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AIIERICAN TEA COMPANY,
51 Versey Street, New York;
Since its organization, has created a new era in the
history of
Wholesaling Teas in this Country.
They have introduce.l their selections of Teas. and
are selling them at not over Two Cents (.0.2 Cents)
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Another peculiarity of the company is that their
TEA TASTER not only devotes his time to the selec
tion of their Teas as to quality, value, and particu
lar styles for particular localities of country, but he
helps the TEA buyer to choose out of their enormous
stock such 'PEAS an are best adapted to his peculiar
wants, and not only this, but points out to him the
best bargains. It. is easy to see the incalculable ad
vantage a Ten 13tty5:a lies in this establishment over
all others. If be is no judge of TEA, or the MARKET.
if his time is valuable, he has all the benefits of a well
organized system of doing business. of an immense
capital. of the judgment of a professional rea,Taster,
and the knowledge of superior salesmen.
This enables all Tea buyers—no matter if they
are thousands of miles from this market—to pur
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Parties can order Tens and will he served by us
Its well as though they name themselves, being sure
to get original packages. true weights and tares;
and the Teas are warranted ns represented.
Wo issue a Price List of the Company's Teas,
which will he sent to all who order it ; comprising
Byson, Young Syson, Imperial, Gun
powder, Twankay and Skin.
Oolong, Soueliong, Ora»ge crud Hyson. Pekoe.
Japan Tea of evr7 drnriplion, colored and uncolored.
This list ham each kind of Tea divided into Four
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FINEST. that every ono may understand from de
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Whooping Cough. or rPlieve Consumptive Cough
its quick as •
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Over Five Thousand Bottles have been sold in its
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i kn,,wn
We have, in our possession, tiny qunntity of cer
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ANS. who have used it in their practice. cud given
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is very ugreeahle,in the Nat e, and , be
tered to children of any age. In csses,of.,P,o UP
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It is within the reach of all, the, price being only
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merits, and feel confident that one trial will secure
for it n home in every honyehold.
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you with a circular of genuine certificates of cures
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COOK, PARLOR AND NINE-PLATE
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VOL - 1111 GREENCASTLE, PA., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1863. NO 34.
PAR AWAY FROM THOSE I LOVE.
Far away from those I love,
In the city's pomp and noise,
Memory bids me look again
On my long departed joys,
And before my vision brings
The old house where I was born,
With the fields where purled the brook,
And where waved the golden corn:
Brings to me the village church,
With the elms before the door,
And the teems beneath their shade,
Waiting for the service o'er;
Brings the chimes which seemed to say
"Hasten, hastea, be not late.;"
And the knot of shining lads
Talking at the snow-white gate ;
Brings the graveyard near the church
Where my blessed mother lies,
Where I often walked at eve
*With sad heart and streaming eyes ;
Brings the tranquil sunset hour,
Bathing all in sweet repose,
When along the winding lane
, Singing hoMe the milkmaid goes ;
Brings to me the dear old woods
In their robes of green and gray,
Deep Li those resounding - haunts
When a child I used to play ;
Brings the sehool-house near the woods,
And the merry times I had
Coasting down the slanting hill
When the fields with snore were clad:
Oh,the bliss that thrills my soul
As I look upon each scene!
O'er the stream of many years,
That has rolled itslvapbetween.
Time may take all else from.nie,
But impressed upon my heart
Are the joys my childhood knew,
Never, never to depart!
THE tiOVER'S HATE.
Laura, the wife of Wiil uin Pembroke, had
been betrothed from infancy to her kinsman,
Sir ,fieron. James, and ut one time there had
,been a warm' friendship-between them, but , no
•rue love-upon -Laura's-041'f th'Ougli'Sif - lie.
ron = l'o'ved Her with'ferit
and nature, andiooked
more than eager impatienceto the time when
he should be able to place a 'husband's impas
sable prohibition before the gay nobles and
gentry who fluttered around the shrine of
Laura's loveliness.
Among these admirers was William Pem
broke, and Sir Heron often bit his moustached
lips as he fancied . he saw Laura's eye 'sparkle
and her soft cheek crimson beneath Pembroke's
ardent ,yet respectlul glance. •
The commands of his King hurried Sir He
ron from saloon to camp, and from love-making
to the field of battle. Cursing his fortune, the
jealous baronet departed.
A year passed quickly ; and then calm the
news that Sir Hermit had perished in Germany.
Another year flew by, and then Laura became
the happy wife of William Pembroke.
Within less than a month after the marriage,
came a letter from the supposed dead baronet,
stating that he had been severely wounded the
year before and left for dead upon the field ;
but that he had recotered to find himself a
prisoner; and that at length he had escaped,
soon to return to England to claim the bride
he had deemed his own from her infancy.
Dieading the terrible and furious nature of
Sir Heron, Laura persuaded her ttusband to go
to America, that Sir Heren's rage and disap
pointment might have time to cool before he
and she should meet face to face again. Pem
broke, though brave and determined, was of a
mild and quiet temperament, so that he yielded
readily to the desires of his beloved bride.
Two years bad passed and little Albert was
aged a year, when his father one summer's
evening was strolling along the banks of the
Hudson, admiring the tints of the departing
day, and missing much the presence ol his
wife, who, upon the fatal eve, was detained: by
accident in the mansion, bare), a mile from the
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Pembroke was 'plunged id =thought when a
sharp blow upon his shoulder attracted his at
tention from heaven to earth. Turning quick
ly, he grew slightly pale as he said, in a tone
of wonder
"S.r Heron James I"
"The same, William, Lord Pembroke, for I
suppose youi have heard of the death of your
late kinsman, though you 'may deem the tide
unsuited to these forests ► " replied the baronet.
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"I knew not, Sir Heron, that my kinsman
was dead," said Pembroke, coldly, "nor are
the tidings so welcome as you suppose,".
"Nor the bearer so welcome as the tidings,"
sneered Sir Heron. "But as you recognized,
me you snatched at your sword hilt. Why
the gesture ?"
"It was involuntary. You startle Me
"It was the gesture of guilt, William Petn
broke!' thundered Sit Heron, drawing, his
sword, and speaking hoarsely.
"I have to quarrel with you, Sir Heron,"!
replied Pembroke, *ith calm dignity.
"But I have with you, base livered scoundrel.
even for the sake of your false-hearted wife,"
cried Sir Heron.
"An insult to her name is a crime," exclaim
ed Pembroke, as his sword clashed against the
baronet's.
Pembroke was brave and skillful, but he was
no match for the battle-tried veteran before
hint, and after a brief and furious combat, Sir
Heron sheathed. his bloody sword, and looked
down upon Pembroke's ghastly body, saying
"Vengeance well begun, but not ended."
Raising the body, in his powerful arms; he
bore it to the edge oP the cliff, and tossed it far
from him, watching it with a grim smile of
triumplyuntil it plunged .beneath, the water far
below.
year shall pass," said he, turning away,
!'and then I will to my wooing• again with the
fickle Laura. .-Till , then let her wear a widow's
weeds; but when my wife, as .she shall be, it
will be.vengeance well done to tell,ber 'tips 1
who slew William Pembroke."- • •
The next day a tall and fair-haired man, of
haughty mien but, dissipated air, : stood upon
the spot,which was still red with Pembroke's
blood. Ile held a glove, soiled and stiff with
dtied.gore, in his hand, and examined it:close
ly.
"As I thought," said he, placing the glove
in his bosom. "Sir Heron' was the assassin.=
But he has fled, no doubt ; and, save him and
tile, who knows of the deed. Lady Pembroke
is a widow, and now between me and the title,
with.all the estates entailed, there stands one
trail obstacle—the life of an infant buy !.: Sir
Heron, I'll not betray you wherever you may
be,:for 'you , hitve,alutost plain-Jatk ol
tonvJohnAord.tPetuhrokei,sinced atui heir-at-
Ittv, after.-this , -#uny bop" 4, 44 4'4
The , anguish,of , the yotithfuP mother and
widow was fearful ; tor had she the melancholy
solace of knowing' what had bereft her 'of her
adored husband, nor.of giving the body Chris
tian burial. The . marks.of a fierze struggle,
the bloody stains upon the cliff, the lost one's
plumed bat and broken sword, proved that
murder had been done, but the dark waters be
low gave not up the noble and beloved dead.
'A 'year of sad and tearful widowhood found
Lady Pembroke still sad and tearful, and as
that year passed away, Sir Heron again ap
peared in America, and claimed the hand he
swore the pledge of years had made his own.
"I honor you, Sir Heron," was the calm and
dignified reply to his offer, which was soon - a
demand, •"but I can never love you. My heaft
is in the grave of my hUsband."
"And pray where may that be ?" sneered
Sir Heron, illy hiding his rage.
"You may know—l do not," replied Lady
Pembroke, with a glance of bitter and lasting
diStrust that drove the blood from his swarthy
cheek.
"She suspects," muttered Sir Heron, as he
stood alone. "When a woman suspects she
believes, and of her own free will she will
never call rue husband. But love and revenge
urge we on. She shall be wine."
"When a warrior mutters then give way,"
laughed a shrillvoiee near him, and turning,
he confrontedlack Holton.
"You in Ameriba!" exelaimed Sir Heron,
with a flash of hate from his . dark eyes.
"Why not I, as well as Sir Heron and any
other of the former suitors of my fair Lady
Pembroke?" said Holton.
"So, you intend to pay court to the fair wi
dow, Illistcr Jack Holton?"
"Plain Mister, as yet, Sir Heron," retorted
Holton, with More emphasis upon the as yet
than he intended. "Chance may make me a
lord. "Why should I not try for the prize ?"
"You are`her husband's first cousin," said
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Sir Heron.
I afas—he is dead. Bdt lam not her cou .
sin. It she will have - ine lam her serveut--
in other words, her husband."
"A knave, a rascal, a villian," growled Sir
Heron, looking keenly after the cunning cour
tier as he tipped mincingly away. "He knows
that nothing save the lite of little Albert stands
between him and the broad lordship of. PCM-
broke. You cannot deceive me, sleek kuav&
Could you do it safely, you would ring th.
neck of that blue-eyed urchin you so gently
pat upon the cheek. Come, I must 'guard
against the mischance that may rub ale of the
guardianship of the estate during the boy s
minority. Humph ! I have a plan that will
baffle Master Jack Holton and win me the
widow. That boy! flow like he looks to the
clad Peinbroke ! The likeness mikes me
think' of—rio. I will not harm a hair on that
boy's head. But Master Holton grows hat).
lent-;-• . —the gatuester.: . Play no tricks with me,
wily hound, or I'll crop your ears to the centre
of your skull." '
Within the month another calamity bruised
the sad widow's stricken he:irt.
Little. blue-ejed Albert, young Lord Pem
broke, disappeared !
In vain all Beard', all prayers' to Heaven !
The child could not be found, nor even a clue
to the mystery of his absence. What words
could . give vent to the mother's lament? What
condolence could soothe her unspeakable woe ?
- "0, lost child of my murdered husband!'
was the increasing moan and fearful wail of
her 'anguish.
The rage of Holton was like a tempest, and
as blind, for he knew not whom to accuse. As
he knew nothing of the mystery, ho feared
that the child lived; and until time or acci
dent should prove Albert no more, he dared
not claim the title of lord dor ownership of
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the estates. -
"Tell me, Sir Vertu," he demanded one
morning, after a night of deep meditation, "is
this not a- pint of yours ?"
"Of mine ! Why of mine? By my soil,
Jack Holton, I think all the world knows who
is more interested in this matter—you or I'!'''
"Do not bandy wurdS with. me, Sir Heron,'
cried Holton, fiercely. "Does the boy live?"
- "You are as able as I am to answer, yes or
uo. And now, coxcomb, one word. It is not
a gentlemanly pastime to kill puppies, but
upon provocation justifiable."
Holton shrank from the glare of the soldier's
scowling eyes, and turning away, saying :
"I will baffle you, even at the alter, though
theact undoes me forever."
'.What, does the popinjay mean;?" ,thought
Sir ..Haron i Awisting his great moustache in
grim perplexity: . A•Batile ,me at :the alter!
The ecent my Itrap:- Ilak! I
_will kill
Master Fox; .and there's and. of
That night Heroii led , Lady Pembroke
apart, and said :
"Grief can be , cured, my lady;, and I, have
cure for yours; while you have one for wine.
What will you give me in exchange for your
son I"
"Ah !.then: he lives I"
“Not so loud, Madam ! or I say no more.
I have not said that he lives, but I believe it.
I have a suspicion that may lead to proof of
fact. I will take, up, this baffled search for the
boy; but ere I, commit myself, I demand a
promise from you.”
"Find him, Sir Heron, and, as I live, all that
woman -can honorably give I will give you:l'
exclaimed the half crazed mother.
“You will become my wife, Laura?','
"No morel 1 ask simply yes. Will you
swear to become my wife the same day that 1'
shall place Albert in your arms 'I"
"My•boy again in my arms ! Oh, for, that
blessing, anything."
"The pledge shall be written, a great for
feit attached, and you shall sign it before wit
nesses—for I trust not in woman's promise,"
remarked Sir Heron, brutally.
The contract was made and signed before
several witnesses. One of them Jack. Holton
grinned diabolically as he attached his signs•
Lure, but Sir Heron, smiled his grim smile of
menace, and muttered
"The fox looks like a wolf, and wolves are
outlawed all over the world."
Two days after Sir Heron led little Albert,
well, rosy and laughing to his overjoyed moth
er, who nearly swooned with excess of hap
piness as she pressed him to her bosom.
“Your cure is permanent," said Sir Heron;
"now heal hid."
There could be no evasion; there was no es
cape. Lady Pembroke was married to Sir He
ron at nine o'clock that same night, and as he
pressed a kiss on the shrinking lips of his re-
Intent bride, he turned to Holton and said:
"The boy is too healthy to die while I live."
"Let this man speak," said Holton, and as
he spoke a tall figure strode face to face with
Sir Heron, and let fall a mantle from its fea-
I urea.
"Lord Pembroke!" cried Sir Heron, appal
led. "Alive or dead Ido not fear you!"
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But his sword was too slow to parry the quick
dagger thrust of the avenging husband, which
was buried in his bosom thrice within an instant,
and Sir Eleron fell. But not alone, for his
left hand, in clutching fur support, grasped
Bolton's throat, and the very last act of his
life was to end that of Jack Holton by run
ning his sword through him, and grasping :
'Sir Fox—with me—you' at least."
The villians died', glaring hate from dying
eyes.
After the subsidence of tile joy over his re
turn. Lord Penlbriteexplaincli that 11 , lton had
found him senseless upon the Hudson's shore,
and held him a close prisouer ever since, wish
ing, frut ' fearing to' kill hiMoind hoping he
would die.
Little Albert etplained thitt Sir Heron had
hidden him in an Indian's wi'gwant keeping
him content with toys and promisetrikv
Soon after the tragic end of Sir iletron, Lord
and lady Pembroke, with Albert, returned to
their native country.
"MY BEST FRIEiND."
So said my niece, Katie Goodwin, one morn
ing, as rclosed the book 1 had been reading.
It was about Christ's love and kindness even to
his enemies. "I want to be like Jesus," said
Katie. And she uttered the wordy as if she
really meant what she said'.
Now Katie was a sweet, amiable' girl. We
all loved her. There was so innnh that was
gentle and lovable about her, and nothing seem
ed to delight' ber so much as when she was
helping the poor, or leading some blind female
across the street, or reading to some little child
the story of Jesus and his love to sintvers.
I can assure ' you that KatiOloved Jesus, and
nothing was so pleasant to her as hearing, or
singing, or speaking about. her'Saviour. Oh
with what delight and sweetness, too; did ste
sing those words, beginning—
"Lthink when I read that story of ord,
When Jesus was here among men,-
How he called little children like lanits to - his fold,
I should, like to have been' with hint' then."
And how she'always brightened up when she
came to the words—
" Yet still to his footstool by prayer I may go,
And ask for a shard of his lbYel
.And •if I thus seek hini !Delo.",
I shall see him and Near him above."..
Shall 1 now lets you into, a little decfet ?
One morning, soon, after breakfast, I had 00.-
casiorr to go into Katie's bed-room ; and wlitre
do you think I found her ? Sated upon a
chair near the window, holding in her hands a
nicely bound book.
"Katie," I inquired, "do you like to be
alone
"Sometimes, aunty; but I don't feel lone-
"What is that book you Loh/ in ye& hand ?"
"My Bible, aunty, ; and I have been. reading
about my best friend."
"Who is your best friend, then', Katie, I
asked.
"JeSus Christ."
"How do you know he it your hest friend ?"
"13ecautey he loves me=tire Bible says he
does."
"But your father and mother love you.—
Are not they your best friends ?"
They are my best earthly friends, aunty;
they love me, but not as. ►wuch as Jesus does;
they are not like Jesus P'
"I think your mothe' would do or suffer al
most anything for your, Katie," said I. "What
has Jesus done for you, that she or your father
either would nut do `"
"Oh, aunty, your know. Jesus was nailed
to the , cross. He died for Me."
I could scarcely refrain from tears as I saw
the earnest manner in which the dear child
uttered these words; but being anxious to find
out what she knew about the death of Jesus,
I asked her :
"Why did he died for you, Kitie ?
"Because he loved me, amity ; that he might
wash away my sins, and make me one of his
Own children."
"And did he die for no one else but you,
Katie ?
"Oh, yea, aunty, for you, and for father,
and mother and all the world."
Then, looking. me full in the face, she in
quired : "Now don't you think Jesus is my
best friend, aunty r"'
took her upon my knee, but for several
Moments I dould'uot utter - a word. At length
said :
"Jesus is, indeed, your best friend. He is
the friend of sinners; yes of those who went
anything but his friend. While we were yet
sinners Christ died for us."
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Jesus 4 your best friend—even if you do
not as yet feel it. You must think about him
—what he has dime for those who have sinned
against and grieved him; and sure lam that
if you only )earefull jr read the life of Jesu
and -think why did Jesus do and suffer all this,
you will begin to feel that he is your best
friend.
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