Carlisle herald. (Carlisle, Pa.) 1845-1881, January 23, 1863, Image 1
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MAN geeth forth unto ids work, and to hls labor until the evening —Psalms, ell, 23. Tut: stream Is calmest when it nears the tide, And flowers are sweetest at the eventide, And birds most tuneful at the close of day, And saints divine:, reliant they pass away, Morning is lovely', but a holier rharm Lisa folded close in Evening's roles of halm; An. weary man must ever love her best, For Morning rolls to toil, but Night brings rest She comes from Heaven, ana on her wings cloth hear A holy fragranee, like the breath of prayer; :Footsteps of angels Pillow In her triter, To shut the weary oyes of Day In pear°. All things are hushed before her, no she throws O'er earth and sky, I♦er mantle of repose; There is a calm, a beauty, and a power, That Morning knows not, in the Evening hour. "Until the evening'' we mug weep and toil, Plow li fe'n stern furrows, dig the w,ay 0161, with feet, our rough end thorny way, And bn tr the heat and burden of the day. Oh, when our sun k sett i ug . , may we glide, Like immune . evening. clown the golden tide; Anil leave liehlint It 4, 11144 Away, slweet starry twilight reuint our sleeping d.ry PIPE-ODE My pipe of peace, ver peke of pipe.) Like Inc, thou art but day, And like the curling wreaths of sui6ka My - life h.ea puroed away. 41.13, me 1 no Gems of Thought l'veNtoted .N.,1 garland, of tho mind, truo contuntuturlt In Lb) , bowl ver snot to find. Thy tapering stem has stook to me When other filen& have nod. And Oh I when troubles ri ushed mu down YVU NEVER LEFT MI" HAND. My elay-bowl'd friend, my rano-stem'd ft loin!, I'd nii.Nl tho Slit fur thee, And shout a victory 'nfid the Wares, If thy STEM I COUM My honest pipe my trusty pipe, I pipe this strain to the AUd PM' with reportorial vac°. 'Life's 0 IILMES r friend OR,u‘e• And when, like crumbling mortal of.%r, You'er crushed by numtal hate, 'Chine ASIIKS then I'll mingle with— The ashes of the nature. i~~~~~lxa~l~~~l~~, THE PINK SILK "I don't think it will be possible for us to finish it by that time, Miss Flint, we are so touch hurried just now." "13ai 1 inns/ have it to weer to morrow eveningi if you sand it boom by live o'clock it will answer, but it is really impossible fur me to do without it." Mrs. Cutlery the dressmaker thus appealed to, was a delicate looking woman of about forty, with a tired and care-worn face. She might have thought that of the half dozen evening dresses she had made for Miss Flint that season, one might have been selected; and the necessity of fittishdig another was not so very urgent; hut of course she said nothing to that effect. After hesitating a moment she left the room remarking, "I Will let you know directly, Miss Flint." Eidering a small back.room where seine ten or twelve girls were sewing, and where silks, cambries, ribbon and laces, and unfin ished dresses in all stages of progress were Inng about in seemingly inextricable confu sion. Mrs. Cutler inquired in an anxious tone, " will any of you undertake lo finish Miss Flint's pink silk by five o'clock to-mor row afternoon? 1 know how busy you all are, but she tkinks she must have it." "No, indeed I" exclaimed Susan Jones in a sharp irritated tone, "it's out of the ques tion. We've got twice as much promised ,tow as we can do without sitting up till day light to-morroN morning. I won't take a „stitch on it for one.'' Susan Jones, knowing that her capacity for accomplishing twice as much work as any other girl in the shop rendered het in valuable. to her employer, often gave her tongue great liberties. Mrs. Cutler looked distressed, and a deeper shadow gathered on her es - tie:worn face. "Miss Flint is very anxious about it," she said, "and a,s.ahe is one of my best cus touters I do not like to _disappoint her. I know you have been overworked the last fortnight, but if it could be done—" " do it, Mrs. Cutler," interrupted a cheery voice from the opposite side of the room, "I can take it home and finish it to morrow forenoon, and leave it at Miss Flint's as I go over to Uncle Tom's." " Can you ? are you sure you can, Kitty?" said Mrs. Cutler with a OltevOd look. Oh, yes, ma'am, quite sure. I shall finislEthis b.asque up at nine o'h.,lock to-night, and I shan't mind sitting up till twelve, and then there's all to-morrow forenoon. Yes, I can do it." There was something indescribably ani mating in the lively tones of Kitty Reynolds' "voice, like the bright ray of•sunlight stream= ing into the room on a cloudy day.- Mrs. Cutler felt its influence, and giving a grateful look at the round, rosy face of the speaker, she went to tell Miss Flint her dress should be ready'at the time., No sooner had the door closed than a storm of inegnation burst on Kitty's head. "I declare it you ain't a natural born fool," .pselfilmed Susan Jones, whose grammar and pronounciation always became remarkable in moments of excitement, "to 'go •to 80W your oyes out for that old- hard hearte,derit ter. She hain't 110 more feeling than a grind• stone, and thinks We are just =do' to bo her nigger slaves and work our bands off for, her.- She's• got fifty dreeses she could wear j us t, as iVell us that. Well, I, know . one thing, ain't a g o ing to sot up n,ll night' and work my fingers to the bone Yor anybody; if ytio're a mind to, Kittylleynojd, you may,and preeious•little, thanks you'll flvflF kt ( 4 f9r - itt can toll - you that." .011 w ‘, (1 0 11) 0. 1 .1 ATIISI4e VOL. G 3.. A. K. RHEEM, Editor & Proprietor "I am not doing it for Miss Flint, but for Mrs. Cutler," said Kitty. meekly, (or like the rest she stood in no little awe of Susan's tou- gne. "She? I don't mind her coaxin', not I. I'm always willin' to do a good day's work and whatever is right and fair, but I won't be trod under foot by nobody. I've got illy self to take care of, mid I mean to do it, and it Mrs. Cutler or any body else ain't satisfied, they may send me off any minute, but I won't be imposed upon by her—von may, it you're a mind to, and I hope you'll enjoy it; that's all I've got to sav about it." Poor Kitty! She did not .enjoy working extra hours more than other girls, and had her own inward trials to hear in addition, so the fault finding was the drop too much, and brought a large tear into each of her large blue eyes. To-morrow was Thanks.living day, that bright, joyful festival toward which her heart hail been turning for many a week, as the one bright spot of all the year. Few enough hol;days the poor gill 11:1,1, and when one did come she enjoyed it with all her heart and soul, for imbeds , liked fun and frolic better than Kitty Reynolds; and t , / have this cherished one cart ,fled was not any more to her taste than to Susan Besides she had expected to finish her new blue merino to wear to Uncle Toni's, an,Pas a host of uncles and cousins were to be'rhere it was of course import:lid mo look as pretty as she could, and the little gipsy knew as well as anylealy that the soft tint of blue, with the hit of . !nee edging round the"neek, would set off her fair complexion to advan- EIS Few persons came in contact w:th Kitty Reynolds without, being the happier ti;r it. She always managed to throw her heart into every thing she did ; so when she settled Ent° the hard straight lacked chair by the little window in Mrs. Cutler's Hitting room, a place where tempers and nerves were by no means alWays amiable or placid. she rendered her mistress not only eye and band service, but contrived to do something to make everybody within her reach more comfortable and happy. A quaint old writer has said, Life consists of two heaps, one of sorrow and one of hap piness, and whoever carries the very smallest atom from one heap to the other ducth God a service." Many and ninny an atom had Kitty Reynidds carried, each one buto very little atom, to he sure, yet making lit tle brighter and sweeter to somebody, and* the aggregate, making the pile a good deal larger. So to-day when Susan Jones's sh .rp voice reng in her to) and a. tempting vision of the blue merino flitted before her eyes, she whispered to herself; " But dear Mrs. 'Cutler will feel better, and the dress isn't of much consequence after ; the old plaid isn't so very bad," And every shadow of annoyance gad passed from her sunny face before Mrs. Cutler returned to her seat. Susan Jones' disturbances wasn't so easily allayed. "1 hate the very sight of that Miss Flint," she remarked to the girl who sat nearest, in an audible undertone. "She's always (banishing in with her ilounces shaka and rusilin',thinkin' there's nobody quite so grand as she; but she don't ever look the least bit like a lady for all that ; real born lady lets her clothes alone, and don't keep 'cut round alter her after that fashion. she don't want this new gown now inure than a cart imams five wheels, but I ti pose she's going to that thanksgiving ball and must rig up in short sleeves and low neck like a girl of sixteen; and she is thirty five to-day, every bit of it; and her old neck is Its wrinkled and scraggy as a piece of dried rennet; it's perfectly ridiculous flow ever, if people are a mind to kill themselves working tor her, it's 110 concern of mine," and she gave an energetic shake of the rich, lustrous folds of a watered silk to which she had just put the finishing touch. 'Phis ebullition of Susan's wrath produced a general grill ; even Mrs. Cutler's sad fea tures relaxed into a smile; for, talk as Susan might, she well knew no employer ever had a mere faithful servant, and that her site was never so bad as her bark ; nay, at that very moment, she would probably have rendered Miss Flint herself' a kindness had it been necessary. Between nine and ten Kitty Reynolds left the shop, taking with her the pink silk dress to be finished at home: Lightly she tripped along over the froze❑ ground, occasionally looking up to the stars whose thousands of bright eyes were gti:zing at hers, and thought there was a still lingering frost in the air, it did not chill the warm current in her veins; no indeed it cnly pinched her cheeks into a deeper red and made her bright eyes spar kle twice as much as before. "Oh, I do like so much these cold, clear nights," she said, in reply to her aunt Jeru sha's lamentations, with a pretty toss of her head, and a joyous, little laugh, making her appear as lively as a lark. "And, Aunt Je rusha, I have 'got to 'sit up late and sew to night; so you must go to bed and leave me." As lilitty expected" Aunt Jerusha began a furious tirade against the selfishness of wo men in general, and Mrs. Cutler in particu lar which she cut short by opening her bun dle and saying: ," Do see what a beautiful shade of pink this silk is. Won't it make lovely dress? And it is to be trimmed with this broad, black lace,' put on so," and she laid the deli cate trimming in graceful lines across the breast and sleeves. "Oh, auntie, won't it look nice when it is finished ?'' A kind of grunt was the response, to which was appended a discourse on the van ities of this life, most of which escaped Kitty; who had heard too many to be intensely in terested ;* tret — When her aunt, with a long drawn sigh, inquired. What are you going to wear yourself to-morrow? I should like tb knbw." She -answered cheerily, "Oh, my plaid cashmere, the black_and- red von know." . • Aunt Jerusha was never noted for consist ency, and Minding n .new cause for vexation, she exclaimed, " What,.tliat old thing?" "Oh, it looks quite nicely since I turned it and let it down : and I shall wear my black basque with it, and Uncle Tom always liked to 'see me in ,that, you know. " declare that it is ashaine and, a dis grace that you - can't have time to make a gown, now yqw have got one. ~ , Tho Grays aro all corning thero,tolnorroW, ancl, I should !pi:o 1 9 hym .iou put ow-something decent, CARLISLE, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 23, 1863. for if ever I want you to wear good clothes it is on Thanksgiving day." • A sly smile crept over Kitty's face, for no body hail so opposed her buying the new merino as Aunt Jeruslut, and she had seen Kitty one night go drowned in tears to her bed by a lecture on the extravagance and vanity cf young girls in these clays, and the ruin they were sure to come to, founded on that very purchase, and when she ended her present dolorous rinnarks by saying, "In that old plaid you'll look just like a scare crow," Kitty could only answer, " Oh, I hope not., auntie," And any one who 11,0 looked on the trim little figure, the dancing blue eyes, and the p achlike bloom on the cheek of the young maiden, as she drew up the lit tle table and placed the lamp on it, would have been sadly pnzzled to imagine how in any costume she could possibly resemble the object indicated. Aunt derusha at, length took off her frisette, assumed a most peculiar night cap, wrapped it around with ilannek, and after swallowing a large draught of herb tea, disappeared within the little bed room chess by ; with her last breath enjoining it on "not to het the house afire, for nobo dy I rows what would become of us if tee wore hurnt. out of house and home such a night as this." :sibc has gone, and Kitty is alone with her own Ihouglus. What can those thoughts do 7 what is it th.nt dyes her cheeks with deeper red,•and gives that flushed, animated expres 'don to her whole face? The (drays are but is that very strange or exciting news Mrs. Gray is owes Tom's only sis ter, and what more natural .than that. she and her husband should come to keep Thanksgiv ing with him ? Is Howard Gray (minim; too? tie is their only onniarrie,d son, and will not be very like ly to Slfly at home that day, but is that any reason Why duty's silly heart shonbldwat twice as fast its usual, or her lit tle fingers tremble sp they can hardly guide her needle.? No, it wasn't ; and we are ashamed of her and ashamed to tell. only we mast speak the truth, how she threw Mans Flint's pink silk Waist down into her lap, and wi , died, while tears stood in eye's, that .no such tiring as pink silk had ever been made, and then she Could have finished her blue merino, and Howard would Idlyo seen it, and how becom ing it was, with the lace edging round the. neck. It was all very naughty in her, and' we have represented Kitty as a good and gen ,we maiden, so she was in the main; and there• her fit of petulfirleP soon passed elf, and 'She took up the pink - silk waist, and began sewing sway more steadily than ever. Brit , 80100110 W her thread would get knotted. and her needles break, the pins which held the gathering strings fall out, so that, when thit clock struck twelve.. the pink silk was very for troth being finished. But Kitty could do no more that night, though she sAtd .. with a long sigh, as she folded up the dress, that she should have to sew every minute till one o'clock the next day; and the fearful idea came over her—whad if she shouldn't be able to go to Uncle Tom's to dinner, after all ! It wins too terrible to dwell upon, so Kitty ciously turned her thoughts upon Howard Gray mud the probabilities of his arrival. Long before criticise Kitty IteyWilds dressed herself, o.llllle softly down stairs, built a tire noiselessly., and sat down to the pink silk dress. She was now the earne bright, lively ..itty as usual, for sleep had quieted her nerves, and brought kindlier feelings to her heart; and though she cou'd have wished there was no shop work to be finished still she was willing to do her part in the great work of life. and do it cheerily; nay, more, she was glad if, by practicing some self do tria,l, oonld relieve kind Mrs. Cutler of one pJrplexit " 1 am doing right," she said to herself as she socked away, and this I assurance brought a feeling of sweet content ment into her soul. Doing riyht. When Aunt Jerusha emerged from the little bedroom, with a smoother brow than usual— for if ever the sinews of her temper, so to speak relaxed, and she become really amia ble, it was on Thanksgiving day, when sae dressed herself in her best black silk and smartest cap and dined at Uncle 'tom's—she found the tea-kettle boiling, the table set with the best cups and saucers, sod the whole room tilled with appetizing odors. How could it be otherwise, when on the stove the shin ing coffee pot, winking and hissing and send ing up a' column of fragrant incense. and close beside it a sauce pan of equal bright -1100, in which dainty little oysters were heat ing themselves up in honor of the day, while the whitest rolls had just been talcen from the even, bearing testimony by their puffy cheeks and delicate brown hue to the skill of the neat handed Philis, who tripped about from the pantry to the oven, and from the I oven to the table as gleefully as if she had no other mission on earth than to prepare I diet very Thanksgiving breakfast. Will AVell, now, this is real clever. I expect ed to have to get breakfast, and my joints are all of a twinge this cold morning." ~ The hot coffee will warm you up, auntie, and I won't pour out the oysters till you aro all ready, so they'll be piping hot, too, and 1 have had such good luck with my buseuit; don't they look nieo I Almost as nice as yonrs,,!! she added with a tact worthy of a court' diPlomatist. So theysat down, the nervous, lonely wom an, and light hearted, happy maiden to their Thanksgiving breakfast ; and if Howard Gray had happened in, and seen how neat and pret-. ty Kitty looked in her nib° dark calico, with its little rtiffie of lflo same, ho 'wouldn't hove cared a fig whether the blue merino was ever made or not. But the day which dawned an brightly was not to end without its clouds. After breakfast., Kitty, tying on a snow white apron,'sat down to sew by the south window, while aunt Jerusha looked after the breakfast things. How she contrived while doing tliis to upset aliettle of soalding water over both her feet Ives never exactly known, but that she had done it was outdo evident to Kitty by a series of pieroing shrieks - which almost frightened her out of her senses. Too much alarmed to judge accurately of the extent of the injury done, she could only place her aunt in a chair, remove tho wet- garments,. and, and-then run into the nearest neighbor's, - (Susan Jones" mother's) and beg some ono might go at once for-.the doctor. • Notiody could tie prompter or more efficient in fr case like this than Susan Jones, or kind er either;—though 'she did - say two hours at: ter when it was ascertained that no . serious injury was done.- ' , Nobody : but' just • Aunt hump *Ould over have thought of upsetting a teakettle'on Thanksgiving' day ; it was just like het, and she really believed it was thine on purpose to keep Kitty front having 'any ti :--$.1 4 50 is 1 'vaice o $ vi u I ti y• fun." Poor Aunt Jerusha was by no means guilty of any such deep laid plot, though it must ho confessed she thought a good deal more of her own pain and deprivations than of kitty's disappointment. It was net till the doctor had paid his visit, assuring them that in a few days all would be well again, and the liniment he had prescribed had been tip' plied, and the suffering members elevated to a stuffed seat resembling a modern ottoman, on which had been wrought in the days of Aunt Jerusha's youth a worsted cat of most remarkable form and color, that 'Kitty had time to think of herself and the destruction of her plans. But when ttbe was once more seated at the window, sewing, it came over her ; she could not go to Uncle Tom's to din ner, nor even in did evening, nor—nor see i‘tr. ,atlifiTrs. Gray; nor have any enjoyment on that holiday so wistfully looked forward to. To a girl of eighteen this was no mall disappointment, and more than once as she bent over Ler work she was forced to wipe away t the tears which would come in spite of every effort to keep them back. It was a :nog and dreary afternoon. Aunt Jerusha's Creifulness having of course re ceived an accession in thin new slate of things, she kept up an irritating style of conversa tion, assitieHg that somebody .(and t hat some ,bedy it was phtinly to he interred was Kitty.) was to blame for it ; that she should not walk another stei , all winter, nor probably Wiring life ; that haring nobody to take care of her she should sutler from neglect ; and other consolataryiews, Which Kitty listened to in silence, knowing that any attempt to show their fallacy would only give rise to fresh grievanees and accusations. Strom Jones had promised In let Uncle Torn know What had happened, and to carry home ,the pink silk dress ; nay, inure, she had of fered to help - Kitty finish it "though they were dreadful limo, for Jane Ann and all her children and Joel and his three are all 00111- ipg over;" but Kitty assured her that she could finish it with perfect ease, and mho was gning ii way And so she did. The last stitch was taken, and the dress carefully folded before two • o'clock—just the hour they would be sitting down to dinne'r at Uncle Toni's. How beau tiful nice the long table would look, and how full of jokes Circle Tom would be as he carved the turkey, and how merrily they would laugh at them, and nobody would miss her in the least ; and again the mighty tears would come. They were quickly wiped away, for Willie Jones came in just then ; bringing some of their turkey, and chicken pie and plum pud ding, all hot and nice, enough for four people at the least. Kitty's heart was grateful for the kindness, but she felt as if each mouthful would inevitably choke her. Aunt Jerusha was more disposed to do justice to them, and for her sake Kitty flew about, setting the ta ble, and talking and laughing to keep the pain down in her heart where nobody could see Yes.,.l,cidlAtas a bravo, good girl, trying to do right with an unselfish heart and cheer ful spirit, and she blamed herself for not sue cowling better. The afternoon WOO failing into twilight, and Kitty Wll3 thinking of the long, and lonely evening, when she beard a step anti voice that sent a Guilt through every nerve ; and in a moment inure Howard Gray and his mother were in the' room, eagerly shaking bonds and asking questions. Alter ascertainisg the condition of the invalid, Mrs. Gray exclaimed, "They can't possibly get along without you, Kitty ; Uncle Tom says it's out of the ques Lion, and that they're all been mopy and good for nothing just because you couldn't come; so they've sent me over to do the nursing, while you go back with Howard ;—not very complimentary to mo, but at my age one gets used to being second. I'm a carital nurse," she said, turning, to Aunt Jeru•tha, i‘ and know a great deal heeler What to do for you than a foolish young girl like Kitty ; so you must let her go back with Howard, and I will stay with you." Kitty's foolish heart was all in a flutter of delight while she heard her aunt consent, and wont to array herself in the plaid cashmere and the black barque, which fitted so well to her tidy figure, and with the little collar and the pretty pink bow, which im spite of trench ling fingers, she managed to fasten at the neck, were so becoming, that whoa she came down blushing like any rose, we are almost certain that Howard Gray was of the opinion she couldn't have looked so well in anything else ; and if you had been there, very likely you would have thought the same. We need not say that the walk over in the cold, 'crispy air was twice as charming from its being unexpected, (and if it. was prolonged considerably beyond the time actually required to go by the nearest way from Aunt Jer' usha's to Uncle Tom's what concern is it of yours ?)or that the entrance into Uncle Tom's old fashioned parlor, lighted up by a blazing tiro upon the hearth, and tilled with uncles, aunts and cousins to the second and third gen orations, all clathorous to see woo should give ' , cousin Kitty" the earliest welcome. and doubly 'inspiriting and joyous for the long dreary morning spent at home, and that the romps and frolics of the children, the story telling, song singing, and noisy playing of all kinds of odd and merry games in which old and young participated, with equal heartiness. was tenfold more exciting and enchanting, to Kitty for her previous disappointment; of course it was, and this 'must have made her eyes so very' brilliant and the color in her cheek so rich and variable the whole evening through : though what could make her avert those eyes so shyly from Howard's penetrating glance, and tremble so wheu at a late:hour he drew her arm through his to begin their homeward -walk, we cannot possibly imagine. • "We shall never know. what they tallied 'about as they walked book, (perhaps the 'Blare could tell, for they kept sparkling end" twinkling and winking Their bright eyes at tone another' as if they understood all about it; perfectly,) or while they were standing in the little gateway, full fifteen minutes, with out thedeset idea how late it was, or how many degrees below zero the mercury bad fallen, or hoW dreadful tired and sleepy Mrs. Gray was getting—the thoughtless children ! We only know that Aunt Jerusha-wassound asleep several. bours before, and that Kitty was nut sound asleep for several hours to come. You, one thing more we know—that when Thanksgiving day came around again, cold, clear, and joy inspiring as' ever, there wore certain variations in the mode of obseriingit at Uncle Tom's. At evening nearly Oceanic gumits were assembled itatho swine hospitable parlor, but among thorn was .a pretty, blush ing bride, who, under Aunt Jerusha's quiet roof a few hours before, had pledged. herself 'to make a true and loving wife to a tall wan ly youth beside Levi and who will moot the ( it trials of married life with the same sunny and loving spirit with which she finished the pink silk dress ; thus still carrying from day to day little atoms from the pile of sorrow to the pile of happiness thereby doing God per petual and welcome service. Let your ben ediction, gentle reader, rest Aiwa the. youth ful pair ? Faro wad Roulette A Washington correspondent of the Chi cago Timer has "been to see the. tiger," and Ifere is the way he describes the animal : A ring at the door-bell, and a reconnois sance thrOugh its grated upper half by a stalwart negro, then up a pair of stairs, through an ante-room, and we stand in the carpeted, elegant jungles of the modern "ti ger." Theo e are two wide, lofty rooms, di vided by folding-doors, both dazzling with light, softly carpeted, decorated with elegant anti voluptuous paintings and seemingly just the spot where pour tired humanity would come to get a foretaste of Eden, and recuperate for the stern battles of life. In the first room is a sideboard, upon whose shelves are rows of elegant illeanters, through which blushes the purple wine or flashes the crystalise extract of the juniper—Any/ice, oda. In this room is also 13 roulette-table, which, as we enter, is vacant, and Iln the other room is a t tro-table, around which are gathered a halt-dozen men, so alamrbed in the game that, were Gabriel to rock the earth with a blast from his trumpet, they would never near it. 1 won't describe the gatne; for what little, if any, is not known about it in Chicago. is not known anywhere else, eves in this city of iniquity—Washi, gton. Behind the table sits the dealer—long in finger, white in hand, and with the inevita ble clii,t,rr of brilliants. sparkling liana digit :Ind shirt bosom. lie is gray-eyed, pock marked, resolute, and yet pleasant in appear ance, with_ a breadth or shoulder and depth 01 chest that show him to be no mean man in case of an exchalige of fistic criurtesi,s. On his right hand stands a captain, Flay ing with half..lollar cheeks„'alnd investing one at a time, evidently a ltier, for, as his check is raked clown he follows it with a sigh, and I doubt not a curse upon the ca priciousness of Fortune. He has but a half dozen checks; in a minute they are gone, and, after going to a corner and examining an cur lay pocket-book, he returns and stands' moodily watching the game. Next to him is a thick-set young man, who, with something less than a bushel of ten and twenty dollar checks at his side, is with the most perfect nonchalance betting from one to five hundred dollars upon his cards, *and winning or ,losing without the slightest change of countenance. But he is lucky ; every card he bets on wins until, at ter half an hour, he loses three or four times in succession, and then, with the remark, '• My luck is changed, i guess i n quit,' he counts over• his checks to the dealer•, who, coolly us if it were a muter of live cent-i, passes over to the lucky individual thirty seven hundred dollars in three per cent. cou pons of United States Treasury Lotes.— Thrusting the immense pile of paper into his coat pocket, the gentleman rises, takes a ci gar and a drink at the sideboard, and then with a "good night, gentlemen," he walks out. The dealer proceei a unconcernedly, while I, dazzled at such results, draw out a solitary five and dvposit on the hang. just three seconds the claws of the tiger covered Illy lonely and lung-treasured live, and I see it no wore—and l way add that I hay e u't seen it since. A young gentleman, evidently a clerk in a dry goods store, sits on my left, and is bet ting dud losing. Two or three times his checks run out, and then he goes to a friend, and whispers a moment, and finally returns with a ten, which he invests in checks, and loses. At last he comes back from one of his side excursions with a lowering browi and no 'money. lie sits down, watches the game a moment, and leaves. About in this style went the game—one man winning, all the balance losing. By aud by an elegant supper was served in an upper room, add then the party adjourned and commenced playing roulette, and officers appeared to be out of luck, for here, in less than half an hour, I saw a F,deral captain loss some SG2O. Ev.rybody lyyt,till just be fore I left, when the young gentleman who had been borrowing and betting on faro, re turned. lie watched the spinning of the ball a short time, and then took a byst.inder aside. "But you owe me fifty now," I heard the other say. "11l give it all back to-morrow, was the reply. Finally he came back with a "green,back," to the amount of twenty.. lie put it all on the red; red won. The whole pile again went:on the red, and again red was winner. He changed to black and black won. In short, everything that he laid his money on was the winding color. In less than five minutes from the time ho began, he quietly cashed his checks, and left with over $lBOO. So much for luck. During the two hours that I was in the es ahlishntent some fivo or six themsand dol ars changed hands.. There are some fiiie or six first-class es tablishments of the kind in Washington, be: sideS'-any'quantity of others of lesser note. They are well known to the police. and in fact everybody else, but are not disturbed. They are as necessary to Congress as the nigger question, and nearly or quite as much patronized. 11G,A child beginning to read becomes de lighted with newspapers, beoauso he reads of nnmoa and things which are very familiar, and will make progress accordingly. A news paper in the family one year is worth half a year's schooling to the children, and every other must consider that substantial infor mation is connected with this advaucomept. wa r ,,A good' minister in a country village lately prayed fervently for those of 'hie con gregation 4 4 who Wore too protid to kneel and too lazy to etand." , _ 4153f i Tavy puretiesile victims throughout life. lie ceases to gnaw only whim tbo grave. 'wean, Ito reptile, beiinu. IA Now Pcnice Proposition. . Orpheus C. goer writes from WaihingtOn the following account of another peace prop- osition " The Confederacy hastily :put mta pair of white cotton gloves, and says he : Am I addressing the Democratic Organ ization ?" ‘`' You addresstho largo Kentucky branch,' says the Conservative chap, pulling on his ruffles. " 'Then,' says the Confederacy, ' , I am pre pared to make an indirect proposition for peace. My name is Mr. Lamb, by which ti tle the Democratic organization has always known the injured Confederacy, and I pro pose the following terms: Hospitalities shall at once cease, and the two armies be consoli dated under the title of the Confederate State Forces. The war debts of the North and South shall be so united that the North may be able to pay them without confusion. An election for a new President shall at once be held, every one voting save those who have shown animosity to the sunny South. France' shall be driven out of Mexico by the consoli dated armies, the expenses being so managed that the North may pay it without further trouble. Upon these terms, the Confederacy will become a peaceful fellow man. "'Hem !' says the Kentucky chap, ' What you ask is perfect reasonable. I will consid er the matter after the manner of a dispas sionate democrat, and return you my answer in a few days.' " Here I hastily stepped up, and says I, But are you not going to consult the-Presi dent all about it, my Jupiter Thomas ?' The l'resident ? the President?' says the' Conservative Kentucky chap, with a vague look. Item V says he' 1 really forgot all about the President! NO. 3. " The democratic organization, my boy, in its zeal to benefit its distracted country, is oc casionally like the eminent fire company in Sixth Ward, which nobly usurped with its hose the terrible business of putting out a large conflagration, and never remembered, mil its beautiful machine was all in posi tion, that another company of fellow fire-men had exclusive possession of all the water works." TALLEYRAND AND ARNOLD. THERE was a day when Talleyrand arrived in Havre, on foot from Paris_ It was the tltrkest hour of the French revolution. Pur sued by the bloodhounds of his region of ter ror. Talleyrand secured a passage to the Uni ted States in a ship about to sail. ' Ho was a beggar and a wanderer to a strange land, to earn his daily bread by the sweat of his brow:. Is there any American staying at'yont. he asked the landlord of the hotel ;H -ain going across the water, and would like a• letter Le_ a _ person uf- influence- icv-tlicr—aaw world." '• There is a gentleman up-stairs, either from America or Britain; but whether from America or England I cannot tell." Ile [Minted the way, and Talleyarnd. who in his• life was bishop, prince and minister, 11Seelllie , i the stairs. A miserable suppliant he. stood before the stranger's room, knocked and entered. In the far corner of the dimly lighted room sat a man 'of fifty years of age,. his arms folded and his head bowed upon his breast. From a window directly opposite a flood of light poured upon his forehead. His eyes looked from beneath the downcast brows and upon Talleyrand's face with a peculiar and searching expression. His form, vigor ous even with the snows of fifty winters, was clad in a dark but rich and distinguished cos tume. Talleyrand advanced, stated that he was a fugitive, and with the impression that the gentleman was an American, he solicited his kind feelings and offices. lie poured forth his history in eloquent French and brok en English: '• 1 am a wanderer and an exile. I ant forced to fly to the New World, without friend or home. You are an American- Give me, then I beseech you, a letter of yours, so that I may de able to earn my bread. lam will ing lb tail in any manner; a life of labor would be a paradise to a career of luxury in France. You will give me a letter to one of your I riends ? A gentleman like you doubtless has many friends " The strange gentleman arose. With a look that Talleyraml never forgot, ho retreated to ward the door of the next chamber, Wee eyes looking still from beneath his darkened brow ; lie spoke as ho retreated backward ; his voice was fall of meaning; "I am the only man of the New World who can raise his hand to God and say, I have not a friend, not one, in America " Talleyrand never forgot the overwhelming saddriess of the look which accompanied these words. •• Who are you ?" he cried, as the strange man retreated to the next room; your name? •` My name," he replied, with a smile that had moro of mockery than joy in its convul sive expression—" my name is Benedict Arnold." He was gone. Talleyrand sank in the chair, gasping the words, " Arnold, the traitor !" Thus he wandered over the earth, another Cain, with the wanderer's mark upon his brow, and his sad fate is to be shared by others of our own day, who are proving trai tors to their native land.—Home Monthly. 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Nothing, perhaps, "strikes the ear more pleasant than a pretty woman's charming yoice—except, perhaps; her tikiirming -G.Dean Swift was • once %upon to, deliver a charily 'raking:Abe pul7 pit, he delivered the•following and sat :down t../re'thogfveth to the poor lendeth to the Lerd2P•,lP.(lvort the' •secnrity, down toith• the d tt et,J,' : result was an unprecodentea . tiubsoithtioli;: ' • „,, s. SENATOR ram vr Richardson (Democrat j' was olect,od 1in104%; Sta t:BB „.frPrri on Monday. `The vote)” 13t oc ic ; Ai",tardson 66, Governor "Yates 87. °