4 irifriMr m 4 L f rtir r 'WE GO WHERE DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES FOINT THE WAY; WHEN THEY CEASE TO LEAD, WE CEASE TO FOLLOW." BY JOHN G. GIVEN EBENSBURG, THURSDAY, AUGUST 23, 189. VOL. 5. NO. 40. 1 j Doubt Not. II I M. OWLTv:. Whan the dey of lifo is dreary And v.hon glcvtn tby course enshrouds Wben thy steps are fainl an J weary, And thy spirit dark with clouds, Steadfast still in thy well-doing, Let thy soul forget the past Steadfast still, the right pursuing, Dcubt not! jcy shall come at la.t. Stiivlng still, snd cnwarl pressing, ?eek not future years tu kno.v, bat desIRVE the wkhed for MeEinj, It shall como, tluugh 1 1 be slv, Never tiring upvard gazing Let thy fears sside be cast, And thy trial tempting, braving Doubt not! joy thll m:i.o at Isji. Keep n'.t tl.ou ihy soul regretting, Feek the good pp'iru evil's thrall. Though thy foes thy pihs besetting, Thou thalt triumph o'er litem nil. Though each year but bri ng Ujee s.iumsi, And thy youth be fleeting fist, 'I here'll be lia:e enough for gLidtieis Doubtnot! joy shall coto at l is1.. Ilis fond eye is witching o'er thee His strong ariii shall be thy guard--Duty's path is straight before thee, It shall lead to thy reward, Hat thy ills thy faith made stronger, Mould the future by the pist Hope thou on a 'ittle longer. Doubt not! jy shall conic at li'. mis OSLLANCOU S iTZny LiHic, OK LOVE AND LE1ENIXC BY MRS. CAROLINE II. BCTLER. It was a most provoking tiling that young Harry Warren should have fallen in love with pretty May Lillie simply a village school-master whom know body knew and she the only daughter of the richest and proudest man in the whole county of Eric, whom every body knew! It was not only provoking, but it was also very unfortunate for the poor fellow, as he might as well have aspired to wed yon bright evening star, as to lead to the altar the daughter of Diogenes Lillie, Esq. Ex. M. C. See the maliciousness of Fate! If May had been put the child of some- poor wid ow or parson or had Harry claimed de scent from some lordly aristocrat, the course of true love might not have run so 'crooked. Lcander swam the Hellespont to reach hU love, breasting bravely the surging billows, which parting before him, bore him exultingly to the feet cf Hero but how shall Harry force the adamantine chains with whHi .Mammon bars the way to happiness! Assist him ye gods of hap less lovers. My hero was the son of a farmer, more rich in children than in acres, and who could only afford them in schooling, value received for a few bushels of wheat, rye, cr potatoes. Young Harry had no tas'.e for agricul ture. The plough furrowed his handsome countenance, and the harrow harrowed his soul. Neither did he fancy mechanics he turned from the anvil, the carpenter's bench, the awl, and the scissors with equal repugnance. Books, books alone were his passion. For these all else were ne glected, the cattle strayed loose in the fields, the pigs crept through the garden, the wheat remained unshocked, and the grass uncut, while Harry under a tree lost himself amid the tattered leaves of an old book, which every breath of wind threat ened to sweep far from him. This was a sore trial to his father, but after fruitlessly xhausting all his arguments to dissuade his son from the folly of 'laming,' he fi nally gave it up, and left Harry unmoles ted to follow his bent. The clergyman of the village admiring the perseverance of the young tarmer ooy, ana wisnmg to en courage tuch laudable zeal, kindly volun teered to assist him in his studies, and with unwearied toil by night and by day, Harry Warren was finally prepared to tnter college. At the age of twenty -one he graduated honorably, and left the college walls, his head well stored with knowledge a light heart -a lighter purse, and a strong will to persevere in the path he had marked out for himself, a path which, after many crooked windings, was, as his sanguine imagination assured him, to lead him even tually on the high road to fame. , To put a little money in his pocket, ad at the same time gain Borne leisure for 3tady, he offered himself as a candidate for the school in the beautiful village of G- . .. some fifty miles- distant from his native town. He was accepted, and en tered upon the duties of his new office vifh hope and energy. And then the" very first thing he did was to fall in love! foolish fellow instead of teaching the young idea how to shoot he suffered himself to be shot through the sparkling roguish eyes of littly May Lillie did Cupid aim his dart tica?ig he was gone! Diogenc3 Lillie, Esq., professed to bp a very learned man, an immensely learned man, and his library accordingly occu pied one whole wing of his large and costly mansion. No onefarornear could boast of so many square feet of knowl edge, lie patronized the arts and scien ces, and hinted at many wonderful inven tions at work in his brain, which were in time to burst forth and astonish the world, lie also courted the muses, and was con vinced that should he once plume his llight to Parnassus, there would be an im mense fluttering among all soaring poets, whom he should distance at once by his bold and flashing imagery. Could the eyes of poor old Dominie Sampson have rested upon the countless volumes which 'like Alps on Alps' arose to the lofty ceiling, would not his meagre, bony jaws have ushered in 'pro-di-gious!' for there- was one compartment devoted to theology, and space for all the 'ologies then there were divisions for astronomy, for botany, for history, for travels there was the poet's corner, and the niche of romance. There were books in French, and German, and Spanish, and Russian, and Italian, and a mausolci 1 in the dead languages. I cannot vouch that 'one poor head could carry' all this, that the brain of the great Diogenes contained as many chambers as his library division? but it was i very pleasant thing for him to gaze up and down, down and up, upon their costly gold-lettered backs! Then there were also busts and statues, and globes, and blow-pipes, and barometers, and ther mometers scattered around, and here in this hall of inspiration, devoted to the 'sisters three and such branches of learn ing,' did Mr. Lillie spend the most of his invaluable time. Now great wisdom is said to bestow upon its possessor a contempt for. wealth proportionate, which, by the way, may be the 3asoa whv so manv teamed writers j and men of genius have died in a garret. If so there was no fear that the last breath of Diogenes Lillie, Esq., would be drawn in a aitic, for he lost nought of his gold in the depths of his wisdom, but so I skilfullv managed his financial concerns, that though apparently paying litle heed : to business, as he sat there ensconced amid ; his books and papers, the ball was kept j constantly rolling and constantly acourna- j lating. Yet what militated mostagainsl the love of Harry Warren, he had resolved from ; the time when pretty May slipped her ; leading-strings, that she should be the i wife of some great man wielding authority; and pray what virtue was there in the j petty birch twig, or the twelve inch ruler, which were the only symbols of authority the young school-master wielded! 'However, there is no need of my trou bling myself upon that head yet!' would Mr. Little year after year say to himself! 'May is but a child it will, be time I enough years hence to pick out a husband ! for her. Pick out a husband! just as if the bright eyes of May were not capable of selecting for themselves or that the eyes of sixty could see for those of sixteen. But there is in reality no need of Mr. Lillie's troubling himself, for the deed is done, and the little gipsy May engaged in as pretty flirtation, ad ever spread the rosy light of love around the hearths of youth. Let me exculpate my unfortunate hero from all attempts to win the affections of his beautiful pupil. On the contrary, it seems a mystery that his oddities and awkwardness should have any other emo tions than pity in the heart of May for he was so terribly ungraceful in her pres ence why if he merely spoke to her his voice was so low and tremulous, that she had really to approach her little head quite near to catch a word he said and as for his scholarship, you would have thought him a dunce, so many egregious blunders did he commit in hearing her recitations and he could no more guide her little hand in making those pretty and delicate strokes which marked her copy book, than he could fly to the moon. You would have been amazed that such a fine, handsome young fellow, could have made such a booby of himself! However, never were scholars blessed with so indulgent a master; and his popu larity rose in proportion, while as your lovers are for the most part but little given to the flesh-pots of Egypt, he was pro nounced by all economical housewives upon whose hospitality he was semi monthly thrown, to have the most accom modating taste and could dine from beef and cabbage, pork and parsnips, pp.a? por- ridge, or mush and milk, with equal relish. I am sorry to say, that at first May joined in the laugh with her mischievous schoolmates, at the oddities of the master, and contrived many little tricks to vex him. Yet if she raised her eyes a mo ment from her book, she was sure to en counter those of Harry fixed upon her, with an expression so mournful, yet so tender, as bathed her-ohdksvith blushes and her eyes with tears of contrition. Her frolics therefore soon yielded to a more pensive mood. She could not tell why, but the thoughtless mirth of her companions vexed and annoyed her she no longer joined in those idle pranks, which had for their object the ridicule of the master, but gave way to sudden fits of musing and abstraction. When she heai-d his footstep approaching, her heart beat audibly, and in her class she no longer raised her saucy eyes to ?;meonstrue her lesson, but scarcely lifted their drooping lids, as she answered in faint tones the questions put to her. In short, Love had conquered the mer riest and most mischievons maiden that ever laughed at his wiles! One clay in early spring, ere the snow drop of the crocus, had dared to lift their pretty heads above the snowy mantle in which old winter had so long kept them snug and warm, May placed in her bosom a bright and beautiful rose-bud. It was the first her little conservatory had yielded, and as she that morning for the first time discovered it peeping through the rich green leaves, she thought she had never seen any thing so fresh and beautiful. Carefully plucking it from the luxuriant branch, she bore oil the fragrant trophy to exhibit to her young companions. Weil to be sure it was only a rose-bud but as Harry descried it sitting so proud ly upon its pure and lovely throne, some thing whispered with that rose his fate was linked was it thornless, or should ! he wounded and complaining henceforth bid adieu to happiness! May caught the glance of the master, and blushed and trembled just as if she perfectly comprehended what was passing through his mind, and as suddenly the lit tle rose-bud was invested with new and tenfold value. She would have had it next her heart from the careless gaze of her young associates, for she felt that it ; , j men had now become a sacred thing w their touch would profane. Suddenly, May bent her head over her desk, and shook long raven curls over her cheek, as she heard a well known step behind her, and felt that the large eloquent O " O rf lllO m-iefni ll-r rr ( vnl nrvnn hnx But for the tluobbing of her own little i heart, she could hear the rapid pulsation of his, while his breath almost stirred the ; beautiful ringlet which rested 1 IB 1 1 I 1 - . 1 I , uosom. ivapiuiy ner nine nana now j moved over the slate, glancing at the right 1 1 . i ! " I anu leu, tracing ugure upon ngure, as lUrU it nlatc 1,,1 L... i .,. : j.,:u: .u .' . i a- uui-uiicu in uctipucinijj me ruies oi Coleman. It was a most puzzling sum never had she attempted one so difficult in vain she erased in vain began again. Of course it was all wrong, and so Harry, as in duty bound, took the pen cil and sat down by her side to extricate her diiiiculties .as a schoolmaster know, there was no other way. you But, dear me instead of looking upon Yes, bit 'You .you arc fond of flowers, I see.' 'Yes, sir.' 'They are a favorite study of mine are you much versed in the language of flowers my ahem Miss May? ,They always speak to me of God's love and goodness,' replied May, as de murely as if she had been answering her minister. 'True, dear Miss May,' said Harry. 'They are, indeed, as the poet says 'the smiles of angels' blessing and cheering us in our earthly pilgrimage but aside from this heavenly mission, the poet has also bestowed upon them another language: In eastern lands they talk in flowerF, And they tell in a garland their loves and CSTC8, Each blossom thdt blooms in their garden bow. ers. On its leaves a mystic language bears.' Is it so do you believe this, May?' May made no answer, but bent her head still lower over the book before her, and the little rose-bud trembled as though moved by some breath of summer. The the rose, May,' continued Harry, 'seems to have ever been a favorite and expressive flower of this mystic garland: 'The rose is the sign of joy and love, Young blushing love in m earliest dawn. There was a pause. Mav Mav. will you give mc the rose han "th tiiVir ccs.nercr 11 , lo'vcrllife shall startle the lovers of Homer,' (a to be sure " rOSebud-a prCUy tCachcr' bow to the god)-my wit shall cut with . a. , ,, " , .... , ... I the keen sarcasm of Shakspeare,' (looking 'Jlhem that is a beautiful rose. Miss t w ,, : . -., ,, t glorious vv ill full in the face) 'while the inav The next moment the little bud was in the hand of the transported Harry, accom panied with a look of such innocent confi ding love, as made his heart dance with rapture. Was there ever in after life a moment of such pure and exquisite happiness as then filled the hearts of the lovers! But the j-jose-bud, the poor rose-bud, bit terly did it rue the change from its loveTy resting place to the great hand of the school master besides coming very near being crushed to pieces between that and the dainty little fingers of May as she placed it therein! Well, it must have been a puzzling sum indeed to keep the master so long at May Lillie's desk! and taking advantage of his inattention, the mischievous scholars car ried on a pretty little by play of their own there was a tittering in corners, and whispering behind torn covers and soft, soft tiptoeing from one seat to another, and little paper pellets flying like hail-stones from side to side. Ah, dear, happy chil dren there is no danger you might knock the master's head off, and he would never know it! 'Young ladies children I give you a holyday,' quoth Harry, rapping his desk with the dread ferule, insignia of his pow er. A holyday huzza huzza a holy day!' shouted the girls and boys, rushing from the school-room. But the older girls looked slyly at eacli other, and then at the blushing MayT 'Look look!' exclaimed a half a dozen in a breath. 'The master is walking home with May Lillie!' Diogenes Lillie, Esq., sat in his study. Around him were gathered all those pow erful incentives necessary to call forth that great masterly genius which lay hid some where in his brain somewhere from whence, though many times coaxed and flattered, it had as yet resolutely refused to stir. Upon the table before him, bearing at each corner respectively a bust of Plato, of Shakspeare, of Homer, and of Milton, were pamphlets, reviews, folios, quartos and duodecimos, thickly strewn but what was more to the purpose, there was drawn up close to the elbow of Mr. Lillie, a quire of hot pressed letter paper, with edges of , i -, . ,i I gotu a suver sianuisn, oearmg me goiuen I pen ingrafted in-a feather of pearl, and the j cerulean ink with which genius should in I dite the virgin sage, whenever said genius ! should deign to issue from its dark hiding i place , ' 11 ' V . 7 1 fl togeher-his eyes upturned with a ezlVd gla to the ceiling, and deep in- ULTiiauons, iiku me ruiu oi a uiu-Mv-iiieiuii, corrugated his brow. Reader he was conceiving. 'I will write. Yes, I will write a poem i Will lUIHMl "'C -l' ' shall no longer remain under a bushel, but shall go forth like the sword of Gideon to hew down all minor poets! Upon what theme shall 1 first spend my genius let me consider,' (drawing the paper still near er and dipping the golden pen into the flowing ink,) 'gold the Age of God the Golden Age yes, 'The Golden Age' it j shall be. My sublimity shall throw Mil ' ton into the shade,' (with a look at the tout-ensemble shall form such a complete ness of wisdom as might honor even the head of a Plato!' (a triumphant look at the old philosopher.) And thus encouraged, the gold pen ca pered, and flashed, and flourished from side to side like a mad thing pointing notes of admiration here, dotting and scratching there, and then diving deep into the sea of ink, plumed its pearly pinion for new and higher flights. For three weeks did the poet buryr him self in his library with dead and living authors. And every morning he kissed his pretty May-flowcr as she tied cji her little bon net. 'There, there go along child; be a good girl and obey the master.' And then sne came to bid him good night. " There, there; go to bed, child, and don t forget your lessons. Not she, bless her! Why she never forgot a single lesson the school-master taught her she had every word by heart! At length the Golden Age was ready to burst like a blazing star uoon-this dull coppery world, and was the most sublime thing, in the opinion of its author, that was ever written and who, pray, could be a betterjudge? Now M,r- Lillie having some conception of the ignorance of the critics, having once (although it is a groat secret,) ?cnt a huge : U1I Illl It si I 1 I . I I I V III iiiv i;il IU1 VO J L 1 11 1 U 1 MSS. to the Harpers, which was pro nounced 'sHiJP it mjght have been very good stuff. notwithstanding resolved that ere he essayed the publishers, he would give his unique poem in all its unfledged beauty to his native village. It was a capital idea. It should be delivered before the Lyceum to an astonished audience. He could then have some faint idea per haps of" the applause which awaited its appearance in 12mo., calf and guilt. Concluded next Week.' nusband Catching. Of a certain divine an anecdote is told, which Hook used to say exceeded any specimen of cool assurance that he ever exhibited. A young clergical friend of his, staying at his house, happened to be sit ting up one night reading, after the family, as lie supposed, had retired to rest. The door opened, and his excellent host re-appeared in his dressing-gown and slippers. My dear boy,' said the latter, seating himself, and looking pathetically at his gusst, 'I have a few word"? to say don't look alarmed they will prove agreeable enough to you, rely upon it. The fact Mrs. E.nd myself have for some time observed the attention you pay to Betsey. We can make every allowance, knowing 3'our excellent principles as we do, for the diffidence which has hitherto lied your tongue, but it has been carried far enough. In a worldly point cf view, Betsey, of course, might do better, yet we have all the highest esteem for your character and disposition but then our daughter she is dear to us and where her happiness ia at stake all minor considerations must give way. We have, therefore, after due de liberation I must own not altogether without hesitation made up our minds to the match. What must be, must be; you are a worthy fellow, and therefore, in a word, you have cur free and cordial consent. Only make our child happy aid we ask no more.' The astonished divine, half petrified, laid down his book. 'My dear sir,' he began to murmur, 'there is some dreadful mistake. I really never thought, that is, -never intended ' 'No! no! I know you did not. Your modesty, indeed, is one of those traits which has made you so deservedly a favor ite with us all. But my dear boy, a pa rent's eyes are chaiy. Anxiety sharpens them. We saw well enough what tou thought so well concealed. Betsey, too, is just the girl to be so won. Well! well! say no more about it, it's all over now. God bless you both! Only make her a good husband here she is. I told Mrs. to bring her down again; for the sooner young folks are put out of sus pense the better. Settle the matter as soon as vou like; we will leave vou togeth er.' Thus saying, the considerate parent bestowed a most affectionate kiss upon his daughter, who was at this juncture led into the room by her mother, both en disha bille, shook his future son-in-law cordially "by the hand, and with a 'There, there, go along, Mrs. , turned his wife out of the room, and left the lovers to their tete a tete. What was to be done? Common hu manity, to say nothing of politeness, de- ! manded nothing less than a proposal; and it was tendered accordingly, and we need ! scarcely add, very graciously received. Memoirs of Hook. Iligli Tribute to the SUtcrs of Charity, A correspondent of the Washington Re public, writing from St. Louis, acknowl edges himself a Protestant, and says: 1 have been remiss in duty in not before paying a tribute of praise and gratitude to a bodv of christian and benevolent females, 1 but for whose heroic conduct our list cf ! mortality would hav e been swelled to a far greater length than ev en its fearful appear ance now presents. I allude to the 'Sis ters of Charity' of the city of St. Louis. In every sense of the word they have proven themselves to be the 'good Samari tans' of this community. When panic and alarm had driven the relatives of the departed, in some of our most respectable protestant families, to seek safety in flight from the presence of the dead, and none could be found to pay the last offices to such as slept in death, and to robe the body for the grave, thefcc dauntless, self sacrificing, religiously-devoted females, have never been appealed to in vain, but have frequently gone and performed that which none others were willing to under take. ' When public city hospitals were established in every Ward in. the city, where the most loathsome objects of this loathsome disease, were huddled together in large numbers, and to take care of whom neither money nor entreaties could secure attendants these 'Sisters of Charity,' with hertio firmness, a'gain threw themselves into the broach, and voluntarily tendered their services to the public authorities as nurses. Here, in these charnel houses of the living, for week in and week ott, they have stood as faithful sentinels, facing the arch enemy, Death, with a composure and fearlessness that nothing but anunbounded reliance in the overshadowing care of 8 crucified Redeemer could impart, and contesting inch by inch the combat between that enemy and its victims, -with whom they were const2ndy surrounded. And when they have found that nature must yield to the king of terrors, end thai the curtain of death was rapidly drawing around the sufferer, upon . bended knees they could be seen reclining Qver infected lips, and en'reaung the expiring patient to look with the e e of faith upon the image of their expiring Saviour. In the dens of vice, and in the humble habitations of the most destitute amongst us, and that are ever found in the outskirts and by-places of all large cities, these messengers of mer cy, philanthropy and charity, can be seen moving by day and by night, ministering unto the sick, comforting the afflicted, and gathering togethef helpless orphan inno c:ncy, that places cf refuge might be se cured them in some of the different ssy lums of our city. When I sea such dis interested benevolence as thi3 at a time too, when fear has rer.t csunder the ties of affection and consanguinity, when many of our clergy, with their families, have sought in flight that protection which they so pathetically preach, in time of health, can only be found of God, and where al most every one acts upon. the selfish and. unchristian principle, of 'every man take care of himseif-1 feel as if public asknowl edgment should be made, which such praiseworthy and benevolent conduct deserves. The Gold Klines of ihe Great Salt LukesThe Crops. A letter from a Mormon at the Salt Lake to his friends in Ohio, says: 'There is an extensive gold mine here, from which a great many of my neighbors are engaged in digging geld. Those .who work the mines make from thirty to. sev en hundred and fifty dollars perday esch. If a man wants gold, ell he has to do is to go and dig it. In tact, money is. as plenty here as pine slabs used to be at Schroon, Vt. We have gold dust, gold and silver coin, and a paper currency for our own convenience, paper being better to handl3 than gold dust. Pure salt abound to any extent. I can shovel up a wagon load of salt here as s:on as you can a lead cf sana on yo; r lake shores. There are some springs that are very useful. Within four miles of the city there is a hot 'spring, the water of which is sufficiently hot to scald a hog in. There is another spring within one mile cf the city, the water of which is about blood warm, there we bathe for health; also, an oil spring, a soda spring, and an alkali, spring, near the Lake, at which place it requires but a few minute3 to load a wagon with as good saleratus as ever we used, in fact we use no other. 9 m There is not much timber in ths coun try. Game is very plenty, such as buffa loes, antelopes, deer, tear, S:c. Fowls and fishes of all kinds in abundance. Cattle can live here the whole year without ei;her hay or corn, ajid be fat enough for beef at any time. There has been one crop raised in the valley, and there is now a large crop of wheat in the ground. There is a canal being construct ed here for the purpose of watering our fields, as there is very little or no rain in the summer season. A Kfgn:ar "Stick." C. was a cu e "Down Easter' a real live Yankee always ready for a joke, and hard to beat. He was one day in a country bar-room 'down South,' where several persons were assenibled"when one of them said: 'Mr. C, if you go out and stick your penknife in anything, when you come bacfc I'll tell you what it's sticking in.' You can't dew no such a thing,' re sponded C. I'll bet you ten dollars on it, said the other. 'Wall,. I rather guess I'll. take that 'ere bet; here capting, (turning to the landlord) hold the" stakes, and I'll e'en just make half a saw-horse in less than no time.' The parties deposited an X a piece and C. went on his mission, but in a short time returned, saying Wall, nabor, what is it sticking in?' 'In the handle,' replied the Southerner, as he reached out his bnd for the stakes. Guess not; jest wait a while,' said the Y'ankee, as he held up the handle of hi knife, minus the blade. 4I kalkilate tne blade can't be in the handle, when it's driv clean up in an old stump aside yer road outthar.' Jonathan of course won the agw, and the Southerner sloped to parts unknown, amid roar? of laughter. l'ankec Blade. . fi L
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