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"WE GO WHERE DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES POINT THE WAY J WHEN THEY CEASE TO LEAD, WE CEASE TO FOLLOW.
BY JOHN G. GIVEN.
EBUNSBURG, THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1849.
VOL.. 5. NO. 41.
T MRS. AOT.
Tha world may change from old to new.
From uow to olJ again,
Yet bope and heaven; forerer true,
Within man heart remain.
Tha dreams tbt bless the wear soul.
The struggle" of the strong.
Are steps towards some happy goal,
The story of Hope's song.
Hope lead tha child to plant (he Sower,
The mn to son the sred;
Nor leaves fulfilment to !iir hour.
But prompts again to deed.
And ere upon the old man's dun
The grass is seen to wave.
We loojt through fallen tears to trust
Hope's aunahine on the grave.
Oh, no! it is no flittering lure,
No fancy, weaker fond,
When bope would bid us rest securo.
In beitor life beyond.
Nor loss, r.or shame, nor grief, nor tin,
Her promises may gainsay.
The voice dirine bath spoke within.
And God did ne'er betray.
Ail Historical Tale.
JI31ES OF SCOTLAND, IN CIPTIFITY.
What can that be, girl? said the young
and lovely Joanna of Somerset, to her at
tendant, as something flitted into the room
through the window which was open to
admit the last rays of the fast sinking sun,
now gilding alike the west and tbe widely
spread landscape around.
As I live, ray lady, 'tis a letter, said the
pirl, as she stooped and raised a small
packet from the floor; it was tied with a
true love-knot, and to it was attached a
small ring of brilliants.
'Some new-fangled mode of introducing
himself into my notice. I wish my royal
kinsman would render his liberty a little
more subject to restriction,' muttered Jo
anna; but it shall share the fate of many
others. Girl, fling it from the casement.'
Accordingly, the maiden stepped into
the balcony," which was "filled with the
choicest flowers, native and exotic, stretch
ing out her arm, suffered the ill-fated and
unconscious messenger of love to drop
from her hand. Yet she could not resist
the temptation of stopping a moment to
look on the person who had ventured this
experiment to win her mistress' love, and
who besides, was thus scornfully treated.
But her lady, it would seem, was unusually
pettish this evening; for she immediately
desired me to re-enter and close the win
dow, in a tone very unlike the usual sweet
voice of command, which often partook
more of entreaty.
'So I throw his love from me,' again
muttered Joanna; 'even though he should
one day regain his kingdom, and be ena
bled to place me on his throne.'
Ay but, my lady, 'twas a beautiful
King, girl!' exclaimed her mistress,
starting from the seat on which she had
thrown herself. 'Ring.
Yes! I warrant me the handsome gen
tleman spared not expenses in its purchase
As it fell, the sun-beams glittered on it,
and it was so like the one my lord gave
you on the last court day but you are ill,
No, no, girl. Or, rather I am. "Why
didst not thou tell me this before? Netta,
dost thou love me!'
As myself; or even better; for I am but
a poor maiden
Mind not that, girl. Thou art happier,
far happier at this moment, than thy mis
tress. List girl! Thou knowest 'tis said
the young James of Scotland loveth me
he whom my kinsman Henry detained as
a prisoner -yet I know not where he can
have seen me; and thou hast br.en witness
to some of the mummery he hath formed
to force his attachment on my notice.
Nett3, 1 rather fancy Henry and my sire
would encourage him the more that a de
putation hath arrived with proposals rela
tive to his liberation. But I love not him,
Netta;' she turned her crimsoned brdw
from the eager glance of her maiden, and
after a moment's silence continued, 4 1 love
another;, but I know not his rank save
only that I danced with him at the 6all
which was lately given at the palace, and
I have seen him twice since. Girl,' he
was to have been al the outer wall to-night
when the clock struck nine, and I to have
met him; but thou knowest it wanted a
full hour of that time, when yonder pack
et was thrown in here, and i immediately
concluded it to be some dallying errand of
Scodand's James. Netta, caust thou not
guess the rest? I looked not on it yet it
was from him. Thou werl right in the
resemblance traced between that ring and
mine. It did rest on this finger now it
is his! But thou didst .remain in the bal
cony,' continued Joanna, in a tone in
which were blended eagerness and shams;
'tell me, what did he?'
In good troth, my lady, he picked it up,
and glanced from it up here; then for a
moment he stirred not but suddenly he
tore it in fragments, and almost flew down
the castle walk;' and the tears stood in the
simple-minded Netta's eyes as she saw
the half-smothered agitation of her mis
tress. At this moment the chapel clock began
to strike nine. Joanna caught from Net
ta's hand a cloak which she was preeced
ing to fold with great care, and as she
threw it around her, hastily desired her to
follow, descending the stairs, crossed the
grounds, and reached the outer wall before
Netta could gain upon her sieps.
'Girl, it was so; he is not here: This
has my scornful hasty temper achieved.
But we will back, instantly back, Netta.
If I had yes, even if I had thrown his
letier from me, he miffht have sought ex
planation here. We will return, girl;'
but she moved not towards her home as
she had done from it. Oh! it was a slow
step that turned from the wall; and many
a lingering look was cast behind, even till
they reached the house.
Well, certainly my poor lady is to be
pitied,' said Netta, with a sorrowlul accent
as she ushered her mistress into the pres
ence of hr father, aud closed the door.
I am sure, now, that if, instead of meeting
my lord's gentleman in the pleasaunce, 1
should stand there alone, and all my own
fault, 1 am sure it would not be that gal
lant company she is gone into, that would
make me smile; yet she did; I saw it as I
closed the door.'
Thus spoke the pretty simple-minded
Natta, as she stepped on her way to the
pleasaunce 'ncatii as clear a moon as ever
shone in blue heaven; but in her reasoning ;
it never occurred tltat the smile might be !
ioreeu, anu tne eye oi us oruuaney con- j
ceil dimming thoughts, or the play tul lone
come from an almost choking breast; but
she had not needed to learn so bitter a
Yes! there sat the lady Joanna at her
father's side, smiling on the companions
surrounding him, and replying- with even
more than lier usual gaiety to the numer
ous complimentary speeches. Bat it was
not long erj she pleads J a slight indis
position, aud begged the Earl's leave to
retire. Then, tor the first time, he saw
that the cheek of his beloied child was
more than ordinarily flushed, and that her
eye glancea rapidly from one object to
another, as though he: mind rested not
with ease on any one subject; but this was
no lime to question, and he led her to the
door, and imprinting a kUs on her burning
lip, gave her again to the care of her mai
den. In the meantime, he who had received
the unintentional slight strode with ner
vous haste towards tiie palace. 'Is it in
deed so? he exclaimed; is she so fickle?
will James of Scotland prevail? would she
break her phgeted trotu for gems and bau
bles? I will declare mvseli' and yet
"no! if such be her love 1 spurn it from me
do I? Oh! I fear me not.
the ring was attached to it. I would that
this ball and mummery might proceed
I without my being missed; then would 1 to
my appointment, and learn it she cared no
I longer tor the Koger .Percy ot her plighted
faitn; or, if she were not there, 1 would
once again to her window,, and crave a
few minutes' converse with her. What
care I, he continued, as he entered the
orilliantly-illuminated hall, 'what care I
for coming power and honor if she partake j
it not with me? .
Joanna had listeued to the successively
struck hours of eleven and twelve, and yet
she lingered beside het toilet with her mai
den, who now began to remove jewel af
ter jewel from her mistress' person, and
place them in a casket. And now Joanna
for the first lime broke the sad- silence
Netta, girl, what care thou art taking
with the baubles.'
You called them not baubles this even
ing, my lady, when I exerted my poor
sill in disposing them; and, believe me, 1
grieve that their effect was wasted on yon
der rude gallauts. They would have
looited far better in the pale moonbeams
than in ihe glare of the hall'
'Silence, girl; thou art become too flip
pant. But listen! Dids't thou not hear
The girl looked frighteded; but on the
pale face of her mistress there was an ex
pression of intense anxiety; and she raised
her finger to her lips 10 impress silence.
Then again came the slight noise on the
window as of a pebble. 1 Netta's face
brightened, as, immediately comprehend
ing, she threw a mantle around the form
of her mistress, exclaiming 'How un
lucky that I should but this moment have
taken the last pearl from your hair.- Stay
my lady; this one small branch of brill
iant? I can dispose in one short moment.'
But hermistre3s was at the garden door
when she raised it from the case. We.ll,
to be sure,' she Continued, 'her own beau
tiful hair is not disarranged; and I some
times fancy she looks as beautiful before I
place these gems in her hair, and around
her neck, as when the lights are glancing
in them, and the nobles .declaring that her
eyes are the most brilliant of tha two.
'Nay, dearsst, thou canst not imagine
all I have suffered: but now all is forgotten;
and 1 would rather dream of future bliss
than lament past sorrow. Tell me; hath
James of Scodand renewed his suit for
thy hand?' said Roger Percy, as he stood
with his arms encircling the waist of the
'Yes, oil yes! But I have not yetlook
ed on him.'
'And thinkes't thou, Joanna, that thy
father will say yea?'
Roger, I would I could answer no!
But I have heard to day that there are
treatias being signed between him and my
royal kinsman, which are to liberate and
place him on Scotland's throne. Oh!
Roger, such brilliant prospects will blind
my father to my happiness he will say
'But still thou ar the same, Joanna
still thou wouldst sacrifice riches and name
for the poor title of Mistress Roger Percy?'
Why should I attempt to disguise my
heart, Roger? I would be thine rather
than the proudest monarch's this world
can produce. I would that Henry could
rind some fitting reason for detaining him
Tucre was almost a smile played over
; the handsome features of Roger Percy as
he said, 'Listen my sweet Joanna; thou
. dost not yet know to whom thoai hast been
' plighting thy troth, that I am one of the
i deputies sent from James' uncle, Murdoc
Albany, to take measures for his release;
and sadly enougn, I trow, is his presence
wanted on nis lulls, and amongst his leal
hearted subjects. Wouldst thou then
have me do aught to retard his liberation?'
No, no, Roger; go, and Heaven pros
per thee in thy duty. See, the mooa is
already in her zenith, 'tis time we bade
farewell.' But I had hoped that 'neaih
her beam I should have listened to a prom
ise that alone can save thee from' becom
ing the bride the Queen of Scodand.
Wilt thou flee with me to my own lands,
which, though they are not wide-spreading
as these, are fill'd with welcome hearts,
and, at least, there will be one there who
will worship thee?'
'But my father, Roger Somerset's
proud Earl! it would bring his grey hairs
in sorrow to the tomb, that his child should
wed one who boasted no title;' and she
grew pale with conflicting passions.
If it is thus,' exclaimed Roger, 'it is in
deed time a long farewell were bidden by
us. Give then thy heart to a titled lord.'
'Stay, stay, Percy; make not my task
i more painlul than it already is. 1 said
naught of heart; Roger, have not I told
thee that it is thine? and I tell thee again,
1 change not with the hour. But 1 will
not sro with thee to Scotland; vet I will
I wait a few more days, and
'Become a titled bride,' he interrifpted;
'and I shall to Stotlandfj thy train; to look
upon t.iy smiles as thou lavishes! them on
another, and that other, one whom I dare
not challenge with good sword; and then,
too, 1 must address thee in the measured
words of courtesy. Joanna, fare thee
well!' aud he hastily withdrew his arm
from around her.
'Farewell, Roger Percy,' replied Lady
Joanna, in a haughty tone, as she turned
from him towaids the door; but he sprang
between it and her, exclaiming, 'Only
one moment more, Joanna! Tell me that
you forgive the hasty words I have spo
ken. Thou knowest not all I feel. I tell
thee, James will seek an interview with
thee to-morrow; and listen, lady when to
morrow's sun is seen above the horizon
he will be free!'
'Roger,' returned Joanna, in a silvery
tone, '1 will not see hira. But what if 1
should, and confess our love, thinkest thou
he would be generous enough to withdraw
It is not likely, dearest. If he has
looked on thee, 1 feel it would not be easy
to counsel his heart to wish no more for
thy love.' -
Nay, Roger, but I know not where he
can have looked on me. Thou knowest I
received my education in the cloisters, and
till very lately had never been beyond
Ay, dearest; but if he but glanced on
thee, I wonder not that he bethought him
self a queen would add grace to his throne.'
The bright moonbeam showed plainly
the smile and blush that mantled on her
face; and she repelled not the kis3 he im
printed oa her lips as he once again bade
When the morrow's even was bright in
the west, as the sun kissee his farewell to
the green earth, on the brow of her blue
hills and gilded trees, the Earl of Somerset
ijmmoned l 'n daughter to his presence
and announced to her that James was de
clared at liberty, and that he would grace
the banquet of that evening with his pres
ence; he also demanded her opinion on
the proposal he had" now formally ten
My lord dearest father, I cannot
never can love him.'
, 4 Why, girl? He tells me that thou hast
not yet looked upon him; though his eye
hath rested with pleasure on thee. How
then sayest thou, thou canst not love him?'
!: Joanna bent her knee before her father,
but she' answered not; for it was in vain !
she strove to find one objection she . could
state. She had heard, even in her con
vent, or his handsome person, and the
nuns had loved to listen in stolen hour to
tales of his skill as a poet and musician.
The Earl drew his hand, on which she
had pressed her lips, from her grasp, and
looked sternly on her. 'Joanna, thou
hast not dared to fix thy affections? Do
I read that blush aright? Girl, fondle not
on me. Thou shall not sit at this even
ings hoard to frow on Scotland's king.
No! I will say thai thou shalt be his bride
to-morrow morning. But may I crave
the name of this night errant?'
'Father, father press me not.'
Then I command thee. Speak his
Yet, dearest father, one word,' and
again she seized his hand, which she cov
ered with tears and kisses. Then he rais
ed her trembling form, and supported her
with a circling arm.
'Speak, then, Joanna,' he said, kindly;
'but if it is aught contrary to my wishes,
let it be brief, lest I speak too, and look
harshly on thee, as 1 did but now.
If I name him; dearest father, wilt thou
promise me not to betray him to James?
Why, girl, art mad, to think I would thought that most probably the eyes of was possible such an empire as the Assy
sneak to him on such a subiect? But ' Roirer Percv were on her: and she was ' rian could have ever existed in the home cf
what should that effect him whom' thou
hast pleased to call thy lover?'
Father, turn thine eye from me-
me hide my face in thy bosom when I j like paleness, and it was with great dii5
mcntiou his name,' and she bent her crim- j calty the Earl bore her to the aliar, which
soned brow on his arm as she half whis- i she grasped for support, as a whisper stole
pered 'Hast thou heard the name of ! around that King James was coming.
Roger Percy?' j Then a voice said at her side, 'English and
Roger Percy, minion!' exclaimed Som-
erset, withdrawing his arm; and again she
waskneelinir before him. 'Roger Percy!
the deputy of murdoc the slave of him
t ...u j.. i n
No, not the slave, iny lord,' exclaimed
Joanna, rising, the liege subject the faith
ful adherent of James.
Dost thou put words into my mouth,
wench? Liege subject faithful adherent
and alt the tine jargon he hath taught
thee. I call him slave! But now, good
Mistress Roger Percy, go to. and compose
thyself, I will have care he conies not
f here to-night; and to morrow he will not
f dare hold love-converse with the bride of
: his kins. Not a word will I listen to from
thy lips. Remember, on thy compliance
j depends the fate of this Percy.'
And he sjp.imo.ied ie.l to attend her
mistress; th?n telling her that her bridal
dress should be prepared, na bade her
'good rest,' and lelt t.e,apartment.
'Good rest, Netta! Wished not roy fa
ther so? Oh! is it not a verv mocker v?
The criminal may rest in his dungeon,
eve.i thougii the morrow brings death in
its bir-h, for he knows the agonis but
for a moment .na weary minnr may
rest, ihougn he seeks it with an ill-bodmg , the heart of the ancient Assyria, have ex
sky above him, for he knows that if his cited the attention and interest of antiua
vessel but rock with a slight wind that he j rians every where. Austen Henry Lay-
will awaken, and either suite, soon to rise
again, or live 'neath a smiling sun with a
light heart, but for me, Netta, I may not
losd the acute feeling of memory retract
ing words 1 would I had never heard.
No! I may not lay my . head on my pillow
My poor girl, jlost thou
weep? Oh! those wearying pounds of
song and laugh, as tirt!y came in mirthful
peals from the banquet hall I never heard
a night owl or a raven but gave more me
lodiou3 notes to my car than this wassail
ing.' Hour after hour passed, and the sounds
died away. Joanna ha3, to shut them
from her ear, retired to the broad seat in
the casement recess. There she sat and
looked on the calm scat of glory lying a
round, so silent so soul healing so ma
jestically beautiful. There was the sky
of one unvaried arch of blue,' the stars in
molten gold, and the full lamp of night,
with all her silvery lines, shining so peace
fully on the half shadowed tree, and lake,
and chastened flowers. Who could look
on such a scene and cherish hatred to a
living being? And Joanna at that moment
felt at peace will all who 'call this weary
ing world their home; but she almost en
vied those who called that glorious arch
their footstool o'er whose graves the sil
vered chequerswere cast. -
But she was roused by a hand resting
on her head. - Half fearfully she raised
her eyes and turned them on her father.
Then she sa"w that there were tears in his,
and she rose and threw herselfinto his bo
som, where she was preesed, as with a
choking voice he uttered 'Ny Joanna, is
this well? Shouldst not thy head have
rested on the pillow hours since? I will
confess to the that I had not thought thus
to betray weakness no, I thought to have
kissed thee as thou slept. But now, my
child, to thy couch, and rest thee well.
James hath been here, and he does not
seem inclined to withdraw his suit; but I
have spoken privately with him, and this
message I bear to thee, 'that thou wilt
meet him in thy bridal garment in tha roy
al chapel to-morrow; then, and if thou still
shoulqst be averse to him, he will press it
no farther; but I must tell ray Joanna that,
if she refuse, it will be at the risk of in
c irring our royal kinsman Henry's dis
pleasure. Then Joanna clung round her father's
neck, and pressed her lips on his, and on
his brow, and he felt that tears fell from
her eyes; but he had the satisfaction of
knowing that they were not of sorrow.
With full hearts was paternal blessing giv
en and received; and Joanna did seek her
couch and rested well.
In the morning she rose with the sun
and assisted Netta to prepare her toilet.
In every word and action there was a
firmly tixed look of determination; and
when the Earl of Somerset led the lady
Joanna to the chapel, all acknowledged
that a queen-like dignity moved with her.
The bridal dress was cosily and beaut.ful 1
as though its composition was studied for ' wills, statue?, brick, and the marble hii
weeks; and shaded veil boasted the richest j tories of Uie kings of kings, before whom
work. Venetian hands could produce. the earth once trembled! One startles a-
As they walked up the aisle, she could ' gain from the re very into which Mr. Lay
not help seeing that there were nobles and j ard's discoveries have thrown him, to look
gentlemen ranged on either side, though ; upon a wretched parched country, hot.
t I she lifted not her eyes from the ground, j
' j and she trembled more violently as she
going puoiiciy to avow ueriove ur mm.
Then would her countenance turn from
the most vivid crimson to the most death-
I Scottish nobles Joanna lifted not her
eyes for she felt that voice thrill on her
heart; she had judged but truly that he
would be present when she avowed her
love for him, for it was the voice of Roger
Percy 'English and Scottish nobles, you
are gathered here this day to listen to the
decision of the lady joanna of Somerset.
Now then, before her noble sire the Earl
of Somerset, her royal kinsman the brave
i Il2nrv IV. of England, we ask if she will
! share our t.'irone'
Joanna started, threw the vale from her ' inS 11 was dissolved into its native de
face, and turned her eyes to the speaker, i ments. Can such tyranny and grandeur
'Yes, rny sweet Joanna,' he continued,
the Roger Percy of your maiden troth,
, wilt thou plight the marriage vow to
j thj romance lovin? James, who will nev-
er lorget that thou didst give up titles and
: kinniim' for him'' an, hp took hpr vipl -
ingnand from that of her father, who look
ed smilingly upon her as she bent grace
fully to tne lowly bows of the nobles sur
rounding the altar.
indent Maeveh and its Remains.
The excavations and discoveries among
the mounds of the Tigris, near Mosul, in
ard, Esq., has recently published his valu-
able work on this subject, which is review
ed bv the North American, from which
we gather the following:
"There is enough in the book to make
a profound impression both upon 1I13 feel-
' inor and the imagination. The extraordi
nary nature of the subject, involving the
disinterment, so to speak, of a buried em
pire, one of the first born 5nd earliest des
troyed of the political works of the ancient
civilization, ensures this result. Ponder
ing over its pages, a change comes over
the spirit of our thoughts; on a suddon we
seem to wajce as out of a dream of present
existence to be restored to the reality oi
the past a past of three or four thousand '
years back to dwell amid the men and
scenes of that primeval world. Here, in
deed, descending with LayarJ into the
freshly opened trenches of buried palaces;
exploring halls encrusted with alabaster
sculptures and lettered legends, all of them
authentic historic records of the acts of the
successors of Semiramis; and passing
through portals .and courts deiended by
human-headed winged bulls and lions
and other extraordinary mythic fig
ures, we breathe the air of an earlier age
than that of the pyramids than that of the
laws of Mount Sinai and age before Troy
had fallen or letters been carried to dispel
the darkness and barbarism of Greece.
According to the ordinary system of chro
nology, the Assyrian monarchy embracingj
as the permanent members ol the empire,
Assyria proper, Med a and Babylonia, ex
clusive of immense conquests extending
from tha Nile to the Indus, was founded by
Ninus two thousand years before tha
Christian ere; and, after all political muta
tions and misfortunes to the general state,
it was not until about fourteen hundred
years later that the capital city, Nineveh,
was destroyed by the united efforts of its
once subjects, the Medians and Babylo
nians. Nineveh was five hundred years
o!d before the Hebrsws fled from Egypt;
e ght hundred years old when the Phraohs
commenced architectural works which are
tha wonders of the world; eleven hundred
years before the mighty empire was shat
tered in ths hands of the luxuaious Sar
dacapalus; twelve hundred yeaas before
the first thatched Roman hovel was built
among the laurels of the Palatine.
And this, then, is all that remains of
Nineveh the glorious, the mighty, tha
imperial city; which after ruling the an
cient v.-orld for fourteen centuries, at last,
sacked by armies and wasted with fire,
was buried away out of sight, actually en
tomcd under the earth ths sands cf the
desert, heaped by every summer simoon
twenty-four hundred years ago. With
in two hundred years after its fall, the tea
thousand Greeks marched over the deso
late hillocks, without dreaming that Nine
veh lay below Nineveh, whose nana
has already been forgotten upon the very
site of its temples and palaces. Nothiug
but the mounted sand; and under that sand,
sickly and sterile, occupied by miserably
poor and abject Arabs, and wonder Low it
j uiUMiuui, uinuaiui
could ever have taken the place of Serai-
I 1 11- , . 1
rami3 ana the Kings mat were ner staves
Standing on the mound of Nimroud and
remembering the mournful and terrible
changes of four thousand years, wecannct
but ask ourselves whether such things as
have been will not be again be with man's
modern, as with most ancient emp r-'S.
Arab system, now existing in ail Mes-
' opotamia, is precisely analogous to the
' olJ patriarchal system ot the same coun
t.y, and a perfectly republican and dem
oc:a ic oae; ihe Sheiks of the present, like
these of ihe "Temotest opochs, having an
authority very similar to that of Indian
Chiefs in the New World.
Out of such
' pastoral democracies grew
! and grandeur of the Assyrian state; and dy-
' 111 a"y "a Kw UP 111 l"c
'hemisphere, to be ultimately over-thrown
( antl succeeded by native barbarism? We
j are vise in our generation as they were
who.oi old, boasted the powerand strength
oi.siates wmcii me earm nas ions since
ceased to know; but who can penetrate the
secrets or foretell the Nineveh-like chan
ges which are to take place during the next
four thousand years."
Some years since, when money was
scarce, and almost everything was done in
the way of trade, a man named Jones
cilled in at the grocery and dry goods
store of one Mr. Brown, and asked for a
darning needle, offering in exchange an
egg. After receiving the needle, Jones
'Come, sir, aint you going to treat?
'What, on such a trade as that?' inqui
red Mr. Brown.
'Certainly a trade's a trade, let it be
Well, what will you take?'
A glass of wine,' said Jones.
The wine was poured out, when the
sponge once more said:
Would it be asking too much to request
you to put an egg into this wine? 1 am
very fond of egg and wine.
Apalled by the man's meanness, the
storekeeper look the identical f gg which
he htul received for the darn'n' needle.
i and handed it to his eusiomer, who, ou
oreaKing it imo nis wine glass, touuu mat.
it contained a double yolk.
Look here,' said the sponge, 'don't you
think you ought to give mnother darning
needle; this you see is a double egg.
Our fair readers will bear in mind that
we are not responsible for the following,
and we only publish it to show our u Ut
detestation of the scandalous insinuation it
As vharity covereth a multitude of s"ns.'
even so do long pettiooats, cover a multi
tude of shins: to say nothing of undarued
A cotrnpj2r2Ty"iidverU9es for sale the
'Jecis o: ;ie receni swm.