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VOL. XXVII. . MIEFLINTOAVN. JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA., DECEMBER 10, 1S73. - ; ; J :m::50:
Poetry.
The Bachelor' l uzalbere-el
Om bright J km bhi, wkile waaderlag Ml,
Bajojiag Iibbo! pleasant,
I ipM B raoe-bnsk, fe&nxiftff fall
Of dewy, tommy treasures.
"Bloom en." I eme. "oh, wlla-rose through the day.
Bloom fair, Joy tor all whe pans tale war ;
The rim akall tempt To froai your kldlaf -f Use,
Tka aaa akall dot asaw yoar blaealag faaa ;
Ami wkaa tka sallow eveetlde
Steals em, I'll earns, ear kaaaly.
Ami la a ladies' fatry-kower,
Taa'll auaa ka eolag aaty."
Hy task, that day, a pleasure
Far, la my kaart, tha ring lag
Of fancy's kella, la twill at hoara,
Ta bm maw )aya kapt krtagiag .
-Ah, salary ma," I said, "you. Uttla ua
la whose vklta kaada yaa'U Ua for aoft arm I
mi l akall wlak that I a ma mlgkt ka,
Beaaty'ekreast tenet as loTlagly I"
Bat kemeward teralag, asoa I loaaa
Bow 141a waa my ereamtag ;
War la I apaa a atraaf ar'a
My sweet, wild-toss was ritani'sg !
Juet at, I foaad, la Taatk'a f lad sat,
A aiHw, sweat aaa loviag ;
A koaaakold roas, of kaaaty ran ;
Bar Ufa Bar pan kaart proving.
"Ak ! eweet, sweat lass," I aald, "your artlsat ways
Will wla Basra kearla tkaa bubo Is speak year pralae!
Tear haddlag tkuaa, uaoldiag like tka rasa,
Baak aay mw klooai aad keaary will disclose ;
Aaa wkea I'ts wealth, aaa power, aaa tame,
I'll claim my predeas maldea ;
Ami kosae's trae joys akall cheer ear lives.
With leTS'a keat Ireaeares lade a."
I bore Life's burdens aaa its sane ;
Its eewlag aaa tts reaptag ;
Bat wklsparad eft, as oa I tell ad,
"Bet heart la la ary keeatog !"
And ta tka faUaeea ef ary Joy, I sailed ;
As theaf hla of her the kmc. alew yean ka(alled ;
Ska kissed bm wkea we aald Us last "goad-ays; !"
la iiisaw we kiieed, aa Lore's eweet hear drew
Blgk!
Bat, ah! mj wadset hopes pre red vale.. .
Aad ealy dreams wsre left bm!
For while I toiled a stranger's lore
Of that eweet maid kersft bm I
3IisoeIlany
Overeemias; Templatiea.
One night at bite hoar. Dr. Bently,
well-known among the clergy of olden
time, wm disturbed at his studies by a
rattling sound among some wood which,
sawed and split for his stndy fire, had
been left by the teamsters the afternoon
previous; too late to be properly housed.
He rose, went cautiously to the window,
and saw a woman filling her apron with
wood, which she hastily carried away.
He resumed his seat and recommenced
his stndy. Shortly after, the same noise
occurred, and on looking out a second
time he saw a similar operation, the
woman filling her apron to its utmost
capacity. When she had gone he re
turned to his book with a tender pity
in his heart for a destitution which
sought relief in this lonely, dreary, not
to say sinful manner. By-and-by he
was startled by a crash of falling wood,
and hurrying to the window, beheld the
poor woman casting the very dust of
the wood from her apron. He remained
motionless, his gentle heart filled with
commiseration.
- She swiftly departed and soon re
turned heavily laden with wood, which
she threw on the pile as if it were indeed
"the accursed thinfc'." The doctor's
compassion and curiosity were now in
tensely excited. He followed her re
treating figure till he discovered her
residence, and thus ascertained who she
was. What she was, was no mystery to
him. The last honr had plainly shown
him her virtue's lofty height.
He called early the next morning on
Mr. B., the wood-dealer, and directed
him to send a half cord of his best
wood, sawed and split, to Mrs. ,
but by no means to let her know from
whom it came, which was readily prom
ised. Mr. B.'s teamster, who happened
to be within ear-shot, though out of
sight, was not so bound, and ween he
tipped the wood into the poor widow's
yard, replied to her eager inquiry who
sent it, by relating the conversation he
had overheard.
The conscience-stricken woman, feel
ing that her sin and her repentance in
the lonely darkness of the midnight
honr were known and understood by
another heart besides her own, has
tened without delay to the house of the
benevolent man to express her gratitude
and her sorrow, and with deep humility
and bitterness told him the temptation
to which her extreme poverty had re
duced her of breaking the eighth com
mandment. "Sir," ahe said, "though my bouse
waa dark and cold, though my heart
waa wrung with anguish at the sight of
any poor shivering little one, I could
not keep it I I could not keep it I My
conscience would not let me 1
"Say no more, my dear madam,''
aid the good man. "I saw it all I saw
yoa conquer the devil in two fair
fights." imi
Womaa'e Tact.
. An Arabian fable narrates that an
evil . genius became enamored of the
- beautiful daughter of a bashaw of Bag
dad. Finding her affections engaged,
end that ahe would not listen to an
other wooer, the genius resolved to
revenge himself upon the maiden by
mastering the soul of her lover. Having
done so, he told her he would remove
the malignant possession only on con
dition that she should give him her
heart. She promised. The lover was
restored, and the wicked spirit de
manded the fulfilment of her word. She
answered, "I would yield you my heart
if I had it, but I have it not One can
not give what one does not have. It is
' in another's keeping ; it belongs to the
' man I adore. Ask him for it. If he
' will surrender it my compact shall be
preserved. If he refuse you have no
redress, for yon cannot twice possess
' the name soul, and your allegiance to
Amaimon compels yon to abide by any
covenant you may make with mortal."
The genius saw that he was foiled,
and roaring with impotent rage, disap
peared. The daughter of the bashaw was a
wise woman. She was a tactician.
Woman, by her tact, has always been
able to control her brother, and exorcise
the spirit of eviL The Eastern tale is
aa true to-aay as wnen it was written.
Give woman half a ehanee with the
deviL eav the Spaniards, and the devil
will be outwitted. The argument of
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t Kaen does not aisprove we apnonsia.
'II waa Eve's cnriosity. not Satan's cun
ning, which undid her. Her most dan
gerous foe waa within. Believed of
1 taat, she would have cajoled the Prince
of Darkness out of his gloom, and
'turned bis mockery and sarcasm to the
tone of tenderness. Ualoxy.
Lmck wins. Labor whistles. Luck
lips down in indigence. Labor strides
OCTWITTIXG A WIDOW.
I don't ssy brother Ben's widow
wasn't good-looking for her age and
size. Then, too, she had a pretty penny
left her. And she might have married
well if she wanted to change her condi
tion ; but you see, Margaret Ann was a
fool she was a widow of forty to set
her cap for young Sam Spencer, who
was only twenty-four. If I was her
brother-in-law, and if Ben had said to
me as he did, "Richard, always be kind
to Margaret Ann." I couldn't help
seeing that. The fact of the matter is,
that, as a general thing, widows do
make fools of themselves oftener than
girls.
In this case I admit the age was the
only obstacle. Sam was a good yonng
man, above selling himself to a woman
old enough to be his mother, for her
money-bags. Sam was a clerk in the
store. I was poor Ben'a partner. I'd
tried to buy the widow out. I said
over and over again, "Margaret Ann,
you have plenty and to spare, why not
retire?" But you see she wouldn't.
Ben had left his share of the furniture
to her, and she wouldn't drop it. After
awhile I found out the reason. . It was
Sam Spencer.
That is why she liked to sail about
the store in her dead black silk : that is
why she was always finding some excuse
to hand down that part of the stock he
had in hand, mixing everything up and
giving him no end of trouble.
Yon see I couldn't help it. The con
cern paid, and widow Wood owned just
as much as I did. If I said, "Margaret
Ann, go borne," she eould have said,
"I've a right here." That waa it. She
never waited on a customer. She never
did anything but bother and pry. She
had no children to occupy her, and she
bronght her white poodle along with
her. "So lonesome," she said she was,
in the big house opposite ; and that was
why she had ne come to tea so much of
late.
Well, this went on for more than a
year. Big eyes at Sam, sweet smiles,
soft peaches 1 I used to wonder whether
old Ben knew how soon he had been
forgotten. To be sure he was sixty
when he died a bald-headed, stoop
shouldered man, with solemn ways
about him ; but she'd been his wife for
twentv-three years, and though I'm a
bachelor I know what feelings ought to
be. And Ben was my brother, too. I
hope it wasn't wicked of me to make up
my mind to put an end to her capers,
aa far as Sam went, and tell him that
we wanted a yonng lady as cashier;
and why not ? and if LUly Bathbone
eould leave Grigg k Crater, I'd give her
the place. Sam was in love with Lilly,
I knew that, bnt Margaret Ann had not
seen her.
'Margaret Ann," said I, one day, "we
will have a new cashier to-day. We
need one, and I have engaged one."
"Well," said Margaret Ann, "perhaps
we do. I hope he's a nice young man
and good-looking. Good looks attract
custom."
"I am glad you coincide with me,"
says I, and laughed to myself, for I
knew Margaret Ann was thinking of
somebody else to flirt with. But I said
nothing.
It was fun to see her face change when
she saw Lilly behind the counter next
day. And she gave it to me in the pri
vate office I can tell yon. She hated
females about a store, and ahe didn't
like LiUy'a looks. I eould laugh at her,
however, there. I had good references
with Lilly, and signed a written eon
tract with her for six months. She was
to be cashier, you know, as I told yon.
Margaret Ann couldn't help herself,
and I suppose she knew it, for she said
nothing after that, and Sam and Lilly
were as happy as young birds. I be
lieve he proposed to her behind my
counter ; I knew he did it somewhere,
and I knew he was accented.
"Lord bless you," ssys 1 to myself,
"and help you to build your nest. I'm
not crusty if I am a bachelor."
A few days after I found Margaret
Ann in the office in a towering rage,
with her face flaming.
"Richard," says she, "a woman is
always right about another woman.
Men "admire a pretty face so they are
always blinded by it. It was always so
with Mr. Wood. Many a time he's
thought a woman everything that was
splendid, until I proved that she wasn't
by telling him things. Now I've fonnd
out about your Lilly Bathbone. She's
exactly what I thought exactly."
"Well, what is it?" says L
"No better than she should be," pays
Margaret Ann. "I saw her kisa Sam
Spencer behind the counter this blessed
morning."
"And he didn't want her to, I suppose,
and hallooed for help ?" aaya L
"Ton know what men are," saj? ahe ;
"of course he kissed her back."
"Didn't he kiss her first f" says L
"Well, she let him, anyhow," says
she.
"Well," says I, "I suppose you used
to kiss Ben after you were engaged, if
not before?"
"What has that to do with it ?" says
she. "Why, they at least did he
propose her coining here, Richard ?"
"No," said I ; "but they are engaged,
Margaret Ann."
"Don't believe it," says she.
"It's gospel truth," says L - . -
And then well, I didn't mind it ; it
didn't hurt me a bit bnt that woman
turned around and slapped me in the
lace, she was so hopping mad.
"Such actions in a respectable store !
Ton depraved brute!" says ahe, and
marched out and didn't come back for a
week, for which I waa truly thankfuL
When she did come she was all smiles
and amiability ; and she talked to Lilly
and smiled at Sam, and ahe really did
come out beautifully.considering. Lilly
took a great notion to her.
"What a nice pleasant lady Mrs.
Wood is 1" she said, as we were folding
things up that night ; "and so pretty
for her age 1 I think she is splendid.
"Glad to hear it."
"Dear me I" she said, with her head
under the counter.
"Sister-in-law, you know," said I ;
"one of the family; it won't do to
praise her too much."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of what you
were saying I" said she. "I'm sur
prised about my key, I'm sure I hung
it here. A little brass door-key, with s
nick in the handle and a piece of pink
ribbon tied to it. I can't think where
it is gone." :
WelL we looked everywhere. We
unrolled packages and peeped into
boxes, and poked down cracks in the
floor. Lilly kept worrying about gett
ing a locksmith to fit another before
ahe eould get in, and said that Boss
was always tired.
Boe waa her sister. The two were
orphans, and kept boose together in one
little room of a respectable tenement
house. ...
"I've always had tea ready before
Bom got in,' said Lilly ; "but to-night
ahe will have to wait."
Well, tune passed on, and one day
was about like the other. Winter went
and summer came. People began to go
to the country, and trade was dull. And
Sam told me that he and Lilly were
going to get married soon God willing.
I had just left Sam when Margaret
Ann's colored girl stepped across the
street and told me her mistress wanted
to see me.
Of course I went over, and when I got
into the back parlor I found Margaret
Ann wrapped up in a shawl, her eyes
red with crying.
"Anything happened ?" says L
"Yen," says she, "I'm afraid so. I'm
so sorry!"
"Dear me ! Do mention the fact,"
says I.
"Well," says she, "I can hardly bear
to do so, but who has a chance at the
safe besides yon and me?"
"Nobody bnt Lilly Bathbone," ssys
"You are sure," says she.
"Why, of course," says L
"Ah, well !" says ahe, "perhaps there
is another way out of it. Maybe you've
had occasion to use that money of mine.
I mean the thousand dollor bank note
that I put in there in a red pocket-book
last week."
"No," said L "Of course I'd spnken
of it It was your private money."
"It's gone, Richard," ssys she. "You
saw me look into the safe to-day ?" '
"Yes," said L
"WelL" says she, "it wss gone then.
I couldn't bring myself to speak of it
You see a girl like that has so many
temptations ; going to marry and alL
Richard, promise me yon won't have
her arrested, or anything, if it is her."
"It is not !" I cried. "Besides, it
was your money. Yon would be the
prosecutor to any thief."
"Dear me, yes," says she, "and I'll
let her go ; but I must get it back, and
she must leave the store." .
"How can you think so ill of the
girl?" said L "Why dont you sus
pect me?" I am ever so much more of
a doubtful character than she is."
"Yon are my brother-in-law," said
Margaret Ann. "Now, listen to reason.
Come to the store with me and we'll
search. If we don't find it I shall charge
Lilly with the theft to-morrow, and if
she don't confess, get a search warrant
for her rooms IT1 be very kind, but I
can't lose a sum like that
She cried again. I did really feel that
she was in great trouble. She went to
the store again and searched the safe,
but the money was all gone. Margaret
Ann had the number in her pocket
book. It waa easy to identify, and be
sides the poor girl was in a auspicious
position, and I said if she should prove
guilty, my faith in human nature was
gone.
"Mine too," said Margaret Ann, "I
had come to like her so. And then
poor Sam."
I went borne to tea with my sister-in-law,
bnt we had not much appetite.
She promised not to come to the store
until the closing honr, and to be very
merciful, and to give the girl every
chance.
And so we parted. I arose to say
good-night, and came around the table
to shake hands with Margaret Ann,
when, being a clumsy old bachelor, not
nsed to women's fixings, my coat caught j
in a little wicker-work sewing-basket, I
on long spider legs, and overset it j
Out tumbled cotton, buttons, and tape,
and I stooped down to pick them up,
when among them I saw a key, a brass
door-key, with a nick in it and a long
piece of pink ribbon tied to the handle.
It was a very little thing, and it made
my blood run cold.
If that was the key Lilly had lost,
what was it doing there ? I didn't dare
to look at . my sister-in-law. And I
walked the floor all night; but by
morning my mind was made np.
At nine o'clock I met that boy and
girl at the store, and told them I should
be gone all the day. In ten minutes
more I stole Lilly's key from under the
counter, and went to the house to her
little room on the third floor, and
entered it like a thief. It was very
poor, and very bare, bnt very neat and
clean ; and there was a closet in it, with
a few dresses hanging on pegs, and a
bonnet-box on a shelf. Into this closet
I went and there I sat down on an old
trunk, and waited. I heard a queer old
clock ticking in the room. I heard it
count the hours, ten, eleven, twelve.
And kept saying to myself:
"If you are a wicked, suspicious old
fool, Richard Wood, the Lord forgive
Uut l waited still, and lust as the
..
long black hand pointed at half-past
one, I heard such a knock as my sister-
in-law always gave at the office door.
I drew my closet door tight, and pnt
my eyes at a crevice in it
There waa another knock a pause;
and then I heard the key turn in the
lock, and saw the door open, and my
sister-in-law come in. She looked about
her, shut the door, and relocked it and
stole serosa the room. Then God for
give the woman 1 I suppose she was
mad with jealousy she lifted np the
mattress of the neat little bed in the
corner, and, taking a red pocket-book,
thrust it under, pulling the quilt well
down about the bed afterward.
"I hardly think you'll marry Sam
Spencer, after all, Miaa Lilly," ahe said
aloud, with a wicked toss of her head.
"I've untwisted you."
"Xot quite," said L "Margaret Ann,
there are two words to that matter."
I walked out of the closet, and atood
with my back to the outer door. She
knew herself trapped, and her wicked
tongue had its way still.
- "So you're in the habit of coming
here?" she said. "Xice young lady,
certainly."
"I never came here before," said I,
"and you know it ; bnt I've been here
all day waiting for you. I ssw Lilly's
key in your basket last night and I
began to guess the truth. Bring me
that pocket-book."
Margaret Ann did it She was as
pale as death, and almost aa eold. I
looked at her, and felt sorry for her
after aU.
"You're my brother'a widow," I said,
"and a poor, foolish, jealous creature.
I haven't told any one of my suspicions
yet, and I never will, upon two condi
tions." "Name them," said she. "I cannot
help myself."
"You'll retire from the business,"
said L
"Glad to do it," said she.
"And youH give that thousand dollar
bill to Lilly as a wedding present" .
She looked , at me, and gave a great
gulp-
"Nasty little cat I"
But she did, and only I ever knew
why the widow Wood was so generous
to Lilly Rath bone on her wedding day,
or why ahe started for Europe on the
very next steamer that sailed from New
York, and still remains there.
Whatever the benefits of fortune are,
thev vet reouire a palate fit to relish
and taste them : it is fruition, and not
possession, that renders ns happy.
Montaigne,
The Xsvada Judge's Story.
"I don't see how I could have done
more for him than I did ; but still the
man should not have been pnniabed
be should nave been acquitted.
With these words the judge awoke to
a consciousness that he had a fellow-
traveler ; and then, as if some explana
tion of his remark would be in order,
be went on :
"We bad a very interesting trial in
Austin last week. Tom Carberrv
Irish Tom, he is called was tried for
murder. I defended him, and never
struggled harder lor a client in my life.
For a week before, and throughout the
trial, i worked night and day to look
np testimony, and to present the case
to the jury in the best possible light
I consulted with all the attorneys not
engaged for the prosecution. We got
him on with three years in the peniten
tiary ; but he ought not to have been
punished he should have been ac
quitted." The fellow-passenger queried as to
the circumstances attending the alleged
murder, and the judge answered:
"They were very peculiar, and that
is the reason why the trial was so very
interesting, a woman np in Aiontana,
who never saw Tom Carbexry, thought
that he had done her great wrong ; and
so, when she was asked, as the phrase
is, to Hake np with a new man,' she
named her terms:
" 'KU1 Tom Carberry, of Austin, Ne
vada.' " 'But I never saw nor heard of the
man,' said the Montana aspirant
" 'Nevertheless,' said she, "kill Tom
Carberry.'
" 'It is the depth of winter," was ob
jected, 'and we are hundreds of miles
from Austin. The journey cannot now
be made.'
" 'Kill him in the spring,' said the
unrelenting woman.
" 'Yes,' said he, and the compact was
sealed.
"With the opening of travel in the
spring there arrived at Salt Lake City,
by the Montana stage, an individual
who freely announced that he was on
his way to kill Carberry. Salt Lake
City is a long way from Austin, but the
friendship of border men span much
greater distances. Tom was qnickly
advised of the approach of his visitor,
bnt he took no steps either to get out
of the way or to be specially prepared
to see company. He was then employed
at the Keystone Mill. nine, miles from
town, and he staid there nearly a whole
week after he knew that the Montana
chap was in Austin. You see, Tom is
a peaceable man, and he didn't want
any difficulty. Most men would have
come in at ouee, and got the affair off
their bands !
The listener entertained doubts at
this point hut saying nothing, the judge
proceeded:
"Saturday evening, just as usual with
him, Tom came into the city, and after
getting shaved and fixed np for his
holiday, he went around to the saloons,
where many of the people of the mining
towns spend their leisure, to meet his
friends. It wasn't long before he en
countered the Montana fellow, who be
gan at once, in Tom's hearing, to make
insulting remarks."
Here the listener interrupted with
"Why did he make insulting remarks ?
If he had made a long journey solely
for the purpose of killing Tom, why
didn't he shoot him off hand ?"
"Because," said the jndge. "that
would have been murder. The commu
nity is down on murder, snd he would
have been dangling from an awning-
beam in fifteen minute, .bailing is a
very different matter. When two men
get into a quarrel, and all is fair be
tween them, and one kills the other, the
community don't ordinarily seem to
feel much concern on the subject
Under such circumstances, the only
way for Montana was to provoke Tom
to a quarrel, and lead np to a fight
Bat Tom wasn't disposed to gratify him
he wouldn't take any notice didn't
seem to hear ; bnt repeatedly left one
saloon to go to another, just to keep
out of the way. Montana followed him
up, until, at last standing right before
Tom, he jumped up about two feet
from the floor, and came down with a
heavy jar, and said, 'I'm chief !' Even
this Tom didn't resent he only pnt his
hands over his face and wept ! Fact,
sir, the tears actually flowed, until his
best friends thonght he was an arrant
coward ; and when he got np and went
away to his room to bed, there wasn't
one to say a good word for him.
"Montana enjoyed a season of glory.
He said, 'I'm chief 1' in a publio place,
and no man had dared accept the chal
lenge. " 1 he next morning Tom was standing
on the sidewalk, when Montana came
along, and they met face to face. Tom
spoke to him in a very quiet, low tone,
saying:
" StrangeT. yon nsed me pretty rough
last night hut I dont bear malice. Jest
say that you'd been drinkin' and didn't
mean it, and we u aay no more aDout
if
"Montana answered, 'No apologies
in mine.
" 'Well,' said Tom, ysu needn' apol
ogize. Jome into the aaloon and chink
glasses with me, and we'll let the matter
drop.'
"Then .Montana said. Mom Uarberry,
either you're generous, or else you're a
coward. I dont think you're cowardly,
an' if I'd known you at the start, it'a
most likely 1 wonidn t ha waded in.
But the matter can't be let drop, for
there's hundreds o' people in my sec
tion an' between here and there who
know that I came here to kill you ; so
there's but two ways we must fight or
yoa mast run. If youH ran, it'll be
just as good to me as to fight'
"Tom s almost suppliant bearing dis
appeared on the instant, and he said :
'Stranger, I ain't much in the habit o
runnin', an' if we're to fight, we may as
well have it out now, as any time. Are
you heeled V
"lorn asked the question Decause we
have a law against carrying concealed
weapons, which is regarded at such
hours as people think they win have no
nse for their arms, and disregarded at
all others.
"The answer was 'No, I left my re
volver with the barkeeper o' the Ex
change.' " Get it,' said Tom, lTl wait for you
here.'
"The Exchange was in a corner
building across a street which came in
at right angles to the sidewalk where
they were standing. Montana went in
at the front door, but came out at the
side on the cross street, hoping to steal
up and 'get the drop' on Tom ; but this
wss not so easy. Tom was wideawake
he had crossed the main street to
guard against surprise ; so, when Mon
tana poked his pistol round the corner
and followed it with just enough of the
head to take sight, Carberry waa not in
range. In a moment their eyes met,
and the shooting began. Tom curled
down close to the road-bed, to present
the smallest possible area as a mark.
and because it is comparatively difficult
to hit an object lying on the ground.
Montana sheltered himself somewhat
behind a low row of sacks of potatoes
lying on the edge of the sidewalk, and
pertly behind a small awning-post This
last was a fatal error, for with a tall
post for a mark it is the easiest thing
in the world to make a line-shot
"I sm ranking a long story of the
shooting, which in reality was : very
soon over. They fired three shots
piece in as many seconds. Tom's third
ball passed through Montana's heart
and he was dead before bis head re
bounded on the brick pavement Car
berry surrendered himself at once, and
was kept in jail Tin til his trial came off,
although bail to any amount was
offered."
After a pause . the judge added, "I
don't see how I could have done more
for him than I did; but the man should
not have been punished he should
have been acquitted ; and he would
have been but for one circumstance,
which prejudiced the court and jury
against him." '
"What was the circumstance so pre
judicial ?" questioned the listener.
"The Montana chap was the fourth
man Tom had killed in Austin," an
swered the judge, .innocently.
Moscbrlrs' Visit to Sir Walter
' SeotU
The following narrative is taken from
the recently published diary and cor
respondence of Moscheles, the cele
brated German poet:
The Moscheleses, on the occasion of
this visit to Edinburgh, made the ac
quaintance of Sir Walter Scott, in whom
the reading world had discovered "the
Great Unknown," and to whose intellec
tual eminence thousands upon thous
ands looked np with feelings of the
deepest gratitude.
To the delight of Moscheles, Sir Wal
ter sent an immediate answer to his
letter of recommendation, saying that
being confined to his house with an
attack of gout he hoped Moscheles and
his wife would come to breakfast, in
stead of waiting for him to visit them.
-. Next morning, at 10 A. M., they called
at No. 6 Shandwick Place, where the
illustrious man was staying for the
winter, with his second, and unmarried
daughter. 'He opened the door him
self, ssys Moscheles, 'and welcomed
us heartily ; he was suffering from gout
and walked with a stick. Before we
had taken off onr things we felt com
pletely at home, and my wife's antici
pated awe of the great man had entirely
vanished. :We sat 'down to breakfast
forwith, and a genuine good Scotch
breakfast we had, served on handsome
silver plate, by two servants in powder
and livery. Scott's conversation was
extremely animated and delightful ; he
understands German, and is thoroughly
versed in onr literature, and an enthu
siastic worshipper of Goethe. He told
us many aoecdotes, but when he asked
me, 'How do yon like my cousin, the
piper? yoa know we Scotch are all
cousins' I am afraid my answer must
have done violence to his sense of music,
which, by nature, was very limited. It
was impossible for me to pretend to any
enthusiasm for the bagpipes. Sir Wal
ter had expected as much, but expa
tiated on the wonderful effect the na
tional musie has on the native High
binders, arguing that a wandering piper
would attract crowds in the streets of
Edinburgh; also, that in battle the
sound of bsgpipes would inspire Scotch
soldiers with a desperate valor. . You
should hear my cousin the piper pUy
and sing "The Pibroch of Donald Dhu,'
but with the Gaelic words,' said he ;
those words are the only appropriate
ones to convey spirit and animation,
but the melody itself carries one away.'
He began to hum the tune, and beat
time on the carpet with his stick, which
was always by his aide ; 'bnt' added
he, 'the whole thing is wrong ; I sing
so badly ; my cousin, who has jnst come
in, must play the tune for us np-stairs
in the drawing-room. Accordingly, we
went np-stairs ; the cousin played me
the subject ; 1 extemporized upon it
and completely won the heart of onr
ever-yonthfol-minded and genial host
This wss the prelude to my playing
several Scotch airs, which I had to vary
and interweave in all manner of ways.
At last we parted, after a delightful
visit, ever memorable to us ; the amia
bility and sweetness of Scott s manner
are never to be forgotten. Kindness,
indeed, is written in every feature, and
speaks in every word that falls from
him. He treated my wife like a pet
daughter, kissed her on the cheek when
we went away, and promised be would
come and see the children, and bring
them a book. This he did, and his gift
was the 'Tales or a Urandiatber." lie
had written in the title-page, 'To Adol-
phns and i.muy iuoecheles, from the
Grandfather.' .
"After onr visit Sir Walter was un
fortunately confined to his bed with a
fresh attack of gont; he got better,
however, and on the occasion of my
third concert, which was a matinee, to
the surprise of a crowded and fashion
able audience Sir Walter stepped into
the room before the musie began. My
wife," says Moscheles, "sat as usual in
a remote corner of the room ; Scott,
however, found her out instantly, and
sat down by her side, drawing upon her
the envious ey." of many a fair beholder.
His hearty bravos and cheers, when I
played, stimulated the audience to re
double their applause, which reached a
climax when I gave them the Scotch
airs. Between the parts he asked my
wife if she knew Burger's poem, 'Der
Dicbter liebt den gnten Wein,' and, on
her answering in the affirmative, he told
her how he delighted in this poem,
which he had translated into English,
adding 'Would yon like to have it ? I
shaU send it to you. She begged him
to recite the song in the original ; thia
to my wife's great delight he willingly
assented to, while all around listened
eagerly. On the following day, the
last before we lelt Jdmbnrgn, .Mrs.
Moscheles received the following note :
"Mr Dear Mbs. Moschkles : As you
are determined to have me murder the
pretty song twice, first by repeating it
in bad German, and then by turning it
into little better English, I send the
promised version.
My best wishes attend your journey.
and with best compliments to Mr.
Moscheles,
I am truly and respectfully yours,
Waxtkb Scott."
Riding the LeeetneUve.
Put your foot in the stirrup and twine
yourself aboard. The engineer's little
cabin is a regular howdah for an ele
phant It is a princely way of making
a royal progress. The engineer bids
yon take that cushioned seat by the
right window, ion bear the gurgle of
the engine's feverish pulse, and the hiss
of a whole community of tea-kettles.
There is his steam-clock with its finger
on the figure. There is his time-clock.
One says sixty pounds of steam. The
other, forty miles an honr. A little
bell on the wall before him strikes.
That was the conductor. He said
"pull out," and he pulls. The brazen
bell, like a goblet wrong side np, spills
ont a great clangor. The whistle gives
two sharp, quick notes. The driver
swings back the lever. The engine's
slender arms begin to leel slowly in her
cylindrical pockets for something they
never find, and never tire ol reeling lor.
Great unwashed fleeces are counted
slowly ont from the smoke-stack. The
furnace doors open faster and faster.
The faces of the clock-dials shine in the
burst of light like newlv-washed school
children, that are polished off with a
crash towel. The lever is swung a little
further down. The search for things
gets lively, rleeces are getting plentier.
The coal goes into the furnace and out
at the chimney like the great beat of a
great black artery. I here is a brisk
breeze that makes your hair stream like
a comet, The locomotive is alive with
reserved power. It has a sentiment
tremor as it bugs the track, and burls
itself along sixty feet for every tick of
the clock as u you should walk twenty
paces while your heart beats once!
First you get the idea, and next the
exhilaration of power in motion.
9Iatafisml Krpose. '
The London Athcnaum says that the
philosophy which urges the excellence
of early rising has been very rudely and
successfully shaken, Charles Lamb
has shown that there is as much excess
in rising with the lark and lying down
with the lamb as in the practice referred
to in Moore's song, which recommends
a lengthening of onr days by taking
"A few hours of the night my dear I
That philosophy was shaken in the early
days of the world by two sleepy children
who came under the rebuke of vigilant
fathers.
"My son," remarked one sire, "I
once fonnd a piece of gold by rising
early." :
"Ay I" rejoined yonng hopeful, "but
the man who lost it was np before you."
"My son," said the other worthy
parent, "observe that its the early bird
that catches the worm."
"I do. O mv father " rerjlied the ex
cellent boy ; "also that the worm was
caught by getting np earlier than the
bird."
It has been considered not beneath
the dignity of Field Marshal the Duke
of Wellington to hold rank among the
philosophers of the bed ; and, as nobody
ever knew that he had delivered himself
of an axiom or maxim illustrating bed
doctrine, one has been stolen for him,
and his grace has been made to wear it
as if it were his own. "When a man
turns in bed, it is time for him to turn
out" &" the Duke of Wellington nsed
to say ! ' So we are told, as if the Field
Marshal were always saying it Now,
the phrase waa a favorite with onr early
archbishops, and it was probably not
ori,tinal even on the lips of the very
earaest of the prelates to whom it has
been assigned by the Dean of Chiches
ter. The earliest illustrations of the evils
of lying late in bed, which some of our
older people used to receive when they
were children, came to them from Dr.
Watts. Who has not heard of the
famous lines with their halting philo
sophy ?
Tis the Tuiee ef the staxgard; I heard him com
plain. Ton. bare waked ma too sooa ! 1 mast slumber
again !
As the dMir on Its hinifee, so he on his bed
Turn, hie .idee and ha shoulders sad hla heavy
head."
The door that hangs on its hinges is
doing its duty as a door, let Solomon
and, Dr, Watts say what they will ; and
the wild brier, the thorn, and the thistle,
which grew broader and higher in his
garden, were at least acting busily
according to the nature implanted in
them. And, after all, the so-called
sluggard seems to have been more harm
less in bed than his censnrer, who left
him after an impertinent missionary
visit with such an outburst of pharisaical
pride as this: .1
"Said I then to my heart. "Here's a lreann far me!
That men Is bnt s picture nf wtist 1 might he :
but thank to mj xneade lor their care la mj breed
Inc. Who have ts Tight me, by times, to leva working and
reading
Perhaps if the sluggard had had such
friends, and thev had found him "work
to do," he would have risen to do it
There waa some reason in the young
fellow who, on being asked why he did
not get np, replied that he had nothing
to get up for 1 We are not even sure
that Quinn ia to be severely censured
on the part he took in the morning
dialogue with his valet:
. "John, what's o'clock?"
"Nine o'clock, sir."
"Is there any mullet in the market
to-day. John?"
"No, sir."
"Then call me at nine to-morrow,
John."
Moreover,- it does not follow that,
because a man ia in bed, his mind is
idle, or that he is careless of the welfare
of his fellow-creatures who are np and
abroad..
"HerodMue wrote most In bed :
And Rtenermnd, s learned parwfHall,
Decisree the clockwork of the bead
Ooes beet la that ledlued position."
Relies or Other Days.
According to its ancient charter, the
bank of England is obliged not only to
purchase at their fair value any precious
metals tendered to it but also to take
eharge of any gold or silver, in ingots
or plate, that may be brought to it for
safe keeping. From time to time plate
chests have been deposited with this
view in the vaults of the bank, and
many of them have been there so long
that they are actually rotting away. On
a recent occasion the servants of the
bank discovered a chest which, on being
moved, literally feU to pieces. On
examining the contents a quantity of
massive plate was discovered of the
period of Charles IL This circumstance
might not in itself be very interesting,
bnt that there was fonnd with the plate
a parcel, which proved to be a bundle
of old love letters, carefully arranged
according to their dates. An inspection
of them revealed a correspondence of a
tender and romantic description, carried
on during the period of the Restoration.
The name of the writer was found to be
Berners, and after considerable search
among the archives of the institution,
it waa fonnd that a family of that name
had been connected with the bank about
the time in qvegtion. Acting upon this
clew the doctors prosecuted their in
quiry, and finding that a gentleman of
that name, now living, is the lineal re
presentative of the owner of the plate
and the love letters, both have Men
handed to him. . The plate has been
sent to Meesrs-Lambert, the celebrated
Silversmiths, of Coventry street London,
to be cleaned, and the newly-discovered
owner has permitted it to be shown to
any one interested in plate of the
period. The love-letters are not how
ever, on view.
The definition of a journalist A
journalist is a man who spends some of
the best days of his life in conferring
reputation upon others and getting
none himself.
Youths Column.
Wake, Little Oae, Wake.
Wake, Httle one. wake '.
The morning light ejotk break . .
O'er wood end dale, and bill and Tale,
And over the placid lake.
Tne tre-e are clothed in gems of gold
That sparkle In the lig t.
And all the gar bade that unfold "
Are Ailed wiih jewels brlgttt.
Wake, darling one, wake !
The flYT sua dutu make '
MiMt the bill, and crvetal the riU,
And golden tue tall eane braae.
Tbe bird are eiugtng their songs of glee,
r'lutt'rlng from bough to bough.
A leenon of Lhanka for yuu and me.
Wake, aula one. now 1
Tnx Bkab's DntKXB. "O, pspa !
please tell ns a story now, while you
have nothing to do !" exclaimed one and
another of a group of little ones, climb
ing around their father, as he sat rest
ing by the evening fire.
"Well, as I have 'nothing to do, I
suppose I must What sort of a story
shall it be?"
"A bear story," said one ; "O yes,
tell ns about the bear who stole a
dinner!" ' ....
Papa protested that he had told that
story over and over again, bnt indul
gently gave it again, as reqnested.
"A good many years ago," aaid papa,
"before I was born, my father and
mother went to live in the northern
part of New York State. If yon look
on your map now yon will see towns
and villages dotted about where then
there were scarcely any settlements
nothing but thick woods."
"Bears in 'em?" asked a boy with
wide open eyes.
"Yes, woods with bears in 'em only
think!" ,
"I shouldn't think yonr father and
mother would have liked to go and live
where the bears were."
"O, the bears did not often trouble
settlers. I do not know that any ever
came near my father's place. But
afterwards, when they hsd come back
to the East to live, and 1 was a little
fellow climbing on my father's knee,
jnst as yon do now, he used to tell me
this story about a man who settled out
there I suppose somewhere near them.
This man had built a aaw-mill, some
distance from his house, and often he
nsed to go to the mill to work all day
taking his dinner with him. , z
You have seen a saw-mill ? You know
its nse is to saw big, heavy logs the
trunks 01 trees into mee, smooth
boards, to build houses with.
7ell, one day the man had been hard
at work aU the morning at his mill, and
when it drew near noon, he began to
feel hungry, and thonght he wonld stop
and eat his dinner. So he sat down on
a log upon which the saw was working,
with his tin-pail by his side. Was he
afraid of the saw? O no, he could
jump off at any moment, if he came too
near tbe saw.
While he was eating the good things
which his wife hod put np for him, and
thinking of his work, his home, and his
babies, who should come up bnt a
rongh old bear !
Bruin smelled the goodies, and
thought he would put in for a share.
So he quietly mounted the log, on the
other side of the dinner-pail, and stuck
his nose into it as if he should ssy,
'Give rue some.' ,
The good man was somewhat startled,
you may believe, by the appearance of
such a visitor. Of course he wonld not
be so impolite as to refuse him a share
of the feast ; but be was afraid that
when Bruin had finished his dinner, he
might take it into his head to give him
a loving hug by way of thanks so he
prudently withdrew to a safe distance,
and gave np the whole -to bias. Bruin
munched in perfect content, with his
nose in the pail and his back to the saw.
while the owner of the dinner looked
on from his hiding-place, and wished
for his gun.
But in the meantime the log had been
gradually working up towards the saw,
and now all at once the bear felt a slight
nip in his tail. At this he growled and
gave an angry nnake, moving a little
further down ti e log. Presently he
received another 1 ip, and growled more
savagely, bnt could not turn from his
delightful repast But when he had
moved a third time within reach of the
saw, and felt another bite, his bear na
ture eould stand it no longer; so he
turned in a rage, and hugged the old
saw with all his might And what hap
pened then? Why of course he was
cut in two ; and the man had bear meat
enough for a number of dinners, besides
nice bear-skin caps for his little boys,
to keep their ears warm.
Now you have been told to look ont
for a moral in a story ; what shall we
learn from this ? Why,
1. That he who steals a dinner, is
likely to pay dear for it
2. That ha who flings himself in a
passion against anything which annoys
him, will be apt to get sorely cut and
wounded thereby, and make matters
very much worse."
A Hafpt Little Faxilt. There was,
not long ago, a dog in England, whose
family of pups were drowned, so that
she was lett alone, with nothing to love.
Her name was Mop ; and ahe was very
sad when she found all her little ones
taken away from her.
About the same time, a brood of nine
little ducks had been left without any
mother to take care of them ; so what
did Mop do bnt adopt the little ducks
for her own ? She would save her food
for them ; and when they went into the
water, she wonld go with them. The
little ducks learned to love poor Mop
very much. They would jump on her
back ; and if any strange dog came into
the yard, thinking he could catch one
of the little ducks to eat Mop wonld
growl so that the strange dog would
run off pretty well frightened.
Mop was happy in her little family ;
for love makes even dogs happy; and
when the ducks grew np, they did not
forget the friend who took care of them.
Many a good time they wonld have
swimming about in the pond, or eating
their dinner together.
Tax YAHisHisa SrxKxcz, Having
previously stuck a small piece of white
wax on the nail of yonr middle finger,
lay a sixpence on the palm of yonr
hand, and, addressing the company,
state that it shall vanish at the word of
command. "Many persons," yon ob
serve, "perform this feat by letting the
sixpence fail into their sleeve ; but to
convince yon that I shall not have re
course to any such mean deception, I
win turn np my cuffs." Yoa then close
yonr hand, and bringing the waxed nail
in contact with the sixpence, it wiU
firmly adhere to it Yoa then blow
yonr hand, and ery "Begone 1" and
suddenly opening it and exhibiting the
palm you snow that the sixpence has
vanished. If yoa borrow the sixpence
of any of the company, take care to rub
off the wax before yoa restore it te the
owner.
An active bachelor in Maine claims
to be one hundred and two years old ;
but "as he makes his own bed," acoor
ding to a local paper, "se he most lie,"
"Varietiesa
Maine's hay crop of 1373 is worth
8W.000.000. ' ' '
There are now fifty-two papers pub
lished in Japan.
How many great men have been
crashed before they became great , , ,
Strong passions work wonders when
there is stronger reason to curb them.
America consumes annually 6,000,000
pounds of Turkish figs in round Aggers.
Wrong always punishes, sooner or
later, the wrongdoer. There is no es
cape. Mental pleasures, unlike those of the
body, never cloy, and are increased by
repetition.
Nothing elevates ns so much as the
presence of a spirit similar, yet superior
to our own. . .
Employment is to man what oil is te
machinery ; it makes the wheels of ex
istence run smoothly.
Happiness is a perfume that one can
not shed over another without a few
drops falling on himself. . .
: Mormon husbands in Utah are- said
to be cutting down expenses, by redu
cing the number of their wives.
The melancholy days have come, the
saddest of the year ; it'a a little too
warm for whiskey hot end a little too
cold for beer. Ex.
A man in Smyth county . Va.. knocked
an apple off a tree with the butt end of
his gnn, and went to his long borne
with a bullet in his insidea.
Coleridge, when lecturing as a young
man, waa violently hissed. He imme
diately retorted. "When a cold stream
of truth ia poured on red-hot prejudices.
no wonder that they hiss. , s . ,
A neat, clean, fresh aired, sweet
cheerful, well arranged house exerts a
moral iniluence over its inmates, and
makes the members of a lam 11 v peace
able and considerate of each other's
feelings and happiness. '
There is a Professor Cspen, in Ban
gor, who' prognosticates the wsaAher
some days ahead. Sometimes he hits
it and sometimes he does not When
he does hit it he attributes it to his
sagacity, bnt when he does not hit it he
attributes it to disturbances in the du
fasive influx of the fine lines of the
sun's solarity.
A timber fall has occurred in Wiscon
sin, which is estimated to be three miles
in width and from sixty to ninety miles
in length. The engineers, in locating a
railroad line through this mans of fallen
timber, were obliged to walk on trees
twenty feet from the ground. A large
portion of the timber is first-class pine,
and there is also considerable hard
wood mixed with it
Millard Bledsoe, a Missourian, of
Doniphan county, determined to ahnSe
off his mortal coil by the good old way
of windpipe and razor, and waded ont
into the nver to commit the dreadful
doed, so that he wouldn't make such an
awful muss on his clothes. But while
wading in he dropped the razor and had
to go back to shore disappointed. He
never thought of drowning till he got
home and had got his dry clothes on,
and didn't want to spoil a second suit
' Don't complain of the selfishness 'of
the world.-. Deserve friends, and yoa
wUl get them. The world is teeming
with kind-hearted people, and yoa have
only to carry a kind, sympathetic heart
in your bosom to call out goodness and
friendliness from others. It is a mis
take to expect to receive welcome, hos
pitality, words of sheer, and help ever
rugged and difficult passes in life, in
return for cold selfishness, which cares
for nothing in the world but self. Cul
tivate considers' Ion for the feelings of
other people, if yoa would never have
your own injured. Those who complain
most of ill-usage are the ones who abase
themselves and others the oftenesi.
A newly-married man took his bride
on a tour to Switzerland for the honey
moon, and when there induced her to
attempt with him the ascent of one of
the highest peaks. The lady, whe at
home had never ascended a hill higher
than a church, was much alarmed, and
had to be carried by the guides with
her eyes blindfolded, so aa not to wit
ness the horrors of the passage. The
bridegroom walked close to her, expos
tulating with her as to her fear. He
spoke in sweet whispers, but the re frac
tion of the air was suoh that every word
was audible. "Yoa told me, Leonora,
that yoa alwsys felt happy, no matter
where yon were, so long aa you were in
my company. Then why are yoa not
happy now ?" "Yes, Charles, X did,"
replied she, sobbing hysterically, "bnt
I nevtr meant above the snow line."
The employes of a large Market street
house, in Philadelphia, with a view to
economy, resolved to club together and
have their meals prepared in the base
ment of the store. Amongst the mem
bers of the club was one, the eompaas
of whose appetite had not been gauged
in advance.
Imagine the consternation of the re
mainder of the party when that voracious
individual, without any seeming extra
effort, quietly made away with a pound
of beet-steak, a quarter of a peek of
roast potatoes, a whole loaf of bread,
four cups of coffee, and eight apple
dumplings, and then, wiping his mouth,
and complacently laying his hand npoa
his "inner man," asked whether that
was all they had for dinner.
The cooking stove and utensils were
sold forthwith, and tha club disbanded.
If any boarding-house landlady has
"one vacant chair" at her table and de
sires it filled by one who is competent
to do justice to her Tiands, the yonng
man in question is open for proposals.
Some curious particulars regarding
the Pope's wardrobe are given by the
Aewe I re ir. J'rese. The head oi the
Roman Church adheres strictly to an
cient tradition in respect of the color of
his attire, which consists of a white
cassock with a narrow collar and white
sleeves, and a purple cloak cut in a cir
cular shape. The material varies in
thickness according to the season. In
consequence of an inveterate habit of
snuff-taking, his Holiness requires five
or six white cassocks during the year,
each of which costs about four hundred
francs. In winter the Pope wears white
ilk stockings ever fine thread, and ia
the summer mixed eotton and silk.
These are supplied by a well known
honse in Terriers, which charges twenty
four francs a pair for the hose. The
red mantle costs no less than eight hun
dred francs. The slippers, of fine red
cloth, embroidered with fine gold, and
ornamented with a cross, are worth
from one hundred and twenty francs to
one hundred and forty francs. The
Pope requires six ef these for the year;
twenty-four pairs are besides always
kept in his wardrobe, and the chamber
lains are forbidden to give them stray
when east off, thongk many eagerly
covet the honor of their possession.
r
l!
upward to independence.