The Potter journal. (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, May 28, 1857, Image 1

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Thos. S. Chase,
To whom all Letters and Communications
the aid be addressed, to secure attention.
Term*-- Invariably in Advance:
per Annum.
Terms oF Advertising.
2 Square [lu lines j 1 insertion, - - - 5u
1 " " 3 " - - - $1 50
Each subsequent in-ertion less than 13, 25
I Square three mouths, ------- 250
1 14 six " ------- 4 00
1 44 nine " ------- 550
1 44 one year, - ... 6 OU
Rule and figure work, per sq., 3 ins. 3 00
Rvery auhicquent insertion, ----- 50
i Caluiun six months, ....... 18 00
i " 11 " 10 00
" " 7 00
1 44 per year, 30 00
1 " " " 1G 00
Administrator's or Executor's Notice, 200
Auditor's Notices, each, ----- -- 150
Sales, per tract, ----- - 150
Marriage Notices, each, ----- -- 100
Business or Professional Cards, each,
not exccdiug 8 lines, per year, - - 500 j
special and Editorial Notices, per line, 10
tar All transient advertisements must be j
paid in advance, and no notice will be taken
of advertisements from a distance, unless they
arc accompanied by the money or satisfactory
Business Carta.
Coudersport, Pa., will attend the several
Courts in Potter and M'Kean Counties. All
business entrusted in his care will receive
prompt attention. Office on Main st., oppo
site the Court House. 10:1
ATTORNEY AT LAW, Coudersport, Pa., will
rcg ilai Iv attend the Courts in Potter and
the adjoining Counties. 10:1
Coudersport. I'a.. will attend to all busincs.- j
entrusted to his care, with promptne* an . |
fidelity. Office in Temperance Block, sec- I
ou-1 floor, Ma n fit. 10:1
ATTORNEY AT LAW. Coudersport, Pa., will
attend to all buin ss entrusted to him. with
rare ami promptness. Office corner of Wes
and Third sts. 10:1
ATTORNEY AT LAW, Wellsboro', Tioga Co
Pa will attend the Courts in Potter an J
M'Kean Counties. 9:13
ATTORNEY AT LAW, Wellsboro', Tioga Co.
Pa., will regularly attend the Courts o
Potter County. 9:13 j
Muml P ()., (Allegany T,i.,) Potter Co., Pa., 1
will attend to all business 111 his line, with
fare and dispatch. 9:33
A.N'CKK, Nuielhport, M'Kean Co., Pa., will j
attend to business for non-resident land ;
bolder-, upon reasonable terms. Refercn j
ce* given if required- P. S.—Maps of an ;
part of the County made to order. 9:13 !
respectfully informs the citizens of the vil
1 age and vicinity that he will promply re
spond to all calls for professional services
Office on Main St., in building formerly oc
cupied by C. W Ellis, Esq. 9:22
Hard ware, Bo is A Shoes, Groceries and
Provision*, Main st., Coudersport, Pa.
Oils, Fancy Articles, Stationery, Dry Goods,
tiro erics, Ac., Main St., Coudersport, Pa.
nothing, Crockery, Groceries, Jtc., Main St..
Coudersport, Pa. 10:1
AZINES and Music, N. W. corner of Main
H 1 Third st ~ Gouder>port. Pa. 10:1
ZEWSi,LEv Cjju4crsjxrt, Pa., having engag
ed a window in ScboaijmJter A J*ckpu>
will cajry on the Watch and Jewelry
business there. A line assortment of Je •
elrv constantly on hand. Watches an 1 j
Jewelry carefully repaired, in the best style,'
n the rhortest notice—all work warranted, j
9:24 I
(succussoa TO JAUXS W. SMITH,)
WARE, Main St., nearly opposite the Court
80-ist, Coudersport, Pa. Tin an i Sheet
!*on Ware made to order, in good style, on
•hort notice. "i0:l
/ GLASSMIRE, Proprietor, Corner of
and Second Streets, Coudersport, Pot
*** Co., Pa. 9:44
• AMI EI, q MILLS, Proprietor, Colesburg,
cotter Go., Pa., seven nnies north of Cou
dersport on the Wellsville Road. 9:44
ijtlfctfk Jlflftrg.
'Tas a tiny, rosewood thing,
Ebon bound, and glittering
With its stars of silver white,
Silver tablet, blank and bright,
Downy pillowed, satin lined,
That I, loitering, chanced to find
'Mid the dust, and scent and gloom
Of th undertaker's room,
Waiting, empty—ah ! for whom 1
Ah ! what love-watched cradle bed
Keeps to-night the nestling head,
Or on what soft, pillowing breast,
Is the cherub form at rest,
That ere long with darkened eye,
Sleeping to no lullaby,
Whitely robed, and still, and cold,
Pale flowers slipping froin its hold,
Shall this dainty couch enfold ?
Ah ! what bitter tears shall stain
All this satin sheet like rain,
And what towering hopes be hid
'Neath this tiny coffin lid,
Scarcely large enough to bear
Little words that must be there,
Little words, cut deep and true,
Bleeding mothers' hearts anew—
Sweet, pet name, and "AGIO TWO !"
Oh ! can sorrow's hovering plume
Round our pathway cast a gloom,
Chill and darksome as the shade
By an infant's coffin made!
From our arms an angel flies,
And our startled dazzled eyes,
Weeping round its vacant place,
Cannot rise its path to trace,
Cannot see the angel's face 1
From the Portland Transcript.
Money is All.
Thin is what they say, I know, but that
Joesu't quite make it so. Money is an
excellent thing, and has done a great
work for the world—as the drunken sai
lor said water had for navigation; but
sometimes it so happens that when a man
secures all he aims at, he is as discon
tented as before he had a dollar in the
The girls make the most of the mis
chief in this matter; for they will hard
.y look at anybody who is not "rich" and
Uence many a young fellow, who is com
petent to make a woman happy all her
lays, is obliged to take up with a sliiv
•ry bachelor's commons, till he is either
iu luck or in his grave. And that is oft
en just about the same thing.
Sarah Storms was one of a family ol
seventeen daughters ; and that family un
fortunately chauced to be poor llence
the mother kept a sharp eye ou all the
opportunities that offered for "matches."
.She grew as keen as an operator in State
street, and didn't disguise it one half as
much, either. Sarah ought to have been
married long ago, said her mother. She
was —I am not going to guess how old ;
but old enough to take the prefix, Mrs.,
certainly. Iler mother had been look
ing out for her, and she had been looking
j out for herself. Two or three energetic,
enterprising and likely young men had
bestowed their favors in vain, and two or
three more had concluded that it was no
use fur the.n to try either. So there she
was, pretty weli ashore, as you can see
for yourself. What to do, she didn't
know, till along a rich old bachelor
—both rich aud old—who seemed to have
moved into the place expressly for the
purpose of relieving the worthy Storms
fauiiiy of their trouble. He was a stran
ger to everybody. AH that was known
of him was, that he was rich. Aud for
Mrs. Storms, and Sarah, too, that was
enough. It was enough for all the mon
ey hunters besides. To find a rich stran
ger come to settle among them, was like
waking up some fine morning, and find
ing the wnole menagerie—elephant aad
all — before their doors.
It would make a deacon laugh in meet
ing, to tell hiui the many little devices
that were practised by the mother Storms,
to tirst enlist, and then engross the atten
tion of Mr. Mulligan, the rich stranger.
And they did it; of course they did,
though every other female in town cut
them off from their friendship in conse
quence. Then, having secured his ac
quaintance, how they watched, and work
lo fyt cf Jh/e w? tyc A ftf&ty'wUoq of fciUlylqlre vid ?fetos.
|ed and contrived, to win over his —well,
his partiality—and they did that too. —
All the world could not have stopped
thein. Other girls were jealous, and held
back; this only gave the Storms a clearer
field for operation. What did Mrs.
Storms know about Mr. Mulligan's dis
position ? Nothiug. What did she care?
Less. What did she think of, but the
swiftest way of marrying off her darling
daughter, and marry her so well ?
And she succeeded in that, too. Sarah
Storms had a pretty, infantile face, and
I showed a row of teeth as white as curds
I whenever she laughed. She had a rath
er tall aud graceful figure too, and took
| pains to show a pretty foot as often as
Mr. Mulligan was in the way of seeing it.
And what did he know about women—or
matrimony—or any of the finer aud fairer
qualities that arc so essential to domestic
felicity ? Nothing nothing — nothing.
Sarah was a pretty girl, and he liked her
looks—she appeared to be very attentive
to him, and his fancy bewildered and de
luded him. So he stole over one evening,
and offered himself plump. She didn't
refuse him, and you needn't think she
did. Nor did her mother sit down after !
he had gone until Sarah had told her the
story, and cried an hour or two about it.
No, kind reader, you know better sis well
as I do. They made a family Thanks
giving over the event, hoping that every
other family in the towa felt like institu
ting a Fast.
They were married. Sarah Storms
was straightway Mrs. Mulligan. Some j
of the girls said they never would own
such a name; but it is fair to say of them 1
that they were envious. llow could they I
help it, when Sarah had drawn the only
prize, and they but abominable blanks ?
They made a great party on the occasion,
and a great fuss. All the town and coun
try were set in an uproar, just because an
old man was going to marry a young girl
—as if that would mend the matter at all,
when there was no such thing as mend
ing it in the world. Mr. Mulligan mov
ed his new young wife into a nice house,
nicely furnished, and told her there she :
was, meaning, I suppose, that there was j
no help for her. But she thought he only
meant that she was the mistress. Every
thing was in order. Everything was fine.
The rooms were newly furnished, but
lacked the oozy look of home. The walls
were high and chilly. The atmosphere
was a strange atmosphere, and Sarah
didn't know for a time whether she was
going to get used to it. But there she
was, alone and thoughtful. Before this,
she believed that as soon as she was mar
ried, all her old friends would flock in to
see her aud express their envy of her
good luck. That would have made her
so much hapjiicr, you know. But not a
living soul came near her. A few mid
dle-aged people, old housekeepers them
selves, dropped iu to make wedding calls,
but as for young folks, her schoolmates
and playmates, they kept away from her,
and looked askance at her in meeting.
"Never mind !" thought she to herself.
"At least, I can make up for it, by having
my sisters and my mother around me."
Yes, she tried that experiment, and tried
it thoroughly. This was the way of it.
She could not bear to be left alone so
much —no young girl could. Therefore,
she sent for her family to come and share
her good fortune freely. And they came.
Husan, and Julia, and Ellen, and Fanny,
and Mary, they were all there, with their
mother, and Elizabeth besides. They
were there every day. Some of them
stayed to dinner; some stayed to supper;
some were there all through the evening.
They took the house by storm, without
trying to come short of a pun by a sin
gle letter; overhauled the kitchen, the
parlor, the pantry. In all her domestic
arrangements, great and small, they had
busy and energetic hands. They arrang
ed the table, and hunted over Mr. Mul
ligan's wardrobe. They wondered, aud
held up their hands, and admired: in
truth, they —the Storms family—and not
Mr. Mulligan's wardrobe, became occu
pants of his newly bought aud furnished
house. Mr. Mulligan began to grow
4 'Sarah, said he, one day, "don't go to
your mother's so much-" It did not
sound like a request; it was an order.
She looked up at him in surprise.
"I think your friends are here altogeth
er more than is for your good." And he
plunged his face in a newspaper.
The strangest feeling came over her.
Did she ever stop to think that her hus
band would address such language to her
as that—and so soon after marriage too ?
Not long after, Sarah's mother sent her a
nice pudding for dinner. ''See here,"
said the young wife to her husband. "See
what the folks have sent in."
"A pudding, hey! Well how many do
they expect you to send back again ?"
and utterly refused to taste a bit of it.
Sarah's heart again. A young
girl like her had never thought such
things of her husband, especially as she
knew beforehand how rich he was. lie
could have fed the Storms family the year
round, and not have felt it; the trouble
was he wouldn't.
Christmas came along. "Mr. Mulli
gan," said she, tcasingiy. He grunted a
monosyllable at her, and listened. "I
want to make mother a present, you know
she has been so kiud to us since we were
"Altogether too kind," he answered.
Iler eyes filled instantly. "Bat I
can't help wanting to do something for
my own mother said she.
"Then why don't you do it ? but not
with my money , let me tell you."
There it was. She had married his
pile of tuoaoy, with nit stepping to c .in
sider what kind of a ;uin s!i3 wis likily
to get along with it; an 1 nnv sli3 wis
learning at a terrible cost of her h ippi
uesa. Of course, the Storins family heard
of his sentiments toward her. But she
was satisfied for a time to pouder upon it
by herself. There was ever so much
pride in the way to begin with; and how
could she make a needless fuss before the
public ? Therefore, she concluded to be
silent, to see how matters would come
out. One evening again, Sarah made a
little party unbeknown to her husband;
she thought that thus she could avoid
irritating him. For he seemed to have
growu so crabbed and cross of late, there
was no use trying to do anything with him.
They were all assembled in one room,
and having the gayest time of it yon can
think of. Susan, and Julia, and Ellen
and Fanny and Elizabeth—they were
there in the best of dress and the highest
of spirits—together with Mrs. Storms ,of
course. She had engineered this little
affair herself, all with her own hands and
brain. This she meant as a sort of coup
d'etat to show Mr. Mulligan, the husband
of her daughter Sarah Mulliiran, that
O o '
there were some things that could be
done just as well as others, and that she
kuew how to do them too. So there was her
whole family, except Mr. Storins, but he
was nobody. Such a time as they were
having. The '-best lamps" were lighted,
and made day of the darkest corners. —
The fire glowed in a mass of living coals,
warming every haud and heart there was
there. Sarah looked as composed and
courageous as she possibly could, while
her mother kept one eye ou the rest, an 1
the other—and the better one —on the
door. If Mr. Mulligan came in, she was ,
to assume responsibility, authority, every
thing else. Sarah was to go just for
nothing. "I ll break him of this habit of
growling," thought Mrs. Storms ; and the
sooner it's doue the better for him and
for us. I'll let him know that lam still
my daughter's mother, and that I never 1
threw her away when I consented to let i
her marry him. We shall see who rules, j
and see pretty soon, Ihu thinking."
The fun went on—games, plays, romps,
chat and laughter. The room was a little
world of life and happiness. Mrs. Storms
pretended to take a part in them herself,
but still she was uneasy, not to say un
comfortable. Sarah didn't know exactly
how she did feel. Sh2 felt like anybody
but the mistress or even the vicegerent of
her own house. She was thinking of her
lord —thinking she had a great deal rath
er he would stay out a while, than come
in. But her thinking about it made but
little difference, for before even mother
Storins herself was aware of it, the door
opened and in he bolted. He stood atili
for surveying them all Tien
he marched straight to his chair by the
fire, aud thumped down iuo it with a rich
man's emphasis. Mrs. Storms ventured
to accost him first.
"I'd like to know whose house you
think this is," he replied to her.
"Mr. Mulligan," said she, assuming a
vast deal of digaity, "your wife is ray
"Aad that's all the relationship. I'
wish you'd remember it. I didn't marry !
the whole family."
The mother grew red and lost her tem
per. '- Do you mean to say, sir," she ask
ed, "that we are not at liberty to come
into her house ?"
I "This is my house."
"And as much hers as yours."
"Never! Just recollect that if you'
please, I own my own property. I prom
ised only to support her. And here I
lind I have the wuule family on my shoul
ders. It appears too much like b jggara."
"Beggars! sir?" demanded Mrs.
Storms. "Do vou call us bestirs, sir." i
"It's getting to be not much better, I
can assure you."
"Sarah, do you hear that ? Do you
intend to sit and hear your mother and
your own sisters insulted before your face, I
in your own house, too? Will you sub
mit to that, my daughter ?"
"Vou have UJ authority, madam,"said
Mr. Mulligan. "You had better leave.
I am master here."
Upon which she got up in a rag?, and
bade all her daughters to follow her, Sa
rah inclusive.
"I c > urn in J you to stay here with me !
said the husband to his wife." Sarah
set up to cry.
"Come along with your mother," said
the latter, g nag forward and taking a
persuasive hold of her.
"If you go, I forbid you this house for
ever," said he. "Vou leave at your owu
The mother was too much for her.—
Even she, designing as she was, forgot
the consequences, and trooped off with
the rest. She hoped that Mr. Mulligan
would come round in the morning, and
be sorry for it. So in the morning, she
sent for so:n? of her daughter's clothes.
But the determined husband would not
let a single rag go.
He said he knew his rights, and inten
ded to maintain them. And he did. — 1
The consequence of it was, that a separ
ation at ouce took place; the matter be.
came public scaudal; Sarah was a poor,!
broken down woman; her mother fretted j
her own and her family's happiuess all
away; and Mr. Mulligan moved off to
other and distant quarters. And so this
bubble of Mrs. Storm's own blowing, had
broken, and fallen a mere tear drop to the
ground. But not a girl in all that town
has thought to give away her heart or
her baud since, without first making par
ticular inquiry iu relation to the temper'
as well as the pocket of her future hus
band. All the other young ladies would
do well to take a hint or two from their
SHORT TAIL.—A Norwegian fable satis
factorily accounts for the short tail of the
bear. The bear, it seems, was once met
by a fox who carried a load of fish, and
who, in answer to the question how he had
obtained them, replied that he had caught
them by angling. The bear expressed a
desire to know an art. so useful; when the
fox informed him that he had only be m ike
a hole in the iee and insert his tail. "Vou
must stop long enough, and not mind if j
it hurt you a little," said the friendly ad-1
viser, "for a sensation of paiu is a sure.
sign that you have a bite. The longer
the time, the more the fish. Neverthe
less, wheu you have a good strong bite,
be sure you pull out." The credulous
bear followed the instructions and kept
his tail in the hole till it wa3 frozen fast.
When he pulled, the end of the tail came
off; and bene? the ahertuess of the appen
dage to the present day. Slay
Ma. SUMXER. —At the latest accounts,
Hon. Charles Sumner was in Paris iu a
greatly improved statu of health- He con
siders his complete restoration at hand.
in a Scrape-ileoni
and Uigli ileelti la Church.
The Richmond Whig says:
"A few Sundays ago, a modest young
gentleman of our acquaintance attended
the morning service in one of our fash
ionable churches. He was kindly shown
in a luxuriously cushioned pew, and had
hardly settled himself, and taken an ob
servation of his neighbors, before a beau
tiful youug lady entered, and with a grace
tul wave of the hand preventing our
triend from rising to give her place, quiet
ly sunk into a seat near the end. When
a hymn was given out, she skillfully found
the page, and with a quiet smile that sent
his hearf a thu:nping, handed her neigh
bor the book. The minister raised his
bauds in prayer, aud the fair girl knelt,
and in this posture perplexed our friend
to kuow which most to admire her beauty
or her devotedness. Presently the pray
er ws concluded, aud the congregation
resumed their seats. Our friend respect
fully raised his eyes from the fair form he
had been so earnestly scanning, lest when
she looked up, she would detect him star
ing at her. After a couple of seconds he
darted a furtive glance at his charmer
aud was astonished to see her still ou her
knees; he looked closely, and saw she much aft'ected, trembling in violent
agitation no doubt from the eloquent
power of the preacher. Deeply sympa
thizing, he watched her cioseiy. Her
emotion became more violent; reaching
her baud behind her, she would convul
sively grasp her clothing, aud strain, as
it were, to rend the brilliaut fabric of her
dress. The sight was exceedingly pain
full to behold, but he still gaxed like one
entranced, with wonder aud astonishment.
After a miuute the her face,
heretofore concealed and
with her hand
beckon to our friend. IK*£J\!Rckly moved
along the pew towards her, and inclined
his ear as she evidently wished to aay
" Please help me sir, " she whispered,
"my dress has caught, and I can't get up."
A brief examination revealed the cause of
of the difficulty; the fair girl wore fash
ionable high-heeled shoes ; kneeling upon
both knees, these heels of course stuck
out at right angles; aud in this position
the highest hoop of her 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 scientifically
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 uotiu praying COJ
a community of Perfectionist? at Oneida,
New York, whose community of interest®
extend to the domestic relations. The
last number of their organ, the Circular,
anonunccsthat "without any direct refer
ence to Scripture proof, it might be deoe
oustrated that, under the regime of Bible
Communism, death will ultimately be
abolished. The good office which death
perforins is, to keep a constant cheek upon
the parasite life of Satan in this world,
by removing the different actors from the
scene, thus prolonging the contest between
good and evil. If this is the office of
death, it is very easy to conceive a state
of things in which its ministration will
not be necessary. Where there no longer
exists the necessity for scattering and
weakening the forces of human nature for
the sake of destroying the evil, there
death can no longer subserve the purposes
of God, and will be abolished."
CONVICTION or MOKIM. —The trial of
McKirn, for the murder of Norcross, was
concluded at Hollidaycburg on the even
ing of the 7th inat., by the delivery of a
long aod elaborate charge by Judgo Tay
lor. The jury, after an absence of aa
hour, rendered a verdict of guilty in the
first degree. Qa Friday morning the
prisoner was seuteneed to death. He
denied his guilt most strenuously. The
Governor has appointed the 21st of Aug
ust next as the day for his execution*