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Single subscription, in advance $1.50
Wivhin six months 1.76
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N o su bscriptions 'will be taken for a less period
lain six months.
Tile Great
A)URICAN TEA COMPANY,
51 Verney Street, New York ;
sincP its organization, has created a new era in the
hi s tory of
Wholesaling Teas in this Country.
They have introduce.l their selections of Teas, and
ore selling them at not over Two Cents (.02 Cents)
r( k r roundbove Cost, never deviating from the ONE
II ICE asked.
Another peellinrity of the company is that their
TEA Tmrsn not only devotes his time to the melee
l i e n of their Teas as to quality, value. and particu
lar styles for particular localities of country. but he
hips the TEA buyer to choose out of their enormous
cork such 'PEAS as are hest adapted to his peculiar
wants, and not only this, but points out to him the,
l e a bargains. It is .easy. to see the incalculable ad-!
vantage & TEA BUYER has in this establishment over
nit others. If he is no judge of TEA, or the MARKET.
if h i e l i me is valuable, he has all the beitefili' of a" well:
organized system of doing busineis. of an immense
evils!, of the judgment of ft• professional Tea ,Taster,
and the knowledge of superior salesmen.
This enables a'l Tea buyers—no matter if they
are thousands of miles from this market—tn par- :
chose on as good terms here as the New York mar
chants
Parties Can order Tens and will be served by us
at well as though they came themselves, being sure
to get origins] packages. true weights and tares;
and , he Teas are warranted as represented.
Ile issue a Price List of the Company's Teas,
which will he sent to all who order it: comprising
Hyson, Young Flyson, Imperial, Gun-
powder, Twankay and Skin.
Oolong, Souchong, Orange and Ir s yson Pekoc
Japan Tea of every desrription, colorid and uncolored.
This list has each kind of Tea divided into Fnur
nessee. namely: CARGO, high' CARGO, FINE.
FINEST, that every nne may understand from de
wrt)Mon and the prices annexed that. the Company
are determined to undersell the whole Tea trade.
We guarantee to sell all our Teas at not over
TWO CENTS ( .02 Cents) per pound above cost, be
lieving this to be attractive to the many who have
heretofore been paying Enormous Profits.
Great American Tea Company,
Great
Importers and Jobbers,
Sept. 15, 1868-Bm.] No. 51 Vesey St., N. Y
for a medicine that
100 REWA RD
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cure
Coughs. Influenza. Tickling in the Throat,
Whooping Cough, or relieve Consumptive Cough,
as quick as
COE'S COUGH BALSAM.
Over Five Thbusand Bottles have been sold in its
native town, and not a single instance of its failure
is known
We hove. in our possession, nay quantity of ccr
tifienti.N. Home of them tram EMINENT PHYSICI-
A NS. who hove used it in their practice, and given
it the preeminence over any other compound.
It does not Dry up a Cough,
bat loosens it, en as to enable the patient. to expec
tonne freely. Two or three doses will invariably
core Tickling in the Throat. A half bottle has of
ten completely cured the most STUBBOHN COUGH. and
yet, though it is So sure and speedy in its operation,
it is perfectly harmless, being purely vegetable. It
is very agreeable to the taste, and may be adminis
tered to children of any age.. In oases of CROUP
we will guarantee a cure, if taken in season.,
•
.M, family should be without• It.
It is within the reach of all, the price being only
25 Cents And if an investment and thorough
Intl does not "back up" the above statement, the
motley will be refunded. We say this knAing its
merits, and feel confident that one trial will secure
for it a home in every household.
Da not waste away with Coughing. when so small
as investment will cure you. It may be had of
any respeatuble Druggist in town, who will furnish
you with a circular of genuine certificates of cures
it has made. C. G. CLARK at CO.,
Proprietors,
New Rai , en, Ct.
At Wholesale, by.
Johnston, Holloway & Cowden,
23 North Sixth Street,-Philadelphia,,Pa.
For sale by Druggists in city, county, and every
where [Se..t.. 29, 1863 -3m.
IT. W. B.. 3 iRR'S
Mammoth Stove ' .•
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and Tinware Store Boom,
.1 few doors South of the Diamond, Greencastle, Pa.
lIE undersigned having purchased Nead's
1 entire interest in'the Tinning business. wishes
to inform the public at large, that he has on hand,
at his extensive Stove store,
COOK, PARLOR AND NINE-PLATE
Slaves. Among them are the Continental. Noble
Cook. Comniouvretiltla and Charm which he will sell
cheap for cash The very best quality of
Tin, Japaned and sheet Iron Ware,
to great variety.
SPOUTING
of the best material, for houses, tii.,-mantifactured
Slid put up at the shortest notice.
All are invited to call at this establishment, as the
proprietor is confident in rendering satisfaction,
both in price and quality of his wares. My price
ehxll be tow! /ow!! loM!!!
Save money by purchasing at headquarters
Wk. All work warranted
August 25, 1863
WSLLS COVERLT. DAVID HUTCHISON.
fiOvERLy & HUTCHISoN
NJ Have become Ihe Proprietors of the UNITED
STATES HOTEL, near the Railroad Depot at. HAR
IIISBUHG, Pa. Title popular anti commodious
hotel hits been newly refitted and furnished through
rint its parlors and chambers, and is now ready for
the reception of guests.
The traveling public will find the United States
liotel the most convenient, in particulars of any
Morel in the State Capital. on account of its access
to the railroad. being immediately between the two
great depots in this city
Harrisburg, August 4, '63-Bm.
GREENCASTLE SEMINARY.
M I P, AND FEMALE.
THE subscriber Will open a Male and Female Semi
ll nary at. Greencastle, on I hefirst Monday of October
next. Instruction . will be given in all the Branches
usnally taught in a first class school. MUSIC and
other Ornamental Branches will be taught by an ex-
Perienced Female Teacher. A limited number of
P l iPils will he received into the, family of the Frill
clod, as Boarders. For terms and further informa
lien, address JOS. S. LOOSE.
Greencastle, Sept. 22, 1863,2 m.
VOL-1111 GREENCASTLE, PA., TUESDAY, NOVE
A. SOLDIER'S LETTER.
Dear Madam, I'm a soldier, and my speech is rough
and plain,
I'm not much used to writing, and I hate to give you
pain,
But I promised that I'd do it—he thought it might
be so
If it came from one who loved him, perhaps 'twould
case the blow,—
By-this time you must surely guess the truth I fain
would hide,
And you'll pardon a rough soldier's words, while I
tell you how he died.
Twas the night before the battle, and in our crowded
tent
More than one brave boy was sobbing, and many a
knee was bent.,
For we knew not when the morrow with its bloody
work was done,
How many that were seated there, should see its
setting sun.
'Twas not so much for self they cared, as for the
loved at home ;
And it's always worse to think of, than to hear the
cannon boom.
'Twas then we left the crowded tent, your soldier boy
and I,
And we both breathed freer standing underneath the
clear blue sky :
I was more than ten years older, but he , seemed to
take te me,
And oft'ner than the younger ones he sought my
company.
He seemed to want to talk of home, and those he
held most dear,
And though I'd none to talk of, yet I always loved
to hear.
So then he told me on that. night, of the time he
came away,
And how you sorely grieved for him, but would not
let him stay
And how his one fond hope had been that when this
war was through,
He might go back with honor, to his friends at home.
and you. -
He named his sisters one by one, and then a deep
flush cattle, •
While he told me of another, but did not speak her
And then he said, ".Dear tlobert, it may be that I
shall fall,
And will you write to them at home, how I loved
and spoke of all."
So I promised, but I did not think the time would
cone so soon,
The fight wus just three days ago—he died to-day
at noon.
It seems Co sad chat one so loved ae he was should
be gone,
While I should still be living here, who had no
It. was in the morrow's battle, fast rained the shot
and shell,
He was lighting close beside me, and I saw him
when he fell,
So then I took him in my arms, and laid him on the
grass—
'Twas going against orders, but I think they'll let
it pass--
'Twat' a Minie ball that struck him, it entered at
• the side,-
And they did not think it fatal till the morning that
he died:
So when he found that he must go, he called me to
his bed,
And said, "You'll not forget to write when you
hear that I am dead,
And you'll tell them how I loved them, and bid
them all good-by!
Say I tried to do the best I could, and did not fear
to die
And underneath my pillow there's a curl of golden
There's a name upon the paper, send it to .my
mother's care.
Last night I wanted so to live, I seemed so youag
to go,—
Last week I passed my birthday, I was but nineteen
you know,
When I thought of all I'd planned to do, it seemed
so hard to die,
But then I prayed to God for grace, and my cares
are all gone by."
And here his voice grew weaker, and he partly raised
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his bead,
And whispered, " Good-by, mother,"—and so your
boy was dead
I wrapped his cloak around him,*and we bore him
out to-night,
And laid him by a clump of trees, where the moon
was shining bright,
And we carved him out a head-board as skilful as
we could—
If you should wish to find it, I can tell you where
it. stood.
I send you back his hymn book, and the cap he used
to wear,
And a lock I cut the night before of his bright
curling hair.
I send you back his Bible : the night before he died.
We turned its leaves together, as 1 read it by his side.
I've kept the belt he always wore, he told toe so to
do,
It has a bole upon the side, 'tis where the ball wen
through.
—So now I've done his bidding, there's nothing more
to tell,
But I shall always mourn with you, the boy we
loved so well.
—Evangelist. April; 1863
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During the Revolutionary War when a
corps of the American army was encamped
near the borough of Elizabethtown, New Jersey
an officer, who by the way, was more of a de
votee of Venus than of Mars, paid his addres
ses to a lady of distinction, whom he was in
the habit of visiting nightly.- On a discovery
of the repeated absence of the officer, and of
the place where interviews with his Dulcina
were had, some waggish friends resolved to
play off a handsome trio( at his expense, which
should deter him from a repetition of his vis
its.
The officer, it appears rode a very small
horse of the'pony kind, which he left untied
with the bridle reins over his neck, near the
door, in order to. mount and ride off without
delay. when the business of courting and kiss
ing was , over ; and the horse always remained
until backed by the owner without attempting
to change his position. On a certain dark and
gloomy night, when, the officer had, as usual,
gone to pay his devotions to the object of .his
dearest affections, and was enjoying the approv
ing smiles of the lovely fair one, his wagg,ish
companions went privately to the door of the
house where the officer was, took his bridle and
saddle from the horse. which they sent away
placed the bridle on the tail and the saddle on
the back, and crupper over the horns of a
quiet old cow, who stood peaceably chewing
her cud, near the spot. Immediately tl)ereaf
ter they retired some distance from the house,
and separating, raised the loud cry of alarm,
that the (meth) , had landed and were marching
into the village.
Our hero, cn hearing this, took counsel from
his fears, and snatching a hasty kiss, he shot
out of the door with the velocity of a musket
ball, and mounted into the saddle, with his
back toward the head Of the cow, and plunging
his sharp spurs keenly into her sides, caused
her to bawl out with excessive pain, and she
darted in her best gallop towardl the camp.—
The officer still plying his spurs with all his
wine on board—finding himself hurried rapid
ly backwards, manege of all his efforts to ad
vance hearing the repeated bawlings of the tor
tured beast, imagined that he was carried off
by magic, and roaring outmost lustily that the
devil had got hini=wia thin carried' into 'the
very centre : of the camp„
The sentinels hearing the noise, discharged
their pieces and fled, and alarm guns were fir
ed—the drums beat to ern* the officers left
their quarters and,.cried. "turn out," with all
the strength of their lungs.' The soldiers
started from their sleep as if a ghost had dis.
turbed their dreams, and the whole body run
ing half naked as quick as possible in gallant
dishabille, prepared to repel the terrible inva
der. When, lo I the ludicrous sight soon pre
sented itself to th.eir eyes of the gallant officer,
mounted on a cow, with his face towards her
tail—her tongue hanging out—her sides gory
with the gouging of the spurs, and he himself
almost deprived of, reagon, and half petrified
with horror. • •
A loud roar of laughter broke from the as
sembled band, at the rider-and his steed ; the
whole corps gave him three times three cheers
as he bolted into camp.
He was carried to his quarters in triumph
there to dream of lovers, metamorphoses' back
ward rides, sternway advances, and alarm of
invasion, and thereby garnish his mind with
materials for writing a splendid treatise on the
novel adventure of a cow ride.
A Providence paper gives us the following
adroit dialogue
"Friend," said a shrewd Quaker, to a man
with a drove of hogs, "bast thou any hogs in
this drove with large bortes?"
"Yes," replied the drover, "they all have."
"]last any with lung heads and very sharp
noses ?"
"Yes."
"East any with long ears, like those of the
elephant, hanging down over his eyes ?"
"Yes, all my drove are of that description
and will suit you exactly."
1 rather• think they would not suit me,
friend, if they are such as thou deseribest
them. Thou may'st drive on."
THE C elebrated Dr. Bently, of Salem, was
noted for his pertinacity in refusing to .ex
change with his brethern. Having been asked
his reason, he said that "he was not going to
MAu C. HOvEY
have any strange hogs rooting round his sty."
~llitelEaiteottC.
A Backward Cow Ride.
On Hogs.
DER 24. 1863. NO 35.
A Word for Total Abstinence
One Sabbath afternoon we were going to
church, in company with a very dear friend,
Rev. J. Madison Mayall, in the city of Brook •
lyn, opposite New. York As we walked along
the street, passing many beautiful houses, and
meeting, with flocks of happy children on the
way to Sabbath School, suddenly, as we turned
into _a narrow street, we beheld a sad sight.—
It was a man—somebody's father, perhaps,—
and once some fond mother's darling boy,—now
a sot, reeling, against the railing on the side.
walk. He was overcome with strong drink.
2. Oh. what a sad condition ! How low the
drunkard makes himself, and how miserable!
—more wretched than the dumb beasts, and
more undone than the wretchedest slave. And
yet these unfortunate men have warm hearts
and loving natures nearly always. Intemper
acne loves a shining , mark, and destroys the
noblest of the race.
3. Dear children of the Day-school. as you
pass such a ruined man as this, anywhere, re
member the law of love commended by the
Savior. Have hearts'of pity for him. Never
mock or insult him, but go to him with a help
ing, hand, and as you go, send up a prayer to
God in quest of blessing and strength for the
poor inebriate.
4. Love for strong drink is formed in youth
ful days. So beware. All your book-learn
ing will be useless it you make shipwreck of
your integrity. Be solid as a rock for temper
ante. "Touch not, taste not, handle not."—
Thousands of young , men are in greater danger
of saloon and drinking-bars at home than their
fellow-thousands are of bullets on the battle
fieid. It is honorable to fall a patriot for lib
erty, but it is shameful to be slain in this war
that Satan wages from bottle mouths.—School
Visitor..
Don't Break the Sabbath.
A young man lay tossing from aide to side
on a straw bed, in one. corner of a dark, room
in a prison. " What brought you here?" said
one who went to visit him in hia distress.—'
Breaking the Sabbath,? said he, " breaking
the Sabbath. Instead of going to the Sabbath
School, I went. a fishing on the Sabbath. I
knew I was doing wrong; my mother taught
me better ; my Sabbath. School teacher, taught
me bettcr ; my rninisyr taught me better; my
Bible taught me better ; my conscience reproy•
ed me, all the time I was doing it; but L hated
instrt;Mion and despised reproof—and here I
am in prison. I. did not believe those .who
taught me and warned me. I had no idea, that
it would come to this—but here I am. Lost l
Undone I"
But I hear some one say, " What h a rm can
there be in taking a stroll in the woods, or on
the hill? What harm in just sitting down on
the bank to fish ? What harm ! What harm!
Why, this : God is disobeyed. He says, "Re
member the Sabbath day to keep it holy."—
The moment you resolve to, have your own way,
and seek your own pleasures, instead of obey
ing God, you let go of compass, rudder, and
chart. Nothing but God's word can guide you
safely through this..life.. forsake that, refuse
to obey its teachings', and you' are lost.
This Hand never Struck Me.
We recently heard the following most touch
ing incident : A little boy had died. His
body was laid out in a darkened, retired room
waiting to be laid away in the lone, cold grave.
His afflicted mother and bereaved little sister
went in to look at the sweet face of the preci
ous sleeper, fur his face, was beautiful even in
death. As they stood gazing upon the form of
the one so beloved and cherished, the little
girl asked to take his hand. The mother at
first did not think it best, but as the child re
peated the request, and seemed very anxious
about it, she took the cold bloodless hand of
her sleeping boy, and placed it in the hand of
his weeping sister.
The dear child looked at it a moment, ea
ressed it fondly, and then looked up to her
mother through her tears of affection and love,
and said : ,
" Mother, this little hand neyer struck me!'
What could be more, touching and lovely.
Young readers, have you always been so
gentle to brothers and sisters, that were you to
die, such a tribute as this could be paid to
your memory " Could a brother or sister take
your hand, were it cold in death, and say ,
"This hand never struck me !"
You're a queer chicken, as the hen said when
she liatched out a duck. ' ' ' '
•Where did Noah strike , the first nail in the
ark? On the head. •
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A Beautiful Figure.
Life is beautifully compared to a fountain
fed by a thousand streams, that perish if one
be dried. It is a silver cord, twisted with a
thousand strings, that part asunder if one be
broken. Frail and thoughtless mortals are sur
rounded by innumerable dangers; which make
it much more strange that they escape so long
than that they almost all perish suddenly at
last. We are encompassed with accidents every
day to crush the mouldering tenements we in
habit. The seeds of disease ate planted in
our constitutions by nature. The earth and at
mosphere. whence we draw the breath of life,
are impregnated •with death. Health is made
to operate its own destruction, the food that
nourishes containing the elements of decay;
the soul that animates it by vivifying first,
tends to wear it out by its own action; death
lurks in ambush along the paths. Notwith
standing this is the truth. so palpably confirm
ed by the daily examples before'our eyes, how
little do we lay it at heart ! We see our friends
and neighbors die among ua ; but how seldom
does it occur to our thoughts that our knell
shall. perhaps, give the next fruitless warning
to the world.
Family Records.
The post office in a town in Dixie was kept
in the bar-room of a tavern, a great resort for
loungers. An old chap more remarkable for
his coarseness and fidelity than for his manners,
was sitting there one day with a lot of his boon
companions. when the Methodist minister, a
new comer, entered and asked for letters.
-Old Swipes spoke up-bluntly,
"Are you the Methodist parson just coos•
here to preach ?"
"I am," pleasantly replied the minister.
"Well," said Swipes, "will you tell me how
old the devil is ?"
"Keep your own family record," replied the
minister, and left the house amid the roars of
the company
A young man in a highly elaborate sermon
which he preached while supplying an absent
minister'S pulpit said several times, when giv
ing some new expositions of a passage :
"The critics and commentators do not agree
with me here." The next morning es he was
ruminating on his performances, a poor woman
came to see him with som Ithing in her
,apron.
She said her husband had heard his sermon
and thought it was a very fine one; and as he
said" the common eaters did not agree with
him, here, he had sent him some of the best
Jersey Sues.
GOOD, ANYHOW.-At the dinner table of a
hotel. somewhere in Ohio. not long since, a
"green un," unable to restrain the cravings of
his appetite, pitched into a large dish of rice
before him. A waiter mildly informed him
that it was intended for a desert, and that he
had better eat something else first, Greeny
replied
"Desert be blamed, I don't care if it's a
wilderness. it's good I'm going to eat it."
A family in New_.Jersey employed a girl' to
do housework. The mistress observing that
her new help was much addicted to Methodist
hymns asked her if she belonged to that church.
"No," she replied, "not exactly a member,
but I have been tuck in on suspicion."
"Probation, you mean ?"
"No, I don't, (in a sharp accent, and with a
dogged wanner,) I know what I mean; I was
tuck in on suspicion."
"Ma, has your tongue got legs?"
"Got what, child ?"
"Got legs, ma P'
"Certainly not, but why did you ask that
silly question ?"
`O, nothing, only I heard pa say your
tongue was running from morning till night,
and I was wondering how it could run without
legs—that's all."
A CABIN BOY on board a ship the captain of
which was a religious man, was called up to be
whipped for some misdemeanor. Little Jack
went crying and trembling and said to the cap
tain : " Pray, sir, will , you wait until I say
my Prayers?" " Yes," was the stern reply.
" Well, then," replied Jack, looking up and
smiling triumphantly, " I'll say them when I
get ashore."
" Please, mister, give me a bundle of hay."
' Yes, my son. Sioniese or shilling bun.
dle ?"
"Shilling."
Is it for your father ?"
" No, guess 'taint—it's for that hoss, my
father dosilt eat hay 1"
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