V 1 l www 5 . t i i "I i t (3 , to i a itiRKElt, tidildr and Proprietor. J TOm IIUTCIIIWSOX, I'ublistier. VOLUME 8. DIRECTORY. pBEPARED EXPRESSLY FOR "THE ALL EG HANI AS." ElST OF POST OFFICES. .,. n-fieeg. Post Masters. Districts. noun's Creek, bethel Station C.irrolltown, Chess Springs, Cresson, X U.I r. t josepu urauam, iuuti. Joseph S Mardis, Blucklick. William M. Jones, Carroll. Danl. Litzinger, Chest. John J. Troxell, Washint'u. Joha Thompson, Ebcnsburg. Fallen Timber, Isaac Thompson, White. .Y.n:-.:n J. M. Christv. Gallitzin. ibensburg Hemlock, wm. .u u-ougu, iiusui ii. I. E. Chandler, Johnst'.wn. P. Shields Loretto. E. Wissinger, Conem'gh. A. Durbin, ' Munster. Francis Clement, Conem'gh. Andrew J. Ferrcl Susq'han. G. W. Bowman, White. Wdi. Ryan, Sr., Clearfceld. George Conrad, Richland. B. M'Colgan, Washt'u. 'Wm. Murrav, Croyle. Miss M. Gillespie Washt'n. Morris Keil, S'mmerhill. Johnstown, Loretto, Mineral Point, Munster, Persuing, Plattsville, Roseland, St. Augustine, Scalp Level, Sonman, Samnierhill, Sswimit, Wihnore, Fr'ibyierianr-'K-zx. D. HaB3IS0X, Pastor. reaching every Sabbath -morning at 10 o dock, and in the evening at 3 o'clock. Sab. bath School at 1 o'clock. A. M. Prayer meet ing everv Thursday evening at 6 o'clock. Methodist Episcopal Church Rev. S.T. Show, Preacher in charge. Rev. J. G. Gogley, As sistant. Preaching every Sabbath, alternately t lOi o'clock in the morning, or 7 in the t-ening. Sabbath School at 9 o'clock, A. M. Prayer meeting every Thursday evening, at 7 o'clock. Welch Independent Hev Ll. R. Powell, piltor. Preaching every Sabbath morning at l'i o'clock, and in the evening at 6 o'clock. Sabbath School at 1 o'clock, P. XI. Prayer tneetln"- on the first Monday evening of each month "and on every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday evening, excepting the first week in each month. Cultinistic JfethodistRzv. John Williams, Tadtor. Preaching every Sabbath evening at land ti o'clock. Sabbath School at 10 o clocK, A. M. Praver meeting every rriaay evening, 7 o'clock. Society every Tuesday evening 7 tf rw-lr At it i 7),.-;.,',-. Ppv W. Iioyd. Pastor. Preach ing everv Sabbath morning at 10 o'clock. Particular Baptists Rev. David Jenkins, Tajtor. Preaching every Sabbath evening at 3 o'clock. Sabbath School at at 1 o'clock, P. XI. Catholic Rev. XI. J. XIitchell, Pastor. every Sabbath morning at lOi o'clock aai Vespers at 4 o'clock in the evening. EBEXSni'RG 3IAILS. XI AILS ARRIVE. Evt?rn. dallv, at 12 o'clock, noon. Western, " at 12 o'clock, noon. XIAILS CLOSE. F.trn, daily, at 3 o'clock. P. XI. Western, "" at 8 o'clock, P. XI. TThp mails from Batlcr,Indiana,Strongs tovrn. ic, arrive on Thursday of each week, t j o clock, P. XI. Leave Ebensburg on Fridav of each wees, &: s A. XI. t?3iTh mails from Newman's Mills. Car- r "utown. &c, arrive on Xlonday, Wednesday :il Fridav of each week, at 3 o clock, I . Ji. Le.Hve Ebensburer on Tnesdav3, Thursdays :d Saturdays, at 7 o'clock, A. XI. Bea Post Office open on bundays trom y io lo o'clock, A. XI. railroad scBii:ui.r:. WILMORE STATION. pest Express Train leaves at 9.44 A. XI. P. XI. P. XI. Fast Line ' 10.09 4.01 8.25 2.23 6.23 9.22 3.31 .Mail Train I Mtr Express Trair it X li P. XI. r ast Line Hail Train P. M. A. XI. A. XL P. XI. P. XI. A. X!. CRESSON STATION Ttn Express Train leaves at ' Mail Train " t Express Train " ' Mail Train - " 8.53 6.50 The Fast Line3 do not stop. (OrTl OFFICEfiS. I J'i 'Ijts of the Courts President, Hon. Geo. ''' J, Richard Jones, Jr. I'rotltvnotaru Joseph Xl'DonahL 'jitter and Recorder Ed.vard F. Lytle. "rrr Mr.;, art ! T.intnn. inc Attorney. Philip S. Noon. -vuu'y Cominitxioners D. T. Storm, James 'TitT. I'rtor .1 I i,l.- ''u-irrr.John A. Blair. House Directors. David O'Harro, '-ul M'C.uire, Jacob Horner If.jnxe Treasurer. Georpe C. K. Zahra. '''ii- Ifoune Steward. James J. Kaylor. "'rcantil A r.,., it n nm-ino tutors. unry Ha-k, John F. Stull. J- .S. lll.cy. '"'-t.T .urf.yor. E. A. Vickrov. ff.-.-J.imes S. Todd. triHtmdent of Common School. jp.k. ame3 jfKASjJijtt; lliill. OFFICERS. of the P,nr. David H. Robprls Kit.kead. :'JTV David J. Evans. : Louncilr.xan GrilFith, John J. Evans, ''s:n r n.,-:.. ti . r i i ans. -f'tu.jh Treasurer George Curler. .v .natter William Davis. ', v J'irt'rs William Davis, Reese S. .'i. Morris J. Evans, Thomas J. Davis, es, David J. Jones. 'ur.fr f School 'or--Evan Xlorgan. .-G eorge W. Brown. . Collector (ilrrTP Cnrlnr wiJt of Ei.,.; m ,.v . r I 'flC-.- . ivoert .Lvans. Wm. Williams ivi-jiara l . Lans. EBENSBURG, PA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, 18G2. Select 13octrii. Tlie Old and tUc Xetv. BY ALFRED TESXYSON. Ring out, wild bolls, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light ! The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, ncross the snow ; The year is goings let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, my mournful rhymes, But Ting the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand'wars of old ; Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free The larger heart, the kinder hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land ; Ring in the Christ that is to be. A CHILD'S DRE&MCF ft STAB. BY CHARLES DICKENS. There was once a child, and he etroiled about a good deal, and thought of a num ber of'things. lie had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flow ers j they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky ; they wondered at the depth of the bright water ; they won dered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world. They used to say to one another, some times : Supposing all the children upon earth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky, be sorry ? They believed they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that gambol down the hill sides are the children of the water; and the smallest bright specks, playing at hide and seek in the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars ; and they would all be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more. There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church spire, above the graves. It was larger and more beauti ful, they thought, than all the others,' and every night they watched for it, standing hand in" hand at a window, Whoever saw it first, cried out, "I see the star !" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good night; and when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, "God bless the star !'' But while she was still very young, oh very, very young, the sister drooped, and came to be so weak that she could no lon ger stand in the window at night; and then the child looked sadly out by him self, and when he saw the star, turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed, "I see the star !'' and then a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to soy, "God bless my brother and the star !" And so the time came all too soon ! when the chill looked out alone, and when there was uo face on the bed ; and when there was a little grave among the graves, not there before; and when the star made long rays down towards him, as he saw it through his tears. Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining Avay from earth to Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary bed, he dreamed about the star ; and dreamed that, lying where he was, "he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by angels. And the star, opening, showed - him a great world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive them. All these angels, who were waiting, turned their bcamiug eyes upon the peo ple who were carried up into the star ; and soon come out from the long rows in which they stood, and fell upon the peo I WOULD RATIIER BE IUGIIT THAN PRESIDENT. IIexry Clay. ple's necks, and kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, and were so happy in their compa ny, that lying in his bed he wept for joy. But, there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one he knew. The patient face that ouce had laid upon the bed was glorified and radi ant, but his heart found out his sister among all the host. His sister's angel lingered near the en trance of the star, and said to the leader among those who had brought the people thither : "Is my brother come V And he said "No." She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, and cried. "O, sister, I am here ! Take me V and then she turned her beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into the room, making long rays down towards him as he saw it thro' his tears. From that hour forth, the child looked upon the star as the house he was to go to, when his time s.hould come ; and he tho't that he did not belong to the earth alone, but to the star, too, because of his sister's angel gone before. There was a baby born to be a brother to the child ; and while he was so little that he never yet had epokeu a word, he stretched his tiny form out on his bed, and died. Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels, and the train of people, and the rows of an gels, with their beaming eyes all turned upon those people's faces. Said his sister's angel to the leader : "Is my brother come ?" And he said, "Not that one, but an other." As the child beheld his brother's angel in her arms, he cried, "O, sister, I am here ! Take me !" And she turned and smiled upon him, and the star was shining. lie grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books when an old servant came to him and said : "Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessing on her darling son." Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said his sister's angel to the leader : "Is my brother come ?" And he said, "Thy mother." A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the mother was re united to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, "O, mother, sister, and brother, I am here ! Take me !" And they answered him, "Not yet." and the star was shining. lie grew to be a man, whose hair was turning grey, and he was sitting in his chair 'by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears, when the star opened once again. Said his sister's angel to the leader, "Is my brother come ?" And he said, "Nay, but his maiden daughter." And the man who-had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, a celestial creature among those three, and he said, "3Iy daughter' head is on my sister's bosom, and her arm is round my mother's neck, and at her feet there is the baby of old time, and I can bear the part ing from her, God be praised I" And the star was shining. Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face was wrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent. And one night, as he lay upon his bed, children standing round, he cried, as he cried so long ago : "I see the star !" . They whispered one another, "lie ib dyin r." And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I move to wards the star as a child. And (), my Father, now I thank thee that it has so often opened, to receive those dear ones who await me !" " , And the star was shining; and it snines upon his grave. m 3 A traveler in Ireland, having been inclined to deny that the peasantry were humorous, was told to ask any ques tion of the first laboring, man he met on the road. Accordingly, on seeing a stur dy fellow breaking stones, he says, "Now mv mnn. if the devil were to come here just now, which would he take, you or me V "31e, to be sure," says tne man, "for he's certain of your honor at any time." JBST1 One day, at a farm house, a wag saw an old gobbler trying to eat the strings of some night caps that lay on the ground to bleach. "That," said he, "is what I call itroducing cotton into Turkey." ' Letter From lieatucliy. Camp Wood, Ky., Dec. 20, 18G1. Correspondence of The Allcghanian. The 78th Fenna. regiment marched from Camp Nevin on the 2Gth of Novem ber last, and encamped on the south side of Noliu Creek, two miles distant. The camp was named Camp Negley, in honor of Gen. James S. Negley, commander of the brigade. It commenced raining be fore we had succeeded in digging ditches around the tents and grading the streets, which had the effect of rendering it ex tremely unpleasant for the time being. The rain continued for several days, and the adjacent waters were much swollen. The railroad bridge at llolling Fork was swept away, thus cutting off our commu nication with Louisville. By this acci dent our supply of provisions was stopped, and we put on short allowance for a few days. The bridge was soon reconstructed, however, and our commissary stores now arrive with their wouted regularity. Daring the last three days of Novem ber, we had quite a "cold snap" here. Snow fell to the depth of three inches, and laid several days, during which time the boys brought in hundreds of rabbits. These animals are very plenty here. A change has recently been made in our brigade. It formerly consisted of the 77th, 78th and 79th Penna. regiments, and Capt. 3Jeuler's battery of light artil lery, and was called the Penna. Brigade. The 77th, Col. Stambaugh, has been transferred to the brigade of Gen. Wood. We are now the 7th Brigade of the Cen tral Division of the Department of the Ohio. Col. Hambright, of the 79th Penna., has the right; Col. Sirwell, of the 78th,, the left; Col. Starkweather, .of the 1st Wisconsin the right center; and Col. Scribner, of the 38th Indiana, the left center. Our brigade moved from Camp Negley to Camp M'Cook on the 11th. The tents and cooking utensils were sent by rail, and the knapsacks and baggage were trans ported in wagons. We arrived at 9 P. 31., and pitched our tents by moonlight. Our sick were sent to the General Hospital at Louisville, where a few have since died. Soon after our arrival here, the artifi cers of Col. Starkweather's regiment com menced to rebuild the railroad bridge across Bacon Creek, which was burned by the rebels on the night of Dec. 5. It was finished in twenty-six hours. On Monday last wo again received marching orders, and on Tuesday mor ning we pulled stakes and marched to wards Green lliver. "We arrived at 3Ium fordsville at 1 P. M., and commenced to pitch our tents and fix up our new home. While thus engaged, our attention was arrested by the "discharge of artillery on the other side of the river. In a few mo ments a messenger announced that our forces were engaging the rebels, and that our brigade was ordered to proceed im mediately to the scene of action. Our operations were immediately slopped, and the words "fall in ! fall in !" rang thro' the camp. A few minutes after, we were in line of battle. We hastened at onco toward the field of battle, but before we had crossed the river the firing ceased, and the rebels were driven back towards the Horse Cave. So we were compelled to return to camp without having had the satisfaction of participating in the fight. Lieut. Col. Vontrombie was the hern of the day. He, with a part of Col. Wil lich's 32d Indiana Regiment, was cent across the river to act as pickets, when they were attacked by a cavalry regiment under command of Col. Terry, and two regiments of infantry, supported by a bat tery of artillery. The engagement lasted about forty minutes, and at times the can nonading was very brisk. Vontrombie with his little band of about 400, repul sed and scattered their whole force. The loss on our side was' eleven killed, eight mortally wounded, and twenty or thirty elightly. The rebels admit a loss of for tybut it is supposed to be much greater. Among their killed are Col. Terry and Capt. Morgan. They are eaid to be reti ring toward Bowling Green, and are de stroying the. railroad track and burning the wood that was cut for the use of the rail road company. Our camp is about half a mile from Mumfordsville, the county scat of Hart County, and 73 miles south of Louisville. The Louisville and Nashville It. R. cros ses G reeo.lliver at this place. The bridge is near one thousand feet long, and one hundred and sixty-five feet above the bed of the stream. The rebels, by blowing up one of the piers, destroyed two spans of the bridge. It is an iron structure and very substantially built, each span being independent of the rest. The water cf this river has a peculiar greenish color, when not swollen by rains. Its taste is agroeable, and I believe it is wholesome. - We expect lively times as soop as the bridge is repaired, when, per haps, you will hear something more in teresting from me. Boanekges. TliotiffliJs on tiie Old Year. Correspondence of The Allcghanian. Soon will the recording angel have registered another year upon the hoary pages of time. Soon will one of the most eventful years of American history have rolled away, leaving the historian the most stupendous events to chronicle that ever distorted the political world. The past has been a year of revolutions, both political and religious. It has been a year of wonders, a year of miracles. An army, vast in proportion, formidable in power, and as brave and patriotic as ever entered the field, has spontaneously arisen from the busy throng cf the city, the quiet inhabitants of the hamlet, and the enterprising husbandman. The stu dent has left his studio, the lawyer the bar, the minister the sacred rostrum, the farmer the field, the mechanic the shop and voluntarily laid themselves upon the altar of their country. The hoarded wealth of this mighty nation glitter;, upon her bending altars and crowds her coffers. A navy floats along our eastern seaboard, breathing death and destruction to the hideous evil of secession. One year ago the sun. never shed his beams on a country freer, better and hap pier than our own. In no other land was there more? active industry, more social harmony, more abiding faith, hope and charity. Commerce launched her bark upon the deep, with tho assurance that she had but the warring of the elements, and not the more appalling tyranny of man, to contend with. The Angel of Peace chanted her sweet song from the inland oceans of the North to the tropical seas of the South. Tho sword of rebel lion reposed in its scabbard, and the battle-cry was not heard in all the land. Alas ! how changed the scene. Our country now rocks beneath the tread of a million of armed men. The battle-cry wakes an echo in almost every state, city and village in the Union. The sword has leaped from its scabbard, and is crimsoned with the life current of those who one year ago joined in the festivities of a happy "New Year." The Angel of Death flaps his wings in triumph over the field of sanguinary strife, where lie buried the blasted hopes of many fathers and homes. In the last yeaV the peaceful cottage of the husbandman has been converted into a headquarters for the death-scheming general, and his fields trampled beneath the feet of war-stecds. The glorious old Stars and Stripes that have in peace and safety waved in a purer atmosphere than despots ever breathed for nearly fourscore and six years? in whose folds we have found protection on every sea and ia every land, have been torn from their proud eminence by Southern demagogues, and the accursed rattlesnake flag fit emblem of the serpentine brood that inaugurated secession hoisted in its place. May the da soon come when every sesesh or rat tlesnake flag will be tern down, twisted into a string, and adjusted around the neck of Secession, till the Old Serpent the father of treason, and the prince of rebels be choked out of them. The old year will soon be gone gone, too, for ever ith all its sorrows and all its joys. Its golden moments are drop ping off, one by oue, and each tells but the number les, and brings us nearer and nearer to the grave. Where are our friends, our parents, our children, with whom we conversed on last New Year's day ? Ask the old arm chair of ifs former occupant, and silence with its solemn voice will whisper, Gone, never to return. The vacant cradle reminds the mother of the bright eyes, the golden curls, the prattling tongue but where i3 the opening bud ? Let the grave a&swer. Oh ! how many tears have been shed, how many ties have been sundered, how many families have been riven to pieces, how many hearts have been made to bleed, du ring the past year? How many families mourn the absence of a beloved Absalom, who, with burnished steel in hand, w now upon the tented field, or bleaching in a warrior grave ! The year is made up of sunshine and shade, of pleasure and pain,, of disappoin ted hopes aud gratified ambition. Soon a new year will betrin to chronicle its mo ving events. What shall it end iu peace or war? We will wait aud see. Wilmore, Dec. 25, 1801.- Victor. A Patlander in tiaveling on his way to Manchester, New Hampshire, ar rived at the fork of the road where there stoc4 a fig" board, which ran thus, "Man chester, four miles." "Man chased her for four miles!" cried Pat. "By the j holy poker, I -could have caught her my ; self in half the time Trn,. $3.00 PEK tLOO IX ADVAACE. NUMBER 16. Jo tin Randolph Outdone. Of the many anecdotes of this eccentric man of Boanoke, we don't believe tho following wc3 ever in print : He was traveling in a part of Virginia with which he was unacquainted. In the meantime, he stopped during the night at an inn near the forks of the road. The inn keeper was a fine old gentleman, and no doubt one of the first families of tho Old Dominion. Knowing who his dis tinguished guest was, lie endeavored to draw him into conversation, but failed in all his efforts. But in the morning, when Mr. Randolph was ready to start he called for his bill, which, on being presented, was paid. The landlord, still anxious to have some conversation with him, began as follows : "Which way are you traveling Mr. Randolph ?" "Sir," said Randolph, with a look of displeasure. "I asked," said the landlord, "which , way are you traveling ?" "Have I paid my bill ?" "Yes." "Do I owe you anything more V "No." "Well, I am going just where I please do you understand ?" "Yes." . The landlord by this time got somewhat excited, and Mr. Randolph drov off. But to the landlord's surprise, in a few minutes the servant returned to inquire which of the forks of the road to take. Randolph not being out of hearing dis tance, the landlord spoke at the top of his voice : "Mr. Randolph you don't owe me one cent ; just take which road you please." It is said that the air turned blue with the curses of Randolph. Illogxaphy of a Statesman. Some thirty years ago, says the Pitts burg Ariel, a barefooted boy floated down the Susquehanna on a humble raft, and arrived at Harrisburg. He came from the North, and belonged to a large family; all his wordly goods were tied up in a pocket-handkerchief. He sought and obtained employment in a printing-ofiico as an apprentice. From an apprentice to a journeyman, from a journeyman to a reporter, from a reporter to an editor the printerJoy walked his way, against obstacles wuich the suffering poor only know. The per severance with which he followed in Franklin's footsteps Lfcgan to realize for him the fruits of toil and privation. The young aspirant became printer to the State, and by frugal management was soon enabled to accomplish the object nearest his heart the establishment of his mother in a home above want and in possession of every comfort she could de sire. His brothers were .his next care; and, like Napoleqn, he had a strong arm with which to aid them, an indomitable perseverance that nothing could success fully obstruct. In a few -ears, they too, with his eisterfl, were independent in tho world ; the ouce barefoot printer-boy was iu possession of affluence and wealth, sur rounded by a young and affectionate fam ily. He was a friend of the friendless, a patron of merit, aud an encourager of industry. He rose in honor and office, until tho barefoot printer-boy who entered a printing-office in Harrisburg, hungry and weary, laid down his bundle on a pile of wet paper, aud asked to become a printer' apprentice was elected a United States Senator. This man ia Simon Cameron, the pres ent Secretary of War. A man named Death, still a resi dent of Ohio, formerly lived in Cincinnati where he sold liquors. Over the door of his store was the sign of "Rectified Whis key," aud under this his name, Abraham Death. An old lady from tho country with her non, was one day quietly wending her way through the streets in a wagon. The sign caught her eye, she read it, "Rectified Whiskey, Absolute Death." "That's a fact. Johnny, let me out; there's one honest whiskey seller in Cin cinnati, I waut to see whit he looks like." EjfTu Col. Jones, met one of his soldiers the other day coming into camp, pretty well intoxicated. He took his canteen from hi:n, turned it up, and poured tho whiskey upon the ground. The soldier watched the operation until the last drop gurgled from the vessel, when he observed; "I suppose that's all right, Colonel, but I never could o' had the heart to a done it." f7Thc conflict of patienco is such that tha vanquished U better than the i vanquisher. Y,
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