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R .T. C 15 K< 'K ER & Co., PHYSICIANS & SURGEONS. Would respectfully announce to the citizens of Wy ming that they have located at Tunkhannock wher hey will promptly attend to all calls in the line of neir profession. May be found at his Drug Stero when not professionally absent. JM. CAREY, M. P.— (Graduate of the • M Institute, Cincinnati) would respectfully announce to the citizens of Wyoming and Luzerne Counties, that hec>ntinucs his re rula#practice in the various departments of his profession. May tie found at his office or residence, when not pmfassi,.nally ab ent Particular attention given to the treatment Chronic Diseas. entremoreland, Wyoming Co. Pn.—v2n2 WALL S HOTEL, LATE AMERICAN HOUSE/ TUNKHANNOCK, WYOMING CO., PA. rillS establishment lias recently been refitted and furnished in the latest style Every attention will be given to th comfort and convenience of those who patronize the Houe. T. B. WALL, Owner anl Proprietor. | Tunkhannock, September 11, 1861. MAYNARD'S HOTEL, TUN'KH ANNOCK, WYOMING COUNTY, PENNA. JOHN MA Y N A R D , Proprietor. HAVING taken the Hotel, in the Borough of Tunkhaancck, recently occupied by Riley Warner, the proprietor respectfully soli-its a share ol public patronage. The House has been thoroughly repaired, and the comforts and accomodations of a first class Hotel, will be found by all who may favor t with their sustom. September 11, 1361. WORTH BRANCH HOTEL, MESHOPPEN, WYOMING COINTY, PA Wm. 11. CORTRIGHT, Prop'r • HAVING resumed the proprietorship of tho above Hotel, the undersigned will spare no effort to /eßder the house an agreeable place ot sojourn for all who may favor it with their custom. Win. II CCRTRIUIIT. June, 3rd, 1863 M. OILMAN, A/T OILMAN, has permanontly located in Tunk- LVI. hannock Borough, and respectfully tenders his professional services to the citizens ot this place and unwinding country. ALL WORK WARRANTED, TO GIVE SATIS FACTION Office over Tutton's Law Office, near the Pos Office. Dee. 11, 1861. A GENTLEMAN, cured of Nervous Debility, In competency, Premature Decay and Y'outhful Error actuated by a -wsire to benefit'otbers, will be happy to fnrnish to all who need it (tic of charge) the re eipe and directions for making the simple Remedy used in his ease. Those wishing to profit e is perience—and possess a Valuable Remedy—will rc eeire the same, by return mail, (carefully sealed,) by addressing JOHN B.OGDON, No GO Nassau Street, New Y'ork. v2—nl—3m LIME FOR FARMERS, AS A FERTILIZER for sale at VERNOY Meshoppen. Sept. 18 1861. Fresh Ground Plaster in Quantities and at prices to suit purchasers, now for sale a eshoppen oy pj Mo WRY JB T V J MITI L D., PHYSICIAN A SL'RGEON, •I • Office on Bridge Street, next door to the Demo r at Office, Tunkhannock, Pa. Ipott's Comer. For The Democrat THE SPIRIT BRIDE. BY STELLA OF LACKAWANSA. She steals to me in midnight dreams, * And clasps my warm hand in her own ; She roams with me the moaofeain streams, With tender sadness in her tone : No lips our ritual ever said, And yet—we two are spirit-wed. I met her in the long-ago, When both were young, and she was fair ; Above her cheek of youthful glow. Lay wavy bauds of soft, brown hair And in the hazel of her eye A witching light that made me sigh. I met her in the long-ago— She trod the woodland paths with me, And. where the ripples gurgled low, 1 watched the foam with Alice Lee, While snatches of low-murmured song, Swept the wild-bounding wares along. But years sped on, as swift years will. And storm-clouds flecked our roseate sky; We stood no more by rippling rill To watch the sparkling foam toss by ; And Oh. the blight that fell on me And the sweet maiden, Alice Leo! They tore our clasping hands apart And bade our red lips press no more : Alas, for aching, breaking heart, When its first passion-dream is o'er ! Alas, that life's best happiness Should meet decree as stern as this ! No more the raioltow of her smile Arched the sad heavens that bent above; No sunshine could a fate beguile That shut us from the world of love ; And all grew midnight dark to me, Aud my lost darling, Aliee Lee. 'Twas many and many a year ago, I met her last—my spirit-bride, But often now, in dream-wordg, low, We talk together, side by side ; And oft, with spirit-gaze, it seems We watch the foam on woodland streams. And when the stars steal forth at night, ller music-voice is in my oar; Her eyes look down, in their soft light, And I am fancying she is hore ; And life is bright again to me, And the sweet maiden, Alice Lee. THE LATEST PARODY. THE PRINTER'S CONSOLATION Tell me, ye winged winds That around my pathway play, * Is there a place on earth Where Printer's get their pay ? The whispering breeze went by tfith accents filled with woe, A voice bom.-> on sorrowing air, In sadness answered " No." Tell mc, ye flowing streams, That smoolhly glide along, Is there one cherished place, Where Printer's meet no wrong 1 The gentle brook replied, In murmurs soft and low, And winding on its verdant way, It meekly answered " No." Toll me. ye murky clouds, * Now rising iu the west, I? there upon tljo glohe One spot by Printers blest t The hashing cloud outspoke With an indignant glow, A voieo that filled the earth with woe, In thunder answered " No." Tell me, hard-hearted man, ithhoidiog day by day, Is there no honor in thy breast, The Printer's bill to pay I Unanswering turns he round. And plain bis actions show. , An ottered oath-capt sound is heard, Ilis actions answer " No." Tell me, thou gentle nyuiph, Who blessed life's hours through. Is there one sacreJ shrine Where Printer's get their due ? A mantling blush her cheek diffused, Did tenfold grace impart, A soft, responsive sigh replied, " 'Tis found in woman's heart." ABSURDITIES OF HUMAN LIFE. —To salute your most intimate friend when he is walk ing wifh any great man. To pronounce those the most pious who never absent themselves from Church. To praise a woman's complexion before you have washed her face, or her figure be fore you have taken off her gown- To think for vourself, and declare your opinions in every society you frequent. To tell a confirmed beauty that she looks much better than she did last season. To praise a daughter just come out, in the presence of her handsome mother of five and thirty. To occupy the attention of a largo compa ny by the recital of an occurance interesting to yourself alone. To expect that your friends will remember you after you have thought proper to forget them. To call for bed chamber candles at twelve o'clock, and to remark to your friend on a visit that you forgot to ask him if he ever took supper. Not to wear a coat when your joints are aching with rheumatism, least you should be thought delicate. Jpy Always fight till you die—after doing it five or six times it is just as easy as anything else. ••TO SPEAK HIS THOUGHTS IS EVERY FREEMAN'S RIGHT. "—Thomas Jefferson. TUNKHANNOCK, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOV. 4, 1863. Jsklect THE ANGEL AT THE DETOT; OR, WHAT CANE OF A KISS. The great depot was crowded. The regiment was about to leave for the seat of war, and it was known that the brave fellows were going where fighting was sure to come. The cars bad backed into the building, and the engine was shreking impatiently. The regiment had filed into >he depot, and as the soldiers rested a few moments upon their arms, fund friends gathered arouDd, and the words of parting were spoken. There were tears and sobs, and blessings; there was wringing of hands and wringing of hearts ! Wives were parting with husbands; moth ers were parting with their sons ; sisters were bidding good-bye to brothers ; and fa thers were speaking the last words of cau tion and care. It was a season of painful anxiety ; for the departing ones were going with their lives in their hands, and the offer ing on the battle alter might speedily be made. Corporal Walter Evermond leaned upon his rifle, and gazed upon the scene. No one came to kiss him—none to bid him farewell. Not over one-and-twenty was Corporal Ev crmond. He had a fresh, handsome face, and bright, pure eyes; and his frame was one of those marvels wherein a magnificent phys ical structure is developed with a small body. " I declare," said the Corporal, wiping a bit of moisture from his eye, " I am glad that 1 have nobody here to weep and 6ob for me. " Yet," he added, with a longing look, "it would be pleasant to bear away one parting kiss ? But I shan't get it." " I'll kiss you if you'll let me." Walter Evernumd felt a hand upon his arm ; and (he prettiest, sweetest face he had ever seen beamed upon him with a stnilc. " I'll kiss you, sir !" And the girl placed both hands upon his blooming cheek. "Thank you 1 Bless you !"' "Fall in! Fall in!" The Corporal pressed the hand of the beau ulul girl, gave one more look into her dream ing eyes, and then fell into line ; and ere long the cars rolled out from the depot bear ing the volunteers toward the field where patriot duty called them. In a little while the train was out of sight around the curve, and the throng of friends gradually dispersed. " Nellie. I'm astonished at you !" " Astonished at me ?" repealed Neliie Preston, looking into the face of John Gains ford, who was walking by her side. " Yes. Ilow could you do such a thing ?" " Such a thing, as what ?" "As kiss that fellow >n the depot. Good ness gracious! What were you thinking of?" •' I was thinking," replied Nellie, Tith a perceptible flush of feeling, " that he might be a poor, motherless, sisterless boy, who had no one in the world to love him." "And so you thought you'd love hun, eh ?" " I love all those brave, noble men who have gone out to offer up their lives lor their country's welfare !" said the girl with deep emotion. " 1 never knew how well I loved my own brother till I saw hint go away to day. I hope God will keep him. and return him to us in safety." " Did you notice," said Mr. Gainsford, af ter a pause, " that your foolish behavior caused considerable remark ?" " I'd rather you wouldn't say anything more about that, Mr Gainslord." " You are ashamed of it, eh ?" " I am ashamed cf you, sir ! You need not help me. I can get into my carriage alone." Two days after this, Judge Preton came home looking very thoughtful. After tea he called Nellie to him, and asked her if she had made up her mind to be the wife of Gainsford. " I have made up my mind that I will not be hie wife !" was the prompt reply. "I have no wish to urge you, my child ." 11 1 do not love him, father; and I should prefer to have no more intimacy with him. I never liked him. He is unkind to his poor sister, and he might be unkind to me." " You are right, my daughter ; and lam now free to confess that I am pleased with your decision. Almost the last thing your brother said to me before he left, with his company was, that he hoped you would not make John Gainsford his brother-in law.— He knows Gainsford well, and has no re spect for him." The Judge kissed his child, and the matte r was settled. Gainsford was the son of one of his oldest friends, and thus the intimacy commenced; and he had been willing, tor his daughter's sake, to try the young man, but he felt a sense of relief now that the tri al was over. George Preston, the Judge's only son, had gone as Captain of a company ; and the fami ly watched anxiously for the news thu was to bear them intelligence of the movements of the regiment,. By-and-by intelligence eatne. The regiment was at Poolestille.— The regiment was at Ball's Bluff! The reg iment had been under fire the whole of that ttrriblo day; and a fearful havoc had been made in its ranks. Where was George?— O, holr anxious was Nellie Preston now ! More than over before did she know that she loved her brother. " Ha! Good news ! George is safe." The Judge came home with an eTening paper, and handed it to Nellie, pointing with his finger to the paragraph she was to read She read as follows : " Capt. Preston, after being exposed to a merciless fire for four consecutive hours, was one of the last to swim the river. He had made his way down the Bluff, and was assisting some of his wounded comrades, when the enemy came pouring down up >n him. He was surrounded, and would have been slain, but for the heroic bravery and devotion of a Sergeant of his cympany. The Sergerfht, whose name was Walter Evermond seeing the Captain in danger, sprang to his side, and with his revolver, shot down three men who were pressing upon him. When they gained the water, Capt. Preston had received a wound in the shoulder, which rendered it impossible for him to swim ; but Evermond did not forsake him. The noble fellow clung to his Captain like a brother, and succeeded in getting him safely over the the river. We are happy to state that Cap tain Preston's wound is not dangerous." " Oh ! Heaven bless that noble Sergeant !" ejaculated Nellie, as she finished reading the account. And her father joined her with his whole soul. Later in the evening a curious thought worked its way into Nellie Preston's mind. She wished the man who had saved her brother's life so bravely had been only a cor poral! And thou she wondered where that fair-faced, brght-eyed soldier was whom she kissed at the depot. It would be a satisfac tion to know how he fared. She hoped he was safe. Era long a lelter came from George in which he gave a thrilling account of the bat tle. He spoke of Sergeant Walter Ever mond as he would have spoken of a brother. '* He saved my life at the risk of his own," he wrote, " and but for him you would have no son living to write this ; and Nellie would have no brother." There was a post script in the letter as follows : " P. S.—Walter Evermond has just re ceived the commission of a Second Lieuten ant." The winter wore away, and George, in his letters to his sister; frequently spoke of Wal ter Evermonrl as a very dear friend. At length came a letter with the following pas sage: " My dear father and sister, give me joy. I am a Major, and tny commission dates from the day of Ball's Bluff. My dear friend Evermond is Captain of my old company ; and a better soldier does not live, and I know there cannot be a truer friend. Once more the Judge and his daughter were anxious. The Regiment was before Yorktown* Then came the bloody field of Williamsburg; but George was not callrd into that battle. At length, however, came tid'ngs of another bloody fray, in which our regiment was engaged — FAIR OAKS! The list of killed and wounded lagged ; but a let ter from George was received. lie was alive but badly wounded. " Our Colonel was stricken down," be wrote, "early in the engagement. I had been acting as Lieutenant Colonel for some tune, and ihe Command devolved upon me. I was following the lead of the gallant How ard, when a bullet passed through my thigh. Capt. Evermond was on the right of the regi ment ; and I had just time to pass the com mand over to him when the final charge came. I was faint and dizzy ; but I saw him dash at the head of our noble regiment, and the shout of victory struck ray ear as 1 was borne from the field. Late at night Capt. Evermond was borne into our quarters wounded severely by a saber cut on the shoulder. He had a hand-to-hand conflict with the enemy over a it, and held it." Three weeks afterward another letter came. " Dear Nellie, lam coming home. I have a furlough for forty days. Capt. Evermond is coming with me. Our wounds are doing well." The tiain arrived at three o'clock in the afternoon. Major Preston came from the car upon crutches, and his father was there to receive him. Nellie had not come down. Big, proud tears poured down the old man's face as he heard the glad shouts that weU comed bis noble boy ; and for a time his son was monopoli zed by the multitude. " Where is your friend Evermond?" asked the Judge as they moved toward the car riage. "O, he will be with us this evening. He had to stop and see a friend on the way, and will come on the next train. I told him our carriage should be on hand for him.'' A joyful moment was it for Nellie Preston when she threw her aroi6 around the neck of her returned brother. O, she knew how much—how very much she loved him. What numberless questions were asked, and how eagerly were the answers listened to. By and-bv Nellie asked after Captain Evermond, " O," she cried, ( I hope he is not old and ugly, for I want to lore him." " Not very old," said George, with a smile, j " and not very ugly. But there is a curious j circumstance connected with his experience as a soldier, which is worth relating. He told the siory to ine with tears in his eyes. After the affair at Ball's Bluff we were like brothers. Evermond is an orphan ; without father or mother, brother or sister. He has a splendid education, which he owes to an old aunt, who intended him for a minister; hut his disposition did not lead that way, and he started to study law. His aunt withdrew her favor and he was left to struggle alone.— He was in danger of becoming dissipated when the thought struck him that he would enlist. He enlisted as a ptivate in the com pany of which 1 was Captain. While we were waiting at the depot on the morning when we left for the 6eat of war, Evermond stood alone gazing on the scenes of weeping and blessing ; and as the thought passed his mind that he was relieved from the pain of parting with friends he felt thankful and ex pressed himself to that effect. Yet ho said he felt it would be a blessing to bear away one friendly kiss that he could remember as coining from a sister. He said this aloud, and in a moment a young girl—he says the most beautiful girl he ever saw—put her hands up on his 6hTjulders and kissed him upon the cheek. He says he had just time to bless the angel, when the order came to fall in, I think the girl that gave Walter Evermond that kiss did a glorious deed. He assures me that it made him all he is. He says that the memory of that sweet faee has led him to high and noble resolves; and that he had sworn within him-elf that he would never do a deed that would cause that girl to blush that she had kissed him even were she the daughter of a king." " You said he was a private then ?" re marked Nellie. " No, —he was corporal then. He was made a corporal 6oon after he enlisted, and before he had been in camp a week in Mary land. he was made a sergeant. But what is the matter?— Mercy !—you look pale !" "O !" whispered Nellie, h ; her face with her hands, " what dreaiLui t. iugs !" " My,—l thought this ft >ry of Evermond would attract your thoughts from the darker themes." "So it doe 9 in a measure, George ; but I cannot help my feelings." George Preston, never mistrusting, never dreaming lhat his sweet sister had ever seen Walter Evertnond, drew his arm around her and gave her a brother's kiss. At eiget o'clock in the evening the coach was sent to the depot, a id at half past eight it returned. Nellie left the parlor and sped away to her own bedroom. Her heart was in a fluiter, and her face was burnin" It might hi- possible that she had never seen Capt. Evertnond ; but she did think it proba ll£. How should she meet hiui? Twice had she atieuipted to tell her brother of her own adv.m'ure at the depot upon that memorable morning; but she could not. Major Preston, upon his crutches, went to the door and welcomed Capt Evertnond, who 'carried his right arm in a sling. The .ld Judge welcomed the hero as another son ; and he was surprised when he found that the Capt. was a fair-laced handsome youth just upon the opening stage of manh->od. Jiut where was Nellie ? The bell wa ß rung and a servant was sent in quest of her. At last si e came, trembling at every joint; but her father and brother did not notice it. " Nellie, my sister," cried George, "here is our dear friend Walter Evermond." The Captain advanced with a quick step, and half extended his hand, when he stopped as though he had been shot. " Good angels !" he gasped. " what is this. ' This, your sister ?' With a mighty effort Nellie 3miled, and put forth her hands. "Alas!" exclaimed George, lifting liis crutches from the floor, and stamping them down with wonderful energy, " I think I see it now !—Say, Walter tell ine—tell me—tell me—is this your angel ?" " Ten thousand blessings on her head !" murmured the brave youth while the tears started down his cheek. " I did not dream of tbiß." Then he dashed the tears away and extend ed his hand. " Lady," he said, " you will excuse my left hama, I know." " Goodness mercy on me ! exclaime l the old man, who begun to see through it. "Is this the soldier you kissed in the depot, Nel lie V, Again th e poor girl came very near losing herself, but she made one more struggle, and was successful. "Yes, sir," she said, " Capt-Evermond and I have met once before." It was a curious position for both the Cap tain and the maiden. " Hold on shouted the Major, with another thump of his crutches, "I have it. I know how awkward it is; and if I had mistrusted so much as by a thought, that my own sweet sister was the identical angel of ♦ fcpot, I should have prepared away for . oting. But see how nicely I'll fix it; you, Nellie are my sister by right of birth ; and you Walter, are my brother by every tie of love and grati tude. So you two are brother and sister.' " Capitalexclaimed the Judge, ITEFtMB: SI.OO PER AJMJMUJMg And now for the enjoyment. Come. Wei ter, lead your sister to a seat, and we'll talk of the times that hare tried oar souls." Ah ! the present was the time that triad Nellie's soul, but it was a happy bliss/of trial. Late at night they prepared" to fetire. the two soldiers were lelt alone after the rest had gone to bed, for they had been used' to help ing each other. The Major cared for the Captain's shoulder, and the Captain took care of the Major's thigh. We are at home, my dear Walter." said George Preston, after they had dressed fr other's wound, "and we will' hate a happy time of it." " I shall not be able to stop with youdong," returned Walter. " Mercy ! what is ap now ? Where elae will you go ?" " I don't know. I must not stop here." " And why not, pray ?" " Because T dare not." "O, ho!" cried George, who knew hif friend well enough, and knew human nature well enough to read the ordinary signs of feeling— " I think I understand you now* But we'll say no more about it to-night. On the morrow I'll help to find a good boarding, house." And so they went to bed. On the following morning, after breakfast had been disposed of, George took his sister away into the library and had a long talk with her. She wept and 6miled by turns, daring thn conversation. When he came out from the library be met his lather in the hall: and he had a talk with him. Half an hour afterward he met the Captain in the parlor. "Walter Evermond," he said, " I hare f >und a good comfortable boarding place for you." " Ah, have you ? Thank you, George." " Yes. sit down, and I'll tell you all about it. Now listen," continued the Major, after they were seated— " I have assumed some what of a responsibility in this matter. I have even gone so far as to pledge my own honor that you will so bear yourself that the house can never be ashamed of you. In sh°Orf> I have given my word that you are an honor able, true man, incapable of premeditating wronp, and fixed in the path of virtue." "Thank you, George," " And now my dear Captain, your place of abode is fixed in this house. My sister is ther hostess, and my father is the host." " But—George—" " Nonsense ! Do you think lam blind ? At any rate, I can see plain enough what ailr your heart ; and all I have to sav is, if you have any further arrangements to make, make 'hem with Nellie." " But—Georce—will Nellie " "D- n't ask me what she will do Ask hef yourself." " But your father " " Already looks upon you as a son. What more have you to ask ?" " I don t know. Tndeed, this is more than I expected. lam dreaming." "Then I advise von to wake op." When Walter Evermond did fairly awaken, he woke to a blesed hope. Before night he had resolved to s'ay, and before the week was nut he had made arrangements with Nel lie Preston to live with her always. And all this came out of tho simple kiss at the depot. RIVER OF DEATH —We have three cli mates in this region of country. First is the plains, where in the Summer the heat is un remitting and intense. For five tedious months scarce a breath of wind stirs the sweltering atmosphere, while the sun cotnreg up like a ball of red hot iron glares fiercely from its rising till its going down. The wa ter only to be found at long intervals is lit tle better than poison, being so saline and acrid that it causes serious injury to the sys tem, increasing rather ihan allaying the thirst, while in many places swarms of nox ious tlies torment the traveler by day, and myriads of musquitoes by night In travel ing along the Lower Humbolt all these evil# are found to exist in an agravated form. A more uninviting country, or more execrable stream certainly does not exist on the faee of the earth. Some one appalled by its ter rors has aptly called it the River of Death) better still, in view of its infernal character istics, had they named it Phlegothon, the river of Hell. Dark, sullen and turbid, its bitter waters crawl rather than flow through its winding guttered channel, like the filthy outpourings of some great sewer. tJniike all other waters its baleful moisture, in stead of invigorating and refreshing, seems to blight everything upon which it foils.— The broken vehichels and the dry bones scattered all along its banks attest that, not without reason, it has received the fearful baptism of tho River of Death. There are three kinds of silence—the silence of peace and joy, the silence of snb mission and resignation, and the silence of desolation and despair. Lovely art they whose delight is in the first; miserable are they who are driven to the second j and wretched and miserable are those who art I driven to the last. VOL. 3, NO. 13.