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The Great
.p.NERICAN TEA COMPANY,
51 Vesey Street, New York;
Since its organization, has created a new era in the
history of
Wholesaling Tess in this country.
They have int.roducel their selections of Teas, and
are selling them at not over Two Cents (.02 Cents)
per pound above Cost, MVO 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 particu
lar styles for particular looalities of ciountry, but he
helps the TVA lawer to choose out of tkeir enormous
stock such TEAS as are. best
,adapted to his peculiar
'rants, and not only this, lint points out to him the
best bargains, It is easy to see the incalculable ad
vantage a TEA 13tivEti 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.pf 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 they
are thousands of miles ,fromthis 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 is though they came themselves, befit sure
to get original packages, true weights and dares;
and the Teas are warranted as represented.
We issue a 'Price I.ist of the Company's Teas,
which will be sent to all who order it; compiiaing
Hyson, Young Hyson,' Imperial, Gun
,
powder, Twankwand Skin.
Oolong, Soucltong,• Orange and Hyson,Peko,
Japan Tea qf every description, colored and uncolored
Thie list. has each kind or Tea divided into Four
Classes. namely: . CARGO, high CARGO, FINE,
FINEST, that every one may understand from de
scription and the prides annexed that the Company
Are determinectio Undersell the whole Teq trade.
We gilev i ellige le sell all our Teas at not over
TWO CENTS (.02 Cents) per pound above cost, be
lieving this to be attractive to the many ram have
heretofore been paying Rionmous Profits.
Great American Tea Company,
Impralevp and jobberili
Sept. 16,1863-Rum.] No. 61 Vescy St., N. Y.
%ton BiPwiciti:•l fop *medicine that
cure ,
Coughs,..kinerga,liNg in the _Throat,
Whpoping Cough,orrelieve Consumptive Cough,
na qttik Rs
COE'S DOUGH BALSAM. .
Over,Five Thousand Batley lave been sold in its
nntiye town, and pot a single instance of its failure
in known.
We have, in our possession . . any quantity of cer
liftcnt et. some off hem from .11;if 1 :VENT PRYSICI
who hove used it in theip practice, and given
It the preeminence over any other compound.
. . .
It does not I)ry n. 13 a Cough 4
tit lononns it, on no to,nnnble the patient. to expec
erete freely. , Two or three 4 08 en .will invariably
ore Ticksag in the Threat. half bottle bas
en completely cured the moat wrennonx norms, and
yet, though it is so sure and speedy in its operation,
it is perfectlyhartnless, being purely vegetable. It
is very agreeable to the taste, and may be adminis
,ered to children of nny age. In cases of CROUP
see will guarantee a cure, if taken in seasen.•
No fdt)tilJ shouhrbe withiolt
It is within the reaah of all, the price being only
'25 Cents. And if an investment and thorough
truth does ne t t "back up".l.lle - above otatetnect, the
money will be refunded. We say thik-knowiiii its
merits, and feel that one trial will ssieure
for it n home in.epery household. .
An not waste awny with Conghin'g, when so small
nn investment will cure yon. It maybe bad of
any respectable Druggist in town, who will furnish
you with a airoular of genuine eertificales of cures
it has made. C. G. CLARK & CO,
, '
Proprietors '
• New Haven, flt.
Wholesale,.by
Johnston. Holloway 84 Cowden,
North Sixth Straet, Philadelphia, P.
For Slail by Dritggists in atty. county, and etery.
where ,t,Sept. 29, 1668.-Cm.
J. W. B4II,R'S
Mammoth Stove
and Tinware Store Betnn,
fete doors South of the Diamond, Greencastle, Pa.
«pup, undersigned linviag ciurchnSoci Mr. Vend's
JL entire interest in the . Tin Xing business, wishes
to inform the .publio at large, that ha has on hand,
at his extensive Stove store,
,CQQIC., PARLOR, AND NINE-PLANE
iStoyes. Among them sire the Continental, Noble
Cook, Commonwealth and Charm, which he will sjeg
cheap for cash. The very Veit quality of
•,
Tin,
J'apa.ned and fitkeet Iron Ware,
ja great variety.
SPOUTING
ref the hest tnaterinl, for houses, &,c., manufactured
and put up At the shortest notice. - A
All are incited tq et this establishment, as the
oroprietor is confident iu rendering satisfaction,
oth price and quality a his warn. My priers
ball be low!,kw I! /ow HI
Sarre money by purchasing at luzaticluurisfu
11g)... All work warranted
August 26, 1869.
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A. Leoture on tnalirOurist, ifroatrgent
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YO.L-V
BEAR THE CROSS.
There are flowers that ne'er shell wither,
Blossoms that shall ne'er decay :
They are found beyond this planet,
In the realms of endless day.
If you fain would taste these floweri,
Blowing in immortal bowers—
Bear the Cross.
Were sre Impel; that never crumble—
Imstreus hopes that ne'er shall die--
Hopes that. bud upon this fair earth,
Bpi. which ripen 'yond the say.
If these hopes, that "e'er shall perieh,
You desire to her) and cherish—
Bear the Crows.
There are frien4 who live forever—
Friends whop► Death hath sent before—
Through the dark and silent valley
To a far subliiner shore.
Would ye have these friends forever
Bryoqr side, a c s leave them never—
Bear the Cross.
There are never-dying pleasures—
Pleasures sweet, and holier far,
Than tip bodiless enjoyments
Which around Ftbout us are.
Bo you fish to f[nd these pleasures,
These'cplestial, priceless treasures ?
Bear the Cross,
There are bright 444 fadless beauties,
Constellated by God's hind,
Where thr, gentle waves'of mimic
Flood with melody a land.
If you kin , would see these bpauties,
Never trifle with life's cluties-=
Bear the Cross
There are pover-clouded glories—
Glories robed in holy awe--
There are splendors that are grander
Than this world of hour e'er saw,
Would 'you, when your life-ties sever,
Qaze upon I.hese glories eyer--
Dear the Cross.
There's a Jjfe which pe'er sball slumber—
There are blisses Went With love,
And if yqp be ever faillful
Yoitll experience them above,
Where, when cometh Death's to-morrow,
You shall, purged of every sorrow,
- Wear a Crown.
Cool Ztorl).
IVIARRIED FOR bOVE.
Two persons were seated at a daintily cimsen
repast, Mrs. Mellen, (a pretty looking woman
in a Mechlin breakfast cap and a wrapper,
whose, : embr*ery had oost a small fortnne,)
and her son.
parold Mellen was not handsome ,. ; . he was
too dark,and , his features were too irregularly
moulded to lay claim to that epithet, but there
was a kindly light in his keen hazel eye, and a
firmness around the well-put mouth that' was
better titan beauty. At least so his ;pother
thought, and she was not very far wrong.
"So yen are reAlly going away again,llarold?"
said Mrs. Mellen, plaintively, as she severed a
bloomy sprig or grapes from the parent stem
with a small pair of golden scissors. "I wish
you wonl4 consent to stay for Mrs. Ardyn's
party 1"
"Mrs. Ardyn's party is nothing on earth but
a gilded mousetrap," said Harold, looking re
flectively into his chocolate cup ; "and her
seven dam hters are the cheese cipt hangs in
the mi,ddle. What p. moose I should
be to milk into the mare with my eyes wide
open !"
"My bear' boy !" remonstrated ;he matron,
"I wish you had little more confidence in
human native."
"I wish I bad, pother," said Harold, dryly,
"I haver semetipes envied the bricklayer's ap
prentice who goes whistling past. When he is
invited anywhere, it's hee.anse people want to
soe him, not—=
"Well?"
J. IV. BARR.
"Tot a few hundred thousand dollars, peel
ing abnut u a dress coat and white kid gloves II"
"Harold, J wish you would marry and settle
down. There are some lovely girls in our
circle, Sophie MsAury—Elinor Travera—"
Harold Leaned forward, and took a superb ja
ponica from a vase in the entre of the table.
"Whet a perfect blossom this is I" he said,
calmly. "Not a petal awry.--nova speck 'on
its darA ling w hiteness --a very proper, precise
specimen of ,the flower-world. Mother, don't
you think it is like Elinor TrgAreo ?"
"So it is," aaii Mrs. Melleo,e tattle puzate4.
"Peela 1" eai aarold, tossing it h,a4E into
the vase. "O wearies ,of its pantect regular
ity. There Are forty exactly like it in the
PAU.sematory. iQue little wned•violet, with alts
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Select Poettn.
',BY C. G. DUNN
BY,AMY,RANDOLpH
blue eyes drooping downwards, is worth ten
ten thousand glaring, odorless
,japonicas."
"I don't understand you, Harold !"
"You never have apy . violets in the hot
house, mother; some day I may bring home a
slender little blossom. Will you, take carp of
it for my sake ?"
"Certainly, nly, son—or the gardner will,"
responded Mrs. Mellen. "But you are so ec
centric. What has Miss 'Travers to do with
violets 7"
"Nothing, mother—tithing at all.!" said
Harold, curving bis lip. "Apd now please
give me another cup of chocolate before I ea
ter on the momentous business of packing !"
A brisk summer shower was, dimpling the
brook with silver• gleams, and pattering on the
maple leaves that spread a green canopy over•
the farm-house op the hill.
"This ere 'll be good for the wheat," said
Joab Turner, thoughtfully tipping his chair
bapk against the porch pillars. "I hope them
little turkeys aint out'a gallivatin' in the med
dere, Phileny 7"
ffl don't know whether they be, or not,"
snapped Mrs. Joab Turner from the kitchen ;
"and, what's more, I don't keer ! There 1"
"Why, Phi—le—ny !" ejaculated the aston
ished farmer, slowly taking his play pipe from
between his lips ; "T guess you're a little out
o' temper, aint you?"
,•
"Well, Job himself would Im' been out o'
temper if he'd had these ere pies burned, and ,
the cat up to, her ears in the churn, and the
plaguey chickens everlastingly spootin' across
the kitchen floor, and the milk all soured by
this thunder shower Job, indeed ! If Job
had kept house he'd ha' had some reason to
be patient ! And Kitty's off—nobody knows
where. She should ha,' got home from Deacon
Marble's a good half; hour ago !"
And Mrs. Turner drew a long breath, in a
despairing sort of cadence..,.
"Phileny," quoth joab, knowingly wagging
his iron•gray head, "never you fret about our
Kitty ; she's all right., Phileny l"
"Well 7"
"What do you think; 'bout that Mr. Augus
tus Rap:atom, ? Ain bo about as dashin', and
fine-favored, and stylish A young gentlemap as
old country folks like you and um multi , expect
to have for a son-in-law?"
"Joab Turner, what on airth do you mean r
said the, housewife, holding up an iron skillet,
half-way on its journey tp the.fire.
"I mean that he's took p, shine to our Kitty,
and wants to Marry her."
"You don't say so'." ejaculate& Mrs. Turner.
"Why, he's as rich as—as everything."
"T. should think so," nodded Josh. "Rich !
I never see whin' riclier'than:, them rings on
his angers, and his shirt-studs is real dia
monds."
!" s4id Mrs. Turner, ifei breath near
.
ly takeh away by the 'astounding revelation,
"I never ! And—. Why, there 6he gomes
it
now !"
Kitty Turner, in her pale iiure dress, trip
ping up the meadow path, looked like a inov
ing blossoni, or a moving bOtignet=for the
blue hearts of the cornflowers were not bluer
than her eyes, and the crithson wild roses
scattered down their petals in despair at the
lovely inearnading on her cheeks ! What if
the aim had laid his brown ffngers caressingly
on heF pretty forehead, and her hands had not
the satin whiteness of a. city belle's. Nature
had giftad her with the sweetest face that ever
smiled bineath a white, sun-bonnet, and a form
light and lithe as the pwaying birches by the
brook.
Her slender foot hr h d touched the threshold
ere Mr. Augustus Raychem's sauntering figure
became visible. At:trst she seemed inelined
to run up stairs to her own room, but a second
impulse derided her to return te her father's
side, standipg, there with haughty egectness, as
it she Would have degeti. the assembled world.
"Kitty ; child!" ep,lcimed the old farmer,
reading some revelatian in her
,flashiug eye, or
feeling the tremble of her light lian' on his
his shoulder—"wbat's the matter 7"
"I, have refused the honor of Mr. Angustus
Raynham's hand, sir," said Kitty, quietly.
"Itefused !" echoed joab Turner.
"Child ; are you crasy ?" shrieked Mrs.
Turner, in the same breath.
"A little, 1 think," remarked Mr .4aynliam,
debonairely, as he paused on the lowest step of
the porch, to light his cigar. "Put
tkink better of it--shefil think better g i f
"Never:!" said -Ifitty, whole soutenees of
scorn co, pressed into-her, elear, ringing voice.
"Daughter," said „Jacob Tyner, gravely,
"what does this mean? Why hAve yovrEfus
ed this gentlein.an 1" •
"One reason is that I don't like him," said
Kitty, defiantly.
"The only reason ?" •
"No, father," altered truthfql Kitty, turn
ing rosy under the shadow of the white sun
bonnet. "I tiAink—l'm quite sure,that
like somebody plse."
Jnab's brow grew as dark as night.
• "I thought so," he said, nodding his head
deliberately. "That sketching fellow down at
the lake—that mis'able, good fur nothin' ad
venturer l Now, look here, girl, yuu may as
well understand first as last that you can't
have him. Do you hear me; you shalLnot
have him !"
"I hear you, father."
And Kitty Turner walked quietly up to her
own room, to cry her bule eyes into an eclipse
of tears, the moment she had slipped the rusty
bolt into its place.
"I don't understand it all," muttered Joab,
looking vaguely at the brillant Mr. Raynham,
who smoked his cigar placidly while diamond
studs and glittering rings and massive watch
chain flashed hack the noon sunshine.
"Nothing or, earth bq a pretty girl's whim,"
said that gentlemen, arching his eyebrows.
"she'll get over it in time; I'm quite willing
tp wait."
"It's very kipd of you, sir," said Tur
ner, penitently. "I wish the silly had a
little better sense of her own interests."
!Won't say a. word, ma'ain," said Mr. Rayq
lmm, stroking his long yellow moustaches. "I
assure you I'm ready to mate every allowance."
Tow hours latter Joab Turner came into the
room where hie wife was bug clearing away the
,
"Where's the inkstand, Phileny ?"
Pan the top shelf, I s'pose. What be you
coin' to do with the inkstand, I'd like to
know V'
"Women don't understand business matters,"
said Joab, curtly.
f‘Bitt what is it you want wrth the inkstand,
anyhow?" said sirs. Turner, coaxingly.
"Jest to sign my, name across a bit of paper
for Mr. Raynbam; his remittances from the
CaKora.) , gold wines are late this month, he
sass, and he wants a good name to get credit
with, so's to• make a great speckylation in
Westurn lauds. It's only for three days, and
he's jest aszood as your sou-in-law, you know,"
"f)ertainlv," said Mr. Turner, "you'd ought
to do anything you can to accommodate Mr.
Raypham."
And Mr.-Augustus Raynham, stoamirig away
in the afternoon train, smiled ditiolically as he
caught a last glagpe of Joab Turapr's pepper
and-salt-colored coat on the platform.
"Good-bye, my blessed old Babe in the
Wood,'! he muttered under his moustache;
"it'll be long enough before I see, you again."
"Father said Kitty, stealing softly to the
old man's arm-chair in purple mistiness of the
August twilight, "father, were you. in earnest
in what you said last mouth about—about
llarold Mellen,?" •
"Of purse I was l" returned Joab, sternly,
contracting his shaggy brows..
"Because," faltered. Kitty, "hp is coming to
ask for me, if---" •
Joab's clenched fist falling with a crash on
the porph railing interrupted his daughter's
sentenpp.
"Girl I" he said, almost savagely, "you shall
never marry that map while I live. Now you
have got your answer=let,me hog no more on
the subject!"
He rose, almost at the same moment to, meet
dapPer, husiness-like little fellow, who was
emning tip the gardep path, swinging a light
valise in his hand.
"Good evening, sir; is this Josb Turner's
niace ?"
"It is, sir,—and I alp Joab Turner," said
tho farmer.
"Ah," said the young man, indifferently
"I come from Messrs. True and jialcomba in
the city—a little note bearing your indorse
ment has guile into there hands, and I am here
to see if your are ready to settle."
Joab fared in mute amazement.
"Au,gustus Raynham,payable in thirty days,
arid now nearly a week overdue," explained
the lawyer's clerk, glibly, showing the slip of
paper on which the lupkiess farnxer l
i
acribed hid name over a month sin,ce. ..joab
put ou his spectacles with a hand that trem
bled strangely.
"But 11 r. IlAynham waste pay it; my namp
• v'T slttorely a ;patter of tom," he saki.
"Don't' know anything about Mr_ gaynham,
except that he's off for Australia long ago,'-'
'answered thp cleikpindifferently. "Ot course,
you are liable for: the amount, and will be ex
°
pepted ko pay ,the money." •
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Joab Turner stood rooted to t t lie ground, in a
sort of speechless horror.
"Five—.thousand— ; dollars !" he shoat shriek
ed, turning fiercely to the lawyer'a elerk.—
"Man, you might aa well expect me to pay five
millions! I am a poor, hard-wo4ing man;
where do you sup,p,oae I can raise five thousand
dollars?"
"No reserve iu ire bauk ?". upstioned thF
clerk.
"Not ton dollars!"
"Well said the sprig of law, striking his
cane lightly into the velvet grass around the
door-stone; "this seems a pretty decent sort of
place—eighty' acres, they told meat the depot.
I think you might raise the money without
difficulty on a sale by auction,"
Joab staggered:back on his chair, as if struck
by some deadly weapon.
"I was horn here," he faltered, "and I had
thenght to die under the same old roof-tree."
The lawyer's clerk stepped forward with
slight exclamation. Joab had f a i n t e d for the
first rime in his life, his head laying ip the
wore rail of the old porch !
So the farm house under the maples, with its
outlying meadows and upland belts of wood *
was ?Ad at auction. Thg house where fifty
years of Joab T'urner's bad ebbed away
with almost unconscious current, was his no
longer.
"Do,u't touch none o the furniturg,
he said to his pale, discouraged wife; "it don't
belong to us now—not even the little rocking
chair were Kitty used tq sit iu wheu she was
a baby!"
"Whq was it bought Pip place, father ?'I
asked Mrs. Turspr, spiritlessly. "Npne of the
neighbors, was it?"
"I don't knqw, wife; and I don't think I
pare very much. I only know that the old
house where I was horn is sold—sold from 'in-
der me by a speakite rascal's underhanded
tricks !'
He ground bis teeth together as, he spoke.
"Never mind, father," said his wife, sooth
ingly ; well do pretty well yet : York's a big
place, I'm told, arid it will be stratkge if yon}
don't somehow manage to pick up a livin',
Cheer, up, and don't go ahout so down-hearted
like
"Go to ;the door, Kitty— l some one's knock
en',' said the farmer. "Ilgretlet none o' the
neighbors in—l can't see anybody to-night.'
"It's the gentlemarypho has boogbt the
place, father,' said Kitty, with down cast lashes,
and an exquisite bloom mognted to her cheek,
as she stood with the door latch in her hand.
f , Ask him to come in, daughter; I s'pose
he has a right here,' groaned the old man.—
"Mr. Mellen ?'
He rose to his feet in astonishment as Harold
held out. a cordial hand.
"yes, sir, I am the pnrcha.•er of tlo place
from which you have unjustly pusted," he,
said. "Do not look so surprised. lam quite
rich enough to justify myself in the gratifica
tion'of such whim.'
"Well, sir, I don't know as I've any reason
tp complain," said. Joab; weekly. "I hope
the new tenant will take cure of the o' place
though it wepld grieve me sudly if I thought
it was goin' to rack and ruin.'
"Mr. Turner," said ljurold Mellen, "there.
will be no pew tenant. Here are the title
deeds; will you accept thein as a free gift
from my hand ?" -
The old nagi'S head reeled—he turned pale
and red,
"Sip,' he faltered, "I can't thank you- 7 but
I'm none the less grateful. Kitty, tell him—'
But Kitty was sobbing qq her father's shoul
der
"Vapal lAdd yon bow good and noble he
was !'
"May I byre her now, sjr ?' pleaded Har
old, taking the, soft. little bppwn hand in his.
"It's a, clear case of bribery, sir,' said Joab
Truer, smiling through his tears ; "but j.
can't object.'
Just a month afterwapds, ffurold Mellen
brought the slender w ood-violet home to hill
superb city popservatory, to the unbounded
astouishmcnt of the fashionable world, who
"couldn't see what Mr. Mellen found to admire
in that little country chit i'
But what did Kitty me for their
,opipion
The poor artist lover arid the wealthy aristocrat
wevit one and the samo i and loved her with
equal fervorind that spat? 411 that epocernp4,
her. And Harold
,Mellen had escaped thp
awful fate of being married for his money
We always suffer from trying to appear whg.
we are not. The mark- soon becomes an
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