The Potter journal. (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, November 04, 1858, Image 1

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Coudervort, Pa., will attend the several
Courts in l'otter and M'Kean Counties. All
care will receive
on Mairrst...oppo
.111'ICING PHYSICIAN, Coudersport,
*dully inform:, thf: citizens of the Til-
4,:e and riein:tY that lie will promply re
rt:d to Al calk for professionul services.
ar. Mail! E 4., in building formerly oc-.
crud by C. V.. Elik, 9:22
Fanny Art,dt.s:.Statizuury, D-
:crass at., Cputlf
rockery, Grucerie2, &c., Main a
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ed.Ld ]tunic. N. W. corner of Ma
Ltd its., Coudersport, Pc. /9:1
and TAILOR, late from the City.
trpcel, England. Shop opposite
sf,, Couder,port ; Potter Co. P.
B. — Particular attention paid to
Gain Et., nearly opposite the CI
Coudersport, Pa. Tin and SI
Warn wade to order, in good style,
notice. - if
MILLS, Proprietor, Coles'
Co., Pa., seven miles north of C
es the Wellsville Wad. - '9:44
Far among the regal sting on high,. E
Marching in lordly triumph through the "alci,
Dimming all the nnkingdomed spheres of
Oh! thou all-glorious, burning Hym,
That o'er the unfathomed deep doth nightly .
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Forth from the harbor of 4 elestial glory bright.
And hast thou like a falcon flown 1
From where Oniscienee, in his majesty alone,
(Judge of the living and the dead,)
Watches the stately planets wheel around his
mighty throne
With hushed and humbled tread!
lie comes: and lo! those mystic vaults unclose,
And from their liquid depths the hissing
. Comet glows,
Like crimson blush upon a lilied face—
For, flashing from the unseen land,
Jehovah's kingly hand
Rath htultd thee, blazing, through all space.
Oh, Eerce, exulting one, thy furnaced heat
may glow iu vain,
Thy flame-like tears shall fall like rain—
The 't
Power which rules yon mighty realm,
In wisdom holds the limits of thy grace,
Nor.lets thee win the lustful Earth's embrace.
Thei'e is no fear—a mighty Band is at the heln,i!
All dny the the winds of heaven have fanned
thy brow of flame, ~
And the blue-ethereal tides hare rippled rotinfl
thy glowing train, • : :;
While thy sun-paled splendors ceaseless•9in
Their softer lights unto the land of seraphim
While bright ranges the azure ring
To lade with gems thy waiting wing. , L
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A thousand eyes are nightly to thee turned,
And sages say for ages has thou burned
Thy heated pathxvny up the blue ;
Yet still that matchless splendor burns,
Fed from the unfSiling urns
Such as the dark Earth never new. H
Ocr. 1851 H. P. El. I
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The lark is singing gayly in the madow,
The sun is rising o'er the far blue hills,
But she is gone, the music of whose talking'!
Was sweeter than the tones of summer Fills.
Sometimes I see the blue-bells bloomirig 14
the forest, 1 J
And think of her blue eyes; • !
Sometimes I seem to hear the rustle of her
garments— i j
'Tis but the wind'S low sighs. .!
adersport, Pa., will
its in Potter and
tend to all business
ith proniptnes and
Mace Block, see
I see the sunbeams trail along the orchard,
And fall, in thought, to tangling up her, hair;
And, sometimes, around the sinless lips of
' Breal,s forth a smile such as she used to
idergpcirt. Ps., Will
Atrusted to him, with
Office coruer uf West
But never pleasant things around, abov
Seems to me like her love—
More lofty than the skies that bend and
brighten o'er us,
More eonsuint than the dove.,
lsboro'. Tiogn Co..
ts in Putter and
She walks no more beside me in the morning.'
She meets me not on any summer ere:
But once, at night, I beard a low voice.ea,lling,
"Oh, faithful friend, thou bast ncit. long to
grieve " 1' •
Next Year, when larks are singing gdvly in the
• I shall not hear their tone ;
But she, in the dim, far-off country of the
Will walk no more alone.
.'..IY.INCER, Pay-
L.) Potter Co., Pu..
hi his line, with
Evrzt will
to order. :5:13
She-stood breast-High amid the corn,!
Clasped by the :*olden light of morn, ,
Like the sweetheart of the sun, -
Who - many a glorious kiss had Won,
On her cheek an autumn
;—such flush.
Deeply ripened a blush, . -
In the midst of ‘zrown was horn
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell, .
But long lashes veiled a light
Which bad else been ull too bright
And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim—
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praisitig G!otl with sweetest looksf
Sure, I said, Leaven did not mean
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean;
Lac rthy sheaf aclown and come.
harFest and my home. .;
7rom the Knickerbocker Magazine for Nov
I cannot tell whether you would cab
our Club a political club or not. In this
country, where we are nothing if not pn
litical, we never tolerate politics, so I hope
It is not.
" What, think, Sir, of putting
the inhabitants of the Cannibal Islands in.
to a bag, and throwing them into thisea ?"
44 Well, really, Sir, you must excuse) me,
but Idlo not interest myself in polities.
I know, in fact, nothing about them."
Ah 1 well then, my dear Sir, what do
you think of Lon. Shanks whO has been
selling Buncomb ;hod ?"
" Think of him, Sir ? I think ihe is a
d--4 rascal, Sir, that's what I think of
Under these circumstances, our Club
Ettes- - tOtitst ''
For the Potter Journal t
From Harper's •Itagazine, Nortmter.
aDvire Italfing.
4)0ga:10 of p- -t I* .; • i 410100.
was, formed. ' The only difficulty with it
is; that it always remains so small.: Its
motto is the old. Greek- proverb, Every
Mittesgeod'sevelotlitrinan ;" zud altlio
it?is almost hiposSible at this iate day and
in this distant country, to tell exactly
what it means, we have reduced it to a
practical form by saying, nolaody.shall buy
ti*escent segars for four . cents.
The doctrine and the practice impress
me vets strangely, who have been cdoca
ted in Europe,; where I liaie all life
seen a few people=-of the blue blood, I
suppose- 7 --smoking. shilling' replies for
nothing. At first I trait pleased by it, but
I think I was:pained .rit. last-; and I often
,00mpareci one of these few people with
lone of the many, to discover the real ma
son of the difference. But the smoking
machine was quite the same in . both cases,
as far as I could,make out, except, possi-
blv, that there was more smoke about the
few and more fire in , the many.
However, Igrcw l used to it. I say it
to my shame, I - have been as comfortable
inw palace as in a cabin. But I had no
business , in the palace; nobody has.
So Strcingly was I persuaded of it, that
I . came home. For at home, said my ear
-Ily recollections, you will find segars of
' the same price to every customer. Those
recollections were the syrens that sweetly
sang nie homeward. I bounded asho:e
into their alms ; I elaiuted the fulfilment.
of their promises; I demanded that they
should show me a world which was not
disgraced by Its inhabitants.
Then came the question I have record
ed above, from which it oppe.zred that un
der his clothes man is always a fowl with
out feathers : 1 that is to say, he is always
busy nicking up his own corn, and not in t
the least degree solicitous whether you
get yours or not ; perhaps even thinking
that if your : legs fail for want of corn, so!
that you cannot step about, there will be;
one pair of bills less. And do we not al-.
ways want fesier bills ?
It is dont to contemplate the human
lien-yard, because there is always corn
enough, and yet so few liens get any thing
to eat. I'ip and sudden exits prevail on
every. hand ; and some chanticleer in roy
al red, smoking, as it were, shilliegregalias
for nothing, steps lordly bout, and finally
I sinks in a plethora.
So we formed the Club. Its object is
simply the Miilennium, and it means the
amelioration of the race. We have no
public 111 eetiugs, but every member works
where be can mid how he can. I have
seen them busy at high 'change, and heard
them in the pulpits of every sect. They
are frequently to be encountered at lyee-•
urns deliveriug lectures; And sometimes in
editorial romus writing leaders.
During the recent pear season the Pres
ident invited several of the members to'
his country-seat to eat pears, with the
promise of a trip in his yacht. -You will
see from what be said, whether he is not
ourproper President. His country-seat
is a charming place. The air is so sweet
about it, the light so soft, the landscape
so tranquil and lovely,- that I always think
of it as in Arcadia, but I believe it is real
ly in Connecticut. As yOu approach it
through winding lanes, with glieirscs ofl
d . siant wz.ter, as broad and splendid PS
the sea, but fur convenience called Long
Island Sound, the fields lie on either hand
so profoundly peaceful,' the reposing. eat
tlei chew the cud - with drowsy unconcern ;
the barns are so fat, and the infrequent
farm-houses'so sleepy, that men coming
from the town hail the tranquillity as-sail
ors after tumultuous tossing at sea, smell I
the sweet breath of unseen Spanish gar-I
dens; in the air
"It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground;
And there a season at*tea J tie and May,
linlf-plankt with spring ; -with summer" half
; imbrotrued,
IA listless climate made, where, south to say,
living wight could work, ue cared even for
I Do you fancy the ample gardens, the
stately terraces, the long bowery alleys
and trimmed avenues, the smooth sweep
of- lawns, skirted with perfumed shrub
bery, the splashing fountains, Vases, stat
ues Do you see the gay company flit
ting tip.and down the marble stepi, lean
ing over the foliaged balustrades, smiling,
bowing, whispering ? .Do you pass on in
to the lofty halls andpiettired parlors, the
dim library, the banqueting-room, the long
raoge-of galleries? Ili• yon behold this
rural elystnth, this pastoral- Paradise ?
.1 . So did 1; but when along that winding
loc.-catching glimpses of the distant wa
ter, we wilkeikat sun -set, the earth seem
ed entirely prepared for the reign of peace
and good-twill, as the President discoursed
t$ us in the following strain':
A child . who loiters in old libraries, and
stands high. do the steps dotrouring old
bOoks Written by hands now dust, of places
now changed forever; who sits in the
dusky, sileuee while Time softly steals the
day away hour by tour; and the lota
tlokiug clock in the distant hall, which
fills the house
,with its sound, affects him
like' ,the soothing of a nursery song,
hici,itnagination full of visions of quaint
iamb try villas and vast estates, rural. man
sions and baronial halls, which -stretch I
away in alluring' perspective .when ever he.
is bidden lei the country. Every farni he
hears of, is a " Thaltestutii:m to li--share,"
to a thoughtful city .child.,-3 stand ou the library -Saps
Fall their lives: • -Wherever they go; what
ever.they see, they are-still iu the dusky
libra'ry, and Still knoW only the romantic
aspect of the World. Such are they who
go to the Coliseum, and behold only ; pic
turesque arelies . fringed with - fettles in an-
Italian moon-light, who fancy Roinan
darnesi with jeweled fingers, dead centu
ries ago, pointing gladiatorti to death ; and
who do nut shudder that the very grOund
they tread on is saturated with the blood
of countless Murders, that the very stones
are crystalliied with shrieks of horror...
Otherbo - S, on their way clown the step' S,
discover that: 'come Splendid results have
!been attained in the world too soon - , as it,
were, and unfairly. They are like early
peas and strawberries, coming on
.the . ta
ble before du:lr. - natural time. .Thus great
lease and luxury for the individual should
be known in 'a society where everybody is
comfortable. A few men in it few places
bare enjoyed great doinains, spacious pal
aces and parks, and lovely pleaSure
ground.l. flow lovely and pleasant they
are as you-walk in them !
The Villa d'Este at Tivoli, far instance :
I recollect it;on that perfect day of. sum
mer. I linger again down the silent
I avenue of cypresses; I. hear the .feeble
splash of water in the Ifountain with the
ruined Mossy margin :and here is one gone
thy. The light glimmers, the shadows
deven. I It is not Ferrara, but it is the
Villa d'Este, and it is by the magic of
that "lame- that the figure with the laurel
ed head and the melancholy eyes glides,
holdin , a manuscript from
,ladies whose
eyes smile upon. him and whose pride
shuns him. How rich and stately and
beautiful the villa is in its decay.! Was
..alto,gether beautiful -, in its prime?—
Trees, fountains, and statues always \are.
How about the system of which it. was' a
pretty flower? The retreating figure of,
Tasso seems to have left only sadness in
this enchanted air. :
Palaces. haVe a millenial aspect to the
Imagination, for they imply that every
man in the world is at ease.. No man wants
to' eat cake while, his ;brother is starving
—I mean ideally, not historically, exactly.
The haggard beggar at her elbow spoils
the beauty of th lutist beautiful woman
in the world, just as, a mud hovel destroys
satisfaction in the palace it adjoins. how
can you hope to get music front the harp
when only its least string is unstrung ?
Is the world less harmonious than a harp ?
'So these things seem to have been pos
sessed too soon. The race was never yet
so prosperous,- that any individual should
have built Chatsworth or Certosa. With
what immense injustief. the romantic Ken
ilworth Castle is tainted ! For the hidden
principle of 'feudal tenure, whether In
Egypt or England, ugly and coarse as the,
foundation-wall of the beautiful tem
ple in the world, is, every man for himself
and something else for the hindmost!
- Do you remember the Cathedral at Co
logne ? It - has been unfinished - for hun
dreds of years It never will be finished.
But upon the incomplete tower vines hang
and ware—fuliage.bitiows and rustles, and
all the romantic pomp of antiquity crowns
an ancient fragment that was never a ruin.
So it is with many ante feudal phenome
na. They arc decorated with a grace and
beauty that should properly belong only
to results ripened by the holiest, not by
the meanest civilization. These retharks
contained the whole. philosophy 'of our
The objeotions to'building Chatsworth
and Certosa, continued our President } do
not lie against my country-seat. It is a
little old hou:4t on-the shore, standing,- at
the grassy mouth of 'a pretty river that,
winds inland from a bay of the Suundt.
It is ;separated front the Sound'ou one
side by'a long,low; sandy spit, on, which
stands ahr.t i alone on the wide, wide Sea..
The- hut- seems to be built in the water
srhert the tide is high, and stands pro 7
roundly solitary ; and you will be - glad to
hear that it was the house in which CoW
per wrote - his Ode, and Ziwwerman his
book on solitude.
The house is so near the pebbly and
grassy beach that the children are flounder
ing in and out of the , water all . the -time.
They dress on the porch, and scamper .
down---snlaih—whoop The land id old
element, hugging the earth, is glad tiOoe
caressed in turn by the blithe young im
mortals. They bring in marine booty
without end, and their struatic forays_ are
richly rewarded. Dry horse-shoes, with
all their anatomy displayed--shells '
weeds, *wets; every thing is fish to the
net . of that childish curiosity on the shore.
I say, one is not troubled there With
the:feeling that injustice is done to any
other human being. No farmer can com
plain, for not a solitary potato do I raise;
nor the butcher, for 1 buy all my Meat
nor the &henna, for ',buy fish; nor the
stable-keeper of the next village, for .I
hire horses; nor the grocer, for I buy
stores. I.raise nothing, an d no.
Not a hen clinks, , not a pigeon
coos, not a dog barks, not a home neigh;
not a,cow"hiirs, about 'tile'in . muds of iny
country r seat. — - • -
Will you see the gardens=—the terrseeS -
-the fountains? •
• They are Close by. -The finest flower.
grow hi the wood yonder. The jihrdest
and most lerel terrace is, in the pastuze
beyond the roar bars. Lawn and lake are
combined hi the gleaming Waters of . the
bay, and my 'yacht is a cat' Jorge enough
foi two. . -
Cid, who is a member of our Club in
full Standing; but Who, I think, has smut
of the true-blue blood in his heart,
evidently had hopes of something-like the
Alhambra; when, suddenly, the President
jumped over the fence, and opened the
little wooden i gate fur us to enter. We
tramped through flit long grass under t..
venerable old cherry tree, bj a wagon
house, in front of which was no .wagrat ;
and at the end of the piazza of, a little
tumble-down, cottage stood' the ,mother of
a swarm of children thatcauie rolling and
bounding over the grass to meet their papa l
and his friends. • . I
" This is my ecatutry-seat, gebtltruen,"
said the,President, as he waved his baud
over the fields. "I pay three dollars and
a half rent every - mouth. I do my farming
in Fulton Market. I hey wy seg,ars of
Mr. Sparrowgrass; and never pay less than
the price. The taint of Kenilworth is un
known here. The cloud' that hangs over
Locksley ffall is dissolved ititoAt rainbow
in our sky. Gentlemea, the pears and
melons are on the table. -Walk,in f"
At a special meeting of the Club, held
on the piazza in the evening—l Will say
of the Democratic Club, although there
are several celebrated Democrats who are
not members—it has been unanimously
decided, and now stands upon the record,
that certain pleasures can be said to be
fully and fairly enjoyed only in a Com
monlieolth, or a state of society in which
feudalism is utterly abolished.
There was, indeed, one member who
pished, and sputtered, and Said': "Pooh,
pooh, don't be impracticable. You've got
to take the world as :you find it. Shall I
not do what I will with mine own ?"
The President of the Club instantly re
plied; with a sweetness that has secured
his reelection : L!peittap . s so; if you can
find out what your own is." •
We all returned to town next - day but
one. The intervening dap was devoted
to an excursion in the yacht, on which oc
casion I was twice pat ashore to recover
the tone of my stomach. I was perhaps
not so happy as some of the others.
But still; as I walked alone upon the
beach, and looked over the bright dancing
water, I*ondered linty flinch truth there
might be in what the President had said.l
If the spirit of feudallism is so subtle, and'
can so deeply taint the
And snowy sumntitsrold in story,"
is it quite washed out by the salt sea that
rolls between us and old history, so that
no. possession olours, is liable to
_be taint
ed' by it? Ts it necessary to suppose that
every fri6nd - of man who talks.with a needy
knife-grinder must Le: a hypocrite and
charlatan ? It Was Canning who .wrote
the comical sapphirs-but was Canning's
Enoland such a heaven that he could at . -
fora- to write such' verses ? Dues not the
whole course of history show that the one
thing-wanting has been practice of the
principle'of our Club--"Everyman'sgood'S--
eyeryotherman ?"
If you. think so, why not join ?
"Thy Will be . Done."
The voice of warning pierces through
life's fold, hourly almost, with a peal. Du
we heed it ? It comes upon us, it speaks
to uslimid pleasure and selfish pursuit. and
heated contest, and eager striving to guide,
to save. Do we obey it? Alas,: too often
is that voice heard only as the passing
wind that sweepi by us I And yet there
hreatims not the being who does not long
to follow it, who does net feel as if he
must obey it, who does not resolve to be
guided by it. Let it be so: For none of
us can there be hope or happiness unleis
we do it—unless like the true penitent
can say, "Thy will be donor'.' The
following picture 'is no fiction, and
thomilitlesi youth; "Mid sober an,. may
gaze upon it and learn something of the
sterner realities of life, and know,- too,
the only means by which its hard trials
may be met; or its sechicing-..lores-ovei-
"THY - WILL 'DB bola."
A mother was kneeling in the soft light
of the dying day, by the side of her suf
fering babe; the sweet, low-breathe& ac
cents of the father went uplu supplica;
tion,.aa if to the very ear of the Eternal :
—"0! - Then who didst weep at the
of Lazarus, and Bost note every pultation
of the heart, look down in thy compas
sion on one helpless child. -0 ! save him
for thy mercy's sake ! Whatever else thou'
withholdest, give us the life of our sweet
babe." -
"Amen" responded the tremblinvOice
. of the heart-stricken mother, as she wiped
head ilia Fold sweat from hu pale fore,
. . ,
(10! 'William, I cannot . gip) film up,"
i . .F(1,;(;. : R Crai.NTtl.: . .,. ; .-.if.i. '-r.
MUIM.- 41.25 /.1 -.^;*-Mpa;;;;
she added,. "he is
a so lovely,3tnd,;thep....lm
is our one; surely ,your
be gran ed." : ';'
in its cradle.; its little bchsoin bcared with
ithefaint breath of -lifer it tiny fin ii
'were - half hid beneath its gelileiC: ll6ll 2 .
while the sweet sthile . that Playedraroitiad
its f4Tereci lips, seetned , to . tespond-to.thi:
whispering of 'angels- sail 4they were:=lll4
ready welcoming the free spirit to :the"
land of light..The:father- and' mother
gazed, upon it with an intenlitY that' Min t er
but a Tutrent's heart-can teel.:
the smile relaxed—the hand fell - upon itf
bosoin—the throbbing of the - imartAo
came more tranquil—a moisture diffusa
itself over the. skin, and a sweet Sleep felt
upon it, clothing it as with a - mantic: A
Lone and quietly it alumberedp . avidwhen the eye opened and tile lip , reoved?
its cherub face seemed irradiatcd;withtinz,
earthly intelligence and purityle:&44o,„
ter day, and night aftermight the (father
and Mother watched their'boy,as het
slowly restored to health and activity.::-4
God !spared him, and he grew s iap in luVez
lines, the pride of his parents. Pesii-:
knee stalked abroad.' Death laid low thu°
young and the beautiful; , Still, theli
child, as if by some talismanic' spell was
preserved, and the fond mother th - Snlfed
God in her heart, that he had lived to
comfort her,•
* * * * * *
Time passed on. ' the wither'
IbentioVer him—a blighted blasted being.
I The 'cherub smile of infantine innocence
bad (given place to the intensity of rej..
worse; and the sterness of despair. The:
fair boy had grown to manhood. He had
!i i onel forth into the world. He bad min
gled Witlt the - giddy throng that pursue
(the pl . .‘asure, till they _find too,late
that her, joy istut uaine,
10 phantom; that she leads to sorrow arid:'
death.: Her contaminating, withering:
influnee overmastered him, and. he witit"
on till the poisonous mildew of guilt set4',
tied on his soul, and wasted his eiistenei,'
"het me curse God and Ale," said the
wretched sufferer.
"0! that thou badht died inllic:calii
ness j and sveeetnesi_of;_thf:ehildhood-,7
murnared the Self-atensinglOilie'r. •e'" , 4
Again, the father knelt by the bedsidi;
of his son; and his - ; 'voice once more went,;
Up in prayer. "Whatsoever. thou girost - :
or withholdest, enable us to shy sincerely.;
"Thy will - Lc dune." • •
• .
"Amen." clearly articulated the mot - IW.
or, and the Angel of Dealli took the'
spirit .of the hopeless to the bar of God.-
C.'l,ristiaa Rcti leg,
In a chapter on sacred iibetry, Dr.
SUEr,TON 3lcKENzik; Of the . Philadelphia
PfCS4', observes:
" As an inexplicable curiosity, the
tense badness of rhyme in most of tho'. - .
psalms and hymni used in_ poblie..atitri
private worsh i p.-.:Watts; Weiley; William
Cowper, James 3lontgomery,„ Kirk White
.and Thomas . Moore are' hitifoseilier only
poets who, writingi upon sacred subjects,
have adhered to irhylne.' We hiii-elately„
fallen upon sometbitiz very difforepc,fiOW
the usual poetiCal paraphraia.....of sacred
Writ: It is a versification of the Loid's
-Prayer—an orisons the brevity , ;and'.. - 04 7
aentration of which ou,ht
to those who ithltik.te itimany tords when
.pour'ont 'prayer and . It 7 inm, , v
lately been published in - 4ondon, is
posed as a duet, and harmonized foil toiir
voices, with an accompaniment for the or
gan or piano-forte.' It nins thus? Mn~
'Our Heavenly. rattier; liar tnii: prayer ; ."
Thy naunilielcialrowe eyeritiliere;
Thy kingdomperr2ct --
In earth; as in Heaven - , let ail,
• Give - this,ilay.:4 bread, t 't:tre'niav live:
Forgive our sins 94 we forgive;
Help us temptation to withstairit;-:
From evil shield us byjii:yliond
Now and ever unto Thee; _
The kingdom, poker, - a:nd-gloiflii:4".”s
"Here nothin. , is 'redundant, nothiucr
wanting. The_musie, simple and melai
;lions: is said to:beArorthy of the- words.::
The most curious circumstance connected;= l _ ,
with' this paraphiaSe is, that all- Perseus - '
concerned keepTkeir names concealed.—
The aUthors are, ‘4..1g.."cand.f.1:4,1'." IL"
the artist who hasbeautifully Owned the
music is "R. The musical composer
is "G. F. The paraphrasoli'Vtitilif;
is as near perfection as. humaiiiiiiiiificai".
make - it, haii;been7dZy 'entered at Sta
tioners' 'fall.' - but is: uptituNisbgstk BO
that it may be adopted in rablioliad prig
rate worship." .1., •
SUE WAS early C6iiiitOtt.R
cut times a farmer bay 'was 'arrested
the monstrous offence pf,kissing a'pretti .
coun try lass, at her fathcr's.gate on - a Sun-
day -evening. He pleaded,: as an excuse
to the officer that he thoM7tit of thiitai she was his. - Consii3.' onathan,
alp the maid, - "if 'pair want - me,
musn't tiy, to getout of it TIZAT Vie/
4 41'.!:, ; -‘
"all - right, my dear, I'll stand
agree to be looked up for three days.;•lait , r
When-I get back, I . e.lipect to have Pa:',
tience r "To be sure; and I'll be ready,"
returned the Connec4vit : Po3Fo/M-
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