THE PILOT IS rEBUSHED EVEY TUESDAY NIORNING By JAMES W. M'CRORY, (North West Corner of the Public Square,) she following rates, from which there will be no deviation : Ibistgle subscription, in advance $1.50 ilshin six moat& 1.75 Within twelve months 2.00 No paper will be discontinued unless at the option of the Publishers, until all arrearages are paid. No subscriptions will be taken for a less period ban six months. The Great A.NERICAN TEA COMPANY, 61 iresey Street, New York ; Since its organization, has created a new era in the history of Wholesaling Teas in this Country. They have introduce.' their selections of Teas, and ars selling them at not over Two Cents (.02 Cents) per pound above Cost, never deviating from the ONE PRICE asked. 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 portion styles for particular localities of country, but he helps the TEA buyer to choose out of their enormous stock such TEAS as are best adapted to his peculiar wants, and not only this, but points out tollim - the best bargains. It is easy to see the incalculable ad.. vantage a TEA Buz-Nu has in this establishment over all others. If he 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 Tea:Taster, and the knowledge of superior salesmen. This enables all Tea buyers—no matter if tlieY are thousands of miles from this market—to pur chase on as good terms here as the New York mer chants Parties can order Teas - and will be served by us as well as though they came themselves, being sure to get original packages. true weights, and tares; and the Teas are warranted ns represented. We issue a Price List of the Company's Teas, which will be sent to all who order it; comprising Hyson, Young Dyson, Imperial, Gun powder, Twankay and Skin. Oolong, Souchong, Orange and syson Peko, Japan Tea of eve-y description, colored and uncolored This list has each kind of Tea divided into Four Classes. namely: CARGO, high CARGO, FINE, FINEST, that every one may understand from de .teription 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 Ihe.rnany who have heretofore been paying Enormous Profits. Great American Tea Company, Importers and jobbers, , Sept. 16, 1868-3m.] No. 61 Vesey St., N. Y 100 ! t ill ,ure E WARDI for a medicine that Coughs, .influenza, Tickling in the _Throat, Whooping Cough, orrelieve Consumptive Cough, as quick as COE'S COUGH BALSAM. Over Five Thousand Bottles have been sold'in its native town, - and not a single instance of its failure is known. We hove. in our possession. any quantity of cer tificates. some of them from ifhifLicEirr PITYSTCT ANS, who have used it, in their practice, and given it the preeminence over any other compound: It does not Dry up a Cough, tit loosens it, so as to enable the patient to meg erste freely. Two or three doses will invariably ure Tickling in the Throat. A half bottle has of en completely cured the most STUBBORN COUGH.' and yet, though it is so sure and speedy in its operation, ills perfectly harmless, being purely vegetable. It is very agreeable to the taste, and may be adminis -sred to children of any age. In cases of CROUP we will guarantee a cure, if taken in season. No family should be without B. It is within the reach of all, the price being only 25 Cents. And if an investment And thorough trial does net 'back up" the above statement, the money will be refunded. We say this knowing its merits, and feel confident that one trial will secure for it a hume in every household. Do not waste sway with Coughing, when so small an investment. will cure you. It may be had of any respectable Druggist in town, who will furnish you with a circular of genuine certificates of cures it has made. C. G. CLARK & CO., Proprietors, New Haven, CL At Wholesale, by Johnston, Holloway & Cowden, 28 North Sixth Street, Philadelphia, Pa. For sale by Druggists in city, county, and every where [Sept. 29, 1863.-6 tn. J. VT. BARR'S Mammoth Stove and Tinware Store Room, Il few doors South of the Diamond, Greencastle, Pa. Tlll undersigned having purchased Mr. Nead's entire interest. in the Tinning business, wishes to inform the public at large, that ho has on hand, at his extensive Stove store, COOK, PARLOR AND NINE-PLATE stoves. Among them are the Continental, Noble - Jook, Commonwealth and Charm, which he will sell :heap for cash. The very best quality of Tin, Japaned and Sheet Iron Ware, tits great variety. SPOUTING of the best material, for houses, &c., manufactured and put up at the shortest notice. All are invited to call at this establishment, as the sroprietor is confident in rendering satisfaction, oth in price and quality of his wares. My price hall be /ow! low!.! low!!! Swie money by purchasing at headquarters. lJt All work warranted. August 25, 1863. THE GREAT CAUSE OF HUMAN MISERY. Jest Published in a Sealed Envelope. Price six cents. A. Lecture on the. Nature, Treatment and Radical Cure of Seminal Weakness. or Sper raatorrhcea, induced from Self-Abuse ; Involuntary Rmissions, Impotency, Nervous Debility, and Im pediments to Marriage generally ; Consumption, epilepsy and Fits ; Mental and Physical Incapacity, ac.—By RonT. J. CBLVBawELL, M. D., Author of "The Green Book," &e. The world-renowned author, - in this admirable Lecture, clearly proves from his own experience that :he awful consequences of Self-abuse may be effec tually removed without medicine, and without dan gerous surgical operations, bangles, instruments, rings, or cordials, pointing out a mode of cure at once certain and effectual, by which every sufferer, no matter what his condition may be, may cure him self cheaply, privately and radically. This lecture will prove a boon to thousands and thousands. Sent under seal, in a plain .envelope, to any ad dress, on receipt of six cents, or two postage stamps, by addressing the publishers, CHAS. J. C. KLINE & CO., 127 Bowery. New York, Peat Office Bor,- 4686. Jan. 27, 1864..5ep221y. VOL-V "The beautiful vanish, and return not." They are stricken, darkly stricken : Faint and fainter grows each breath, And the shadows round them thicken, Of the darkness that is Death. We are with them bending o'er them, And the Soul in sorrow saith, "Would that I had passed before them, To the darkness that. is death!" They are sleeping, coldly sleeping, In the grave-yard, still and lone, Where the winds, Above them sweeping, Make a melancholy moan. Thickly round us, darkly o'er us, Is the pall of sorrow thrown ; And our heart-heats make the chorus Of that melancholy moan. They are waking, brightly lynking, From the slumbers of the tomb. And, onrobed in Light, forsaking Its impenetrable gloom. They are rising, they have risen, And'their spirit-forms illume, In the.darkness of Death's prison. The impenetrable gloom. They are passing, upward passing, Dearest beings of our love, And their spirit-forms are glassing In the beautiful Above; There we see them—there we hear them— Through our dreams they ever move : And we long to he anettr them, In the beautiful Above They are going, gently going, In their angel-robes to stand., Where the river of Life is flowing In the far-off Silent Land. We shall mourn them—we shall miss them From our broken little baud ! But our souls shall still caress them, In the Ihr-off Silent Lind. They are singing, Sweetly singing, Far beyond the'vale of Night, Where the angel•hharps are ringing, And the day is ever bright•. We can love them—we can greet them From this laud of dimmer light, Till Ged takes us hence to meet them Where the Day is ever bright. Ooob !•:itoro. GOD !ALP THE POOH. "What a terrible night " exelaithed Mrs. Creighton, as she drew aside the heavy damask curtain, and looked out. The snow had been falling for several hours, and the air was yet filled by myriads of flakes, that whirled in wild eddies through the narrow streets, or came in rattling gusts against the windows. Great drifts were piling up steadily against doorways, and on the lee of corner houses, and in all places where some barrier turned the strong wind aside in its onward march. From a high, peeping treble, down to the lowest muttering base, the tempest voice ran up and down the scale ; now in tones and half tones; now in chords; and now iu shud dering dissonance. Mr. Creighton came and stood by the side of his wife, at the window of their luxurious home, and looked out upon the stormy night. "I pity those who are compelled to go abroad," he said. "And those who have no homes," added his wife. "And the poor, who have no fire in their dwellings." ' "No fire ; and on such a night, as this !" Mrs. Creighton turned and looked into her hus band's face, with an expression of doubt, fear and pity. "Surely, none are in this extremi ty'!" "Hundreds, I fear, even in our Christian city," replied her husband, as he moved from the window, and sat down in front of the grate. "Hundreds," he added in a thoughtful, con cerned way. "With everything around us so warm, comfortable, and luxurious, it is difficult to realize the fact, that many, very many, are now cold and hungry. Poor, sick women, and tender children, crouching in fireless rooms, or by hearths on which the last red embers are dying." "Don't husband, don't!" exclaimed Mrs. Creighton, lifting her hands and turning her face away. "I shudder at the bare imagination of such things." "If we shudder at the imagination of such things, what must it be 'to suffer the reality," said Mr. Creighton, not even making an effort to push the subject from his thoughts. "God help the poor !" ejeeulated his wife, in a tone of pity. J. W. BARR -en /iv ,befiloPhionyfil " y:- - • ~1110 • ,d? - a 0 )^ t y , , P 44 /W• „„„„,,, " - G-REENCASTLE, PA., TUESDAY, MARCH 22, 1864. Zeltct ipoetrv. OUR CHILDREN. DT WILLIAM D. GALLAGHER BY T. S. ARTHUR "Yes, God help them !" was the low, earn est response. There followed a silence of some moments, when Mr. Creighton said : "When did you see Mrs. Buie ?" "Not since last week." "How was she, then ?" "She looked pale and weak. I gave her some tea and a loaf of fresh bread." "And you hasn't seen her since ?" "No." "When was it we sent her that half ton of coal ?" "I can't remember. But, now I think of it, Hannah told me, day before yesterday, that Mrs. Bayle came round, when I was out, and asked for a bucket of coal." "Did she get it ?" "Yes. Hannah gave it to her." "That was two days ago ?" "Yes." Mr. Creighton sighed, and sat looking into the grate fof•nearly a minute, without speak- • mg. "I feel troubled about that woman and her little children," he said,at last. "Just think if they should be without food or fire, on a night like this." "Oh, that can't be !" answered his wife. "It is possible, Allie. Such things have been. Women and children have perished with cold, even in our city." "Don:t talk about it.. You give me the heartache." Mr. Creighton arose, and commenced walk ing the floor in a disturbed manner. • "I declare, Edward," said his wife, "you have destroyed all our home comfort for the evening by these dreadful images your fancy has created. Let us be thankful for the good we have, and show our thankfulness in its en- j oyni en t." Mr. Creighton did not answer, but kept on his movement, back and forward, across the room. He was thinking of poor Mrs. Bayle. "We must finish 'A Tale of Two Cities' to night," said the wife, taking up a volume.— "Sit down, Edward, and I will read. We are at the storming of the Bastile." Bit Mr. Creighton di¬ pause in his rest less walk. The reading began, and was con tinued for ten or fifteen minUtes: "What a wild, fearful picture r." said Mrs. Creighton, letting the volume fall into her lap. "Suelt word-painting power is wonder ful." She lookedlup 'at hor husband, and saw, at n glance, that be had not been listening. 7 "I don't:believe," she said, in a slightly an noyed tone, "that you've heard a single page that I have been reading." "To tell the truth, Arne, I don't think I have," was frankly answered. • "Not very complimentary to me or the au thor." "On the contrary, Allie, I acknowledge my interest in both. But just now I can think of nothing elsebut Mrs. Bayle and her children." "We cannot help them to-night, Edward.— The storm is too wild for any one to go abroad. Leave . them in the hands of God. He will take care of them." "How will he take care of them ?" Mr. Creighton stood still, and looked, stead ily, into his wife's face. His eyes fell beneath his glance of earnest interrogation. "How will God take care of them, Allie, if they are without fuel and food to-night ?" She did not answer, and he added— " Not by sending coal and bread through su pernatural-agencies, but by puttinp it into the heart of some human being to go to their suc cor. When you said, 'God help the poor !' the thought of. Mrs. Bayle and her children came instantly into my mind, and I cannot put it away. I must see to them this night." "Oh, no, no, Edward ! You cannot go out in such a dreadful storm." - As if to pieve force to her words, the temp est shrieked wildly, and the fast-falliug snow drove its fine crystals rattling against the win dows. Mr. Creighton pushed aside the curtain and looked out. The whirling flakes filled the air like a cloud. He' could hardly see across the street. "You mustn't think of going out, Edward," said his wife, and she came to his side, and drew her arms around him. "Alice, you said, just now, 'God help the poor T.' and spoke from genuine pity. He can.: . not help them, except by human hands. I feel, so strongly, that my hinds are needed for help to-night, that I could not hold baCk were the storm twice as violent. I have warm gar ments to protect me from the cold. I have health, strength, and a stout heart in humani ty's cause, I trust. Allie, I must go. No sleep could weigh down my eye-lids to-night, if I remained in uncertainty about this poor woman and her children." And resolutely putting aside all remonstran ces, Mr. Creighton prepared himself to go out. On passing into the street, the gust swept fiercely into his face, taking his breath for a moment, and staggering him back several paces. But, recovering himself, he leaned a little for ward, bracing to the wind, and plunging away through snow-drifts that half buried him at times. The small tenement in which Mrs. Bayle lived stood several squares distant, in a narrow court. Thither he made his way, as rapidly as he could move through all the man ifold obstructions that retarted his progress.— He found the court almost blockade up with snow, which the wind had swept from the roofs above, and piled up in the narrow space be tween the houses. On gaining the one in which Mrs. Bayle lived, he saw no lights in the wind ows, though the shutters were open. He put his hand on the door, and pushed it open.— All was silent within. He spoke, but : no voice answered, and there came no sound to his ears. Then going out quickly, he shut the door, and crossing the court, knocked where a light gleamed out from a window. "Who's there ?" It was a woman's voice that called. He knocked main "Come in," said the same voice. Mr. Creighton pushed open the door, and entered a small room, iu which a woman sat sewing. She was alone. "Excuse my intrusion," he said, 'noticing that his appearance surprised and startled her. "But I want to ask about a Mrs. Bayle who lives in this court. Have you seen her to day ?" "No, sir; I don't think 'l've seen her around to-day," answered the women. "She lives nearly opposite?" "Yes. sir." "It's all dark there," said Mr. Creighton. I opened the door and spoke, but no one an swered." "I hope she isn't sick or dead," remarked the woman, with some concern of manner. "I don't know what would become of her four lit tle children." "We must see after them," said Mr. Creigh ton, in a decided way. "Will you let me have a candle and some matches ?" "Yes, sir." And the woman laid down her work. "And go over with me? "Yes, sir." Then she went to the stairs, and called : "Jake, come down here ! A gentle man's called to see about Mrs. Bayle, and I'm going over with him.'' The rough voice of a man answered to this summons, and some heavy feet were heard moving on the floor above. Before their own er made his appearance, however Mr. Creigh ton and the woman was across the court. On lighting a candle in the chilly room, which they had entered, they saw only a table, two old chairs, and the black, fireless stove on the hearth. "3lrs. Bayle ?" called the woman, going to the stairs that led to the single room above. But no answer came. "We must go up," said Mr. Creighton And they passed to the chamber. "Save us !" exclaimed his companion, as she held up the wavering candle. "They're all here P' "As she spoke, the light fell upon a woman's white, deathly face. She was lying on a bed with such scanty coveriug that the chill air could scarcely have failed to reach her vitals. The forms, but not the faces, of three children were seen also. "Mrs. Bayle !" This time the sound reached her dull senses, and she opened her eyes, that shone, glassy, in the light. "Are you sick, Mrs. Bayle ?" "Yes," was the faint answer. The children, half-awake from cold, now pushed up their heads from beneath the cover ing, and one of them said anxiously: "Riot we going to have any supper to-night, mamma ?" A great sob came up, at this, from the sud denly touched heart of Mr. Creighton. "Yes,, you shall have your supper to-night," answered the woman. "Lie still and keep warm for a. little while." "I can't keep warm," answered the child "0 dear ! It's so cold." Setting down the candle, the woman said:— "I'll run over and get a comfortable, and Jake shall bring a bucket of coal and make a fire in ADVERTISING RATES. Advertisements will lie inserted in THE PILOT Id the following rates: 1 column, one year of a column, one year of a column, one year 1 square, twelve months 1 square, six months..... 1 square, three months 1 square, (ten lines or less) 3 insertions 1.00 Each subsequent insertion... Professional cards, one year NO 3 the stove down stairs, that will noon warm the house." And she hurried away. In a few moments she was back again with covering for the bed, which she laid over the woman and children, and as her briskly moving hands tucked in the warm comfortable all around, she said : "Now lie still until we get a fire made, and your supper ready." "God help the poor!" said Mr. Creighton, with tear•filled eyes, as he went down stairs. the woman heard him, for in his emotion he had spoken aloud, and she answered. "A great many people say that, sir; and yet no help comes. It doesn't put bread into chil dren's mouths. It dosen't feed the hungry and clothe the naked, sir." "But God may inspire willingness in human hearts," replied Mr. Creigtou, as he has done to-night, and thus help them. And but for this willingness which he gives, no help would come. So, I say still, God help the poor !" "He must have put it into your heart," said the woman ; "for if you hadn't come these poor souls might have perished before day- light." ' "Perhaps," answered Mr. Creighton, as he took out his purse. Then adding : "Here is money for Mrs. Bayle. Will you see that she has everything needed to night ?" "I will sir, as if she was my own sister," re plied the women with an earnestness of tone that left Mr. Creighton in no doubt. "And so, God help the poor 1" said he, as he passed out again into the stormy night, and took his way homeward. "0, Edward," exclaimed Mrs. Creighton, as after more than half an hour of anxious sus pense her husband came in with a quick step, bright eye and ruddy countenance. "I'm so glad you are home again ! It has stormed harder than ever since you left. How did you find Mrs. Bayle ?" "Without food, fire, or light 1" he answered. "I think death would have found her and her children, mayhap, if God' 'had not sent me to their relief. It is God who really helps the poor, Allie. We are only the instrument in his hands. May we always be willing !" As you have been to-night," said Mrs. Creighton, with a new impression of her hus band's character, in her heart. And she laid her hand in his, and looked lovingly into a face that was all alive with manly feeling.—N. Ledger. tittle-or-Nothings. Shallow brooks and shallow old men and wo men pass their whole time in babbling. The worst inconvenience of a small fortune is that it will not adroit of inadvertency. When malicious dames gather at a tea-party, Satan can afford to take a snooze. In the treatment of nervous cases, he is the best physician who is the most ingenious in spirer of'Hope. • One cannot have too much wit or too much probity, but one eau make too great a display of them. If every mau and boy were to get all that they deserve, forests would soon run short of switches. Mutual flatterers generally understand each other as well as a couple of horse jockies or blacklegs. Tupper says 'tis the horse and not the wagon that wearies. But we are very certain that we have seen a wagon tire Good or bad fortune generally pursues those who have the greatest share of either. The prosperous man seems as a magnet to attract prosperity. It speaks well for the native kindness of our hearts, that nothing gives us greater pleasure than to feel that we are conferring it. The public speaker, who depends on rhetor ic instead of logic, fights with his open hand instead of his clenched fist. Those who take no account of their own sins in life may expect to be brought one day to a "dead reckoning." Nothing can tend so much to dissolve the authority of laws as their lax administration ; so laws should be in-themselves mild, but ad- tuiuisterod rigorously $70.00 35.00 20.00 8.00 5.00 = = ==:: 4.00 25 6.00
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