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TWO WORLDS.
fri.0H HOL'stlHOLD WOKDS.J
QA'i world is bathed iu beaufy,
Grd'd woild i3 steeped ia lilit ;
'r U t'ne self same glory
Which makc3 the day .so bright,
Wr.ieh ti rills the earth with music,
(V fc.ir.js the stars in night.
i!id ia e.ifth'j tuincs vi tdlver,
ncaii'jj ou clouds above
r.injr. in autumn's tempest,
Murmured by every dove ;
One thought fills God's creation
Ilia own great name of love !
Ia God's world strength is lovely,
A ad so is beauty strong.
And light God's glorious shadow
To both theso gifts belong ;
And they all melt into sweetness,
And fill the earth with Eong.
Above God's worlJ bonds heaven.
With day's kiss pure and bright.
Or folds her still more fondly
1 Ia the tender shad e of night ; -
V kuJ she casts back heaven's sweetness
I 7u fragaant love and light.
Gd's world has one great echo,
Whether calm blue mists are curled;
Or 'angering dew-drops quiver,
Or rod storms are unfurled ;
Tie same deep love is throbbing
Through the great heart of G od's world.
Man's life is black and blighted.
Steeped through with self and sin ;
And should his feeble purpose
Some feeble good begin, -;
The work is marred and tainted
By leprosy within.
lliii's world is bleak and bitter ;
Wherever he has trod
He spoil3 the tender beauty
That blossoms on the sod,
Ani blasts the loving heaven
Of the great good world of God.
There Btiongth on coward weakness
In cruel might will roll ;
Bifauty and joy are cankers
That eat away the soul ;
And love O God, avenge it--
The plague-spot of the whole.
Man's world is Pain and Terror,
IIo found it pure and fair,
And wove in nets of sorrow
The golden summer air.
Black, hideous, cold, and dreary,
Han's curse, not God's, is there.
And yet God's word is speaking ;
Man will not hear it call ;
But listens where the echoes
Ot his own discords fall ;
' That clamors back to heaven.
That God has done it all.
Tlie Prisoner's Clilld.
BY MBS MARY DEJiNISOjf. ,
It was ealy morning. " . . x
Is this the way to Sing Sing?'
'Yes,' roughly replied a brown faced coun
tryman, and paseed on. -
It was afternoon. The child was some
what fragile in her appearance. Her bonnet
was of broken straw; her shoes were much
torn, the sun played holy on her tender fo;e
bead. She walked on an hour longer.
Is this the way to Sing Sing?'
'Yes little girl but, what are you going
there forTP "
The child trudged on, her lip quivering,
not deigning to answer the pleasaDt-faced old
man who had stopped the jogging of his horse
to note her hurried manner, and who liked
that little face, anxious and sad as its expres
sion face.
The day was falling. Katy had fallen too
almost. A rough stone lay by the way im
bedded in moss, received her tired little frame
She looked so wearied and aged, sitting there,
her tangled hair falling on the hands that
were clasped over her face! By the shaking
of her frame, the tears were coming too, and
she was bravely trying to hold them b?ck.
' U by, what is this dear little girl doing
here?'
The exclamation came froai a pair of eager
young lips.
A curiosity! 1 declare! exclaimed a harsh
er voice, and ivaty locked up suddenly, cow
ered away from the sight of the pretty . young
girl and her agreeable lookiog companion.
'What are you doing here, little girl; ask
ed Nell Maywood, moving a little nearer to
the frightened child.
Going to Sing Sing,' said Katy.ia a scared
way.
'Did you ever, George! this child is going
to Sing Sing, why, it's ton miles off. Child
did you know that it was so far off.'
Katy shook her head, and wiped away the
hot and heavy tears one by one.
Yhy, yes you poor "little goose What
are you goiDg to Sing Sing for? Have you
had your 6upper
Katy shook her head.
Have you had any dinner?
Again the sad child shock her head.
Nor. breakfast? Why George, the poor
little thing must be almost starved?'
I should think so,' mechanically replied
her brother, just recovering from a yawn and
showing signs of sympathy.
'Look here; what's your name? -JKaty.
'Well Katy you must come up to the house
and get something to 'eat. Going to Sing
Sing on foot; dear me how ridiculous! Fol
low me, Katy, and we'll take care of you to
night, Eomehow, and see about jour going to
' Yeg, Miss Nell; and told her what a good
bed there was over the wood shed; but she
looked strange cut of them large eyes of hers,
and never eseraed to hear.' - ;
'The poor child is in trouble said Nell
quite sorrowful, that she could not relieve
hr necessities. 'I'd have given her some
thing to wear, and we could have tent her to
There waaja sound of rattling irons that
made the child shiver. Dimly appeared the
face and outlines of awell-made man the
countenance handsome, but evil. He seemed
not to comprehend. - But as fast as his chains
would permit him, he came forward and look
ed out at the anxious faec below . It was
almost too much for the child. With a loud
Sin g Sins, but perhaps she will come back i convulsive cry, she exclaimed "Father!
again; if so, will you send her tome?' - Father !' and fell nearly senseless against the
'If she do. I will, Miss, answered - Susan, jailor. . - ; : c
going at the gooseberries again. : . 'Katy !' exclaimed the man, and there was
But little Kate did not come back.' bhe a nervous twitcumg about the muscles of the
had been watching her opportunity to get off moutlu 'What ia Heaven's name brought
and had already been gone sometime. She j you here I . , V . !
The jailor wai talltng 'the chiid - to con
sciousness
Shall we let her come in the cell ?' asked
the warden.
Jim was dashinjr his hand across his face.
slept in the' open field," -eraweled into -some
hay, she would have walked all night if she
had dared, but she was afraid of the dark
ness :- ' ' - -
. 'Mr. Warden, there is a queer case over at
my house," said a bluff-looking fellow meet- I A smothered 'yes' issued from his lips. They
log the warden of bing bing prison. ; We opened the ponderous door, and put her in.
found her last night in some out of the way Her arms were outstretched ; his were wide
place, and nothing would do but my wife I open, and they came together with a clank-
must take her in. W e can t nod out her I log souna, together about the form of that
name, except that it is Katy, and I expect poor little child
she wants to see somebody in the prison O, Father !' 'O, Katy, Katy J' and then
But we can't set anything out of ber; where l there was a quiet crying. By and by the
woman doing with
she came from or anything about it.'
'Brins her over here,' said the warden.'
'My wife is wanting a little girl for help
maybe she's just the one.' So Katy stood
trembling more than ever, m a few moments,
in the presence of the warden and the jailor.
Katy was a pretty child. Her large blue eyes
wore an expression of intense melancholy ;
her hair had been combed and curled, and
some one had put a good pair of shoes on her
feet.
'Well, my little girl,' said the warden,
kindly, for he was prepossessed iu her favor.
'where have you come from ?
New York,' said the child, faintly.
' The men looked at each other incredu
lously.
Do you mean to say that you came to
Sing Sing, from New York, on foot ?'
The Press and Good Business. There
'J no discount in this paragraph, if a contem
fjtvj is correct in the assertion :
come men advertise for a short time after
-ey commence business, and think that it is
ient: others intermit advertising after
!ieJ lave established a flourishing business
lJ aid. This is a mistake. From the
ctent a house ceases to advertise, however
2? its reputation and Btanding, it begins to
ec.iae. The changes are so rapid in this
t5aatrj. and the public mind is so constantly
npied for new applications to its favor and
attention, that to be out of the papers,
tjee everybody seeks for information on
fj subject, is to be forgotten. The press
Jtoilv more becoming a necessity, and its
-'JiDeE3 as an advertising medium is con
tov 'ncrcasing No man is wise or just
fc'mself vrho undertakes to do business
0Qt availing himself of its advantages. .
D:
P. I Tit T T r- - w -r -w
f. " ur "OX. (jrEORGE M. UIBB. lion.
(rS 41. Bibb died, on Thursday. 14th
BbK &t re8idence in Georgetown Mr.
from .taV lonS time United States Senator
k 1790 lTnia an1 graduated in Trinceton
W;nT . taa een 'practising law at
Ml"etoa llne, Mr. Tjl8 PreBfdeDCj4
Sing Sing tomorrow.
Katy followed. What a glorious vision
burst upon her view! The palace house; the
rocks reddening in a low western sun, the
shining river; the signs of luxury on every
hand.
They walked up a wide a vanue. Elms and
caks threw their branches on each side; here
and there a flower hunch might be seen; vines
grew around the noble pillars, .twisting up to
the glittering windows
'busan gives tnis poor child a good supper
she is hungrv and tired too 1 imagine. After
that, I will see what can be done for her.'
Susan wore a mild face. She looked pleas
antly dowD at the poor tired little one, and
taking her hand which trembled noir, led her
to the kitchea.
Meanwhile, her story, or that brief part of
it which we know, wa3 being told in the draw
ing room. The sylph-uke figure in white,
louncinjr eracefullv in the midst of - delecate
cushions, accompanied her narration with ex
rressive cestures. and now and then a little
laugh.
'I should like to know what she is going
Sing Sing for?' "We must get her something
to wear; a bonnet, a pair of shoes, and then
may be, we can manage to have her carried
some way, if her mission is of any impor
tance. Oh! such an old-looking little thing.'
Who ia that, my daughter?'
'Oh, Papa you have come home; why, I
was talking about the mite of a child. sh
cannot be more than ten, if that. I saw her
out here sitting on a moss-rock, the most for
lorn object. She says she is goiDg to SiDg
Sing?'
I met her on my way,' said the pleasant
faced old man; 'she asked me about it, and 1
would have stopped her, but che trudged on
Where is she. It was noon when I saw
her?' ' . ; ,
In the kitchen, papa., , Susan is taking
good care of her, T expect, and when she has
had a harty supper we will talk with her.'
A gay trio of young girls came. The net
tings were put up, the. gas burued brightly,
and a usic and mirth banished, all thought
of care. Suddenly NeJl May wood remember
ed the little odd figure and clappiug her
hands cried, 'Ob, I've something to. show
you girls,' and disappeared.
Susan was pickicg gooseberries in the pan
try near the kitchen.
Where is the child, : Susy?' asked r Nell
Maywood. : .
- 40n the door-step, .Miss," Susan replied,
picking away ' . ' .
.- 'Why no Susan, thertis nobody here, no
body to be seen.' ,
- 'Yes, Miss.' Sasan placed her pan down
held her apron up to catch the sterna - of the
berries, and walked deliberately to the dooor
Why, she eat heie sometime after Bupper.
I thought she was a mighty quiet child; . but
she's deep, deep, Miss Nelly! she's gone. Let
me see there ain't -any. silver around I
should be afeard 6he'd took something, they
are mighty artful." " "
Why, did'ntyou tell her she might Btay
all night?' Nell Maywood was peeping, here
and there to spy her if possible.
Yes, sir,' said the child, frightened at his
manner.which had in it something of severity.
What have you come for?'
'To see my father,' the child bust forth
with one great sob, and for a moment her
frame was shaken with a tempest of feeling
And who is your father?' asked the war
den kindly.-
'He is Mr. Lloyd,' said the child, as soon
as she could speak for her rushmg sobs.
Ihe warden looked at the jailor. -" .
.X .1 T , i -r
-jjoyu ; mere are turee ioyas nere, diva
Bondy and Dick.' ' , .
luey may not be their proper names, re-
ponded the warden.
'lhat s so, said the jailor, 'but I can try
'em all. Little one, was your father's name
Jim?'
The child nodded her head, or they tho't
she did ; she was all convulsed by the re-ac
tion brought on by the termination of her
journey.
If it s Jim, he s a bad one, said the jailor
in a low voice, 'he is in- irons this mor
for attempting to break jail. He don't de
serve a little girl as looks like that one, the
villain. Come, child, I'll go and find your
father.'
He took Katy's shaking hand, with the
other she dashed the tears away as fast as
they fell. It frightened her almost into calm
ness to see the ponderous door at which the
jailor applied the great key ; and the stillness
of the long stone passages, the dimness
thrown over all, the constant succession of
bare and bleak walls was terrible to a sensi
tive mind like hers. How the heavy tread
of the jailor, and the tread of the warden be
hind him, echoed through the. gloom and
space. It was in truth a great tomb through
which they moved a tomb in which were
confined living hearts, whose throb could al
most be heard in the awful stillness. On,
on they went, now through this massive door
i now through that passage way. K very thing
1 spoke of crime, of lirce passions subdued and
control; everything, from the
man lifted the little head whose glossy curls
were falling on his shoulders, and oh ! wl:at
a sharp rattle of chains smote on the ear, and
looked her in the face After a moment's ir
resolution he kissed her, and then his head
fell under her earnest, loving look.
Katy, what made you come ?'
I wanted to see you, Father,' and the
head was on his shoulder again. .
How did you come, Katy ? never mind
the noise, they are locking up ; they will bs
here again aud let you out. How did you
eoins. Katy?'
I walked here.'
From New York, child?'
Yes, Father V
There was no sound save that of the chains
as he strained her to his bosom.
And how did you leave her, Katy your
mother I
The question wa3 fearlessly asked but not
responded to. He gazed eagerly in the child's
face ; her little lips were quivering
'Katy, tell me quick Y
sp-:
held in stern
grim face of the ferocious watch dog to the
sentinels armed. Then they turned and
went up the stairs, the jailor holding the
scared bird close to his side with a tender
clasp, the warden following. , Another tramp
and at last they came to a stand still. The
jailor rapped at a cell door Slowly a man
with a harsh, hair covered face appeared.
Here's your little girl come to see you,
said the jailor. ;
, 'Little girl ! hem ! you're green," said the
man in grum accents ; 'I've no little girl or
you wouldn't catch ma here.'
Father,' said the childish voice ;It soun
ded 60 sweet, so childish, in that terrible
prison.. But as the scowling face came clo
ser to the bars, the child hid her head quick
ly in the jailor's arms, half sobbing; it wasn't
him. , ' - .
We'll try the next one.' IIo walked far
ther on, and spoke more pleasantly this time.
'Well Bondy,. here is little Katy; don't you
want to see her ?' ' J ' -.'
Little Katy ' There wa3 a long pause.
I had a Katy once not a little Kty -I
broke her heart -God pity me .Go on, it
can't be for me.' . ' -. . ;
- ; Acain the sweet voice rans out. 'Father.'
The prisoner came up to the bars ; a youth
ful face framed with light wavy hair ; a faca
in which the blue "Syes looked innocent; a face
that it seemed a sin to couple with a . toul
deed,, gazed out. I saw the child's earnest,
pleading,- tearful eyes ; a dark axpression
rolled like a wave across his brow ; a groan,
he staggered against his bed, crying, 'Take
her away ; I can't stand the sight of anything
like that.' . . . '. . . .. , v' -
; Katy had hidden her fae a second time,
as she feebly cried, 'it isn't him;', so they
A groan, a terrible groan followed; the
convict s head fell into the Jap ot his child,
and he weDt with strong cries. The jailor
and the. warden said thai they never saw a
sight so woful, And the child tried to com
fort him, till hi3 strength seemed to be gone,
and his sobs were like gasps. , ,
' 'O. Jvaty, when did she die?. Oh my poor
May ! my poor ?rl ! . , -
Ever so long ago, I guess ever so many
weeks,' replied the child ; 'but she told me
to come and see you, and comfort you '
'O God, this is hard; she always forgave
me.'
'She told mo to pray for you, too ; she
told me to ask you if you would be real good
after you came out, and meet her in heaven?'
In Heaven ! in Heaven !' groaned the man
eivias awav again to his agony. The child
was angel guided. Her soft touch was bet
ter for his soul's good, than stripes and the
chains. lie had been hardened; her little
love had melted down the adamant; had
found the locked up good in hi3 nature and
she had sent her sweet smiles through the
prison door - Long he sat there, his head in
the lap of his beautiful, quiet child. None
dared disturb them. The jailor and warden
walked to and fro.
"Father, when yon come out Til take care
of vou.' .' . ,
. lie lifledhrs head; hiseye3, red with
weeping were fastened on her face.
Mother said I might.'
God's blessing on you, my angel child ;
you may save your miserable father.
1 tcui save you, tather.
The warden cleared his throat ; the jailor
spoke roughly to one of his prisoners ; it was
to hide his emotion. . 'You had better come
now,' he added, going to the cell. .
Katy, you must go ; will you come again,
my child ?'
'Can't I stay ?'
; 'No, dear, but you shall come and see me
A Hatter In Search of Russian Fur.
On. one: occasion a hatter named Walter
Diddle, called to buy some furs of us. For
certain reasons I was anxious to play a joke
upoiLhim I sold him peveral kinds of fur,
including beaver : and coney. . no wanted
some. 'Russia.' ; I told him we had none, but
Mrs. Wheeler, . where I boarded, had several
hundred pounds. -
Whas on earth is a
Russia ?' said he.
I could not .answer; but assured him that
there were 130 pounds of old Russia and 150
pounds of young "Russia ia Mrs. Wheeler's
house, and under her charge, but whether it
was for sale; I ccuhi'lot say; . - :tTi r"
Off he started with a view to make the
purchase. He knocked at the door Mrs.
Wheeler the elder made ber appearance.
- 'I want to get your Ituss-ia said tbe hat
ter. .
Mrs Wbeelcr asked him to walk in and be
seated.. She, of course, supposed he had
come after her daughter 'Rushia,' -
What do you want of Rushia ?'. avkel the
old lady. ' - :
'To make hats,' was the reply
To trim hats, I suppose, you mean,' re
sponded the old lady.
Mo, for the outside of hats, replied the
hatter.- - -
Well, I don't know much about hats, but
I will call my daughter,' said the old lady.
Passing : into an other room where Rushia
the lyoungcr was at work, she informed her !
that a man wauted her to mako hats. .
'O, he means sister Mary, probably; I sup
pose he wants some ladies' hats.' replied Rus
hia, as she passed into the parlor.
I suppose vou wish to see my sister Ma
ry; she is our milliner,' sail the younger
Rushia
'I wish to see who ever owns the property,'
said he. . '
Sister Mary was sent foi and soon made
her appearance. As soon as she was intro
duced, the hatter informed her that he wished
to buy 'Russia.'
'Buy Rushia !' exclaimed Mary ia surprise
I don't understand you.
'Your Dame is 3Iiss Whee'.er, I believe,'
said the hatter, who was annoyed at tnc dif
ficulty he met with in being understood.
lli is, nil .
From the Columbia Democrat, an old and
well established journal.
Great Gift Booit Store. s
- A Literary Enterprise Honorably Conduct"
ed. It is stated that during the year 1858,
Mr. G, G. Evans, of Philadelphia. distribu
ted among his patrons over 30,000 worth
of Gifts, consisting of gold and silver watch
es, gold jewelry, silver-plated ware, silk dress
patterns, aud other elegant Gifts of intrit6;o
value. Mr. -Evans being the originator of
the Gift Enterprise, has distanced all compe
tition, lived down all opposition, and is en
dorsed by a1 1 the leading publishing houses
in the United States. AH the .popular stau-
piaru works, of.' anclcut "'ad asodern authors
can be found on Mr. tvana Catalogue tor
1859, which i sent free to any address.
In addition to the above jurt tribute to the
merits of Mr. Evans, and the uneqaaled suc
cess of his popular enterprise, we take great
pleasure in bearing testimony to the high in
tegrity which has ever characterized his mul
tifarious business trinsactions, establishing for
A! very well, Is there old and young
ilussia in the house.
. 'I believe there 13,' said Mary, surprised
at the familiar manner ia which he spoke of
her mother - and sister, both of whom were
present.
What i3jhe price of old Russia per pound'
I asked the hatter. . :
'I believe that old Rushia is not for sale,'
replied Mary indignantly:
Well, what do you ask for young Russia?'
pursued the hatter.
'Sir, said Miss Rushi3, the younger
springing to h.6r feet, 'do you come here to
insult defensless females ? If you do we will
soon call our brother. Mho ia in the garden,
and he will punish you as you deserve '
Ladies'' exclaimed the hatter in aston
ishment, 'what on earth have I done to of
fend you ? I came here on a business mat
ter. I want to buy some Russia. . 1 was told
you had old and young Russia in the house.
Indeed this young lady stated such to be the
fact, but she savs the old Russia is not for
himself and his house a name above suspicion
or reproach, and a fame which must ;lead
its possessor to fortune and renown." Thia
is no spasmodic effort, on our part, at ful.
some eulogijm; it is the plain recital of self
existent fact, read and known of all men in
our own State, to whom Mr. E. and his bus
iness operations are extensively known. We
have dealt with Mr. Evans for years, person -
l all it an i-l pnnvprswl with RpnrPS fif Others who
have sent him their money and orders, and
received Books and valuable Gifts in return,
and it is certainly a higher meed of praise
than usually falls to the ordinary lot of man
to be able, truthfully, to say, that in no sin
gle instance have we ever heard tbe first word
of dissatisfaction expressed.
Ax "Ugly CcssI' A California paper
walks into an unwelcome correspondent in thw
following rough-shod style :
"We have receivel a coram anieation, in
tended to damage a neighbor, which the wri
ter tries to bribe us to publish, by premising
to subscribe for the paper, on condition of his
miserable article appearing. We've half a
mind, you cowardly viltan, to tell your name,
and print the artiele, and get you a famous
drubbing. We'll instruct you that you have
deplorably mistaken the character of the
journal by which you would diffuse your assas-fda-like
poison. Haven't you courage to con
front your enemy and tell him what you,
skulking anonymously, would print of him ? .
You're one of the "gramblers," are you ?
You'd grumble at the postmaster, priest,
President, at God Almighty himsdf, if yoa
were Bot-airahl of being eternally burc-d for
it. You'd bribe the village paper, which
should be a messenger of peace, to stir up
quarrel and dissension in a Deighborhd.
You'd cause a faithful, wife to shed tears of
mortification by multiplying a lie about her
husband I Oh, you're a beautiful specitaen
of tho Creator's handiwork ! Let's look at
again
They took her very gently from the dark
cell; she sobbed very quietly.. , In the war
den's room stood a very pleasant faced old
man. -
I have come after lhat little girl,' ho said.
'She must go home with me V I'll take good
care of her; I've heard her story; and when
her father coiuesout, if he's a mind to behave
himself, I'll give him plenty to do. Besides
that. I'll bring her up once a week to see
him. What say you, little one, will you go
with : me ?' and good eld Maywood stroked
her hair, as he said pityingly, 'poor child !'
Reader, ten miles from Sing Sing there is
a little cottage occupied by a laborious man
and his one daughter." Little Katy is fulfil
ling the commands of her dying mother. She
is taking care of her father, and he, thank
God, is taking care of himself. Men respect
him and God has forgiven him. .
.. : : r ; - '
v. S3T. A Aew Doxolomi. One of the illit
erate who had ''a call to preach," recently
set his congregation on the broad grin at the
close of ahammerand- tongs sermon, by re
nuestinc them to ' sin? "sine the sockdola-
gcr." .. v.'-;
kept on to tho third cell. ' -
'Jim, here's a little girl,, little Katy,, your
daughter, wants to see you.' . 1 .
A stupid 'what?' came from the bed ; the
man probably just awakened. .
Your little daughter r
i S3T 4Sav, Pomp, you nigger, where you
get dat new -.hat?". ."Why, at de shop, ob
course " ,"What is the price of such an ar
ticle as dat? "I don't know, nigger
don' t know d& &Jiop keeper wasn't dare."
. raa, "Don t get above your business,' as
the lady said to the shoemaker who was meas
uring her ancle in order to ascertain the size
of her foot. . . . '
X2T Why is fish-peddling, morally consid
ered, ah objectionable business? Because a
man has to sell much that he knows has been
hoolxdf Horribl.
you : Six feet high ; dark hair ; thick full
beard ; downcast eye
jawt
sale Now, if I can buy the young Russia,
I want to do so but if that can't be done,
please say so, and I will trouble you no further.
Mother open the door and let this gentle
man pass out. he is undoubtedly crazy,' said
Mary.
By thunder ! I believe 1 shall be if I re-
mam nere long, exclaimed tue natter consid
erably excited. I wonder if folks ever do
business in these parts, that you think a man
crazy if ho attempts such a thing ?'
Business! poor man, saia iMary, soothing
. . . i
y, approacuiug me aoor.
I am not a poor man, mauam replied the
hatter. ily name ia alter Uiudie; 1 carry
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on natting extensively at janoury; l came
to Grassy Plains to buy fur, aud have pur
chased some beaver and conev, and now it
seems that I. am to be called cray' and a
poor man' because I want to buy a little
'Russia to make up an assortment.
The ladies begau to open their eyes a lit
tle. They saw that Mr. Diadle was quite m
earnest, and his explination threw consider
able light on the subject. ,
Who sent you here ?' asked one of the
sisters. , t
The clerk at the store opposite,' was the
replv. .
lie is a wicked young teliow tor mating
this trouble,' said tbe old lady, 'lie has
been doing tbis for a joke.'
A joke! exclaimed Jiddle, in surprise.
Have you not got any Russia then ?'
4My name is Jerushia, and so is my daugh
ter's,' said Mrs. Wneeler, .'and that 1 sup
pose is what he meant by telling you about
old and young Rushia.' '
- Mr. Diddle rolted through tue uoor wita
out a word of explination, and made directly
for our store.
You young scamp,' be said as he entered,
what did you mean by sending ineover there
to buy Russia?' '. -
I did not send you to buy Russia. I sup
posed you were cither a bachelor, cr a wiiow
ea. and wanted to marry Rushia-' I replied
with a serious countenance! '
'You lie, you deg, and you know it,' he
replied; 'but never mind, I'll pay you off for
that some day.' And tak'mg his furs, he
departed, less ill humored than could have
been expected under the circumstances.
EST" A voung miss having accepted the
offer of a youth to gallant her home, after
cadaverous
visase like a fellow who had been buried long
enough to let humanity and manhood out of
him you look just like the man who would
put a widow woman "in the papers," and ab
scond and leave the editor to a tor and feath
ering. We'll tell you what to do : Find a
threestory warehouse; crawl along the ridge
pole ; discover a big fiat rock, on a line
dropped from the termination ; turn your
moceaaias up to the sun, and let yourself go
the discovery of your brains on the rock;
below will be conclusive aud gratnying evi
dence that a nuisance has been abated."
3T Tn the Eastern part of Deleware Co.,
in this State, there res-ides a man named B
, now a justice of the peace, a very sen
sible man, although by common consent the
ugliest individual in the whole country, being
long, guant sallow, and awry, with a gait
like a kangaroo. One day he was hunting,
j.nd on one cfthe mountain read? he met a
man on foot aud alone, he was longer, gaunt
er by all odds, than himself. He could give
the "squire'' fifty, and beat him. Without
savins a word, B raised his guu and de
liberately levelled it at the stranger. "For
God's sake dont shoot?' shouted the man, in
great alarm. "Stranger," replied B , I
swore tea years ago, that if ever I ret a man
uglier than I was, I'd shoot him; and you are
the first one I've seen.' .
The stranger, after taking a careful survey
of his rival, replied. "Wall, captain if I
look worse than you do, shute. I don't want
to live an v longer."
gKnow 2Uhingism, The editor of a
Georgia paper heard the following conversa
tion on the re-opening of the slave trade.
Clem, l'se tell you, if dey gwine to de
vour to fotch dem 'ported niggers ober dis
way, which I hear dey be, dare'll be a fuss in
de family, sure. ' 'Spect dey want us to so
ciate wid dem niggers on quality. Neber do
it, sure."
Sam. dus you raly t;nk dey '11 fotch dem
nicircrs here?'
"For sartin Clem I heard massa sj dr
wes five thoutasd 'ported scuf ia Carolina,
and half ob dem now ready in dis Stat. I
tell you, Clem, if One ob dem foriu unnatur
alized niggers calculate to 'sociate wid dis
chile, heCis a hoin' de wrong patch. Sone
n.ln will hit him like mule kicked him f r
luaw " .
and it wont bo cat animal eder. .
sartin,
Cure for Dyrtfiion rf Spirits. When
galvanio rings were sold to cure every ill that
flesh is heir to, a lady asked of a friead who
fondly cherished the delusion. "If galvan-e
rings would cure depression of spirits?"
What has caused them?" said the latter?
moarnfu.ly rephei
Tho loss of a husband,"
7. r J-. i... .1 v i .i f. ti. uv 'For that.' said he holdiu forta
her expense, if the fact should become public . his little finger upon which was i a- wedding
dismissed bim when about half way, eujoying . ring cf b deceased wife gold lj i tter.
Don't be afraid," tatd he, ot : lj'-t me piaco iuia uu i"u c
feel aa i vour ltt nana, ana i cwn wwto
his secrecy.
my saying auything about it, for I
jnu$b ashamed of it a you do.
I cure.
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