The campaign. (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1866, October 12, 1866, Image 1
--'-'q-PMMMMW,IWIJI I in 'II "TINS TICKET, TirJ3 WHOLE TICKET, AND NOTHING J3UT THE TICKET." . K.ri!A met - , ... -J'.-i t. - jhi '-.' . . ; " . "Km 4 VOLUME I. Tho Beauty of Old Ago( 1 Ot"f EN think each (rtllrrlrtB fiirin, That limps uloim III life's decline, Onco bore n heart as yuuni,',.ns w.u in, As full of Iilln faults in mini-1 All t (vi"li Inn had lt dream of Joy, IU own unequalled, pure romance; Cjininencliu when llio blushlm; boy I'lrst thrilled at tovcly wom-m's Rhinco. Anit cash could li-ll lil Inlc of youtli, VtVouM think Us not'iii'1 of love t'vliira iort' pin ilon, more tiiiem lily truth Vrh.in nny Ulo before or'sluce, Yp.iI thry could It'll of tender lays, At mldnlulil penned In classic shades, sotfay more bright thin modern days .4 And luilds more, fair than luaJern maids. Of wlilsperi In n wllllnj cnr i Of kl04 on a lililthliu plu-ok j liicli kl, mich wltNiwr far ton iloar Vour lU hl.'rn lips tn Rtvo or spoil!;, 'Of p'vulou to imtlni'ly crottL'tl f Of pmlom nllslitt.l or bt'troyi'il Of klii'lrtnl Hplrltn early hut, 'Ami huJj thai IjluisuiirM but tn fmlo. Of,bo vittiom ys nn 1 triM-tcM say, Klastle form .mil iiobhi hrow, Ami f'jrnn that nil lmvo pa-nwl uwav, Ati l Iffl tliciii wh it Wf M tli-iii now. Ami U It thin Is liuin m lovo Hj vory llht nn I frail u lhln? ."nd mutt ynuth'-t brluUU'st vlslo.i inovo Kort'ver on Tlnia'M rostlo-ti wlni ? Mint nil thp oyn tint "till nro bvl'it, An 1 nil tho lips that t ilk of bliss, And nJl tho forim bo fair to.slht, HfrrafttT only conic to this? 'Then what nre all P'lrlh'n treasures tvnrth, .If wo nt loii'jth must losi them thus If nil we vnluo most on earth Krc loni? must faile nwny from u ? N- -A SKETCHING ADVENTURE. " Isn't it a beauty V" win my (rrcot inp; rw I Htrollcil oiio'inornlng into tin1 taloon of our little inn. Inn't what a beauty?" answered I. "Thin pistol. Klliot boiif,'bt it in Iby onno yesterday Tor my liirtli-ihiy jires cnt. I think It's tho vory 'prettiest lit tle tiling of tho kind I ever saw In my life ; Isn't it, Mr. Campbell ?" " Jry dear Mrs. Hnrdiiifie," r replied, Amazed, " wliat in the world put it into your head to want a pistol? "What non sonso ! who do yon suppose is (join"; to hurt you?" " I don't know, maybe no one, nor nothinjr, and I dare-ay it's very filly; but when I'm out skotehliif? or walking by myself miles away from homo, 1 fancy I uludl feel more comfortable if 1 lmvo some Hrt of a protector witii me, Although I don't suppose I shall ever meet with anything dreadful, of course, or I shouldn't j;o alone." " Well," said I, after a minute exam ination, " it certainly is a perfect little affair. Take euro you don't shoot your self, tiiat's all ;" and with a iatifjliin promise on her part to "try not," wo went onr different ways for an hour or two, to prepare as usual for tho expedi tions of tho day. .'Wiint blind mole-s wo are! How lit tle did either she or I imagine that be fore another day dawned her life would banff on the way she ti-ed that little revolver; that in a few hours her fate would bo to meet that " something dreadful," m lightly spoken of Ju-t now, to conquer St, fir dio one of the most horrible deaths possible to be con ceived ! We. were a very happy wrj'evinrw; Elliot llardinge and her wife ; I, John Campbell, and mine. AVo had jrot tired el" tho coast of Ui.-f.ty, where wo had Hpent the early part if the Winter, and tiken to tho little village anion; tho I'yrcnees, where there was very nod Ushintr, and occasionally plenty of shoot ing besides. Our wives sometimes ac companied tw im our excursions but Very often mine, who was rather an in valid, remained at home, while Mrs. llardinge, a perfect slavo to her color ,)jqx, .would go out alone, sketching, leaving Elliot and me to our own devi ces. .Thus it had been arranged for tho day In'miestlon. Elliot, his wife, mid I start ed all together ; but wo two left the la dy, at tiie entrance of a small valley which ran at almo-t right angles with tho tract of country wo intend Miootlng over, in passing which one day she hud funded -omo particular view or another won Ul make a good subject for a pic tuTV, and determined to take advantage of the warmth of tlii.s unlucky Friday to'lmvo n long day's work there. Ac cordingly, wo bade eaeli other good-by, mjhI went our beparalo ways, .she, of course, went armed with her revolver and. plenty of ammunition ; " for who knows," quoth -he laughing, " hut that J may have to kill a giant or two before . I return." At tills point of my story I mu-t chaiigo places with Mr.-. Uardinge, and lot'Ker tell her own tale as sho told it to us long afterward, when sho had in Mine measuro recovered from the horri bio.cH.eets of tills terrible day. "i'lio weather," said she, "was so dplldous), and tho scenery so beautiful, that,lnjtoad of sitting down at onco to jriy work, I wandered on, always believ ing I could cap tho present view with the ouo I should get by Just climbiii'.' tJjQ brow of tho ne:;t hill; this one Jeil to another, and tho one to Mill (mother; and I hail only Just begun tolind out that I had strayed much further than 1 had intended, or than, Indeed, was quite pafu at tills time of yrar, oven though I had a grand new jifejol to tako caro of mjelf with, When 1 awakened to tho vory un pleasant fact that tho mm was rapidly df-mppearhig behind tho high moun tains to the west, and that 1 should hoon lmvo only moonlight to help mo lliul my way bad: again. Of cour-e, sketching was now quite out uf the question, and I turned round somewhat anxiously to sao uhat way-marks I could remember to have pa.--.eil lu thu morning. Luckily, tinMih l.mg, th- valley wiw straight, and in tho open ground Just in front of tho gorge by which It communicated with the more extended country beyonU tiiero was a group of cork-trees, the peculiar t-hapo of which rendered them distinguishable from tho bushwond which clothed the bases of the mountains. Luckily, too, the valley, precipitous and rugged on either side, had nearly oven ground, perhaps half a mile wide, upon which, when onco readied, tho walking would be easy. So, though tho trees were n good three miles oil", and I was nlreatly stifllclently tired, I calculated that I should roach them In about an hour and a half, all hindrances considead, and once there, I should bo only nno milt from the inn; ind, after all, I ilatt.'red myself, 1 could get homo hofor? you," shoHald, addressing her husband, "and tho others) had begun to be frightened about me. "Oil" ( started, therefore, and walked away with a will, lu less than half an liour the sun .et, and for a while it was almost totally dark. To press on, not minding tho stumbles and occasional falls, and to keep up as bravo a heart as I could, was all that was po-ib!o ; and I had got nearly to the end of the la wood, eltxo to tho open ground which I had not dared try to roach by a direct scramble in tho dark and could soo the cork-trees looming largo in the glim mer of tho rising moon, when I thought I heard a peculiar cry far away behind me, and 1 paused for a moment to lis ton, thinking there might possibly lie some other belated wanderer in the dark as well as my.-olf. " l'or only one moment. Tho next 1 was mailing along as fast as terror could drive mo, sketching tilings, cloak, um brella, everything which might impede my flight tiling away; for in that one moment all 1 had ever heard of tho now seldom seen l'yrenean dogi, their terri bly acute i-cont and horrible ferocity, flashed through my mind, anil 1 knew by instinct, that thu sound that 1 had heard was the cry of ono of them as it had stumbled on my trail, ami that the whole pack would be upon mo long, 1 feared, oro I could get oven as far a-tho cork-tree. "At llr.-t, as I tied along wildly,! gave my.-elf up for lo-,t, for the idea of defending myself never once occurred to mo, so paralyzed was I with fear; hut as I went on and iieard the occasional cry, and hungry yapping always nearer and nearer, the horror of the threatened death rou-ed in mo a courage I had nev er known before, and remembering now, in fearful earnest, my revolver, 1 resolved to sell my life, at all events, as dear as I could. "At this moment I gained tho open ground. The moon, white and bril liant, lighted up tho valley, and brought intostiong relief the group of cork-trees not far away now, and which, oil I if 1 could but roach, I believed I might yet escape. " i pulled out my revolver, hardly abating my speed, slipped the safety stop, and made for a little thicket of ju niper some fifty yards in front ; for now tho cruel 'yapping' sounded do-er and clo-cr, and it seemed as it' hundred's of savage beast.- wore at my heels; if I could not stop them so as togain a little time, 1 must bo torn to piece- in a min ute. Suddenly facing them as 1 reached the juniper, and instinctively remem bering tho direction to fire low which you gave mo, you know, Elliot, I shot off each barrel uj quick as lightning, then rushed on again. That 1 had killed some, at all events, was evident by the growling and fighting of the others over the dead ones, I knew that the dog", now-a-days, were never known to de scend to the valleys until driven by ac tual starvation, and, also, that when hungry they did not scruple to eat the dead of their own kind ; so I ran on, at the same time rein uiing tho pistol, my hope being that by tiringnmong thopae'k I might gain the timo they look while they stopped to devour tho-o which were lulled. j tow ii wa.-, i iiou i Know; J .sup pose every one lias felt tho same when' tho llr.-t brunt of a great danger has! been endured, and ono remains for tho I moment still in safety ; hut as I ran l! felt a reckless coarago.and a, so to speak, 1 determination nut to hu killed, took po. i session of me. On 1 went, my pace a littleslackeued, for I feared my strength would hardly hold out ; and 1 was con gratulating myolf upem'tho precious minutes I was gaining, when 1 hoard a single 'yapp' so clo.-e behind, that an agony of terror put for a moment my late courage to flight, and J almost fell down paralyzed, as, turning my head, I saw two glaring eyes within a yard of mo. In less time, however, than it takes to tell you, I revived again, tired, ami waiting only to see that tho dog was disabled, struggled on onco more ; and now, only a fuw yards from tho trees, 1 was looking to see which would bo tho best to tako for, when tho pad; camo on again in full cry. Alas ! there was no juniper hero for a defence for my back, ami I know all must bo lost if they onco got to clo-o quarter; so I turned again, lot off all thu barrels pret ty nearly at random, and thou made tho last effort I felt would be possible, for I was well-ulgh exhausted, and at hist readied tho trees. "How I bciambled up ono of them 1 don't know, nnd wiiat bocauieofmu for a while I don't know ; I fancy 1 to-t coii-eloiHiies- altogether; but when I cairn to myself, and looked down on tho noa of glaring eyes below, it was nlmCd nioiv lli.m I could endure. Vet it wa. i'v' lf.it t.iat tl. . i nut acvJi nn , BLOOMSBTJRG, leap and Jump as they might; all tho tales 1 had heard of creatures gnawing trees down lu which their prey was -oated, I firmly believed to be pure lie lion, so all that I had to do to b ! sale, appeared, after all, to sit still where 1 win. " lint for how long? 1 had only three cartridges left. 1 could not bo sure of the number of dogs In thu pack, but there were upward of fifty at least, and whether they only attacked at night, or were equally savage during the day, I knew not. Hut oven should they remain long, which was not prob able when once they found that their prey wns out of reach, I remembered that you would be tire to come to my help when you found I had not re turned;' nnd T was comforting mv.-elf ' with this assurance when it flashed through mo that you would, as likely as not, eomo without your guns, and ii you did, nothing could save you. This was tho worst of nil, and as I sat think ing of it tho old dews of helpless dread gathered on my face, and I put back the shrill wlilstlol always carried when wandering alone, and which I was ju-t going to blow, lost it should give you too true a clue to my placoof refuge. "How long I Hat crouched among the brandies of that friendly cork-tree, turning these hopes and fears over in my mind, 1 hardly know. It mu-t have been an hour at least, for tho moon 1. . I j h i . i nan iravcneu over mo valley, and was setting behind the snowy mountains beyond, when from tho opening gorge, mentioned before, there camo a shout I 1 knew tho voice well, Elllot.und wait ed without an-wering, lest you should lie alone. 1 think the few minutes of Mi-penso wliich followed were more in tolerable than anything which had yet happened! Hut very soon there camo another shout, and then several voices together, and almost at the same mo ment the glare of torches, as a whole party of men turned into tho valley. Tho relief was too great, f tried to shout, too, but my voice died away in my throat. I tried my whistle now, but the -ound that I produced was too feeble to be lteard far away. At last, by a bright thought, I fired oil' my throe remaining cartridges, and then you know better what happened and what became of me than I do myself. What happened, and what became of Mrs. Uardinge, was as follows: As we neared the grove of cork-trees so often alluded to in the above recital, and to which we were directed bv the sound of the pi-tol, the pack of dogs left their unsatisfactory employment of gazing nt the food which was unattaina ble, and came music to attack us. Hut wo were prepared for them, and they received two or three vollevs so Well- directed and telling, that alter coming to us once again, they betook them-elvos to the shelter of the brushwood on eadi side tiie valley. I said wo wore nrenaitd for them ; for, returning liume from our expedition about an hour before, wo were met by a peasant who told us that lie and some others hud seen the first pack of wild dogs remembered for up ward of thirty years, de-cending from tho High Pyrenees toward the.-o val leys ; and as tliey certainly were not faraway, it was not sale to be out, un less in a party, and well armed, for they were always desperately savage; they had doubtless been driven from their liiiis, he .-aid, by tho long continuance of cold and snow. " Which diroc'ion had they taken?" asked we, with a view to a possible day'.- sport on the morrow. .Judge' of our honor when tho man named tho valley Mrs. Hardinge had cho-on for her walk that morning, and pointed to tho mountain immedi ately ovjrhaiigiug it as thu place where he bad seen them. Uofore lie could finish his sentence I wo wore hurrying home at ourutmo-ti speed, hoping to find our fears needless, and her .-at'dy returned. When, how over, wo got there, hours later than sho usually remained nut, our hearts failed, when, to our quick question, " Where's Mrs. llardiugi,'.'" my wife replied, "1 don't know, she has not como in; 1 thought sho wa.- with you !" In-tiintly the alarm was given, tho whole village was aroused; every man armed with a gun rallied round us, and wo took our way to the entrance of tho valley, si lent ami sick witii apprehension fur the falo which most likely uro this had overtaken her. Alter tho rout of tho dog.,, wo has tened to tho tree.-, and climbing that in which, by the light of our torches, wo could see Mrs. J iai dingo,lif.cd her down, Hlio was quite lii.-eiisihle, though, fur ther than bad bruises and tears, appa rently from falls and thorn-, she seemed unhurt ; at all events, there was no mark of tho dogs upon her. Wo car ried her homo, and did all wo could to restore con-clmisiie-s ; but alas ! the horrors she had gone through had been too groat, and It was many, many days before sho recovered from their elfecls. It was not, Indeed, until three weeks afterward that she was able to give us llio preceding account. She still treasures her little pistol as the chief saviour, under Providence, of her life, but wo who heard the tide-o iinall'cctedly told, thought tho pistol would have been but of lltlio u-e, hud it not lioon for tho wonderful pluck and Imost int'ivdlhlo courago which laid Imrno her through hours, of danger, more appalling than olieu falls to tho lot of a man to endure, much lesi to that of a lady. It ! hardly mvi ... n-y t.t add th it th it wa, t.it last time 1 i.u Ian, bed ..t ;. MID AT, OCTOBER 12, 1866. lady for asking for a pistol as a birth day pre-ent. " Marbol." MA v, lin!l I tell you what my tl irllnjj' lllto if I mil nhle? Iter name Is Amabel-I enll her May, And sometimes Mabel. She's lllto n princess u n fairy talo Or poem nMeit, Willi en lil, ii 1 1 mi l I v- eyes, mid wavy lintr 'I hat's luurly golden. Her liamls urn delicate, mill ninull, ninl while, And very skilful; She's Knmi'lliiifs reasonable somi'tlinn kind, Hut ori'ncr wilful. Sho plays like St. OeellU 'when ho likes), Hut she's capricious; To hear her shin the " Jewel Sony from l'aust" Is most ilullclousl Infi'!lnv's "Trust her v, sho's foolln- thcol' Kcinhiils int'of her: They say she dories In that fatal pow'r Which makes all love her, What matters nil they say? I urn bowltch'il, And cannot low her: 1 would she Hern more real but who bins Must not be chooser." So sho Is still my ilnrlltiz. All my hopes Are centred lu her. And 1 inn milling w.tltliijj for the tlmo When I may win her I CONCHUXING STORIES. Tun liewiideriugiiuniberof new mag azines and tlioainount of material, Mich as it is, which goes to fill them, is not tlio least wonder of our time, llcsides tiie leading tale, tho piece of poetry, the column of jokes, or tho solid article, wliicli nearly all contain, there is usuallv a short sketch or story, and it is with this branch of periodical catering that wo lmvo to deal. If examined closely, tlie-e stories indicate a great deal more than would appear on their own show ing. First on the score of antiqtiltv, they can claim priority over the big novel it-elf, which precedes them in order of place, and Is being slowiv con ducted upon an illustrated career under the direction of a popular author. He fore the novel camo thenovelette, oi- uni'utun before mmo. Stories areprolni' bly as old as -peech but your novel I wo use tho word in its ordinary acceptation) always from its length, required to Ik booked. The Greeks: told stories, and very good ones. Antonitis Diogenes went in for a regular romance the loves of Diidasand Dyrcyilis; but it po'-es.-es nothing in common with our works of fiction, except, of course, tho element of tender pa-sions, without which nothing of tiie kind could move. Hut the Greek tales were excellent. Kvon inthe Greel Christian times, when 1'an was dead, capital adventures were struck out. winch, if they dealt rather freelv with sacred subjects, one is inclined to con done for their o.Tencos on the ground of no harm done. Ju the middle ages these talcs wen re-echoed along with others, and enrich ed, too, willt marvels brought from the Kast, monsters from the Xortli, and plenty of devils from tho monastic leg ends. Then there were the jongleurs, minnesingers, and troubadours, who traveled on the strength of a popular taste for ver-o-stories; but if report speaks true concerning the jongleurs, they added to their reWofVc.i an attrac tion similar to that which brings nightly crowds to the ballet music halls uf Lon don. Italy is regarded as the direct sourto of our novels and novelists. Iiaccaccio'o tales were known under tho latter title, and to .-omo Italian stories we aro said to bo indebted for "Tiie Merchant of Venice." Tho middle age narratives were all pretty nearly of one color, and of rather a high flavor for our generation, but many of them were both clever and call-tic. Longfellow gives an excellent imitation or adaption of one in ids "Martin Franc; or, the Monk of St. Anthony." t )ur Kngli-h tales of the Elizabethan age aro singularly dull and pointless. After tho liestoratlon they were livelier, when, to paraphase a hackneyed quotation, "Th" taste liei-mi" in ire (lallj.iiiil less nice;" but in tiie days of Queen Anno, under the direction of Mr. Addison, the sto ries wore niero galvanized abstractions, thinly dl.-gui-od allegories, in which Greeks and full-bottomed wig of thu " Spectator's" Kouiaiis impaired ele gant precepts in tho period. Nor was the great lexicographer a good story teller. In the " Humbler," men and women aro made to speak language as lino and as impiobablo as tho speeches which tho worthy doctor proscribed for Ills tory favorites lu tho IIou-o of Com mons. Goldsmith, however, was a de lightful narrator; the "History of thu l'hilo-ophle Vagabond" is a goni in this way. Fielding had a heavy manner of going about a story; butSniollet was a master in tho craft. When tho Delia Crii.-can gushing spoiled our poulry, stories In that strange tongue appeared in "Amulets" and "Souvenirs." The plates in those books used to bo Delhi Cm-can too finical, nerveless, and em asculate. A great improvement took placein tliepalmydaysof " Iliad; wood," " Fra-er," and "Heiitley." A sort of Hogarlliiaii humor pervaded the shorter tales a humor of which the contempo raneous urll.-ls caught a fair share of the spirit. Magi nn, Thackeray, Harhuni, and Lockhari were seldom better than when conlliU'd to chapters instead of volumes, it Is remarkable, Indeed, that as stories fast gave rl-o to novels, we may notice that every romantic writer of original power K'lids up a few pilot balloons, fa-liioiied in ids own peculiar stylo, before venturing tliograud ascent. Mr. Dickon.- felt his ground with Do. ; and the author I' " Vanity Fair" In tra tod M.dtatJ Anyeiu Titiii..r.sli wbh samples of his ware, previous to making ids own proper appearance. Hero we claim an argument fur our plea, that sto ries precede books. In tholatol'rofessor Ayloiin's hands the art of btory-telllng did not degenerate; but for occasional blots of "wilt" they would ho perfect of their kind. There is real fun lu lii- tales, and fun is the prime characteristic of them. To add another feather to tho story cap, it Is said that Foe's wild in volition's contain tho germs of more than one sen sation novel, and that a vory clover author who works the sensation depart ment mado the dl-covery at an early period of his literary career. There is .-omo truth, wo believe, in this, but not at all enough to nniko out tho least pro text for a diargo of plagiarism. It is not easy to meet with n good story now; such n ono as Tom Hood or .Ierrold could write such a ono as was wont to light upthc pages of ningiiidnes which erst ' weru disagreeably tinged with political war paint. Every week tons of periodicals aru carried from the news-agents, and sown broadcast over the land, and nearly all contain some thing in the shape of a novelette. It is well for the makers of those literary confections that our literary society, with its complicated wants and new pa-Ions, supplies them with an inex haustible quantity of raw material. They have fifty plans for serving the crumpled rose lear which interferes with thosybaratlsm attributed in penny and hall-penny papers to tho upper classes. They can pile the delicious agony on a louniiatlon as slight as the gos.-amcr trouble which shades tho brow of Un lovely countess when dear Lord Ernest Adolplius Fitz Howard has missed bringing her down to dinner, or, as ivo ought to .-ay, led her to the scene of fes tivity. They can bo cynical at Hurl's. but with tliatairof killing Don. I nanism which reminds us of, " O, Mr. Snnobs! how can you ho so sarcastic?" In Hie sentimental vein they havetdmo-t come round to see Miss Seward again. Wo have recently seen both pictures and letterpress in a popular monthly, fra grant of the " Forget-me-not" and " lli- jou" of our grandmothers. As for sto ries of tlio genuine story kind, thov aro as hard to ilnd as real Madeira. Tiie editors, wo suppose, are compelled to accept tho rubbish which is shut out on us through dearth or better; the mo-t hopeless thing about those inventions would seem to bo, that they show no where that "genius in the making," as it were, which years ago resulted in "l,endennis,"aiid " David Copperfleld." Visitors in a Printing Ofllco. Dl'itiMi the ab-enco of the Hoss, Yes terday, we had visitors. A blooming lass, iter home-spun, practical mother, tnd that inevitable nuisance, the " bio- hoy" (big boys are humbug-, tlio world over), a brother of the blue-eyed lass. I lie good lady informed us that thov were on a tour of inspection, and wisli- d " Main, mam ( h ! .Mam," inter rupted that in boy, plucking at the ilaitsof her lire--, behind. " Wliat'slhis yero? I gosh," pointing at a Job press, opening and closing Its vertical inkv Jaws with automatic regularity. The matronly spectacles beamed on the ma- hinery for a moment. " I do not know, my son it seems like something that don't Jknow what it's a-doin'; keeps n cumin', but backs again as much as it comes. 1 wonder in my heart if it ain't the Tennessee Legislator?" The blue eyes looked brightly at tlio mother, and then, on tip-toe, whispered "lly-trap!" "Mam, I gosh! I toll you what, hit minds mo ovo a yoke of niggers a Iiuz- zm walcli 'em come together t liar, d'yosouthat stickin' squeeze? now watch cm come apart do you hear tliat'.'sl gosh! lie! he!" "JV son," and tho biuto was fairly looked into silence in an instant those pcctacles have a wonderful focal power to he sure. The blue eyes were beaming on us, wo knew th" were, lor wo felt as though oiirohook was being pencilled with a butterlly's wing, dipped in attar of roses, while the dim echo of long lost nitislo wlii-porod in our ear. Wo foil very good, indeed. Wo wore aroused by the good lady. " Well ! well ! law me! children, look back yonder! If thar ain't a wool-cardln' moishean. with a fly brush to keen tho snooks U' llio rolls; how nice!" Wu explain- d to her that it was a power press, in which our paper was printed. " Dear, my soul, mo! is it? xw, mis ter, doshowiuewharaboiitslnlho trick-a-boli blears aro bred made, I mean to ly," and she placed tho turkey-tail fan before her no 'o. We could do no better than point to tlio inking apparatus. " Well, well ! what is tlio world a coin in' to next; hut, mistor, don't they look sorter inuckoy, tho', jlst in their nateral tato?" Wo admitted they did, and thought the term inuckoy might ho applied to many Ideas lu thdr llui-hud suite, but we did not say so. ".Mum, say main, ax him what them fellers area inoiioiiiu' at over tliem slupin' tables?" Wo an swered, distributing typo, sir, and wo pronounced sir sharp enough to out the whelp's throat, "oh, dod rot cm, 1 thought they went skoorlu flies outeu them littlu boxes," Tho blue eyes fell iVoiiioiii'.s tothoflDirlikoaiialrof strick en liuinnilng-hli'ds. Wo fear that wo had been, perhaps well, staring. Tlio old lady now bethought herself that It was tliuo to go, so sho led tlio 'way. As the lug hoy brought up the rear, wo ills coveiv I tnat hf had h vu -f.ii.'ii on the to.'..i t t .v. t'.'i, ' ,..s rear on ids white cotton p.uits, wo read in largo letters, "Young Ilulldociis this fine mil ,' etc. Wo never said a word, and felt In our hearts that ho was most welcome to tho Ink. As tho good lady bowed herself out, sho asked us " how Mr. ivins likes his honey?" Heavens I now, when too late, we lmvo learned that sho is Mrs. Jarrold, that tho bluo eve- belong to 'the "bud of promise," and that walking proof-sheet of a liorso 1)111 is Jonas, " tho boy of genus." Now look out Tor a storm, when Mrs. .1. sees that proof tlio weather will change. ( titttanouga Gazrttc. Almost an Elopement. Yi:sthkiay morning, at quite an early hour, tho family of one of mil citizens was thrown in a state of fever ish excitement by tlio tnalcr fumUht who Imagined sho heard stealthy foot- stepson tlio back stairs. The father of tin family was awakened and n-sured that the hoii-e was full of burglars, and that the family would bo murdered in less than a minute, unless something was done. The old gentleman hastily drew on his pants, lighted the cual-oll lamp, seized tlio poker, and sallied forth in search of the robbers. What was ids surprise, instead of finding tho house full of desperadoes, to moot on the landing ids good-looking daughter with a bandbox on ono arm and a largu va- lio pendant from tho otiier. Fattier was, of course, In Justifiable rage; de manded to know of Sarah Jane wind tills meant, and what she was doing nn and dres-ed at so unseasonable an hour. Jti.-t at tiiis moment camo a tap on the liall door, and a masculine voice in a suppres-od tone, sung out: "Hurry, darling, I'm waiting." Light began to break in on tiio enraged parent, and iio transferred his attentions to tho street door. Daitsrlitcr oxnostulated. liemreil pa not to go out there or lie would catch his death or cold ; but pa was unrelent ing, and in a moment stood on the porch, confronting a six-foutor witii -iivage niuustaclio and a full travelling rig. Fa, of course, stormed, ordered Sarah Jane back to bed, and for that time, at least.a runaway match was pre vented. The lovyor was last soon at one of our livery stables, settling for a two-liorse single-seated carriage, which lie swore had proved too wide for ono and not wide enough for two. Sarali Jane last evening was looking quite disconsolate, and spoke of plighted directions and young hearts breaking for love. Wo have reason to believe, however, that she will recover. ,S7. .otejii b'nhit, 25. Hints to Husbands. Do not jest with your wife upon a subject in wliich there is danger of wounding her feelings. Keniomborthat -ho treasures every word you utter, though you may never tliiiik of them again. Do not speak of some virtue in another man's wife to remind your own or a fault. Do not reproach your wife witii a por-onal defect, forif she has sen sibility, you inflict a wound dilllcult to lioal. Do not treat your wire with inat tention in company ; ittoucliesherpride. and she will not respect you more, or lovo you any tl;e better for it. Do not upbraid your wife in tlio presence of a third per son. Tlio sense of disregard for feeling will prevent her from acknowledging her fault. Do not entertain your wife with praisiii!.' the beauty and accom plishments of other women. Do not, too often, invito your friends out to ride, and leave your wife nt home. Sho might suspect that you esteem others more companionable than herself. If you have a pleasant homo and cheerful wife, pa.-s your evenings under your own roof. Do not bo stern and silent in your own lioti.-e, and remarkable fla vour sociability ulsowhoro. Homember that your wife lias as much need of rec reation as yourself, and devote a portion, at least, of your leisure hours to such society and amusements as sho may Join. By so doing, you will secure her smiles and incroa-o her affection. Do not, by being too exact in pecuniary matters, make your wife feel herdeponii onco on your bounty. It tends to les-en her dignity of character, nnd does not Inorea-o her esteem for you. If sho Is a sensible woman, slio.-liould be acquaint ed with your business and know your income, that sho may reyrulato her household accordingly. Ho it remem bered that pecuniary affairs cati-e more dllllculties than any other cause. Your wife lias an equal right with yourself to all you po-.-ess lu tho world therefore sho should be mado acquainted with that which is great importance to both. Sermons. Tin: ru-tom of taking a text as the basis of a sermon is said to have origi nated about the tlmo or Ezra, who, ac companied by several Levi res in a pub lie congregation oT men and women, ascended the pulpit, opened tlio book of law, and after addressing a prayer to tlio Deity, to which the people tald "Amen," read tho law of God distinct ly, gave tho sense, and caused them to understand tlio reading. Previous to the tlmo of H.ra (fourhiindred and fifty seven years before Christ) tho patriarchs delivered In public assemblies dthor prophesies or moral Instructions for the edification of tho people; and It was not until tho return of the Jews from Habylonlan captivity, during which time they had almost !n-t the language in which the Pentateuch was written, that It became iiece. ary to explain as I'-'oti no tvt r'ii iiu iipmrcs ,o un.it. NUMBER 1. a practice adopted by Ezra, nnd slnco universally followed. In later times (Acts si: ,'H) tlio Hook of Moses was read in tho synagoguo every Sabbath day. To tills habit our Saviour con formed, and In tho synagogue, ono Sab bath day, read a passngo from tho prophet I-alah, then dosing tlio book, returned It to tlio priest and preached from tho text. Tho Showman. Tirrn, ladies and gentlemen, is tho distinguished hanimal vlcb Isknownns tlio Hamcrican Voodchiick, first discov ered by General Christopher Columbus, on his first voyage to tho voods of Ha uiorlky. Christopher saw him quietly seated upon a bank of clover, a viewing tlio sotting sun, and a vondoring vot voiiid become of it. This ero is ono of tlio descendants of thosanio voodclitick, ns may ho beastly scon by his general happoaraiico, vldt Is both beautiful nnd striking. Ho is a solitary crcedmr, and is called voodclitick because ho lives In tho vood and tho boys chuck stones tit him. Holms hair upon ids baclt and upon his belly, and Ids tail is much tho same. His eyes aro at tiio opposite ends of tho lxxly, and assist him in tiio amusing occupation of seeing, vich ho can see In tlio dark tw veil as In tlio light, Iiolso bo vouldti't live in oics bunder the ground. Like most lianl niatod tilings, lie is fond of enjoying himself, vich ho does in n vory nmiablo and hinteresting vay. Ho obblcs along upon the ground, veil nobody Is looking vaothes tho birds in tlio trees, and tries to sing like them, vich lie lias never suc ceeded in doing; but this Is not his fault, because ho hasn't got any feathers. Tho voodclitick lives a good vile. My huncle ml von vat lived some time, but finally died; though there Is no tolling how long ho would avo lbycd if it vasn't fur that ere haccident. llowing to tho quiet life vich tlio voodclitick henjoys, l avo sometimes vislicd I vas a vood- chuck myself. Hut then tiiero is not lioxciteinent enough in it for a show man, though I can say, as llelauder re marked to Diogenes, " If I vero not a bowman I vould bo a voodclitick 1" Here, ladies and gentlemen, is tlio wcry oss on vich tlio Duko of Valentino slew tho Lord Napoleon Huonaparto! Stir him up, John, and make him kick a bit! Old Things. Givi: mo old pong, those exquisite bursts of melody which thrilled tho lyres of tlio inspired poetsnnd minstrels of long ngo. Every note has homo on tlio air a talc of Joy and rapture, of sor row and sadness. They toll ot d.iysgono 'by, and time has given them a voico that speaks to us of those who breathed tboso melodies; may they bo mine to hear till life shall end; as "I launch my boat" upon tiio yeas or eternity, may their echoes bo wafted on my oar, to cheer me on my passage from oartli to fatherland! Give mo tho old paths wiiero wo have wandered and culled tho flowers of friendship in tho days of " Auld Lang Syne." Sweeter far tho dells whoso echoes have answered to our voice?, whoso turf is not a stranger to our foot stops.nnd whoso rillshavc in childhood's days reflected back our forms, and tho-o of our merry playfellows from whom wo lmvo parted and meet no moro in the old nooks we loved so well. May tlio old paths bo watered with Heaven's own dow, and bo green forever in my memory ! Givo mo tlio old house upon whoso stairs wo .00111 to hoar light footsteps, and under whose porch a merry laugli seems to mingle with tlio winds that whistle through tlio old elms, beneath wlioso branches lie thu graves of those who onco trod tlio hullo and made tho chambers ring with glee. Add 0, abovo all, givo ino old friends, hearts bound to mine In life's sunshiny hours, and a link so strong that all tho storms of earth might not break it asun der; spirits congenial, who.-o hearts through life liavo beat in unison with my own. O, when deatli shall still this heart, I would not ask for aught moro sacred to hallow my dust than the tear of an old friend. Tho A-io. Tin: oilier day I was holding a man by tlio hand a band as firm In its outer texture as leather, and ids sunburnt faco was as indexible as parchment j ho was pouring forth a tirade of contempt on tlio-e who complain that they can get nothing to do, as an oxcuso for becom ing idle loafers. Said 1, " Jen", what do you work at? You look hearty and happy; what tiro you at?" "Why," .-aid he, " I bought mo an axe threo years ago that cost mo two dollars. That was all Jhe money I had. I wont to chopping wood by tlio cord. 1 have done nothing else, and cleared moro than six hundred dollars; drank no grog, paid no doctor, and lmvo bought men little farm in tho Hoosler State, and shall bo married next week to a girl who has earned two hundred dol lars since she wits eighteen. My old axo 1 shall keep in the drawer, ami buy mo a now one to cut my wood with." After 1 left him I thought to myself, " that axo and no grog." They aro tho two things that maku a man in tills world. 1 low small a caplt d that axe- how sure of success with tlio motto, "No grog!" And then a farm and a wifu, tlio best of all. An object of Interest A girl wlioso interest 1, tliroetliiiu-iinddolliiisiiyeur' A 'lAtii r of form -rl'a'se caives.