BY S. B. ROW.
CLEAEFIELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 2-5," 1858.
VOL 4.-NO. 62..
- PREACHING OF THE TREES.
Pnou theJgerman op okden.
At midnight hour, when silence reign
Thro' all the woodland spaces,
Begin tho bushes, and the trees.
To wave and whisper in the breezo,
All talking in their places.
Tbo Rosebud flames with look of joy,
And perfume breathes in glowing;
'A Rose's life is quickly past !
Then let me, while Time shall last,
Ee richly, gaily blowing.'1
Tho Aspen whispers : "Sunny days !
Not lue thy glare deceireth !
Thy sunbeam is a deadly dart,
That quivcreth in the Rose's hoart
My shuddering soul it gricveth !" -
The (lender Poplar speaks, and seems
To stretch her groat hand.-, higher;
'Up yonder. Life's pure river flows,
to sweetly murmurs, brightly glows,
To that I still aspire !?'
The Willow looks to earth, and speaks :
"My arms to fold thee yearneth
I'll let my bnir float down to thee ;
Entwine therein thy flowers for mo,
As mother hor child adorncth !"
And next the wealthy Plum-tree sighs:
'Alas! my treasures crush me t
This load with which my shoulders groan
Takeoff it is not mine alone;
By robbing, you refresh uie !"' "
The fir-tree spea'ts in cheerful mood :
-A bUwom bore I never ; "
But steadfastness is all my store;
In summer's heat, and winter's roar,
I keep my green forever!''
The proud and lofty Oak tree speaks :
God's thunderbolt confounds me !
And yet no storm can bow me down,
Strength is my stem, and strength my crown ;
Ye weak ones gather round mo!"
The Ivy vine kept close to him,
Jlcr tendrils round him flinging:
'He who nostiength has of his own,
Or loves not well to stand alone.
May to a friend be clinging!"
Much else, now half forgot, they said :
And still to me came creeping.
Low whispered words, upon the air,
While by the grave alone stood there
Jhe Cypress mutely weeping.
O! might they reach one human heart,
These tender accents creeping!
What wonder if they do not reach !
The trees by star-light only preach,
When we must needs be sleeping !
THE ADVENTURES OF A NIGI1T,
R WHT JKDEDIAII BBOWS BECAME A TEETOTALER.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and Jedediah
Brown had not returned :
It was a circumstance which raised in the
mind of Mrs. Jedediah Browu mingled feelings
of Indignation and surprise.
Among tho mental qualities of tho lady in
question were an abundance of those genera
tive of tcrmagancy, and sbe was calculated not
to allow any infringement .of her matrimonial
rights with impunity. That she really entet
tained for her sterner half a deep affection,
to say the least, all who are any ways acquaint
ed with the domestic affairs of the Brown fam
ily can truthful1; attest. Still, it is a matter
of universal recognition that Mrs. Brown had
a very exalted idea of her own merits, and
ws constantly endeavoring to inspire her hus
band with a due sense of the priceless treasure
he possessed in her.
In the language of a celebrated Roman
lightly modified for the present application:
"Not that she loved Jedediali loss, but her
self more."
As previously stated, it was eleven o'clock,
and the delinquent Brown had not made his
appearance.
Allowing the extreme view that Mr. Brown
took in regard to the course of conduct pur
aued by Mr. Brown to be the true one, that in
dividual was deserving of the greatest censure.
The impatient lady sat bofore the cheerful grate
in her little parlor, the sharp outlines of her
features fairly exposed by the ascending flames
deeply ruminating upon the subject of her
woes. Presently she arose, seized with malig
nant grasp the unoffending poker and fiercely
attacked the glowing coals. It would seem
that she stirred up at the same time the fire
of her anger, for its flames burst passionately
forth.
"It's too bad !". she exclaimed aloud, "it's
too bad it's really abominable, that Jedediali
nhonid so far forget himself and me, as to act,
in this atrocious manner."
Sho glanced nervously at the clock, then
seating herself, continued :
"This is lot me see three, fonr times, as
I'm a living soul, that he has outraged my feel
ings within a single month; and then he has
the audacity to excuse himself on the ground
of "political excitement." Now I should just
like to know what reasons there can be lor a
man to make a beast of himself, because a new
President is to be elected a few weeks ahead."
And as a supplement to the question, she
fixed upon the unconscious cat, w ho was sleep
ing on the corner of the hearth, such a sanguin
ary look as must have thrilled that feline quad
ruped with feelings of the intensest horror,
had its reasoning faculties been of the human
order, and its eyes met the gaze of its mistress.
"But I'm not going to allow this state of
things any longer. I'll teach him that the
wife of his bosom is entitled to a little more
respect! It's a shame a burning, everlasting
shame, that lie should leave nic to spend my
evenings neglected and alone, while he is rev
eling in scenes of wickedness and riot !"
Again she started to her feet.
"I'll not wait for him another minute ; no,
wot if his very life and future happiness de
pends upon it. I'll go to bed !"
It is due to the veracity of the lady to chron
icle the fact that her assertion was not id!;
.made
Mrs. Jedediah Brown went to bed.
It might have been an hour, it might have
teen somewhat more.when Mr. Jedediah Brown
approached his residence. He did not, howev
er, move up to the door, after turning tho street
corner, with the dignified stateliness which
usually cbaiacterized him, nor did he reach it
as quickly as might have been expected ; lor,
like a vessel beating to windward, ho tacked
several times, running fiom curb-stone to curb
stone, and more than once being seriously in
danger of wrecking himself in the gutter.
At length he was happy enough to make
port and drop anchor upon his own door-step.
Truth compels us to admit, however reluct
antly, that Jedediah Brown was drunk !
As be sat upon the lower step, his head sunk
coon his bosom, his badly damaged hat crow
""fclal down over his brows, his neck-cloth askew,
With Ilia trnn tn .. : . : ... . .
- " position unucr ins leit car,
rather suggestive of a murderer's fate, and his
entire outward appearance indicative of an ut
ter regard lessness to his personal aspect, or
anything else pertaining to this terrestial
sphere, a moral reform lecturer would have
gone into ecstacies at the thought of posses
sing such a subject to exhibit before an appre
ciative audience as an unique specimen of to
tal depravity.
Whether Mr. Jedediah Brown at that precise
moment, had a realizing sense of his true con
dition, it is uncertain. The air was keenly
cold, and it may have been that which moved
him. Certain tt is, that he appeared at length
to come to the conclusion that justice to his
own self demanded that he should find more
attractive quarters.
Accordingly, ho assumed as erect an atti
tude as possible, and, by a marvelous stroke of
good fortune, succeeded in reaching and grasp
ing the doorknob.
Then from his pocket ho produced a latch
key, and set about effecting an entrance.
To form a determination to do a thing, and
to effect tho "consummation devoutly to be
wished," are two distinct affairs. So Jede
diah Brown discovered on this occasion.
Tho door was large, and the key-hole was
small; the night withal, was not one of the
lightest.
"This is a sing'lar thing," muttered Jede
diah, in a very thick tone of voice, and with
exceedingly long intervals lietwecn his words;
"this is a dreadful sing'lar thing ; I think. I
really do think, that on the whole, it's the
most sing'lar thing that I ever knew, where
the key-hole has gone and hid itself. I know
I left it here when I went away, I'm sure I
did and know where it is !"
He ceased from his endeavors to find the
missing orifice for a few moments, as if the
last sentence he uttered had awakened weigh
ty thoughts in his mind. Then he made anoth
er futile attempt to discover it.
"It's gone," he said ; "the key-hole ain't
there. F'rhaps somebody stole it it was a
brass key-hole, and somebody may have took
it for gold, and stole it. Or else." ho mused,
as a faint idea of a wrong perpetrated against
him on the part of his wife crossed his confused
mind, "or she's took it inside with her to keep
me out ; shouldn't wonder at all."
Concluding to make one more effort, he this
time succeeded in finding what ho had search
ed for so long.
"Well, well!" he muttered, "this is a go;
the key-hole was there all the while. Jede
diah Browi, if you wasn't Mich a respectable
person as I know you to be, I should be tempt
ed to say you were drunk !'
He entered, and after stumbling over a hall
table and upsetting the hat stand, he managed
to grasp hold of the stair bannisters. Then
with a fresh exertion, he gained the parlor
door.
The fire was still burning brightly in the
grate, and Jedediah Brown thought it flickered
up reproachfully as he advanced into tho blaze,
and steadied himself with a chair-back.
Happening to raise his eyes, ho was aston
ished to behold the figure of a man at tho fur
ther extremity of the apartment. The thought
of thieves at once entered his mind.
" Who'ro you 7" he inquired, sternly.
The mysterious person preserved a profound
silence.
"Who're you, I say ?" cried Jedediah in a
louder key.
Still the importuned said not a word.
"Now, look here, you vill'nous thieving,
ugly looking scoundtel, if you don't answer
my question, I'll sacrifice you. I will. Do you
hear 7 .What business have you in my house
this time o' the night 7"
As the last inquiry elicited no reply, Jede
diah, moved by his rising passion, without
further expostulation, seized a foot-stool, and
employing all his strength in tho effort, threw
it at the head of the fancied burglar.
The tremendous crash of broken glass which
followed awakened the deluded man, to the
Important tact that he had shivered into frag
ments his wife's costliest mirror, and that the
imaginary thief was simply its reflection of
himself.
Before he had time, however, to make many
reflections upon the matter, he was started by
the cry of "Thieves ! Murder ! Police !" and
a variety of otherfrantic screams in the shrill
voice of his wife, who, awakened by the noise,
had arose and thrust hor head from the bed
room window overhead.
"Police! police! help ! '
Again it rang out upon the still night air.
"What is the muss 7" cried a vigilant guar
dian of the public safety, as ho made his ap
pearance. "Burglars!" screamed the lady in white,
hvsterically.
'"Where "
"Below, in the parlor I hear them now
help, quick?"
Another policeman at this moment arriving,
tho door was forced open, and the two entered.
"Ha, here he is!" cried one of the officers,
triumphantly.
"Nab him !" exclaimed the other.
"Why, blow nic, if he ain't drunk. lie's
been below among the wine."
"Stand oh !" cried Brown, assuming what he
intended should be a dignified attitude. Stand
off! Do you take me lor a thief "
. "Well, now I shouldu't wonder at all," said
policeman, number one, in an ironical tone,
"if we did 'take' you for a thief as far as the
station house, at any rate."
"What's that 7 Arrest me in my own house
drag me from the bosom of my family 7"
"It won't do, old feller ; you must come
along with us."
'Never! I say never no, never !"
"Have you caught the monster 7 Where is
he 7" cried the trembling voice of Mrs. Brown,
as the courageous female made her appearance
on the stairs, atd peered over the banisters
into the room.
"It's all right ma'am," said tho officer;
'he's safe enough now."
Just then her eyes fell upon her husband,
and from him they glanced around the room
till they rested upon the ruined mirror. She
comprehended at once what had occurred, and
the direst indignation against the unlucky
Jedediah arose within her breast.
She was about to vent her wrath against
him, when a brilliant thought struck her.
She would not recognize him f The officers
believe him to be a bnrglar, and she would not
undeoeive them. It would be a glorious re
venge. . 1 , 1.
"What a horrid looking man he is," she
said, in a tone of apparent alarm. "Hold him
tight don't let him get away." '
"He is rather a hard 'un that's a fact,,' re
plied the officer ; "but don't be frightened,
ma'am, he can't escape."
"What a blessed thing it was you came as
yon did. I wouldn't have had him found me
for the world. What should I have done if
he bad!"
Jedediah gar.ed at his wtfe with open amaze
ment pictured upon his countenance. He be
came a little sobered by what had transpired,
and was sensible enough to wish himself well
out of the embarrassing position he was in.
"Why, Mrs. Brown," he stammered, "it's
me Jedediah !"
"Why, the homed wretch, he ' knows my
name !" screamed the lady.
"Know your name! Well, I father" think
I'd ought to Know your name, seeing as how
I gave it to you."
"Oh, you wretched man." -
"Now, look a here, Mrs. Brown, don't you
come it too strong; don't pretend that you
don't know who 1 am." ...
"How should I know! Thank goodness, I
don't keep company with such as you.
"Ain't I your husband ?"
"Oh, take him away, do the scandalous
creature." .-.
"Come," said the officers, grasping him by
either arm, "you can remain here no longer";
come along." .-' . '
The injured : Brown resisted this appeal as
well as he washable.-' ;
"Oh, of course we're wrong of course we
are; but never you mind, and come along
with us. and it will be all right."
'But this is my house, I say, that is my
wife, and she knows it."
The officers, however, were not inclined to
credit his words and insisted more strongly
than ever that ho should accompany them.
But only by carrying him bodily along could
he be removed.
"Tell 'cm they're mistaken in the man,"
implored Jedediah, appealing to his wife,
when he found that he could not otherwise
convince them of the truth. "Tell 'em who
I am, and they'll let me go."
But that good lady only shrunk back and ut
tered a small scream, as if shocked at what
she heard.
The rage of her husband was redoubled by
this act of pcrfidiousness.
Woman!" he vociferated, turning a last
look upon the stairs, "beware what you do !
Don't trifle with a desperate man ! Speak to
these men oryourdaom is sealed. You won't?
Very well ; the consequence be upon your
own head. I'll have a divorce I'll seperate
from you ; yes, madam, and I'll take the
children! Do you hear that, Mis. Brown 7
I'll take all the children to myself, and leave
you a ruined, destitute, wretched, heart-broken
female being !"
It didn't occur to the infuriated Brown just
then that he had no children. He bad ever
cherished strong hopes, however, of having
an infinite number of those useful household
ornaments, and his ideas were not as clear, by
any means, as usual.
Before he could utter more, he was upon
the side walk, and the door of the house was
closed and fastened. Mrs. Brown retired cx
ultingly to her dreams, while Mr. Brown upon
his arrival at the station house, was thrust ig
nominiouly into one of the dark cells, and
left to meditate at his leisure upon his humil
iating position.
When, the next morning, Mr. Jedediah
Brown made his appearance before the mag
istrate, escorted by his captor of the night
previous, he presented an aspect truly deplo
rable. He was not the Jedediah Brown of
former times, and it would have puzzled his
nearest friends to recognize him. The work
ings of his mind, and the liquor he bad drank,
had left him in a miserable plight.
The Justice, putting on his severest frown.
inquired into the particulars of the case.
Turning to the prisoner he said :
"bo you were caught in the act, were you 1
Well, burglary is a serious matter, as you'll
find out. hat is your name 7"
"Brown," replied Jedediah, "but there is a
mistake."
"Brown, eh?" interrupted the justice, "well
the name's against you ; there have been four
burglaries, not to speak of other crimes, com
mitted in this district by men of that name,
within the present month 1"
"But I'm an innocent person ; it was in my
own house they arrested me."
"Everybody is innocent that's brought here
of course ! But we'll see how you stand.
Where is the complainant in the case 7"
At this moment a lady entered.
"There she is," said the polieceman.
" What have you to say in regard to this
man, madam 7" asked the judge.
Mrs. Brown did not immediately reply.
She looked for a moment into the face of her
husband, as if astonished and bewildered, and
then she exclaimed :
"Why, can it be possible ? Is it then real
ly you, Jedediah ?"
Then addressing the magistrate, she con
tinued :
"I find that it h only my husband, and have
no complaint to make. But it was so late
when he came home last night, and he was so
disguised that I was unable to recognize him."
Jedediah Brown said not a word. He knew
full well how the matter stood, and he felt not
a little shame for the ridiculous part he had
acted. He retired with his wire, very posi
tively vowing in his own mind never to be
canght in a like scrape again.
And that is how he became a tee-totaler.
On the farm of Mrs. Susan A. Craven, in the
vicinity of Charlottesville, Va., there is still
standing, in a pretty good state of preserva
tion, a frame dwelling house which Dr. Frank
lin had framed in Philadelphia, and shipped
to his grandson, who then owned the farm,
now the property or Mrs. Craven. Tho an
tique structure is still occupied as a dwelling,
and, although a little out of style, is yet very
comfortable. The place still bears its original
name "Franklin." This farm is contiguous
to "Pen Park," formerly owned by Dr. Gilmer
tho father-in-law of William Wirt, who spent
several years of his life at that delightful
rural retreat. Mr. Wirt was a practising law
yer at the Albemarle bar, at the time he heard
the sermon from the "blind preacher," in a
school house In Orange county, of which he
has leit us so graphic and affecting a descrip
tion. r
"Boy what is your father doing to day
"Well, I 'spose bo is fail'n. I heard him tell
mother yesterday to go 'round to the shops
and get trusted all she could, and do it right
off, too for he'd got everything ready to fail,
'ceptin, that."
A PAPER ON TOBACCO
We find a lively passage on tobacco in the
pleasant new book by Alpbonse Karr. It must
be borne in mind that, in France, tobacco is a
monopoly and a very productive one in the
hands of government.
"There is a family of poisonous plants, a
mong which we may notice the henbane, the
datura stramonium, and the tobacco plant.
The tobacco plant is perhaps a little less poi
sonous than the datura, but it is more so than
the henbane, which is a violent poison. Here
is a tobacco plant as fine a plant as you can
wish to sec. It grows to the height of six feet ;
and from the centre of a tuft of leaves, of a
beautiful green, shoot out elegant and grace
ful clusters of pink flowers.
'For a long while the tobacco plant grew
unknown and solitary in the wilds of America.
The savages to whom we bad given brandy,
gave us in exchange tobacco, with the smoke
of which they used to intoxicate . themselves
on grand occasions. The intercourse between
the two worlds began with this interchange of
poisons.
"Those who first thought of putting tobacco
dust np their noses were first laughed at, and
then persecuted more or less. James I., of
England, wrote against snuff-takers a book en
titled "Misocapnos." Some years later, Pope
Urban VIII, excommunicated all persons who
took snull in churches. The Empress Eliza
beth thought it necessary to add something to
the penalty of excommunication pronounced
against those who used the black dust during
divine service, and authorized the beadles to
confiscate the snuff-boxes to their own use.
Amurath IV forbade the use of snuff, under
pain of having the nose cut off.
"Xo useful plant could have withstood such
attacks. If before this invention a man bad
been found to say, "Let us seek the means of
filling the coffers of the State by a voluntary
tax ; let us set about selling something which
everybody will like to do without. In Ameri
ca there is a plant essentially poisonous ; if
from its leaves yon extract an empyreumatic
oil, a single drop of it will cause an animal to
die in horrible convulsions. Suppose we offer
this plant for sale, chopped up or reduced to a
powder. We will sell it very dear, and tell the
people to stuff the powder up their noses.'
That is to say, I suppose, you will force
them to do so by law ?'
"Not a bit of it. I spoke of a voluntary
tax. As to the portion we chop up, we will
tell them to inhale it, and to swallow a little
smoke from it besides.'
"But it will kill them.'
"No ; they will become rather pale perhaps,
feel giddy, spit blood, and suffer from cholic,
or have pains in the chest that's all. Besides,
yon know, althongh it has olten been said that
habit is second nature, people are r.ot yet a
ware how completely man resembles the knife,
of which the blade first and then the handle
had been changed two or three times. In man
there is no nature left ncthig bnt habit re
mains. People will become like Mithridates,
who learned to live on .poisons.'
"The first time that a man will smoke, ho
will feel sickness, nausea, giddiness, and col
ics ; but that will go off by degrees, and in
time he will get so accustomed to it, that he
will only feel such symptoms now and then
when be smokes tobacco that is bad or too
strong or when he is not well, and in five or
six other cases. Those who take it in powder
will sneeze, have a disagreeable smell, lose the
sense of smelling, and establish in their nose
a sort of perpetual blister.'
"Then, I suppose, it smells very nice.'
'Quite the reverse. It has a very unpleasant
smell ; but, as I said, we'll sell it very dear,
and reserve to ourselves the monopoly of it.'
"My good friend," one would have said to
any one absurd enough to hold similar lan
guage, "nobody will envy you tho privilege of
selling a weed that no one will care to buy.
You might as well open a shop and write on it
Kicks sold here ; or, Such-a-one sells blows,
wholesale and retail. You will find as many
customers as for your poisonous weed.'
"Well! who would have believed that the
first speaker was right, and that the tobacco
speculation would answer perfectly ? The
Kings of France have written no satires against
snuff, have bad no noses cut off, no snuff-boxes
confiscated. Far from it. They have sold to
bacco, laid an impost on noses, and given snuff
boxes to poets, with their portraits on the lid,
and diamonds all round. This little trade has
brought them in I don't know how many mil
lions a year. The potato was far more difficult
to-popularize, and has still some adversaries."
Kiis or Fight.
An exchange tells a story of a country party
thus: A stalwart young rustic who was known
as a formidable operator in a "free fight," had
just married a blooming and beautiful country
girl, only sixteen years of age, and the twain
were at a party where a number of young folks
of both sexes were enjoying themselves in the
good (?) old fashioned pawn playing style.
Every girl in the room was called out and
kissed except Mrs. , the beautiful bride a
foresaid, and although there was not a young
ster piescnt who was not dying to taste her
lips, they were restrained by the presence of
her herculean husband, who stood regarding
the party with a sullen look of dissatisfaction.
They mistook the canse of his anger, how
ever, lor suddenly rolling np bis sleeves he
stepped into the middle of the room, and in
a tone of voice that at once secured marked
attention, said :
'Gentlemen I have been noticing how things
have been working here for some time and I
ain't half satisfied.. I don't want to raise a
muss but " .
"What's the matter John 7" inquired half a
dozen voices. " What do you mean 7 Have
we done anything to hurt your feelings?"
'Yes, you have; all of you have hurt my
feelings and I've just this to say about it:
Here's every gal in the room been kissed nigh
a dozen times apiece, and there's my wife,
who I consider as likely as any of 'em has not
bad a single one to-night; and I just tell you
now, if she don't get as many kisses the bal
ance of the time as any gal in the room, the
man that slights her has got to fight me that's
all. Now go ahead with your plays !"
If Mrs. B was slighted during the rest of
the evening we did not know it. As for our
selves, we know that John had no fault to find
with us Individually, for any neglect on our
part.
Good Reply. -A line in one of Moor's songs
reads thus : "Our couch shall be roses bespan
gled with dew." To which a sensible girl, ac
cording to Landor, replied, "Twould giro me
rheumatiz and so would it you." ' - -
The Habitual Use of Spirits.
We are all of us more or less aware of tho
directly visible injurious effects produced by
the habitual use of intoxicating drinks, in the
follies and vices, the absorption of all the gen
erous feelings, all the tender humanities ana
sweet charities of love, while the heart is held
under its sway ; but few of ns know the full
extent of the change produced by it, both in
the mental and corporeal faculties. The Brit
ish and Foreign Mcdico-CUirurgical Review
shows that the habitual use of spirits arrests
that metamorphosis of tissue which is necessa
ry for health, leaving the effete tissue as a use
less burden in the body, to be converted into
that least vitalized of all the organic constitu
ents, oil and fat, till finally, life itself is clog
ged at the fountain-head. Thousands of men,
according to the Review, who have never been
inebriated, annually perish, having shortened
their lives by tippling a little every day. The
dram arrests the metamorphosis of tissue,
another dram is taken before this arrest ceases;
the reaction, thus postponed, becomes moro
intense ; the depression is excessive ; more
drams are taken ; and so in the end, without
ever being intoxicated, the tippler sinks into
the grave, prcsenting'the strange anomaly of a
reasonable being periodically applying a poi
son which is sure to impair and eventually de
stroy the vitality of the body, and divert the
nobler Impulses of the heart from that course
which consecrates it to a heaven born life.
The effect of drinking spirits is different from
that produced by wine, for wine is rarely used
except at meals, so that the effects have time
to pass away before a second dose becomes
due, and hence no craving for an increased
quantity is experienced. Men arc no;v living,
in consequence, in robust old age, who have
taken the same number of glasses of wine dai
ly for half a century, without feeling it neces
sary to increase the quantity. Scientific dtner.
Who Owns Chicago 7 An intelligent cor
respondent of the Cleveland Review, writing
from Chicago, says : "I should say that every
real estate man is mortgaged for five times
more than he can pay. As a general item up
on this point, I will state upon the anthority
of a friend, who saw the records, that the as
sessed valuation of the taxable property of
Chicago, last bpring, was about S36,OOU,000
while the amount recorded upon bond and
mortgage, which it is pledged to secure, was o
verjone hundred and nine millions of dollar !
Comment is unnecessary to explain the total
bankruptcy of this inflated town. Among the
older inhabitants there are a few men of means;
but the city belongs to Eastern capitalists, who
hold it on bond and mortgage security, and
who could uot, in the aggregate, realize thir
ty cents on the dollar, it they sold out the
town to-morrow."
Trouble on Fbazke Biveb. In the vicini
ty of Forf Colville on the Frazer river, where
the first discoveries of gold were made in 1856,
the savages are making hostile demonstrations,
and have driven in the settlers just as they
were engaged in harvesting their crops. As
this is right on the northern route from St.
Paul to the new gold diggings, it is thought it
will bo necessary to establish a military post
there. Miners should not venture by this route
in parties of less than one hundred in number,
as the hostile tribes in the valley of the Co
lumbia and Snake rivers have been striving to
excite tho Flatheads and Nez Percez to join
them ; and althongh they were friendly at last
advices, there is no telling what the result
may be. This intelligence from Colville looks
badly.
A Good Text, bit not of the Bible.
That was a strikingly intelligent person, who
called upon a sign painter to have a Sunday
school procession banner painted, and said :
We're goin' to have a tearin time with onr
Fourth o' July Sunday school celebration, and
our folks wants a banner." "Well," naturally
enough responded the painter, "you ought to
have one. What will you have painted on it ?"
"Wal, I don't know : we ort to her a text ot
8kriptcr painted onto it for a) motto, hadn't
we?" "Yes: that's a very good idea ; wha
shall it be 7" "Wal, I thought this would be
about as good as any: 'Be sure you're right
then go ahead !' " It is fair to conclude that
he had not "searched the Scriptures" atten
tively. Distressino from Ccba. The news from
Cuba is distressing. The yellow fever is very
severe in all parts of the Island of Cuba the
present season. In thirty years the island has
not been so generally affected. There is not
a part throughout its entire extent that is en
entirely free. At Mantanzas the sickness is
particularly rife the American shipping suffer
ing severely. Since June 14, five American
captains have died there, besides a considera
ble number of mates and seamen.
Since John Candlebox Calhoun retired from
Kansas affairs, the population of Cickapoo
the marvelous and ever multiplying has fal
len off amazingly. At the election on the 2d
inst., when the people buried the English
bribe a thousand feet beyond daylight, Kicks
poo returned but one hundred and forty-three
votes fifty-three against and ninety for the
proposition. Kickapoo in the days of Le
compton was good for a couple of thousand
votes any day.
A young woman was recently arrested in the
evening in the streets of New York, in a cos
tume which the city authorities did not con
sider exactly in the best of taste. She was
rigged somewhat after the so-called "Georgia
style," and her entire equipment consisted of
a leghorn hat and feathers, high-heeled boots,
and a skeleton skirt. That was decidedly a
combination of nature and art seldom wit
nessed. Youso America. During the old fashioned
thunder storm on Wednesday night two chil
dren, a boy and girl, aged eight and ten years,
were at play. The little girl became very
much frightened, and clasped hold of the boy,
who, seeing her timidity, exclaimed, "Don't
be afraid, sis, I would not be afraid if I was
up there where they tuch it off."
CyThe Arabs have this laconic argument
against dueling, which they consider a silly
custom ; "If a man insult you," say they,
'kill him on the spot; but do not give him
the opportunity to kill you as well as insult
Ton."
i . .
rj"An Irishman, in speaking of s relative
who was hanged, says, "he died daring a tight
rone performance."
CYKUS W. FIELD All D HIS FAMILY.
From the Springfield Republican, August 10.
Cyrus W. Field having achieved greatness
and renown through the success that has crowns
ed his energy and perseverance in the laying
of the Atlantic Telegraph cable, the public ia
interested to know what manner of man ha
is, and to learn the chief incidents of bis his
tory. His family is one ot the most honora
ble in WesternMassachusett!,with membersdU-.
tinguished in nearly every department ot ac-v
five lite. Ker. D. D. Field, a native of East
Guilford, Conn., a graduate of Tale College
in 1802, first settled in Haddam, Conn. There;
probably, his children were all born seven
sons and two daughters. Of the former are,
David Dudley Field, one of the first lawyers,
of New York city ; Jonathan E. Field. a mem
ber of the Berkshire bar, and resident of
Stockbridge ; Cyrus W. Field, whose name is
now a household word ; Matthew D. Field, of
Southwick, in this county, a civil engineer,
and one of the Republican Senators from
Hampden county in 1857; Stephen I. Field
a judge of the Supreme Court of California j
and Rev. II. M. Field, formerly pastor of th
Congregational Church in West Springfield,
and now one of the conductors of the New
York Evangelist. The seventh, and oldest
son, Timothy, wept to sea thirty or more years
ago, and has never been heard from since.
One of the daughters married the brother ot
Mr. Cyrus Field's wife, and died at Paris with
in a few years. The other daughter married
Rev. Josian Brewer, and became with him a
missionary in Greece, whence they , have ro
turned, acd now reside at the family homo is
Stockbridge, in this State.
In 1819, Rev. Dr. Field removed from Had
dam to Stockbridge, when his children were
all young, and became pastor of the villago
church there, a relation which he continued
till 1837, when it was dissevered, and bo re
turned to his old charge at Haddam for a few
years but be retired from the ministry soma
ten years since, and came to Stockbridgo
again, where among his old friends, and with,
a portion of his children, he is living out in.
peace and honor the few remaining days of a
long and useful life. Thus Stockbridge ma;
fairly claim to be the family home ; here the
father passed most active and important years;
and here his sons were reared, and prepared
for tbe important lines of action into which
they have nearly all since fallen. David Dud
ey Field and Rev. Henry II. are graduates of
Williams College in the same county.
Mr. Cyrus W. Field engaged early as a cleric
for bis older brother, Matthew, who waa
paper manufacturer at Lee. About the peril
ed of his majority, perhaps before, he engag
ed in the same business on his own account
in Westfield, in this county, but failed about
1837. He subsequently went to New York,,
and established a paper commission house,,
one of the first of tbe largo modern establish
ments of that description. Ill success over
took him here again ; bnt it did not conquer
its victim. Nerved to new labor, be continu
ed the same business, commanded fortune,,
paid off his old debts, and became a rich man.
Liberal in dispensing the blessings of bis
wealth, he was tbe patron of art, and surroun
ded his father at Stockbridge, with all the
comforts and luxuries that old age covets
Some five or six years ago, he seemed to have
conceived the purpose of constructing the
ocean telegraph, and at once threw into its)
consummation all his native enthusiasm, all
his acquired knowledge of men and things
all his energy and perseverance, and all his.
pecuniary means.
There seems to be no divided honor in this
enterprise no possibility of question as to
the author of the great achievement of mod-,
ern civilization. Hundreds may have dream-,
ed and suggested the idea ; but Mr. Field was
tbe first to set seriously at work for its reali
zation, and the first to accomplish it. Fortu
nate is he in having completed his own work.
No Fulton can come in to rob him of tbe
honor.
Mr. Field is about 43 years old, and looks
younger, if possible. He has a light, lithe
body, all muscle and nerves, and no flesh, five
feet eight inches high, and weighs perhaps.
Hi) pounds, liis features are sharp and prom-.
inent, a nose that almost exhausts his face i
eyes small, sunken grey or blue, and, appa
rently half closed ; a large forehead, and a,
full head of auburn hair. There is a youthful,
almost boyish appearance about him, tha&
makes him seem younger than be really is.
there is little or tbe impressiveness of figure
and manner about him, that distinguish his.
brother Dudley of the New York bar.
He do not know that these facta in tho-
history of the new Moral Hero of tbe Chris-,
tian Civilization are exact to date. and letter t
bnt they trace the outline of bis life and char-.
acter with correctness.
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thus far discovered, number two hundred andi
seventy nve, ana ineir aggregate length is es
timated at two liuudred miles. Mr, Hplston,
who was in the cave when the iron lamp was.
lost, still resides near its mouth. lie is now
90 years of age. Stephens the old guide, died,
last year. The temperature of the air of the.
cave, the same writer remarks, is at fifty-nino
degrees Fahrenheit, tho air dry and salubrious.
Fame. Its value, and the chances, for it,,
may be estimated in the case of C. W. Field.
Twice the telegraph cabe failed, and the
world set him down as an adventurer and a,
schemer. Now that success has crowned his
efforts his name becomes famous, and probably
immortal. A wind or a wave only hung, be
tween the adventurer aud the immortal.
An old bachelor, after his matrimonial fail-,
ures, exclaims : "When 1 remember, all ths
girls I have met together, I feel like a rooster
in the fall, exposed to every kind of weather ;
I feel like one who treads alone some barnyard,
all deserted, whose oats are fled, whose hens,
are dead, and off to the market started.".
"Papa, can't I go to the zooiogercal rooms
to see the camomile fight tbe ry-no-sir-ee-hoss?"
"Sartin, my son, but don't get your
trousers torn. Strange my dear, what a tasta
that boy has for nat'ral bist'ry. No longer ago.
than yesterday he had 8 tom-cats hanging, by
their tails to the clothes-line."
A New Oilcans paper states that there it ia
that city, a bog with his ears so far back that
he can't hear himself squeal.
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Humbug. A kink of Oholorotorra , used to
extract money from tho pocket without pain.