of the side door and in at the middle door in front. The leaders had to stop to have their candles relit, and with candles burning, two gold crosses and one silver one, they all marched up the middle aisle in solemn silence. - There were about sixteen of those pointed caps with split tops, and such' drosses! scarlet, gold and em broidery ! No two of the bishops dresses were exactly alike; and again Bishop O'Connor had the advantage. His tall pointed cap was a glittering white, as if overlaid with spun glass, while most of them were gilt; and as he has a really intellectual looking head, and we did not get a full length view of him, he was not so totally disfigured as some of the others. A priest in a gown and surplice, in a reading desk or pulpit, looks very well; but set any man to striding about in skirts, and he is a comical sight. The priest who bore the big gilt cross has a fine military bearing, but some thing in his face makes us think we should not like to live in the country where he was Czar. Some of the heads in the-procession positivciy made us shudder with their sinister, snaky expression, which said no gentle affec tion had ever moved the current of their, blood. God help us all if ever there should have any controlling power over the destinies of our country. We never have seen as many ugly heads in our life as were in that one proces-J sion. We do not remember ever before seeing any but three positively ugly men, and here were a full dozen or more." She talks in this wise of John ofXew York. " His face is not bad, but it gives no indica tion of great intellectual power. He looks rather querulous and quarrelsome than any thing else, and if anybody else could have made a poorer sermon it would betrange. His delivery is . execrable. He kept putting his fingers up to his lips as if he were literally drawing out his sentences, precisely as Signer Blitz draws ribbons out of his mouth." She thinks her right to indulge in these criticisms undeniable: " When any man puts himself on exhibition, and admits the public at so much a head, the usage of the press es tablishes the right of any one of the audience to criticise his appearance and performance, no matter whether he bo Bishop Hughes or Barney Williams." The Bishops perspire : " The Bishops did not look as if they could possibly be thinking of anything but the streams of perspiration running down their backs under those great bed spreads, which looked like the trappings on Mordecai and Ahasueras's horse in the . Id plates in Josephus." The whole performance strikes her operati cally : " Some of the mantles were quite as preposterously ugly as the patchwork quilts exhibited at agricultural fairs. The entire al tar performance appeared to me like a very bad representation of Norma. Ths principal prima dona was boxed up in the choir gallery, and although she sang very well, her voice is quite inferior to that of Madame de Vrics, whom alone we have seen in that character. She appeared to sing the self-same airs, but not so well, and did not act worth a cent." Doos'nt she pitch into Bishop Hughes right and left about " substance and form ?" "He told us that these forms were mani festations of God's saving grace, quoted Scrip ture to prove that God manifested himself by forms, and stated that he never manifested himself in any other way than by forms never crept into men's hearts, but exhibited himself to their senses. Christ came in a human form, and tha testimony of the Spirit appeared on the day of Pcnticost in the visible form of cloven tongues. He did not specify the par ticular text in which they had received the pattern of the green and white patchwork quilts worn by several of the Bishops, or where the revelation was given for the form of the split-topped cap. Neither did he hint at the particular spiritual signification of any one of all those strange forms. They all signified re ligion; and we concluded such religion was a very piebald afTair. It occurs to us that the bishops, as successors of twelve fishermen whose honors have descended to them in a straight line, have singular insignia of their trade. ; St. Peter would tiara had a good time catching fish in one of these jackets, and af ter the ascension of the Saviour they must have had a sweltering time travelling in the land of olives with a mule's load of toggery on their backs, and those open-topped, rimless fixtures on their heads. It was a singular. at tire for men who spent their lives travelling about generally in hot countries. It is a won der they did not all go blind for want of some protection to the eyes, and die of sun stroke for lack of a covering on the top oi their head." And she winds np with the fervent hope that God may save us from the power of these men who pretend to represent the Majesty of God in their own persons, by donning the tog gery of a ball room or a buffoon, and permit their fellow worms, immortal as themselves, to kneel befope them as in the presence of the Most High. God protect us from the political influence of the men who erect bona fide thrones in our land and ask their fellow citizens to kneel befor them as they sit surrounded by the ensigns of royalty." Thus saith Mrs. Swisshelm. We are glad she went to the Dedication, for it was need ful to havo some out-spoken, honest, tin trammelled reporter like herself present. In her own peculiar style, full of oddities, rough with burlesque, and as free as the wind, she speaks the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and glad we are she had her say HENRY CLAY'S ELOQUENCE- . FROM CCLTOS'S -'LIFK AXD TIMES." Among the lost speeches of Mr. Clay, the memory of which lives while they who heard them live, aud the thought of which awakens to new life the feelings they produced, was one delivered at Lexington, as late as May, 1843, the occasion and history of which are as fol lows: After Mr. Clay had retired from the sen ate of the United States, in 1842, till tho next year, during which time it was expected that he would bo nominated for president in 1844, great efforts were made in Kentucky, and thro' out the Union., by his political opponents, not only to vilify him, but to bring into odium the twenty-seventh Congress, which was the last in which Mr. Clay had had a scat as a senator, and" the endeavors of which were chiefly direc ted to establish the policy and measures called for by the political revolution of 1840. Mr. Clay was virulently traduced by soma base persons in Lexington, and that neighborhood. As a perpetual dropping wears a stone, so these in cessant attacks, tho' false and foul, and known to le such, if unnoticed and unrepellcd, might produce injurious effects on the common mind. He, therefore, resolved, and caused a notice to be published, that he would meet his fellow- citizens of Fayette and the adjoining counties, at Lexington, on a day specified, to repel these charges. His friends, whom, on this occasion he had not consulted, regretted the step, as being unnecessary. They thought theso at tacks unworthv of notice. This' difference of opinion was painful to Mr. Clay, and no doubt contributed not a little to that depth and pow er of feeling, which he manifested on the oc casion. The notice brought together a great concourse of people, whom no place, but the public square, could accommodate. The patriarch-statesman was to appear before his old friends and neighbors, of forty years' standing, once more, and for the last time, in that capaci ty, in which he had not been heard for many years, and in which no one ever exacted to hear him again. And it was the vile tongue of calumny that was to be encountered. Tho following account of this address was furnished for the author, by a highly-respected fellow-citizen of Mr. Clay, and the words of the opening, as quoted, are exact. When Mr. Clay rose, he was evidently excited, lie com menced by saying, with markud emphasis "Fellow-citizens: I am now an old man quite an old man." Here he bent himself downward. "But yet, it will be found, I am not too old to vindicate my principles, to stand by my friends, or to defend myself" raising his voice, loud er and louder, at each successive member of the sentence, and elevating his person in a most impressive manner. He then proceeded: " It so happens, that I hare again located myself in the practice of my profession, in an office with in a few rods of the one which I occupied, when, more than forty years ago, I first come among you. an orphan and a stranger, and your fathers took me by the band, and made me what I am. I feci like an old stag, which has been long coursed by the hunters and the hounds, through brakes and briers, and o'er distant plains, and has at lost returned to his lair, to lay himself down and die. And yet, the vile curs of party are barking at my heels, and the blood-hounds of personal malignity are aiming at my throat. I scoitx and defy them, as I ever did." When he uttered these last words, he raised himself to his most erect posture, and eleva ted his hands and arms, wide extended above his head, seeming to have nearly doubled the height of his tall person. The effect was overwhelming! indescribable! ! To have any approximate idea of the effect of this speech, which continued for hours, ful ly sustained throughout, in vindication of the twenty-seventh Congres, of whig policy and principles, and in defence of the orator himself against his calumniators, one should have a view of all the attributes of eloquence ascribed to Mr. Clay,the use of scarcely one of which was wanting on that occasion. Nor should it bo for gotten that he was then 60 years old., It may be asked, if any orator can be named in all histo ry, who ever produced such an effect, in so few words, and those the mere exordium of his or ation 1 They all knew, that what he said was true. "I am an old man." Didn't they know that 1 And the moment he said it, they began to weep. When he pointed to his present of fice, and to the place of the old one, a few rods distant, they all knew thai. "I came here, more than forty years ago, an orphan and a stranger." They kney that. "Your fathers took me by the hand and made me what I am." It is impossible to conceive of the effect of this. They wept like children, and only wished they could do as much. They could at least stand Dy him. "I feel like an old stag." Now he is speaking to Kentucky hunters. Their ears are all erect for what la comjng, An4 by the time bo had gone through with the figure, and its application, the struggle between (he sympa thy whjoh streamed, from the eyes of some, and the indignation which, plenched the fists of See Johnston's Lives. others, of that vast multitude all knowing it was all true, every word of it was like the throes of a mountain in agony. A part of the sublimity of the spectacle consisted in a con cern, what might be the fruit of such passion. For some of his defamers were present. But when Mr. Clay rose, in all the majesty of his own loftiness, threw his arms on high, and his voice out into the heavens he stood under its canopy and said, " scorn and def ythem, as I ever did," they dashed away their tears, and resolved to be as stout of heart as he, and to vindicate his honor. A reply was expected. But prudence got the better of the purpose. Many of the lost speeches of Mr. Clay arc among the most effective he ever delivered. None of those uttered by him during the agi tation of the Missouri question, aro preserved; and it is said, that he spoke between twenty and thirty times. He was the master-spirit of that exciting and thrilling debate, and was alone the cause of tho settlement of a question which shook the nation to its foundations. Some of those addresses have been spoken of as exceeding in power and effect anything Mr. Clay ever did. All his speeches, social, pop ular, forensic, and parliamentary, from the be ginning to the end of his career as an orator and debater in these several spheres of action, if they had been preserved and collected, would make a small librarv. The Wotr or Scandal. Mr. Wilberforce relates that at one time he found himself chroni cled at " St. Wilberforce" iu an opposing journal, and the following is given as an ''in stance of his Pharisaism :" "He was lately seen," says tho journal, " walking up and down in the Bath Pump Room reading his prayers', like his predecessors of old, who prayed in the corners of the streets to bo seen of men." "" Asthcre is generally," says Mr. Wilberforce," some slight circumstance which pcrverseness turns into a charge of reproach, I began to reflect, and I soon found the occa sion of the calumny. It was this : I was walking in the Pump Boom in conversation with a friend ; a passage was quoted from Hor ace, the accuracy of which was questioned, and, as I had Horace in my pocket, I took it out and read the words. This was the plain bit of wire' which factions malignity sharpen ed into a pin to pierce my reputation." How many ugly pint have been manufactured out of even smaller bits of wire than that. Th ree Elements op National G reatness. "Three things," says John Dc Witt, the emi nent statesman of Holland, "arc essential to national prosperity and greatness popular liberty, perfect religious toleration and peace." Nothing, he says, is so utterly wasteful of na tional strength and riches as War. Its cost all conies upon the people. It enriches no body but contractors, demagogues and tyrants. It always ends by increasing the power of the few and diminishing the rights and liberties of the many. Republics must mind their own affairs, and let other nations fight out their own quarrels and settle tho balance of power to suit themselves. So long as Holland kept to these maxims of her great statesman, she was a first-rate republic. She has long ago forsaken them, and is now about a fifth rate monarchy. ArtificulStoxe. An Albany papcrrecent- ly published a call for a meeting to form a com pany for the manufacture of artificial stone by a process for which a patent is said to bo ob tained. It is claimed that a substance equal to sand stone can be obtained by this process, and that while in its green state it can be moulded to any pattern desired. It is said al so that this material can be supplied for. one quarter or less of the cost of freestone. Wc have some curiosity to see it, and to read au thentic reports of adequate experiments to test it. Until witnessing these, wc shall regard the statement as "important, if true. r7 The Paris correspondent of La Progres is epigrammatic on "Monsieur Bonapart." It says, speaking of the Crimean Vandalism: "There were, in the Crimea, two cities, a seat of war and a seat of art, Sebastopol and Kertch, The one terrible, and ready for combat, the other charming and open to hospitality. At Sebastopol ten thousand pieces of cannon, a fleet, and a heroic garrison; at Kertch a port crowded with merchantmen, elegant promen ades, an old temple of Esculapius women and children. M- Bonaparte has taken Kertch." trThe Methodists of Canada West, at their meeting, made two important changes in their church policy. They have consented to ex tend a period of a minister's residence on a circuit from two to five years, in. any case where a request to that effect emanates from a quarterly meeting of a circuit. They have al so consented to admit an equal representation of clerical and lay members at the annual dis trict meeting of the convention. A Nick Point of Law. It has been sug gested to our friend, Mr. Briefless that his opinion would be very valuable on the ques tion whether a maq, wfcp, 4e before ha has settled with his. editors, way bo considered, to have shown an undue preference in paying the 4ebr of nature before his other liabilities. - . rj" Work is the weapon of honor and he who lacks the weapon will never triumph. CHARLES DICKENS. BV thackebat. As for the charities of Mr. Dickens, multi plied kindnesses which he has conferred uion us all; upon our children ; upon people edu cated and uneducated; upon the myriads here and at home, who .speak our common tongue ; have not you, have not I, all of us reason to be thankful to this kind friend, who soothed and charmed so many hours, brought pleasure and sweet language to so many homes; made such multitudes of children happy; endowed us with such a sweet store of gracious thoughts, fair fancies, soft sympathies, hearty enjoy ments. There are creations of Mr. Dickens' which seem to me to rank as personal benefits ; figures so delightful, that one feels happier and better for knowing them, as one does for being brought into the society of very good men and women. The atmosphere in which these people livo is wholesome to breathe in ; you feci that to be allowed to speak to them is a personal kindness; you come away better for your contact with them ; your hands seem cleaner from having the privilege of shaking theirs. Was there ever a better charity ser mon preached in the world than Dicken's Christmas Carol ? I believe it occasioned im mense hospitality throughout England; was the means of lighting up hundreds of kind fires at Christmas time; caused a wonderful outpouring of Christmas good feeling; of Christmas punch-brewing ; an awful slaughter of Christmas turkeys, and roasting and bast ing of Christmas beef. As for this man's love of children, that amiable organ at the back of his honest head must be perfectly monstrous. All children ought to love him. I know two that do, aud read his books ten times for once that they peruse the dismal preachments of their father. I know one who, when she is happy, reads Nicholas Nicklcby; when she is unhappy, reads Nicholas Nickleby ; when she is tired, reads Nicholas Nickleby; when she is in bed, reads Nicholas Nickleby; when she has nothing to do, reads Nicholas Nickleby; and when she has finished the book, reads Nicholas Nicklcby over again. This candid young. critic, at ten years of age, said, "I like Mr. Dickens's books much bettct than your books, papa;" and frequently expressed her desire that the latter author should write a book like one of Mr. Dicken's books. Who can T Every man must say bis own thoughts in his own voice, in his own way ; lucky is he who has such a charming gift of nature as this, which brings all the children in the world trooping to hini, and being fond of him. I remember when that famous Nicholas Nicklcby came out, seeing a letter from a ped agogue in the north of England, which, dis mal as it was, was immensely comical. "Mr. Dickens's ill-advised publication," wrote the poor schoolmaster, " has passed like a whirl wind over the schools of the North." He was a proprietor of a cheap school; Dothcboys Ilall was a cheap school. There were many such establishments in the northern counties. Parents were ashamed, that never were asham ed before, until the kind satirist langhed at them; relatives were frightened; scores of little scholars were takcu away ; poor school masters had to shut their shops up; every pedagogue was voted a Squeers, and many suffered no doubt, unjustly ; but afterwards school-boys' backs were not so much caned; school-boys' meat was less togh and more plentiful; and school-boys' milk was not so sky-blue. What a kind light of benevolence it is that plays round Crummies and the Phe nomenon, and all those poor theatre people in that charming book! What a humor! and what a good-humor! I coinsider with the youthful critic, whose opinion has just been mentioned, and own to a family admiration for Nickolas Nickleby. One might go on, though tho task would be endless and needless, chronicling the names of kind folks with whom this kind genius has made us familiar. Who docs not love the Marchioness, and Mr. Richard Swiveller! Who does not sympathise, not only with Oli ver Twist, but his admirable young friend the Artful Dodger ? Who has not the inestima ble advantage of possessing a Mrs. Nickleby in his own family 7 Who docs not bless Sairey Gamp and wonder at Mrs. Harris. Who does not venerate the chief of that illustrious fa mily who, being stricken by misfortune, wise ly and greatly turned his attention to coals," the accomplished, the Epicurean, the dirty, the delightful Micawber 7 - - I may quarrel with Mr. Dickens's art a thou sand and a thousand times, I delight and won der at his genius; I recognise in it I speak with awe and reverence a commission from that Divine Benificence, whose blessed task we know it will one day be to wipe every tear from every eye. Thankfully I take my share of the feast of love and kindness, which this gentle, and generous, and charitable soul has contributed to tho happiness of the world. I take and enjoy my share, and say a Benedic tion for the meal. 3y Mr. Snowball. I wants to ask yon one question dis ebenin.' Well, succeed den.' 'Spose you go to de-tabern to get dinner, and don't hab noffin on de table but a big beet, what should you say ?' I gib dat up afore you ax it. What should you say ?' Wy, un der de circumstances ob de caso I should say dat beets all . Oct-Door Amcsemexts. Wo take tho fol lowing from " Brace's Home Life in Germany.' The suggestions here thrown out are worth pondering and practising upon. The author is speaking of "Winter amusements in Ber lin," and of skating in particular: I have never seen a more graceful excrciso for women, and the most her were accom plished in the science. It has only been tried among the ladies of Berlin for a few years, sinco one of the princesses set the fashion, though now it is quite the mode. The most surprising thing to an American was the num ber of elderly men joining in the sport men of station the professors and students to gether, or the worn-out business man coming out to have one of the free sports of his youth over again. I know of nothing in the habits of foreign nations which struck me at first as so entirely new as this love for out-door sports. In Eng land, I did not pass through a village without finding the green cricket-ground; and bo it remembered, not with boys at play on it, but men men often of rank and character. La ter iu the season were the boat-races, where tho whole population gathered ; gentlemen of the highost rank presiding, and the nobleman and student tugging at the oars as eagerly as the mechanic or waterman. In September, wo were taking our foot trip through the Highlands of Scotland, and we scarcely found an inn so remote which was not crowded with gentlemen shooting, riding or pedestrianizing through tht mountains, and with the zest and eagerness of boys let out of school. On the Continent, with the exception of Hungary, there is not snch a passion for ex citing fieldsports, but the same love for the open air. In Paris, a pleasant day will fill tho Camps Elyscs with cheerful parties, sip ping their coffee under the shado, or watching the thousand exhibitions going on in open assemblies. And in the provinces, the man who can have a spot six feet by ten in the frco air uses it to sip bis wine, or take his pottage therein. In Germany, the country houses seem to bo made to live out of doors, and people every where take their meals or receive their friends iu balconies and arbors. Everyjcity has its gardens and promenades, which are constantly full. There arc opn air games too, where old and young take part, and in summer, tho studying classes, or all who can get leisure, are off on pedestrian tonrs through the nartz, or Switzerland, or nearly home. There is throughout Europe a rich animal love of open-air movement, of plays and ath letic sports ot which we Americans, as a peo ple know little. A Frenchman's nerves quick en in the sunlight, even as the organization of plants: and a German would be very old and decript when he should no longer enjoy a real tumbling frolic with his children. The Eng lishman, cold as ho is in other directions, would lose his identity when his blood did not flow fresher at a bout of cricket, or a good match with the car. Wc, on the other hand, are utterly indifferent to these things. We might pull at a boat-race, bnt it would bo as men, not boys ; because we were determined the Yankee nation never shonld be beaten, not because wc enjoyed it. Wc do not care for children's sport. We have no time for them. There is a tremendous, earnest work to be done, and we cannot spare effort for play. It is unmanly to roll a ball in America. Our amusements are labors. An American travels with an intensity and restlessness which would of itself exhaust a German; and our city en joyments arc the most wearying and absurd possible. We like being together well enough, but our gregarious tendencies are nearly always for some earnest object. We can crowd for a lectnre or political meeting, bnt as to gather ing in a coflbe-garden or in a park, it would be childish (or vulgar.). We work too hard, and play too little. - Scre Resclt. A good priest once saids Marry a pint of rum to a lump of sugar, and in less than an hour there will spring from tho union a whole family of shillelahs and broken heads. The marriage ceremony can be per formed with a toddy stick.' C7 'Jim, I believe Sam's got no truth in him.' You don't know, boy; dare's more truth in dat niggadan in all de res' in de plan tation.' IIow do you make out dat?' Why he never lets any out.' - rjy A clergyman was censuring a young lady for tight lacing. Why,' replied the Miss, you. would not surely recommend loose habits to your parish oners.' The clergyman smiled. K7" Why may we conclude that lawyers and docters are better men than ministers Because the latter preach while the former practice. IK?" Girls who 'aint handsome hato thoao who arc while those who are handsome hate one another. Which class has the best time of it cyWben is a bedstead not a bedstead ? When it becomes a little bng-gy. ' A man will sometimes make a fool of hiaci elf in spie of his better judgment. ' .. . f. -- i i 5 i ' P i n. i 1 r; I ? 1 ti :
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