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[D. A. Imp:nu:it, EniToit AN,D PROPRIETOR.
VOL. XVIII.-9.1
NEW SPRING GOODS.
.I,IIDDLECOFF
lIAS just received from .Philade Ipli is
large and well selected stock 91 Brit
ish, French, and .Imerican
of the newest styles and richest designs
ALSO—GROCERIES,
Hardware ; Queensivare,Gloves
HOSIERY, BONNETS,
LIMULg o C94TO D 23 3 val®ato
at unusually low prices ; making his as
sortment very full and complete, and to
which he respectfully invites the attention
of his friends and the public, believing . that
he will be able to offer them first-rateII'AR
GAINS, and which will give entire satis
faction.
Cquysburg, April 23.-4 t •
NEW GOODS.
CHEAPER , THAN EVER!
GEORGE ARNOLD
AS just received, and is now opening
II as LA It CI!: A STOCK OF FRESII
GOODS as has ever — TFeen offered to the
public in this place, and will be sold at the
very lowest prices—among which are
CHEAP
CIOIIIIS S TWCCdN, Cas4lnteirs,
Summer Cloths, and i
with almost every otl►er article calculated
for geutlei►►e u 's wear.
The Ladies' attention is
particularly invited to aseleetion of en tiful
•FkN'C'r-
- 0--
The hoUrs of my "childhoodhave gone
back to their old obliviousnessin eternity ;
youth is on the wing, fleeting—fleeting
fleeting. 'There is but .P. narrow shadow
lying between My- fonr,and the grave
;which it seeks—a veil of grey mist, that a
few to-days will dis Solve into—what ?
the sickening perfume of dead flowers, or
incense grateful to heaven ?
This is a beautiful, bright world, made
for pure beings. At its birth angels walk- -
cd among its cool shadows, bent to its
bright waters, and inhaled its perfumes ;
and they fled ,not, those holy ones, till
their wings drooped beneath the defiling
heaviness of sin. A false breath played
upon the brow of man ; heedlessly he open
ed hi s bosom to it ; and there it at once
nestled, a fatal poison, ever distilling ve
nom. Still the flowers blossomed ; still
the waters flashed and sparkled in' their
warm light ; still the breezes waved their
censors laden with rich perfume ; still the
birds carolled ; the stars smiled ; leaves
rustled, kiSsing each other lovingly; dews
slumbered in lilly bellii'and the hearts of
roses, and crept around witheringroots,
land revived fading petal'; the sun, and
the moon, and the silver twilight, each
wrought its own peculiar broidery on earth
and sky ; hut upon the flowers, on the
fresh leaves, and the waters, and the bree
zes, the gay beautiful birds, and the silent
dews, on sun, and moon, and stars, on all,
every thing on earth, rested the taint.. of
sin. In the morning of this litttle day of
time, what more deliciously sweet than to
recline among the blossoming luxuriance
of Eden, and worship God, there in his
own temple ? It was the oblec i t of life to
enjoy its own blissfulness, and praise him.
who gave it. But when, on the whisper
of the Tempter, sin, came, it brought a
change. The poison had hid itself a
mong all the beautiful things we most love,
engendering thorns and producing discord :
lit festered in our hearts—reveled in our
veins, and polluted our lips, until the an
gels veiled their faces in disgust, and man
was left with "no eye to pity, no arm to
save." Then from the dense cloud broke
forth a ray of glory ; a crowned Head
looked out in pity ; divine lips bent to the
poisoned wound ; and lost, ruined man
found a Savior.' Ile was heralded by an
gels ; angels are still whispering, "Look !
look! live!" That Savior is standing with
love-beaming eyes and arms extended ; but
men are blind and cannot see his beauty.
Shall I sit down among thy 'flowers, sweet
Alderbrook, while my Redeemer is dis
honored, and my brethren, the sons of 1
those who walk d with God in Eden, die.'
"Faultless, t Ainded."—"The just God ,
will not be a g - ry with those who, not
knowing, have not loved him.-;%.--Airho has I
said it - ? 1-.
Ali ! "The invisible things of Him
from the creation of the world are clearly j
sera, being understood by the things that i
I «remade, even his eternal power mil God-1
THOSE persons who have engaged' head; so that they are without excuse."
to furnish the Subscriber with i IThe beautiffil page of hill, and dale, and sky
11 - O,OD, on account, are reonested to de- ;is spread open to all. Igo to teach my
liver it immediately at his Foundry, other- i brother how to read it. .
wise lie will expect the money. Those I Dear, beautiful Alderhrook . !-Ihaveloved
interested will please intend to the above ' thee as I shall never love any other thing
promptly. Ithat I;may.not meet after the sun of Time
THM W
.
OAS• ARREN., I
is set. Everything, front the
strong old
Gettysburg, April 23.—tf ' - - I tree that wrestles with the tempest, down ,
---------- -.i to fit - Camber moss-cup cradling the tiny in
-10 liLACKSIIIITIIS. 1-sect A its roots, and the pebble sleep- ,
THE subscribm-s have on hand a v ery ,' ing. al the bottom of the brook—everything'
large stock of ST ONE COA L, ' about the tree is laden with its own peen- I
which they will dispose of low by the sin- !liar lesson. Thou art a rare book, my
gle bushel or otherwise, at their Coach- I Alderbrook, written all over by ihe Crca ,;
making Establishment. ' ' i tor's finger. Dearly do I love the' holy 1
el
DANNER & ZIEGLER, 1 truths upon thy pages ; but I may not`
March 12._at,i ; [dwell 'mid flowers and music ever ; and I .
, •
AMONG . UIIICR ARE
Plaid, Striped, and Plain Silks,
Ginghams, Lawns, Illus. Dehitins,
SHAWLS, 130NNETS, AND
• - BONNET
with almost every article in his line of
business.' Please call, examine, and judge
for yourselves. - N .
Gettysburg, April 9.—tit
I~ddTIN ST AR it I I 'l' AG:
bats, of the latest. Style,
AN be had at the Hat Establishment
of J. J. BALDWIN, in South Bal
timore street, a few doors above the Post
Office, and next door to Wampler's Tin
ning Establishment, Tux PER cusT CHEAP
ER than at any other Hat Establishment in
town—embracing Fine Nutria Bearer,
Fine and Ohl Men's Broad
brims, and a good assortment of
e c n and
SUMMER HATS,
all of which he is authorized to sell low
for cash or country produce, if delivered
immediately.
J. J. BALDWIN, :Igen!.
Gettysburg, March 19, 18;177-3in
COUNTY TREASURER.
N compliance with the request °fa num
ber of friends, I respectfully present
myself as a candidate for the office of
COUNTY TREASURER and solicit the
nomination at the next Whig-County Con
vention. G.E olt E LITTLE.
flay 7. .
AT the suggestion of a imbiber of
friends, I olrer myself as a candidate
for the ollice of COUNTY TRE.RSU
RBI?, and respectfully ask from my broth
er 'Whigs a nomination for the-lace at
their regular Convention.
ROBERT G. HARPER.
;Gettysburg, April 16, 1817.—tf
171 4 NCOUR AGED by the suggestions
j1 . 1 _4 of ninuerous friends, I. hereby an-
Dounce myself a candidate; for the office of
COUNTY:TR EA SUR ER, subject to the
decision of the \Vhig County Convention.
Should my political friends deem me
worthy- of their confidence, and elect me
to the (ace, its duties will he promptly ,
and faithfully discharged.
..1110MAS WARREN.
Gettysburg, April 23, 1847—if
I N accordance with the wishes of nu-'
inerous friends, I offer myself as a can
didate for the Office of COUNTY TR Ed-
SURER, and respectfully ask the nomi
nation for that 011iee at the next regular
Whig County . Convention.
JOHN lIN EsTocK.
Gettysburg, April 23, 1847.-- : 4
WOOD WANTED.
[ From the National Era
A DRE:OI OF SUMMER.
Ell=
BLAND as the morning breath of June,
- The South-west breezes play ;
And, through its haze, the Winter noon
Seems warm as Summer's day.
The snow-plumed A ngel of thOiortlt
Has dropped his icy spear ;
Again the mossy cal th looks forth,
Again the streams gush clear.
The fox his hill-side cell forsakes—
The muskrat leaves his nook,
The blue-bird in the meadow brakes
Is singing with the brook.
"Bear up, 0 Mother Nature !" cry
Bird, breeze and streatrilet free,
Our Winter voices prophesy
Of Sunni= dayS to thee !"'
So, in those winters of the soul,
By hitter blasts and drear
Werkwept front Memory's frozen pole,
Will sunny dayg appear.,
_ Reviving Hope and Faith, they show
The Soul its living . powers,
And now beneath the Winter's snow
Lie germs of Summer flowers !
The Night is Mother . of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fQI ;
For God who loveth all His works,
Has left His Hope with all !
The following beautiful reflections, by "Fanny
Forrester," now wife of Rev. Dr. Judson, Missiona
ry to Burma!), appear to have been written in con-
temptation of her mission. We pity the heart that
is not moved by reading therri :
FAREWELL TO A LDERBROOK.
RE PANNE FORRESTER
"Farewell!
may not dwell , •
'Mid flowers and music ever."
GETTYSBURG, PA. FRIDAY EVENING, MAY 14,1847.
i go hence, bearing another, choicer book in [From theZNy Journal of Temperance.
my hand, and echoing the words of the an- THE. DRUI.OaRD'S DAUGHTER.
gels, "Look ! look ! live !" . Those who have .freqen t occasion to pass
I stand on the verge of the brook, which through Congress street, to and from their
seems to me more beautfiul than any brook'i daily avocations, may have observed a low
upon earth, and take my last survey of the grog-shop, labelled '"Grocery," at one of
home of my infancy. The' cloud which the corners, around whose portals,,some
has been hovering above the trees on the dozen of rum-marked loafers wait morning,
verge of' heaven, opens ; the golden light noon, and night, for that lucky godsend, a
gushes forth,bathing the hill top, and stream- treat.
ing down its green declivity even to my The locales of such places need not be
fret ; and I accept the encouraging omen. defined on paper, as every passer-by can
The angel of A Iderbrook, "the mints tering determine them at first sight, without the
spirit" sent by the Almighty, blesses use. i aid of a pocket manual. Like volcanic
Father in heaven, thy blessing, ere I go. fires, there existence is marked by desola-
Hopes full of glory, and oh, most sweet- tion, and woe to those who linger long in
ly sacred ! look out upon me from the fu, time vicinity ;
ture ; but, for a moment, their beauty is But we must be extuscd from partieu
clouded. My heart is heavy with sorrow. larizing, farther than to add that 'the one
The cup at my lip is very bitter. Heaven in question is not always indebted to the
help me ! Whiter hairs- are bending in lowest class of tipplers for custom. Now
submisive grief, and age dimmed eyes are and then, one enters of whom the world
wade dimmer by the gathering tears. r -- expects better things : and their support
"Voting spirits have lost their joyousness, enables those who minister within,to write
young lips forget their smile, and bounding "respectable" lion their traffic.
hearts and bounding feet art stilled. Oh, One cold evening, during last winter, as
the rending tics, knitted at the first opening, several 'torsions were returning home from
of the' infant's eye and strengthened by ! a lecture at the Athenaeum, they observed
numberless acts of , love, is a sorrowful a little girl about nine years old standing
thing ! To. make the grave the only door upon the steps, and looking.through - a - bro
to a meeting with those in whose bosoms keilpain of glass into `'the shop. "What
we nestled, ir. whose hearts we. trusted k fig can she want at such an hour ?" was the
before we knew how precious was love involuntary question of each as they hast
and trust, brings with it an overpoweiing ened on without waiting for a reply. Had
weight of solemnity. But a grave is they but listened, that poor shivering chill
yawningforeach one of us ; and is it much ' could have told a talc of woe unsurpassed
to choose whether we sever the tiq i that in our city annals of wretchedness.
binds here, to-day, or lie down to-mor,4w ? One, two, three, four, five, and so on
Ali, the "weaver's shuttle,"-is-flying ; the to ten, struck the city clocks, but there she
flower of the grass is withering; time span i stood. Chatter, chatter, chatter, went her
is-almost measured ; the tale nearly told ; I teeth, yet she stirred not from her post.—
the dark valley is before us—tread we with
,The poor thing gathered her thin shawl_
care ! abOut her, and curled.down upon the door
My mother, we may neither of us close, step to shelter her stockingless feet.from
the other's darkened eye, and fold the cold ; the piercing cold. Chatter, chatter, still
hands upon the bosom; we may neither-13f went the teeth, and shier, shiver, shiver,
us watch the sod greening and withering ! every nerve in her poor clad frame. What
above the other's ashes ; but there are du-1 wanted she ? Look within. There, on
ties for us even more sacred than these.--; that low stool with his hat drawn down,
But a few stepsonother—difficult the path and his chin resting on his bosom, sits a
may be, but very bright—and then we put I m m in - the mpridian of life. The stupor of
on the robe of immortality, and meet to drtmknnessis upon him and he has forgot
part nevermore. And we shall not Ile ten that he is not in his own home. See!
apart even on earth. There is an electric Ihe starts and smiles ;no ! 'tis a half maud
chain passing from heart to heart through lin leer. Ile is dreaming. Ile fancies
the throne of the eternal ; and we may the merry song of a brother bpcchanal in
keep its links all brightly burnished by the hiS ears. Again it rings, but hark ! 'tis
breath of prayer. Still pray for me, mo- now a low plaintive wail. Lotuhir and
timer, as in days gone by. Thou bidst me louder it sounds, and at length its startling
go. The smile comes again to thy lip and shrillness awakens him. He has j risen
the light to thine eye, for thou bast pleas- I from his seat. Another,glass, and.;.he will
are in the sacrifice. Thy blessing! Fare- depart. ,
well, my mother, and „ye loved . ones of the Be staggers to the door. The watchful
same hearth stone ! sentry who has kept her guard withottt is
Bright, beautiful, dear Alderbrook, fare- ready to accompany The stupor
well. • has not lessened its hold upon his faculties
and as that half frozen child places her
thin lingers in his hot burning hand he
starts bark as though an adder had stung
him.
Vino SOMA: wis Tut: Peru:?—'There
xras a meeting_ of the flowers, and the
judge was appointed to award the prize of
beau ty.
"Who shall win the prize ?" asked the
rose, proudly rushjng toward the blushing
beauty, in full assure of its winning worth.
"\1•ho will w,in the prise ?" asked the
rest of the flowers; as they came lin ward,
each conscious of its attraction. and equal
ly sure of receiving the reward.
"I will take a peep at the us•seutblage,"
thought the violet, not intending to make
one of the company, "and,see the beAuties
as they pass."
Just as it was raising its modest head
from its humble and retiring corner, and
was looking in upon the meeting, the j udge
rose to render his decree.
"To the Violet," said he., "1" award the
prize of beauty,, for there is no trait more
rare—none more enchantingly Licautittil
than MODI;STY."
A C1 , 121017:3 CALCULATION.-- IV ha
billion ? The reply is very simple : anti!-
' lion dines a M inloll. This is quickly writ
ten, and more quickly still prohounced ;
but no man is able to count it. You may
count 100 or 170 a minute; but let us even
I suppose you may go as far as 200: - then
lan hour will produce 12,000, day 280,-
000, and a year of 365 days 105,120,000.
!Let us now suppose that Adam, at the be
ginning of his existence; had began to count,
had continued to do so, and was counting
still ; he would not even now, according to
the usually supposed age of our globe,
have counted near enough: I'or to count
a billion he would require 9,112 years l N2l
days, 5 hours, and 30 minutes,
NE WSIIOI - WIT.—A gentleman crossing
one of our city ferries the other day was
accosted by one of those peripatetic ven
ders, who are in shoals about all our pub
lic places, with "Buy Bulwer's last work,
sir ? only two shillin!" The gentleman,
willing to have a ,laugh with the urchin,
said, "Why, I ant Bulwer myself!" Oil
went the lad, and, whi,pering to another,
at a little distance, excited his wonder
ment at the.. information he had to impart.
Eyeing the pretended author of "Pelham"
with a kind of awe, he approached \ him
timidly, and, holding out a pamphlet, said
modestly, "Buy the 'Women of England,'
sir? Yonarenot Mrs.Bllis!" •
.01 . course
the proposed sale was effected.—N. York
. .
rit•The Sunday mail is goon to be dis
continued between Boston and -Worcester.
The only remaining Sunday mail in Mas
sachusetts will then be between Boston
anti Charlestown.
Burria.—This article was selling at
37>ra 40 cents per pound iw l the 'Philadel
phia/ market on taturday morning.
"FEARLESS AND FREE."
"It's only me, father!" exclaimed that
weary watcher, as she noticed his cold re
pulse, "It's only me ! I thought you might
be late and perhaps cold, and I have come
to see you home."
"You, Nell• ! what are you here for at
this time of night who sent you ?" asked
the half sobered man.
Mother sent me a good while ago. I did
not dare to go in, so I waited out here
fur von."
"Well; don't you conic again. It isn't,
proper for you to be out at this time of I
night."
Pinpdr ! how much propriety was
there in this reproof ? That child with
her warm heart clinging to all that was
once a kind father, could not forget that
but one week be!bre he had fallen into the
snow on his way hothe, and but for the
barking'of a dog, would have perished.
With no word of reply she walked silent
ly by his side through the long cold street,
till at length they reached their own door
in safety.
NV ithin, a lamp was still burning. A
pale-faced woman sat beside the stand
Sewing. The lire had long ago gone out,
but she worked on. • The morrow would
be Saturday, and her work must be finish
ed or the Sahli:ll4, would find them with
out bread. Not long ago,
,some .twelve
years perhaps, she left her father's house,
' a happy bride. Life seemed very beauti
ful. She looked upon the future as a fair
picture, and never dreamed that shadows
deep and long would fall upon its bright
ness.' But in an evil hour they came.—
'ler woman's heart hoped, and as year by
year clap Fed she,,still hoped on and prayed,
oh ! so fervently, that God would guide
the erring, and re:store to him his innocence
and truth. Children had been given her,
but want and — di - ease
. had laid them all
save one, in early grav6S. This one, Nel
ly, her first born, had been the father's idol'.
Before he bowed' at another altar, his heart
had cherished - her' as his chief treasure.—
His fall had been step by step, and his
heart had been weaned so gradually, that
she scarce missed his careases. It had
been, eh so long, since words of affection
had fallen from his lips,lliat she ceased to
expect them ; but her young heart, never
theless, yearned for a father's love. Upon
her mother's bosom she could weep nittlis.;
.turbed ; and her mother's tears mingled.
with her own as they together prayed God
that he would save him.
To-pight for the first time she had sent
her out to seek her father. Often and of
ten had she been to • the, door, and looked
up and down the Street forhet husband and
child. The weary hem. had passed, and
they came. 'That patient woman prayed •
•in secret, but no tears dimmed her eyes
when he returned. Words of affection
dwelt upon her tongue, but thb iron of bit
ter, bitter sorrow was burning meanwhile
in her very soul.
• "We've come, mother," said Nelly, as
she entered the door, "Father was hot
ready, and so I waited for him." •
"Yes, out of doors, this cold night !
don't you let her do it again. I can come
home without her," said 'her father, with
more sh3w of feeling than he had evinced
for months.
"Oh, it didn't hurt me, though it was
rather cold," said• the affectionattaild,
touched by her father's seeming kind
ness.
Chatter, 'chatter, chatter, still went her
teeth in spite of her eflorts to conceal the
fact that she was nearly frozen. The eye
of the mother caught the changing cheek
as it was red and pale by turns, and then
rested on the extinguished embers on the
hearth. There was no help for it. Nel
ly must go to bed cold. Her mother did
all that her destitute condition would allow,
to render her daughter comfortable, but
that was little.
Buoyed up by the hope, that perhaps
her father would not drink again, the . ex
hausted child buried her head in her pillow
mad_soon fell asleep. She slept, and-dream
ed that she sat with her mother in her
once comfortable home. Her father too
was there, and as he looked upon her, his
eves beamed with the love which had
lighted them in former years. - His words
fell upon her ear so soft and low, that she
drew near to listen. Oh, how full lei
heart seemed to be of happiness.---She
i drew nearer and was folded to his bosom.
Her joy was itoo great ; she sobbed aloud.
"Nelly Velly !" said her anxious
mother, “wake up, ,Nelly. What's the
' matter, child," continued she, as she Strove
to wake her.r'
But still she sobbed on. Frightened at
her unusual appearanse her mother strove
to rouse her husband. His faculties were ,
too dull to comprehend further than Nelly
was ill. He finally role from his bed up
on which-he had thrown Mime% and came
to her side. Stooping over, he placed his
hand upon her forehead, and gazejoiltge
her face. IL was thin and long! Her
eyes, oh ! how they stood out. , Was it
his once "pretty Nelly ?" Yes, there she
lay and still dreamed her head was pillow
ed on her fatl►er's breast. Ile drew her
to him, and as he did so the movement ap
peared to rouse her. She opened her eyes
and looked into his face, Throwing her
arms about hitu,, she exclaimed,!
"It was not a dream ihen, dear father?
10, we will be so happy !"
"Dreaming, Nelly ? 0, no, we are hroad
awake and have tried to waken you,'? said
her mother, who observed that some !won
derful change had come over her.
"And you,here too, mother ! Oh, how
happy we will be, how happy!" continued
Nelly. "I dreamed, father. Ugh ! how
cold it was. I dreamed I sat for a long,
long hour, on the cold door steps : the air
was very cold. My feet were almost fro
zen. I drew my shawl about them,'but
still they grew colder and colder. Many
people passed by, but none spoke to me.-
One, two, three, four, five, six - , seven, eight,.
nine, ten—struck the clock, and each time,
ugh ! how it made my heart quiver. I
thought I waited for you father, until it
seemed yon would never come. But you
are here. 0, father! father! mother weeps
sometimes, and it must be for joy, for you
arc here, dear father, arc you not ?"
~ ,Y es„Nelly, close by you," said her
father, thoroughly sobered, for his heart-
struck Wife, unable to listen to her ravings,
had fainted by her side. . .
"There, Nelly, let me go now," contin
ued he as he strove to unclasp her arms,
to obtain some . water for his wife:
“Good bye,” murmured the poor child,
as she fell back upon her pillow. tier
lips continued to move, and "good bye,
good bye," was whispered now and then,
as he made applications to restore her mo
ther.
Canso' ousness soon returned, and' with
it, the bitter certainty that her child was
(lying. Medical aid they were too poor to
obtain ; but kind hearted neighbors gather
ed round to do what they could:
The loving heart beat on, and the whis
pered words of poor Nelly were "so cold;
no r —so happy—good bye—father." It
was too much to bear. He had Csirsaken
her for his cups end as lie stood by and listen
ed felt his heart stirred within. "So cold"
- -ah how the words shivered him
vain l►e urged Le►' to rouse and speak to
him.
"Only once, Nelly," said he, "speak
onetti,"
cold! ugh! so cold, father," whis
pered the child.
• "Nelly, Nelly ! don't you hear your
father?"sobbed the mother as she press
ed her, daughter to her bosom.
"Yes mother, good bye, father! 'stay with
us and we will be so happy—so-ugh-;-
so col&" And so her' broken thoughts
were utfercd, no* dreaming of her early
home, and now of the long time at the grog
shop, door. Who could resist the touch
ing tenderness of the scene? • Bard hearts
Fete:incited, and vows were made, whether
inVe!brokett God only knovis.. All night
they watched by the'delirious Child.. To
,ards.Morning they succeeded in. soothing
her into asentle slumber. It) the anxiety:
,experienced' ill seemed to forget that
through diet'. long ; niglitno fire bad
burned-upon the hearth.. • '
TERMS—TWO DOLLAR' PEe'ANSILIM3
iro L E O.
I As the gay light of morning dawned,
Nally awoke, and raising herself up en
quired for her father. Ile was beside her.
She was frightfully .pale and her eyes
I seemed covered with a heavy film..` , !Clo-
I ser, father!' closer," whispered' idte,''..l
cannot see you, and mother too;iiihe here.
I Then, let me have your hands:` Now
promise rite father, you won't go there
again. You won't, will you'?"
"No, darling, never ! so help me ,heavi
en!" exclaimed her father, as he chisp
ed hod' mother and child in his arms and
bukst into tears.
“Thank God ! thank God, mother, fath
er won't do it any more and I shan't have
to go there again. Ugh! ao cold!" ad
ded she as a shiver ran through her frame.
It was her last effort. Nature was, ex
hausted. The true heart of that 'loving
child, broken by the keen sense of a fath
er's degradation, passed hence, and enter
ed the paradise of God. '
. • • • • • • •
Do you wonder, readec,,..with death so
near, that that besotted man roused him
self in yonder grog-shop, and hastened to
drown the memory of that fancied moan!
Do you wonder with the death-cord twin
ed about her heart he shrunk from her icy
touch.
The snows of winter now cover her
grave, but ere long the green grass wili
shoot up, and point heavenwards ; and 'as
he comes and bows himself above • her
resting place,. think you he will forget her
'dying words? "so cold!" Should his - vow
be broken anti ho return to his cups, think
you he will not sometimes feel that icy. hand
and remember the touching scenes of that
dreadful night, when. the pulses of a true
heart ceased to beat—a heart that while it
beat never grewcold towards him
Ah ! how many a young:creature, even
while I write, guilty of no sin; save that of
a drunkard's child, sits shivering by -a fire
less hearth and mutters.ough / 80 cold."'
Think you the tears of the thousandi
who have wept, and prayed, and suffered;
and died; are of - no account
,heferehim;
who notes a sparrow - iwhen it falls. .410- -
remember, ye who minister at unhallowed
altars, every true spirit sacrificed, cries to
God for vengeance; and sure: as there'll; a
God,. will recompense be rendered for the
deeds done in the body. • -
AFRAID OF THE _ B
ILAN uring the.,
!right of the oppoSition between the .twir
steamboat lines, running from the genne
beck to Boston, last summer, and just:as ;
the rival boats were making ready to start
a wagon hove, in sight, in whiph was an:
aocompanimentof band boxes add bundles,,
evidently equipped for a journey. ~ , The,
respective agents of the several lines
sprang towards her. "Take the Marshall,
alarm ?—fine boat." "Try the Penobscot,
new boat,-built last summer, commanded
by the favorite of everybody—Capt. --,
&e.&c. The boys and lotifersa
round ec hoed the claims of titeir favorites
in concert, "Hurrah .for the Penobscot,"
"Go the John Marehall." The old lady,
'fiho had probably never seen a steamboat,
before, and whose chief notion of the var
mints was connected with their boiler-buret-
ing propensities, was almost beside kw-,
self with terror, at the hubbub: .
"0, Lordy I wish I'd .never stirred a
step—lf I'd known there was to be such an .
awful time as this, I'm sure I would'at.—
The pesky bilers-•-,likitovir they'll burst.
every body's 'oak i after die, and nobody's:
'tending to 'cm. There, go right away all
of you, I'm going straight back. I 'couldn't
rest a wink for fear of them pesky tillers.",
"You need give yourself no anxiety.. en.
account of the boilers in the Marshall;".
said the agent of the M., "they are new
and sound, and couldn't be,madetoburat,"
"Are you sure Of it ?" s aid the old •
evincing symptoms of a, favorable, disposi-,
tion towards to the .Marshall"you.
a tryin' to practize on the craduality of a .
poor lone Woman, I hope?" ..
"No fear of ine—sound as a teakettle:
was the reply. .
The old -lady was about descending
from the wagon to embark in the Marshall,
when No. 2 stepped up.'
.
"Madam," said he,' in , a serious tone v •
Toney •
"no doubt the Marshall's boilers are sound
enough, but,the best boilers are . dingeroui
things. We know that a great many peo- .
ple have been killed by them—and eepeci 7
ally of.late—and took theboilers out Voter
bOat three weeks ago - !"
"You did," said she; "that's the boat
for me, then. Jemes (to the the
wagon,) pass out the.basket, and thelani
nefbox, and the umbrella, and the parasol
—and don't forget the new ahoettfatul
doughnuts under the' seat. Tell, Salty
went in
. a boat without biters, awl' she,.
need have no fears*of me.' • .
Goon NATURE.—Give us good nature d
cheerfulness and a sunny faesi and ytitt'
are Weicinne to the miser's gold. '''Some
persons look as if they always had s`ifin- -
egar cruet in their mouths, and.lt,Peppe!•'
box under.their noses .` Though as
smiling around them--bird s singing ab o ve
,
them and flowers blooming sale
their paths—they' cannot nr:',riithei tat ' i
not soften down the rupiah 6:itifi
~,:ii i
and partake of the ginispdjOy: , i,ir
, 5 ,,,
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Shame on them.!if"We iiolo4 - la Jii ‘ :
'ofsuch f orfiksiii'a4 .. l''
the society oil , .
for half the wealthof the . 111011 . iTer , n,' :
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