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WILLIAM BREWSTER, t EDITORS.
SAM. G. WHITTAKER,
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ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW.
Where, where will be the birds that sing.
A hundred years from now ?
The flowers that now in beauty spring,
A hundred years from now!
The rosy lip,
The lofty brow.
The heart that bents
So gaily now I
oh where where will be love's beaming eye
.1 uy's pleasant smile and sorrow's sigh;
A hundred years from now'?
Who'll press for gold this crowded street,
A hundred years from now'?
Who'll tread your Church with willing feet,
A hundred years from now.?
Pale trembling age,
And fiery youth,
And childhood with
It's brows of truth --
lhe rich, the poor: on land and sea ;
Where will the many millions be
A hut.dred years front now?
We all within our graves shall sleep,
A hundred years from now ;
No living soul for us will weep;
A hundred years from now;
But other men
Our lands will till,
And others then
Our streets will till
While other bit•ds will sing as gay,
As bright the sunshine as today,
A hundred years front now.
Saab *torg.
!MART ClOOlll2.
A PLEASANT LOVE STORY
All my life long Pd known Mary Moore.
All my life I loved her.
Our mothers were old playmates and
first cousins. My first recollection is of a
boy in a red frock I ntl morocco shoes, rock
ing a cradle in which - reposed a sunny
haired, blue-eyed baby, not quite a year old
—that boy was myself—Harry Church ;
that blue eyed baby was Mary Moore.
Later still, I see myself at the littlesold
schoolhouse, drawing my little chaise up
to the door, that Mary might ride home.
Many a beating have I gained on such oc
casions, for other boys besides me liked her
and she, I fear, sets something of a flirt,
even in her pianfores. How elegantly she
came tripping down the steps when I call
ed her name ! how sweetly her blue eyes
looked up at me? how gayly rang out her
merry laugh ! That fairy laugh ! No one
but Mary could ever bring her heart so soon
to her lips. I followed that laugh from my
days of childhood till I grew an awkward,
blushing youth ; I followed it.througl the
heated noon of manhood; and now, when
the frosts of age are silvering my hair, and
many children climb my knee and call me
gather," I find that the memories of youth
are strong, and that, even in gray hairs, I
am following its music still.
When I was fifteen the first great sorrow
of„my heart came upon me. I was sent to
school, and was obliged to part with Maly.
We were not to see each other for three
long years ! This, to me, was like a sen
tence of death, for Mary was like life it
self to
But hearts ore tough things after all.
I left college in all the flush and vigor of
my nineteenth year. I was no longer awk
ward and embarrassed. I had grown into
a tall, slender stripling, with a very good
opinion of myself, both in general and par
ticular. If I thought of Mare Moore, it
was to imagine how I would dazzle and
bewilder her, with my good looks and won
derful attainments—never thinking that
she might dazzle and bewilder me yet still
more. I was a coxcomb, I know; but as
good looks have fled, I trust I may be be.
lieved when I say that self-conceit has left
me also.
An advantageous proposal was made to
me at this time, and, accepting it, I gave up
all idea of a profession, and I prepared to
go to the Indies. In a hurried visit home
of two days, I saw nothing of Mary. She
had gone to a boarding sahool at some dis
tance, and was not expected home till the
following May. I uttered one sigh to the
memory of my little blue•eyed playmate,
and then called myself "a man again."
"In a year," I thought, as the vehicle
whirled away from our door—"tn a year,
or three years at the very most, I will re
turn, and, if Mary is as pretty as she used
to be, why then, perhapli I may marry her.
And thus I settled the future of a young
lady whom I had not seen for four years.
I never thought of the possibility of her
refusing me—never dreamed that she wo'd
not condescend to acnept my oiler.
But now I know that, had Mary met me
then, the would have devised me. I'ei•
haps, in the scented and affected student, I was not yet lost, and though another bad
she might have found plenty of sport ; but secured life's choicest blessing, many a joy
as for loving me or feeling the slightest remained for me in this dear sanctuary of
interest in me, I should have perhaps found 1 a home.
I was mistaken, 1 There were four other inmates of the
India was my salvation, not merely be- room who had risen on my sudaen entry.
cause of my success, but because my Ia- One was the blue eyed child whom I had
borions industry had counteracted the evil already seen, and who now stood beside
in my nature, and made me a better man. Frank Cheater, clinging to his hand.--
When at the end of three years I prepared Near by stood Lizzie Moore, Mary's eldest
to return, I said nothing of the reform-I sister, and in a distant corner, to which she
Lion in myself which I knew had taken had hurriedly retreated when my name
place. • ; was spoken, stood a tall and slender figure
"They loved me as I was," I murmured ! half hidden by the heavy window curtain
to myself, "and they shall find out them• that fell to the floor.
selves whether lam better worth loving When the first rapturous greeting was
than formerly." over, Lizzie led me forward with n timid
I packed tip many a token from that' grace, and Frank Chester grasped my
land of romance and gold, tor the friends I hand.
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hoped to meet. The gift for Mnry Moore "Welcome home, my boy!" he said with
! I selected with a beating heart; it was a loud, cheerful tones I remember so well.
ring of rough, virgin gold, with my name "You have changed so that I should never
and hers engraved inside—that was all, have known you. Hut no matter for that;
and yet the sight of the little toy strangely your heart is in the right place, I know."
thrilled me as I balanced it upon the top of ~ H ow can you say he is changed?" said
Imy finger. my mother. gently. "To be sure, he looks
To the eye of others it was but a small older and graver, and more like a man,
plain circlet, suggesting thoughts, perhaps than when he went away, but his eyes and
by its elegance, of that beautiful white smiles are the same es ever. It is that
hand that was to weer it. But tome—how heavy beard that changes him. He is my
much was embodied there ! A loving boy still!"
smile on a beautiful face—low words of "Ay, mother," I answered sadly, "I am
welcome—a future home, and a sweet smi- I , your boy still."
ling face—a group of merry children to
climb my knee—all these delights lie hid
den within that little ring of gold.
CIIAPTEkt 11.
Tall, bearded and sun-bronzed, I knock
ed at the door of my father's house. The
lights in the parlor windows and the hum
of conversation and cheerful laughter, told
me that company were assembled there.
I hoped my sister Lizzie would crime to
the door, and that I might greet my family
when no strange eye was looking curious
ly on.
But no ; a servant answered my sum
mons. They were too merry in the par
lor to heed the long absent one when he
asked tot admittance. A bitter tho't like
this was passing through my mind, as I
heard the sounds from the parlor : and saw
the half suppressed smile upon the serv
ant's face.
I hesitated for a moment before I made
myself known, or asked after the family, "Hullo!" cried Frank, with a sudden-
But while I stood silent, a strange appart- , ness that made me start violently, I have
Lion grew up before me. From behind the forgotten to introduce you to my wife. I
servant peered out a small golden head— believe you and s he used to be playmates
a tiny, delicate torm followed, and a swef -i , in your 3 oung days—eh, Harry ?" and
childish face, with blue eyes, was lifted tip he slapped me on the back. "For the
to mine—so like to those of one who had sako of old times, and because you were
brightened my boyhood, that I started back i not here at the wedding, I'll give you leave
with a sudden feeling of pain, to kiss ber once ; but mind, old fellow you
' , What is your name, my little one?" I are never to repeat the ceremony. Come,
asked, while the wondering servant held here she is, and I for once want to see how
the door. _ you will manage those ferocious mustaches
She lifted up her hand as if to shade her
eyes (I have seen that very attitude in an
other, in my boyhood, many and many a
time,) and answered to a sweet, hird•like
voice :
"Mnry Moore."
"And what elsel" I asked quickly.
"Mary Moore Chester," lisped the child.
My heart sank down tike lead. Here
was an end to all the bright dreams and
hopes of my youth and manhood. Frank
Chester, my boyish rival, who hod often
tried, and tried in vain, to usurp my place
beside the girl, had succeeded at last, and
had won her away from me ! This was
his child—his child and Mary's.
I sank, body and soul, beneath this blow.
And, hiding my face in my hands, 1 lean
ed against the door, while my heart wept
tears of blood. The little one gazed at me
grieved and amazed, and put up her pret
ty lip as if about to cry, while the perplex
ed servant stepped to the parlor door, and
called my sister out, to see who it could be
that conducted himself co strangely.
I heard a light step, and a pleasant voice
saying :
'Did you wish to see my father, sir?"
I looked up. There stood a very pretty,
sweet•faced maiden of twenty, not mu".h
changed from the dear little sister I had lo
ved so well. I looked at her for a moment
and then, stilling the tumult of my heart
by a mighty effort, I opened my arms and
said :
"Lizzie, don't you know me ?"
"Harry ! Oh, my brother Harry!" she
cried, and threw herself upon my breast.
She wept as though her heart would break.
I could not weep. I drew her gently
into the lighted parlor, and stood with her
before them all.
There was a rush aid cry of jog, and
than my father and mother sprang toward
me, and welcomed me home with heartfelt
tears. Oh, strange and passing sweet is
such a greeting to the wayworn wanderer.
And as I held my dear old miller to my
heart, and grayed my father's hand, while
Lizzie still clung beside me, l felt that all
" LIBNETY AND UNION, NOW AND rovivsa, ONN AND INBNPARABLN. "
HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 20, 1857.
Heaven help me ! At that moment I
felt like a boy, and it would have been a
blessed relief to wept upon her bosom, as
I had d"ne in infancy. Hut I kept down
the beating of my heart and the tremor of
my lip, nod answered quietly, as I looked
in his full handsotne face : •
"Yod have changed, too, Frank, but I
think for the better." .$
"Oh, yes ! thank yow for that compli
ment," he answered, with a I.ear•y laugh.
"My wife tells me I grow handsomer ev
ery day!" • •
His'wife ! Could 1 hear that name and
keep silence still ?
! "And have you seen my little girl?" he
added, lifting . the infant in his arms and
kissing her crimson cheek. "I tell you,
Harry, there is not such another in the
! world. Don't you think she looks very
much as her mother used 1"
"Very much," I faltered.
of yours in the operation.
fie pushed Lizzie, laughing and blush
ing towards, me ! A gleam of light and
hope, almost too dazzling to bear, came ov•
er me, and 1 cried out before 1 thought :
'lsiot Mary !"
I must have betrayed my secret to eve
ry ono in the r Jom. But nothing was said,
Even Frank, in general so obtuse, was this
time silent. I kissed the fair cheek of the
young wife, and hurried to the silent fig•
ure looking out from the window.
"Mary—Mary Moore," I said, in a low,
eager voice, "have you no welcome to give
the wanderer ?"
She turned and laid her hand in mine,
and murmured hurriedly :
am glad to see you here, Harry,"
Simple words : and yet how blessed they
made me ! I would not have yielded up
that moment for an emperor's crown !
For there was the happy home group, and
the dear home fireside, and there sweet
Mary Moore ! The eyes I had dreamed
of by day and night worn fulling before the
ardent gaze of mine ; and the sweet face
I had so longed and prayed to see was
there before me! I never knew the mean
, ing of happiness till that moment came !
Many years have passed since that tap
py night, and the hair that was dark and
glossy then is fast turning gray. I sin
growing to be an old man, and can look
back to a long and happy, and I hope a
well-spent life. And yet. sweet as it has
been, I would not recall a single day, for
the love that made my manhood so bright,
shines also upon my white hairs.
An old man ! Can this be so ? At
heart I am as young as ever. And Mary,
with her bright hair parted smoothly from
a brow thrt has a slight furrow upon it, is
still the Mary of my early days. To me,
she can never grow old, nor change. The
heart that held her in infancy, and shelter
ed her in the flush and beauty of woman
hood, can never cast her out till life shall
cease to warm it. or even then, for love
still lives above.
Outer Nits.
Legislative Mathematios.
During the last winter the upper branch
of the Legislature of Minnesota got into a
"dead lock" from, a very odd cause, and
the territorial Solons had a very funny
time while it lasted. The event grew out
of a sharp and pertinacious controver
sy in regard to the location of the capital.
A call of the Council occurred, when all
were reported present save the Pembina
member. It was moved that further pro
ceedings under the call be dispensed with,
which was lost by a vote of 9 to 5, requi
ring a two-third vote to dispense with fur
ther proceedings. The Sergeant-at-Arms
was required to report the Hon. Joseph
Rolutte in his seat. He accordingly star-I
ted for Pembina on foot, a distance six hun- ,
dred miles. From some real or imagina
ry rule of the Council, in such case made
and provided, so long as the vote stood in
stunt quo, that august body was tied up—
bound hand and foot—absolutely incapable
of doing any business whatever, or even of
an adjournment. This was a - funny as
well as an awkward predicament; but nei
ther side would yield. Various expedients
were resorted to by the members to "kill
tiipe." Refreshments were ordered, and
laugh and joke went round, and a right
jolly time was had. The worthy President
—says the St. Anthony Express, from
which we derive this account—when other
amusements failed, having observed that
some of the members has quite a mathe
matical turn, proposed the following prob
lem for solution :
"A certain Legislative hody, consisting
of 15 members is composed of a certain
number of mules, a certain number of don
keys, and 1 colt. If I be added to the
number of mules, they will equal two-thirds
of the donkeys ; if I be added to the num
ber of donkeys, they will be double the
number of mules. Required, the number
of mules and donkeys."
Six members worked assiduously on
this problem from goetday noon to Wed
nesday night, when one of the number, al
ter some extra refreshments, suddenly ex
claimed "Eureka !" The President gave
him a piece of red chalk, and ordered him
up to demonstrate the proposition on the
i wall, which he did successfully as follows;
Let x=uumbrr of mules.
" y==iiiiiiiher of donkeys.
Then, by the terms of the proposition,
x x 1 (colt)=-2y
And y . 4 1 (Cult)=2x
Let us eliminate)/ and No hare
3x
Again, transposing 1 (colt) wo have
•
But, things that are equal to the same thing
are equal to each other; therefore
3.r a 3=2x-1
Clear of fractions and we have
3.vw 3=4x-2
Transpose, and we have
• dx•-3x=x=3 2=5
Therefore x=s the number of mules,
And 15-s=lo the number of donkeys,
minus 1 colt =9 the number of donkeys.
Quoit erat dernonetrandum.
'Correct, sir, take your seat. _ Gentlemen
let us now adjourn.'
And the Council did thereupon adjourn.
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Preparing for a Daguerreotype.
A brace ol•lovyers,' anxious to secure
each other's 'shadows ere the substance fa
ded, stepped into a Daguerreotype estab
lishment recently, to sit for their 'picture.'
The lady gave precedence to her swain,
who, she said, 'had got to be tuck first, and
raal natral.' He brushed up his tow head
of hair, gave a twist or two at his necker
chief, asked hie gal if his shirt collar stood
about X, and planted himself in the opera
tor's chair; he soon assumed the phystog
nomical characteristics of a poor mortal in
in a dentist's hands about to part with one
pf his eye-teeth.
'Neow, dew look party oegged the
lady, casting at him one of her most lan
guishing glances.
The picture. was taken, and when pro
duced it reminded the girl, as she expres
sed it, 'jilt how Josh looked when he got
over the measles I' and as this was not an
era in her suitor's history particularly wor
thy of her oomtnemoration, she insisted
that 'he should stand it again.' Ho obey
ed, and she attended him to the chair.
'Josh,' said she, list look again', and
then kinder don't.'
The poor fellow tried to follow tho ind
nite injunction.
she cried, 'you lonic all puckered
up'
One direction followed another, but with
as little success. At last growing impa
tient, and becoming desperate ; she resolved
to try an expedient, whioh she considered
infallible, and exclaimed, 'I don't keer if
there is folks around.' She enjoined the
operator to stuud at his camera ; ahe thou
leaped into her feller's lop and placed her
arms about his neck ; and managed to cast
a shower of flaxen ringlets as a scree!' be
tween the operator and her proceedings,
which, however, were betrayed by a sun
cession of amorous sounds, which revealed
her. expedient. When this 'billing and
cooing' had lasted a few minutes, the cun
ning girl jumped trom Josh's lap, and,
clapping her hands, cried to the astonished
artist, 'Now you've got him ! put him
through I'
A Stump Anecdote.
A Tennessee paper, we believe, is cul
pable in the following
A distinguished Old Line Whig of Mein
phis, who never joined to the American
order, but who canvassed Tennesse for
"Fillmore and Donelson and the Union."
used to account, on the stump for his rela
tion to the American party, by telling the
Widow Neppins Anecdote." Widow
Neppins was "a pillar" of the Methodist
Church in the neighborhood where she
lived ; but with many of the qualities so
becoming in a Christian, she possessed far
more of the yortiter in re" than of the
"stazeiter in modo"—in fact, nut ti put
too fine a point upon it, she was as 'crab.
bed" as she well could be. Well :—once
upon a time, a great revival broke out a
mong the Methodist in the Widow's neigh
borhood. 01 course the widow attended;
and, though participating after her un
bending fashion—that is as if fed on ram
rod soup—she never failed to occupy her
place on the "amen" benches. One eve
ning, after a moat copious outpouring of
grace, and when the new converts and
zealous members were running over with
enthusiasm, one of the preachers struck
tip a jubilant song and started round to
shake hands with the brethern and sis'ers,
as is usual on such occasions. Finally
he came to the Widow Neppins, whom,
while shaking hands, he accosted with 'O,
sister Neppins don't you love the Lord?'
The widow withdrew her hand, quickly,
and pursing upkr mouth replied in her
usual curt manner—"/ aint got vothin'
again Him ."
isctlianß.
A Romance Story.
The following story from the Paris cor•
respondent of the New York Times, will
serve to show the rapid manner in which
the Russian Government does nn act of
justice. Some eighteen months ago a
Miss Ward, of one of our Southern States
was married at Florence to Polish Count,
with n very unpronounceable name. * Af
ter residing with her three weeks lie took
French leave one fine morning, taking
with him his wife's jewels. He left a let
ter behind him stating that the marriage
was invalid, from the fact that no Russian
subject could be legally married except by
the Gre.-ic service. Of course the lady was
in great consternation, and at the time of
the coronation of the Czar, she, with her
mother, went to St. Petersburg. Mr. Sala,
the principal writer for Dieken's House
hold Words, drew up a petition for her to
the Russian Government, and it was pres
ented by Mr. Seymour, our minister.—
The case was laid before the Emperor and
an order was issued to the Russian Min
ister at Naples, where the Count was liv
ing, for his arrest. He was seized by the
Neapolitan police, at the expense of Rus
sia carrried to Warsaw. whore the lady
and her friends were waiting, marched in
to a church by a posse of policeman and
was there compelled to stand up before
the altar and be married in due form.—
His wife, then the Countess, turned to
him as soon as the oeremony was over,
made a formal bow, and bade him adieu
for ever. The Count was sent to Siberia,
his property confiscated, his wife retain
ing one-third by law. Tho faintly imme
diately left for Italy where they are now
spending the winter.
Young Lady in a Serape—Hoops and
High Heels in Church.
The Richmond Whig says : A few
Sundays ago, a modest young gentleman
of our acquaintance attended morning ser
vice, in one of our fashionable churches.
He was kindly shown into a lUxuriously
cushioned pew,.and had- hardly settled
himself, and taken an observation of his
neighbors, before a young lady entered,
and with a graceful wave of the hand pre
venting our friend from rising to give her
place, quietly sunk into a seat near the
end. When a hymn was given out she
skillfully found the page, and, with a sweet
smile that set his heart a thumping, hand
ed her neighbor the book. The minister
raised his hands in prayer, and the fair
girl knelt; and this posture most perplexed
her friend to know which tuo<t to admire,
her beauty or her devoutness. Presently
the prayer was concluded, and the emigre.
gation resumed their seats. Our friend
respectfully raised his eyes from the fair
form he had been so earnestly scanning,
lest when she looked up, she should detect
him staring at her. After a couple see.
onds he darted a fugitive glance at hs
charmer, and was astonished to see her
still on her knees ; he looked closely and
saw that she was much affected, trembling
in violent agitation, no doubt from the elo
quent power of the preacher, Deeply
sympathizing he watched her closely. Her
emotion became more violent; reaching
her hand behind her, she would consul.
sively grasp her clothing, and strain, as it
were, to rend the brilliant fabric of her
dress. The sight was exceedingly painful
to behold, but he still gazed, like one en
, tranced, with wonder and astonishment.
After a minute, the lady raised her race,
heretofore concealed in the cushion, and
with her hand, made an unmistakable bec
kon to her friend. He quickly moved a
long
the pew toward her. and inclined h.s
ear as she evidently wished to say some
;. .
'Please help me sir," she whispered,
"my dress has caught, ond 1 can't get up."
A briet examination revealed the difficul
ty; the fair girl wore fashionable high•heel
ed shoes; kneeling upon both knees, these
heels of course stuck out at right angles ;
and in this position the highest hoop of
the new fangled skirt caught over them,
and thus rendered it impossible for her to
raise herself or straighten her limbs. The
more she struggled the tighter she was
bound ; so she was constrained to call for
help. This was immediately if not scien
tifically rendered ; and when the next
prayer was made, she merely inclined
herself upon the back of the front pew,
thinking no •doubt, that she was not in'
praying costume.
The Sun Flower as a Preventative of
Yev - er and Ague,
Lieut. M. F. Maury writes to the Rural
New forker an account of an experiment
he has made in the cultivation of the sun
flower as a means of preventing "chills and
fever." He had noticed that the negroes
at the south cultivate this plant round their
pig sties, under the idea that they "make
it healthy" in the neighborhood. He was
also aware that belts of trees around infec
ted places were deemed to have the eflect
of purifying the atmosphere. The locality
of the observatory at Washington was one
at which people were very subject to fever
and ague every season. Last year Lieut.
M. had a belt, about 45 feet broad and 150
to 200 yards from the buildings, prepared
and planted with the sun-flower, which
grew finely. The result was that none of
the people engaged on the premises were
I attacked with “shakes," although the die
ease was universally prevalent in the vici
nity. This is said to have been the first
year of exemption since the Observatory
was built. A repetition of the culture of
the plant for several years may settle
something in regard to its sanitary influ-
A Desperate Act.
Cul her hand off—On Wednesday
night last, the 22d of April, says the
Boousboro (Md.) Odd Fellow, a colored
woman, rged about 20 years, the property
of Susan Gray, residing some four miles
from this place, under the impress= that
she was to be sold South, deliberately took
an axe and laid her left hand on the root
of a tree and choped it so near off that it
hung but by a little skin. She made six
cuts, at different places, all of which, save
one, went nearly through. A ftercommit
ting the act she crawled under the bake
oven, where she was found the next mor
ning, completely prostrated from the loss
of blood. But for the coldness of the
night, causing the blood to coagu
late, she must have bled to death. The
hand was token off above the wrist, by
Dr. 0. J. Smith, and brought to town,
and was the cause of attracting crowds to
the Doctor's office. Such a determined
act at maiming we have seldom, if ever,
heard of:
DECIDEDLY Coon.—One of the most sin.
gular pieces of coolness ryas evinced during
the shooting affair, by an old Free State
man armed Porterfield. He had been
standing on the platform when the shooting
began. One of the bullets grazed his hip.
inflicting a mark like a whip, and two oth
er balls cut his clothes. believe they
are sh ooting at me,' said the old man, thin
king it too close for stray balls, He then
took out his spectacles, composedly wiped
thorn with his handkerchief, and having
carefully adjusted them, took out an eight
inch revolver, and took deliberate aim at
Ex-Sheriff Jones, saying that he should
hold him responsible for any more hullets
that should come his true.
VOL. XXII. NO. 20
Murders,
On Thursday night, of last week, Geo.
Wilson and his sister, who lived alone in a
house near McKeesport, Allegheny coun
ty, Pa., were murdered in a very shocking
manner, and then robbed. Charlotte Jones,
(a niece of Mr. Wilscn,) Henry Fife, Mon
roe Stewart, and a man named Gardner
have been arrested as the murderers.—
Charlotte Lab made a confession, detailing
the particulars, acknowledging these rnen
murdered them, and that with threats they
compelled her to go with them. They
are in jail, awaiting trial. Charlotte im
plicates her brother William, and says that
he and a man named James Williams had
murdered Mr. White near Washington,
and robbed him of about *750.
From the above testimony of Charlotte,
as to the murder of Mr. White, search
was made and Wm. Jontr, was arrested
and is in prison, awaiting examination and
trial. Williams is still at large. Charlotte
says her brother made a living by killing
and stealing, and that he had often told
her be would kill a man any time for 85
Williams and Jones broke jail lately, at
Washington—the latter having been im.
prisoued for attempting to poison a boy, in
order to secure about SO he had in his
, possession.
At Cleveland, on the morning of tilt Ist
inst., the body of a young man named Ow
en Murray, of Warrensville, who has gone
to that city a day or two before, and was
drinking and gambling, was found with
his hands tied behind his back, and had
been thrown over a wall near Lucas' Brc
wary. Ile had evidently been murdered.
A Canada Biohlp's Idea of a Cruel In
discretion.
The Toledo Weekly Messenger says,
that Rev. T. Creen, Rector of St. Marks.
in Nicaragua, C. W. was some weeks
since suspended ler life, for adultery with
one of his parishoners. The sentence of
Bishop Strachan, of Toronto, was, that
he should be suspended, but should keep
his title of rector till January following,
and then retire from the episcopacy on
a life pension of $4OO a year ! The rec
tor's assistant, Rev. Mr. Reynolds, refu
sed to be present at Mr. Creen's servicC,
of communion, and gave as a reason for
it the adulterous and drunken life of the
rector. The scandal thus became public.
Bishop Strachan had to take notice of it
—a trial was ordered—Creen wan un_
gowned, yet pensioned, while poor Rey
nolds was adjudged guilty of "cruel indis
. cretion," as the Bishop expresses it, and
has been indefinitely suspended from cler
ical duty.
At Their Old Busineen.
As an evidence that David Wilmot is a pop
ular candidate with the masses, and that he is
regarded as a formidable opponent by the Lo
coil,co newspapers in the State, we need only
refer to the slanders and falsehoods that are al
ready hurled at him from this quarter. "Arch
apostate," "Black Republican," "Abolitionist,"
&c., are profusely applied, as if it is intended to
crush Lim in the beginning of the campaign-
Fortunate for the party which has placed Sir•
Wilmot in nomination and for the great inter
este of human rights, no man in Pennsylvanta
is snore able to defend himself from these ar•
saults and turn back upon his assailants the
poisoned arrows aimed at himself than Judge
Wilmot. He is thoroughly conversant with the
politics of the State, a powerful and eloquent
speaker, and he will make the slave-worship
ping, slave:driving Democracy wince on more
than one occasion in his speeches from the
stump, before the campaign is ended. They
may well fear his truthful stories and scorching
expositions of modern Democracy.
COALITION OF SOUTHERN BAPTISTS Axe illoo.
MONITES.—Who would have believed twenty
years ago, that any body of Christians would,
iu the nineteenth century, make a bold step to•
wards the Polygamists of 15tah. Surely no man
would then have believed that any individual,
pretending to believe pure doctrines of our.Sa•
viour, could for a moment give countenance to
the vileness and grossness and bestiality of the
human brutes of Utah. And yet a Committee
of the Carolina Baptista have deliberately re•
solved that when a slave husband has been soli
to a now toaster, he may marry a new wile, and
thus have a new wife for every new 'nester.
Thus it is first argued that Christianity justifies
slavery, and as slavery justifies the selling of
men like cattle, and lawfully leads to Polygamy
so that Christianity, according to the teaching
of these Carolina doctors, justifies Polygamy.
What will the Presbyterians of Carolina say to
this ? Will they endorse the teachings of their
neighbors? Will thee sing dumb? Of course
they will not condemn a practice which is so
profitable to the alaveholder.
Mr A darkoy having been to Califor
nia, thus speaks of his introduction to San
Francisco:—
..As soon as dey landed in the ribbar,,
dar mods began to wetter to be on land,
and soon as day waded to de shore, dey
dod'nt see any goold, but dey fout)d, such.
a large supply of non to eat, dat det
gums cracked like baked - clay in'a
yard "