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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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