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Sweet Echo.' lisienig, love.you lie Echo. You lie ! 'Lover. Thou dost resuscitate dead sounds ... s Hark I how my voice revives, resounds ! Echo. Zounds! aLover. I'll question thee before I go ''J Come, answer me'more appropos ! Eclio. Poll ! Poh ! Lover. Tell me, fair nymph, if e'er you saw mu? -'So sweet a girl as Phcebe Shaw ! iBc7io: ' ' u Pshaw! L'opcr. Say, what will turn that frisking coney Into the toils uf matrimony 1 . . . 1 -Echo. - -Money. Lovcrz Ilas'Phcebe not a heavenly brow? " - ' Is it not as wliite as pearl as. snow ? Echo. Ass! no! tfiLovcrWex eyesJ Was ever such a pair? as Are the stars brighter than they ate ? Echo. They arc l over. Echo, thou licst, but can't deceive me ; - Her eyes eclipse the stars, believe me ; Echo. Leave me.' 'Jsovcr. T3tit come thou1 saucy, pert-romancer, j Who is.as, fair as Phrebe.? Answer : Eco. : Ann sir ! . . . fe ! tffOinutaH: bhioii a once ,o,u oy a oiiep-j .-.? i vr.. . i i i oi , . , j i - s .u , - 6 i 1 were looking carefully on all marks the violence 8!?ky was cloudless. As the prediction proved . r,., , , true Sir Isaac told the boy he would give hia) ! had left in the premises. I he house, a large Irame ' a guinea if he would point out how he could one, stood some distance from the road. lhe Vreieli 4ie weather so truly.. The 'shepherd j front door was found open, all the inner doors un ..'.pocktjied the 'tin' and said : ( locked or broken, every drawer, chest, press or r 'Now, eir, whenever you see thatblackram : cupboard forced, and their contents scattered o- raise his tail towards the windii'Va sure sign i yer, the . floor- In the garret, to which the poor of rain within the hour.1 j Utile creature had probably fled, Millie was found, The Philosopher aloped. j covered with blood that flowed from a stab in her - , , ' . . Iside, her little hand grai?ping.an old bed post, while , Jo know the worth of women , just .imagine J around hor neck a while handkerchief was slight- jho world without them once. Where . would i . . .-. . . "vouspend your Sunday nights? Who would y kr5oUetJ: ,..r..; , . , , . ; . , . e WS your head when you had the .ooib-ache 1 ln the flobr of the jia,!' T f lhe - ne,bor! What would you do lor. bullous 10 your .huts picked up a squirrel with one fofe-paw gone, and . or partners fur your cotillions ! Wishoul .girls ..its head scalped by a rifle ball. A young man : ta "bleighiide squeeze would be worth less than j who had been chopping wood in a neighboring a squeezed orange cold weather-woujd have ' grove immediately recognized it as one W. had ,f an .extra chill added to if,, whilo suicide and j shot that afternoon ; he was by, and, picking it up, broken breeches would be mulmlied by. an hun-1 rpmarked to W the excellent shot. W died To lake lhe women from the world, t oujd be xo lake the rose from the garden fcjthe. nighn'ngale from the. Kongsi,or,s---5ummer JlrpjrUlje year. Cat worms. Charlos Cist, Esq, of ihe Cincinnati; Adver-Lhese cjrcumslances Hser, nays:44! have a hint 10 give my farmer; F'ronl jhe tj friends, how to protect young tomatoes,. cab-J Q fat 0f W jjbage., and other tender plants from cut W0J,n8-'!'hQUs. "Full a few tops ol clover, wflicn put. .aiongi 8jde each plant you -wish - jp ve, cover ',,t3 trate,and4he. evidence I haye .detailed,, given be clovcr top, wi,h.u oh,,,, . cui-worm pre- r. j . aers lhe clover .o any ihing eljcfj M every - - anfJ as bod8 had .day or two you can examine, below, he chips, were lojno on nis -ou siceve, ; nd Mud ihe cut worm, over : ip ihe he and been robbed of some gold and silver coin, ofape- her chickens. "This is less labor, than lo replant." STROUDSBURG, From the Home Journal. 'CIRCUiNSTANTIAEj EVIDENCE. BY MRS. BELL SMITH. One Saturday afternoon, some years since, about the bar-room of the only public house in the little village of S , on Lake Erie, were gathered ' a number of gossipping idlers sea-faring men and .larmers. Although early in the afternoon, the heavy clouds of an approaching storm so dark ened the shore, that candies were lit, and in their dim light the gathered crowd listened to the beat .ing of tho waves upon the beach, and the distant roll of thunder that announced the coming strife. Tt was one of those scenes that occur when a mighty tempest comes down on Erie's inland sea, and the dullest seemed struck with its impressive grandeur. Sailors drank from their poisoned cups with less noise, and the village politicians were less absorbed in the Presidential election. One j of the number seemed more uneasy than the rest, j A young, man, of mild prepossessing appearance, i with a rifle in his hand, and a powder horn slung I over his shoulder, for he had but a few minutes be fore come in from gunning, paced to and from the door, looked at the troubled bay and clouded sky, and frequently asked an old captain of a shooner when he would be able to sail to night? "To-night? No sir i" he responded to one of these inquiries ; "nor to-morrow nor next day, I f expect. This 'ere storm looks as if it was goin to lead ofTa dance for a good many flirtin' ones, and i don t believe in puttin out in sich company it corrupts good manners, as the sayin' is. You j.seem to be in a great hurry, comrade ?' 'I am. The Sea-Gull broueht me ill news from home this morning, and I will double your passage money if you run me down. to C to night'. ... Not I. I wouldn't undertake i: for four limes the money.' Silenced by this reply, the young man returned sadly into the house ; and, sitting down, thrust his hands into his pockets, with the dogged air of one who makes up his mind to be content with a posi tive evil. M VV had been in S but a few weeks, and although a stranger, had impressed its inhabitants favorably so quiet, retiring, and, as all thought, kind was he in manner and dispo sition. The business that brought him to the place was by no means settled, and the intelli gence he had received must have been of a very pressing nature, to make one naturally so timid, anxious to brave a storm that caused the hardiest sailor to shrink from duty. He had been silting with a look of gloomy discontent but a short time, when the clatter of horses' feet were heard in. the stieet, and a man, pale and trembling, stood with in the door-way. His first "discordant utterance was the word 1 Murder !' No expression of pain or terror can send the same deathly chill to the heart as that one word of terrible import ; and, paralyzed with stupid surprise, the gathered crowd inquiringly gazed at the breathless messenger of evil. Before he 4 could relate what seemed to choke his utterance, the sheriff ofthe county hastily entered and ar rested M W For what ?' faltered the young man. 4 The muder of. Millie Woods,' was the stern re ply. It wanted only this to swell the horrible sensa tinn that had fallen unon the crowd. Millie Woods, a little girl ten or twelve years ot age, was the only child of respectable parents living within a mile of S , and in her sprightly loveliness had won the affection ol all the villa jgers. The circumstances attending her death. i wereas follows: The parents, as was frequently their custom, left the house under the charge of Millie, and had bten the greater part ofthe day, making purchases and visiting m the village. Hurrying home before the coming storm, the ag- ionized parents found their house robbed, and their m.iv ru:A hmtallv murdered ! The news soread J J m and s00 lhe CUrious and cooler neighbors leftim jn the direction of Wood's house, with the squirrel in -his hand. The handkerchief un wound from Millie's neck had the letters M. W. in one corner. True these were the initials of T Millie's own name, but her mother, positively a tvowc&'she owned rib such article. Satisfied with the officer at once arrested time the murder was discov- -'s arrest was just two vr, hrrWl to the nearest maois 3 - culiar character, .two or mree 01 in jut c,c found upon the unfortunate man's person, i his I MONROE COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, MAY 2, 1850. -I ,J Ui 1 1 " T 1 -1 i r I jituticu me lniui unit, aim me crowa grew lurious. Little Millie, so good, so loved, and loving, all re membered as a child of their own, and she to be butchered for gold ! the law seemed too slow and mild for vengeance, and the great crowd now swelled to hundreds swayed loo and fro, shouting angrily for blood. A convict hut lately from prison, hastened for ward with a rope, threw it over a post, while some ofthe citizens in answer to this mute suggestion, hurried the unfortunate prisoner towards the im promptu gallows. f Oh, gentelemen ?' screamed the young man, frightened at what appeared his inevitable fate. " Have mercy upon me I am innocent indeed I. am have mercy !' His voice was drowned in a roar from the crowd: 1 Who had mercy on little Millie ? Kill him, kill him !' and again they pushed him towards the fa tal po3t. Oh, God !' cried the unhappy man in bitter anguish, and trembling like a, child ; " will no one pity. 1 have a widowed mother mercy, mercy wait a little while only a little while.' One, alone, answered this last appeal. A young lawyer of eminent ability, and personally popular, sprung forward, severed the rope, and then, in a clear, silvery voice that rung out high above the tumult, said : 4 My friends, be careful of your ac'is. You are about to do what in this man you condemn an awful murder. Chain him down, do what you will to secure the criminal, but respect the law' And give Squire B a chance to clear him,' interrupted the convict 1 have mentioned. ' To that man, fresh from the cells, 1 have noth ing to say. But to you, my companions, neigh bors and" friends, I appeal earnestly appeal. Why will you do this cruel thing ? What right have you to committ a murder ? How will you answer to the great Giver of all good for this ? Where is your authority V ' He whoso sheddeth man's" blood, by man shall his blood be shed,' responded a harsh, solumn voice, and the crowd turning saw, where a torch waived over a stern, unfeeling face, the counten ance of their preacher ! It was a time when the gathered feeling, checked by some great obsta cle, pauses in its rash career, and, for a moment, there seemed a doubt which way the tide would flow The awful passage so solemnly quoted, fell on the crowd at that moment, when the slightest word would have turned them from their purpose, and stimulated, as it seemed to them, by a com mand from Heaven, they once more seized their trembling capiive, when the old captain, whom W. had importuned for a passage, claimed to be heard : 4 Comrades,' said he, "Squire B- -thinks we had'ht ought to hang this fellow. Well I'll tell you , cended the stairs and entered the office. An eld what we'll do. He wanted to sail with me this ' eily man, with a bald head and wrinkled face, was day. He shall do so. We'll take him outside seated at a table surrounded by books and papers, the Bay, lie him in an open boat, and set him , Inviting the new comer to be sealed, he peered at adrift. Then the Lord have mercy on him. What him through his spectacles, and inquired his busi- say you A shout of approbation was the response, and they hurried W to the shore. In the mean while the storm grew loud, and when in the dark night, their torches beaten out by wind and rain, the crowd heard the angry waves dashing over the rude pier, their courage failed, and seven only i were found ready for the enterprise. Clambering) upon the deck with their victim in their midsi, the cables were cut, and the little bark, like a fright ened bird, flew out at sea. Perhaps no scence ever painted itself on the canvass of real life so startling, horid and strange, as this. While the stout-hearted skipper steered the bark, the convict, assisted by four of his com- panions, tied W to the open boat, and the preacher kneeling upon the deck, was heard be tween the pauses of the thunder, far above waves and wind, calling upon Heaven to bless their un holy act. The open lake was gained, and the wretched man, regardless of his screams and entreaties, was given to the foaming waters. In a glare of light ning, that was followed by a deafening peal of thunder, they saw their victim rise upon a huge wave, then plunge into darkness and death be yond. A short time had the executioners to dwell up on their ruthless deed. Their own lives were, in jeopardy. A storm so Violent has seldom been equalled, and the little craft was worked, save the skipper, by unskilful hands. Desperate efforts were made to regain the Bay, but the entrance was narrow and intricate, while commands, gross ly misunderstood, were promptly executed, so that the bark run upon a ledge of rocks, and quickly went to piece3. Two only of its strange crew were saved the clergyman and the convict to gether reached the shore. Some three years after these strange events, the Rev. Mr. H was awakened one night by a request to come immediately, and administer re ligious consolation to a prisoner, who, in attempt ing an escape from jail, had been mortally wound ed by the sentinel on duty. The Rev. gentleman folding his cloak about him, and accompanied by the jailor, threaded his way through snow and sleet to the prison. They, found the prisoner writhing in pain upon the bed in his gloomy cell, lit by a dim candle and alone, for the surgeon had pronounced his case hopeless. You've come at last,' he growled, as the cler gyman approaching his bed, took from beneath his cloak, a book and began the duties jJertaining to his sacred mission. 4 You've come at last ; I thought I'd go down before you got here-, May ypu be spared for repentance ; let us lose no time.' ' No you don't ! I'm bound to go down down. Don't be foolin' 1 didn't send for that.' 4 The sands of life are running fast. In a few moments you will be in the presence of your Judge, and repentance then will be of no avail.' ' It will not avail me now,' said the criminal. ' Think of your past life think ofthe punish ment that is to follow !' The answer to this was a frantic roar of laugh ter, that made even the jailer's blood tingle with alarm. 4 1 will not remain,' said Mr. II sternly, 4 and hear this awful mockery. I warn you now beware !' 4 Well listen, then don't you know me V The clergyman held the candle to the convict's face, and started with astonishment. 4 Oh ! you know me, do you You remember the night we tossed W overboard how he prayed ? Oh, oh ! look to yourself!' 4 1 did my duty.' 4 Ah, ha ! you did, did you ? You did your duty in drowning a poor fellow for a murder he never committed !' A tremor like an ague ran through the listener's frame, and there he stood as one dismayed. 4 He never did the deed. I murdered Millie Woods I chased her to the garret and killed her. I was there robbing the house when W came. I heard him speak cheerily to the child, give her the squinel, and then leave. A minute after, she was a dead babj, and W had the blame.' 4 Lord, have mercy upon me 1' groaned the Di vine, in an agony of spirit. 4 1 slipped the gold pieces in his pocket. How he prayed and begged for mercy ! It's our turn now ! 1 don't beg I won't I'll die as I have lived but you can howl ! He had a widowed mother. We all went under but you and I, par son, came up together now we go down down down !' The voice ceased a shudder ran through his iron frame, and the wietched criminal was no more. In time, the village of S- -grew to a city. Many of its old citizens had emigrated, or were dead, and, among the remaining, the events I have narrated had faded almost into an uncertain le- gend, when one sunny afternoon, an elderly gen- tleman of staid, respectable appearance, accom- panied by his wife and children, made his way from the evening steamer to one ofthe principal hotels. After securing rooms, he walked into the street. He earnestly scanned the signs as he passed. He stoped before one that read, 4 Attorney-at-law ;' j he paused, and then, with a start, as if the deter- 1 mination had a spice ofthe desperate in it, he as- ness Mr. 13- -you do not remember me V 4 1 cannot say that I do,' answered the attorney, slowly, as if in doubt. ' Do you not remember pleading in behalf of a poor fellow, about being lynced for a murder, some thirty years since V 'Mr. M W .' exclaimed the law- 1 yer, joyfully. ' Can it be possible 1 I never for got a face, and yours I saw in a frame work that night that ought to impress it upon my memory j for ever. But I thought you dead years ago. ! Sit down sit down, and tell me all.' ' After I was thrown from the vessel that night,' said W , seating himself, ' I was so frighten ed that for some time I had no consciousness of what occurred. On becoming moro collected, I found my little boat half filled with water, riding the short heavy waves, and every second I ex pected to go under, or be capsized, and so drown. This not occurring, I began to look about me. I found the cord by which I was tied passed over my shoulder. I managed to get it in my mouth, and soon knawed it apart. This loosened my hands, so that in a few moments I freed myself and sat up. With an old cup that I found in the boat, I bailed out the water, and, then breaking up one of the seats, I managed the little affair so as to ship no more ofthe waves, and in this way rode out the storm and the night. ' By morning the wind had somewhat subsided, but so exhausted was 1 by fear and fatigue, that I was forced to lie down, and soon was sound asleep. When I awakened the sun was setting, as far as I could see on every side, was a dreary waste of wa ters. Strange as it may sound, I was greatly re lieved. 1 feared nothing so much as again falling into the hands of that terrible mob. 4 The full moon came out, making the scene light almost as day, and, a gentle breeze spring ing up. I took my coat, fastened it on the broken seat, and with this for a sail, drifted, as near as I could make out by the stars, in a north-easterly di rection. I knew, sooner or later, I must strike the Canada shore, but how far I had been carried in the storm, I could not of course determine. Through that long night I floated on. I saw the moon go down, and the stars fade into the cold gray light of morning, and then the sun came up with the clear, calm day, but no land could be seen nothing but glittering water. I imagined at one time seeing in the dim distance a sail, but if one, it immediaetely disappeared. About noon I noticed something floating near me, and on paddling my boat along side, found it a bale of goods carefully corded together. I fast ened it, almost without motive, to. my boat, and again lying down was soon fast asleep. 1 was awakened bv a shout, and starting up, found I was running in close to a wooded shore, and a number of men staring in wonder at my appearance In answer to my request, one of the men waded in and pulled my boat to land. 1 learned to my great relief that 1 had reached the Canada side, within a few miles nf . It was supposed that I had been bhipwrccked, to which my bale of goods at Nor 37. once gave coloring, secured for mo a kind recep tion. On opening this bale the next day, 1 found it filled with costly silks and velvets, and so admi rably packed the water had hot damaged them. This had probably been lost from some wreck in the late storm, and, noting the address, with the in tention of repayment some day, I sold the con tents, and with the proceeds made my way to New York, where I, after my mother's death, joined an expedition fitted out for , in South America. In this new home I married, and engaged in mer chandize. There I lived until I learned, a few months since, my innocence of that cruel deed had been made known by the confession of the real criminal." When he had finished recounting his strange es cape, the lawyer rising abrubtly caught him by the arm and pointed to the open window. They looked and saw a gaunt figure, with sunken eyes, pale cheeks, and long gray hair, in th'o gloom ofthe eve ning, move silently along. 4 That,' said the lawyer, 4 is Mr. H. Since the night of the criminal's confession, his intellect, never very strong, has been a complete wreck. Every evening he wanders to the Lake. If stor my no entreaties can induce him to seek a shelter, but, hour after hour, he paces the shore, as if ev ery moment he expected some revelation from its troubled waters.' From the iV. Y. Spirit of the Times. 'Sclaools for Clams.' A long while ago, when the crooked little river which insinuates itself into the fat part of that independent sovereignly called N.Jersey, and which rejoices in the name of the river Raritan a long while ago, they carried on a considerable traffic in clams through the me dium of that river at New Brunswick. The importers of these bivalves were in the habit of forming their customers into classes, or schools each class or school, io be suppli ed with cenatn qualities on given dayt during the clam season. Thus the origin of 4 schools for clams.' About the time to which I refer particularly, the question of Public Schools was being agi tated, and though the majority of tho people were in favor of this mode of enlightenment, yet there was a strong and bitter minority, especial ly among the uneducated classes, who looked upon the plan as only a new method of taxa tion. Among the most violent of the minority, was a big-mouted, uneducated fellow, ycleped Pe ter W , who constantly verified Pope's lines: ' Words are like leaves, and " here they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.' Peter lived in the township of P , a charming section it was then, and so I doubt not it continues, for my marriage and intermar riage within its limits, they havo managed prob ably to bring down the Puritan notions and lovely simplicity which wero its peculiar char acteristics in days gono. Peter had been to town had gloated his eyes, and kept his brain in a 'whrii-a-gig, by seeking and reading ail that he could, and gues sing at the rest. He was finally brought to a stand near the old bridge by a flaming advertisment headed SCHOOLS FOR CLAMS ! ! He read the hoadmg again and again then spelled each word, and eperately, yet so it was sure enough, 4School for Clams!' and at once his comprehensive tuitid grasped at what fol lowed, and without reading more he struck a line over the bridge and for home, putting, how ever, the advertisement in his hat. As he came near the tavern in P , he observed a group of persons standing together, and without a note of warning to his astonish ed auditors, he delivered himself to them in these words : 4 Gentlemen ! I say Gentlemen ! I never have made a speech in my life, and I don't mean to now. But you all know that some folks are in favor of taxing us io edicate their children, and I have alters said thai it was the town-folks that got ii up and nowt Gentlemen, I know it! But that ain't my reason for addres sing of you now they ain't satisfied witfTed icating their chilhren, but they e got the d n joulish notion of edicating clams ! Yes ! of sen ding them to school ! '1 hem very clams what a so happy no doubt as they are, and what con tributes st much to tho support of so many of our relatives and friends what catches 'em ! Yes, gentlemon, you may laugh if you want to now, but I've got the evidence ! Look here! he exultirigly exclaimed, drawing ihe advertise ment from his hat Look here ! Schools for clams ! A roar of laughter a perfect yell, followed the showing of the advertisment, and probably Poter discovered that he had been 4 barking up ihe wrong tree,' for when Millness came, he was among the absent ones. Amite. Sweet Girls. The girls out west are amazingly sweet. A man travelling through that region on horse back, declares that ihe wind came to him so laden with fragrance, that he thought he was near a garden of roses. He discovered that it was only a bevy of girls going through the woods . Exchange. That's nothing, compared with the beauiy and fragrance of our down east girls. When they enter a garden, ihe roses immediately grow pale and hang their diminished heads, and when they sing the birds expire from very envy at the sweetness of iheir tones ! Fact. Port. Times. Talk of the sweetness of your western and down-east girls ? Why, gentlemen we heard a great buzzing by our sanctum window, tho oth er day, and on looking out we discovered a swarm of bees in pursuit of a number of girls whom they mistook, from their s eetness, to be a buckwheat field I Was. Pa. Rep-. The entire sum of money raised hy the. church es of Great Britian for missionary purposes, ik about $1,750,000, by those of America, $750,000: and yet this sum scarcely equals the annual gifts tit Kulefe's temple, Calcutta V 4 PI iff
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