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BOLTON WALL'S HOTEL, LATE AMERICAN HOUSE, TUNKHANNOCK, WYOMING CO., PA. THIS establishment has recently been refitted an furnished in the latest style. Every attention will he given to the comfort and convenience of those who patronize the House. T. B WALL, "Iwner and Proprietor : Tunkhannock, September 11, 1861. NORTH BRANCH HOTEL, MESHOPPEN, WYOMING COUNTY, PA Wm. H. CORTRIGHT, Prop'r HAVING resumed the proprietorship of the above Hotel, the undersigned will spare no efforts lender the house an agreeable place ol sojourn to all who may favor it with their custom. Wm H CORTRIGHT. Jane, 3rd, 1863 fjtas; fhihl, TOWAUDA, PA. D. B. BARTLET, * (Late oft., Bbbaixard House, Elmiba, N. Y. PROPRIETOR. The MEANS HOTEL, is one of the LARGEST and BEST ARRANGED House# in the country—lt ie fitted up in the most modern and improved style, and no pains are spared to make it a pleasant and agreeable stopping-place for all, v 3, n2l, ly. Remedial Institute FOR SPECIAL CASES. ~\'o. tf, 'Jiond Street, JVeH' York. Full information, with tho highest testimo *uus ; also, a Book on Special Diseases, in a seal erf envelope , sent free, t ft- Be sure and sendfor t them, and you will not regret it ; for, as adver tising physicians are generally impostors , without references no stranger should be trusted Enclose 0 stamp for postage,and direct to DR LAWRENCE .14 Bond Street, New York; v6nlslyr, NEW TAILORING SHOP The Subscriber having had a sixteen years prac tieal experience in cutting and making clothing now offers his services in this line to the citizens of IWtotsoii and vicinity. Those wishing to get Fits will find his shop the to get them. v *-nSO-6mos '" L > S * IT THE GLORY OF MAN IS STRENGTIiT— There^ 2 SKEKajTSSSr "TO SPEAK. HIS THOUGHTS IS EVERY FREENA K'S RlGHT."—Thomai jefTnon, A MOVING STORY, The "local" of the Boston Commercial has been moving. Hear him : Y'esterday was the 19t of May, and every body,except those who were 6o unfortunate as to own their houses—thereby being lia ble at any time to be sent to States Prison for th 6 taxes—moved. We moved. And it was the movingest sight we ever saw. Our readers ought to have seen the scene. Our folks commenced pulling up and tearing down the traps a week ago. Most of the plunder was thrown into a heap and lumped off into loads, with a to tal disregard of ordinary rules. The paregoric and hive syrup bottles were packed in our new hat—one of Mackenzie's latest and best. The caster bottles were placed in our other boots, it being so bandy to carry thein by the loops." The stopper came out of one containing tomato catsup, and the top of the mustard concern was broken off. That is the best seasoned pair of boots we ever saw. The other family insisted on coming into the houses before we got out. And so the tue things got mixed up some. But we gotjall that belonged to us at least. The cartman swore because the cook %tove was so heavy, and one said "d d if he would have it if we offered it to him." Did not offer it to him, but offered both of them a drink out a quarter of a barrel of ale, standing in the kitchen. They took it very kindly, but mado 'em thirsty all the forenoon. Guess the spigot must have got out of the barrel on the road,for we could not squeeze half a glass out last night. Finally got moved. Thought we would have our 6upper be fore we tackled the bedsteads and back room stove. Better-half, with a patch of soot on her nose, said supper was ready. She was mad, because, when she asked us to bring home a keg of soft soap, we proposed an amendment, substituting a keg of powder aud a slow match. We hate soft soap —have to use so much of it every day in noticing men ami things. Sat down at the table and took a cup of tea tliat was handed to us. Thought it tasted strangely, and pros pected the bottom of the cup. Found the brimstone ends of three matches. Did not drink any more tea. Cam* near breaking one of our teeth on a carpet tack in the butter and thought we had had supper enough. Commenced playing put up bedsteads- It is fun when you like it 1 But people do not like it mostly. None of the blasted rails would fit. Got the wrong ones into the wrong posts, .and could not screw them up. Marked them all well with a pencil be fore we took them down, and thought we would know how they went together again; but somebodv wiped the marks all out. And there we were. Better half suggested that one of our time of life ought to have more patience, and gave it as her opinion that we could not swear the bedsteads together. Found we could not. Finally we got th<to up —four of them, and commenced putting cords ou. Cords broke, and we had to tie them to gether, The knots would not slip around the pegs, and we could not draw the rope tight. More remarks from the children's moth er on the subject of profanity. Did not pay any attention to her, and thus succeeded in getting through with the job. Then went down and harnessed the stove. The legs all fell out when we tried to lift it on to the zinc, but got it into position at last. Two lengths and one elbow of the pipe were missing. . Finally found the elbow in the bureau drawer, and two lengths rolled up in the parlor carpet. Got a hatchet and a stick of wood and commenced pounding the pipe together. Knocked a chucnk out of one ofonr knuckles, and got the elbow on wrong end up. Had to take it all apart and change it. Commenced pounding again, but could not make it jibe. Pounded more. The more we pounded, the more it would not fit, and we thought we would give it up. Expressed our opinion in relation to stove pipes in general and this one in par ticular, and made some allusions to the in ventor of this kind of furniture. •Went to the corner grocery and got zwei lager, felt refreshed and resumed the attack on the pipe. Foui\d out that what ailed ns before was that we had not pounded it enongh. Remedied the defect, and the job was done. Stove smoked beautifully. Got wife to tie rags around three of our fingers and one thumb, and thought we would sit down and have a smoke. Found meerschaum after a while, and discovered amber mouth-piece broken. Got the tobacco can, but on ascertaining that the salt cellar had been emptied into it, made up our mind that we would not smoke. We concluded that we had better go to bed and started to pick our way through TUNKHANNOCK, PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 29, 1867. the mats of things 'piled up and scattered about. Stumbled over the long rockets of a chair, and broke one shin. Returned ne answer to an interrogrtory as to why we did not break our neck ; repeated "Now I lay me," and turned in. Having a strong constitution, which en ables us to bear a good deal of sleep, and always paying strict attention to our sleep, didn't kow anything till morning. Went down stairs, aud found wife get ting breakfast, with tears in her eyes. Told us she was deceived in the bouse. It she had known what it was she would have never moved into it, and that she would never be able to settle in it. This settled us, and declining to partake of the frugal morningjmeal which had been provided—we remembered the supper — we took our departure, promising to call in the early part of the ensuing week, when things hadjbeen put to rights. And we mean to go. THE THREE HUNCHBACKS. The following amusing and seemingly incredible narrative we extract from a late French publication. It is neatly told, and will bs read with interest: Three brothers, all humpbacked, and all accurately alike in appearance, lived at Bensancon One of them killed a man in chance medley, but not being taken on the moment, the prosecutors could only swear that one of the three brothers had done the deed. Rather than put an inno cent man to death, the judge let guilty one escape, but to avoid further inconvenience of the kind, be banished all from the prov ince. One settled in Paris, became rich and married ; the others, after nearly starv ing in England, returned and paid a visit to their fortunate brother. The master of the house was abroad when they knocked and the poor wife was troubled more than a little by the visit. " My husband is very jealous." said she to them while she waa giving them something to eat. "You must go to the farthest quar ter of the town, and never come here again ; but I'll make your brother attend to your wants." "While she was speaking 6he beard her husband a kn ck, and cried out, •'Follow me if you value your lives." She oitiered the servant not to open the door till she should return, and then con veyed the brothers down the stairs and locked them in the cellar. Her husband scolded for being kept out so long, but a good dinner restored him to good hu mor, and at night be went out to pay a visit. The wife then went down to the cellar, and there found the two poor brothers dead, one lying here, the other there. What was to be done ? She sent for a strong Auvergant. brought him down stairs, show ed him one corpse which she had previous ly taken out of the cellar, and promised a Louis do'ron his return,after having thrown it into the Seine. He made no scruple about the matter, but popped the body in to the sack, took it to the bridge, and shook it into the nver. Returning for his reward, the wife disputed his claim; as the body was still lying outside the cellar door. Here the stupefied man saw what he firm ly beleivcd to be the corpse he had thrown from the bridge, and resigning himself to destiny, he got it into his sack aud went through the ceremony the second time. Coming back, he was terrified and enraged by findicg the twice-drowned corpse knock ing at his own door "Are these your tricks, master ?" said he. "Ah, Monsieur Ghost! clever as you are, I'll settle you the third trial." So saying, he forced the poor husband into the sack, carried him to the same spot and affected the third discharge. This time he returned in triumpth, for wife, ignorant of her husband's fate, and having no more corpses to remove, paid him twicefwhat she had covenanted, and gave him a glass of wine into the bargain. "Your good health, madame," said he; "you are better than your promise, but I earned it, I found the humpbacked rouge or his ghost knpek ing at the door after I had thrown him in the second time. "Oh, wretch !" cried the poor woman, "you have drowned my hus band ?" While she was screaming and he stand ing in amaze, the gendarmes entered, secur ed both, and sent thein to prison. Next day they were brought before the magis trate of the quarter and examined. The poor wife concealed nothing; the Auvergnat was not called on for an explanation ; and while both were awaiting sentance of death three brothers, in full life, but with rery pale faces, were ushered into the room. Some fishermen near the bridge had Bared the three. The unmarried men had only been dead drunk in the cellar, and the submersion, and the consequent pulling and hauling and ejectment of wine and water, had recovered them from their drunken lethargy before the natural time. On their first appearance before the magistrate they could give no explanation of their visit to the river, and the husband had no idea of his being seized on ; but his wife's explana tion made all clear. The king hearing of the "strange adven ture, settled a pension on the unmarried men, but they were not to dwell within fifty miles of Paris, and the married man was not jealons for a year and a day after his seizure and escape from the river. A man actually tendered a silver halfdol lar in the Savannah News and Herald of fice last Thursday in payment for a copy of the morning's edition. He was abont six feet high, dark complexion, with a cane and briar-root'pipe. He was apparerutlyfaaoe WILKES BOOTH'S DIARY, Below is the much-discussed diary found on the body of John Wilkes Booth, together with the President's order for its production, and Secretary Stanton's ac count of its capture and retention by the War Department: EXECUTIVE DEPARTM'T WASHINGTON D. C. May 9th 1867, The Secretary of War will please fur nish the President with a cer'ified copy of the diary found upon the body of John Wilkes Booth, together with a succinct statement of til the facts connected with its capture and its possession by the War Department. ANDREW JOHNSON. To the above the Secretary of War re plied as follows: WAR DEPARTMENT, WASHINGTON, May 14, 1867. SIR : I have the honor to submit here with a copy of the entries contained in the memorandum book found on the per son of J. Wilkes Booth at the time of his capture, certified bv General Holt, Judge Advocate General, who lias possession of the book, together with his report in rela tion thereto. The memorandum book was first seen by me about the 20th day of April, 1865, shortly after Booth's cap ture, and a few hours before his remains reached Washington. It was brought to my house by Provost-Marshal Baker and another person, who was, I think, Lieu tenant-Colonel Conger. The book was then examined bj me in presence of Gen eral Eckcrt, Assistant Secretary of War, and was found to contain only the entries certified by General Holt, also some pho tographs of females. Immediately pre ceding the entries some pages appeared to have been cut out, Out there was noth ing indicating what had been written thereon, or whether anything had been cut out. Immediatiy after careful exami nation of the book and its contents, it was placed in the hands of General Eckert, in the same condition as when 1 first saw it, to be delivered to the Judge Advocate- General, in whose possession 1 am inform ed and believe it has continued up to the present time, The last time I saw the book was some time last winter. It was then betore the Judiciary Committee of the House <9f Representatives, and was in all respects in exactly the same condition as when I saw it first, without any change or alteration, so far as I could discover, in its contents. General Eckert reported to me that upon receiving the memorandum book from me he sealed it up and locked it up in his safe, and it continued in his possession until he delivered to the Judge Advocate-General, and that it was then in the same coudition as when it was brought to my house by Baker. Very respectfully your obedient ser vant, EDWIN M. STANTON, Secretary of War To the President: The following is a copy of the writing which was in pencil, found in the diary ta ken from the body of J. Wilkes Booth: J. HOLT, Judge-Advocate-General, To auo April 13 14. Friday, the ides Until to-dav nothing was ever thought of sacrificing to our country's wrongs.— For six mouths we worked to capture; but our cause being almost lost, something decisive and great must be done. But its failure was owing to others, who did not strike for their country with a heart. I struck boldly, and not as the papers say. I walked with a firm step through a thou sand of his friends, and was stopped, but pushed on. A colonel was at his side. I shouted " Sic semper /" before I tired. In jumping, broke my leg. I passed . all his pickets, rode sjxty miles that uight with the bone of my leg tearing the flesh at ev ery jump. I can never repent it, though we hated to kill. Our couutry owed all our troubles to him, and God simply made me an instrument of his punishment. Tbe country is not (April, 1805,) what it was This forced Union is not what I loved. I care not what becomes of me. 1 have no desire to outlive my country. -That night, before the deed, I wrote a long article, and left for one of the editors of the National Intelligencer } in which 1 fully set forth our reasons for our proceeding. He or the government FRIDAY, 21st.—After being hunted like a dog through swamps, woods, and last night being chased by gunboats till I was forced to return, wet, cold and starving, with every man s hand against me, I am here in despair. And why ? For doing what Brutus was honored for, what made Tell a hero. And yet I, for striking down a greater tyrant tbau they ever Knew, am looked upon as a common cut-throaJ- My action was purer than either of theirs.— One hoped to be good,.the other had not only his country's but his own wrongs to avenge. I hoped for no gaih. I knew no private wrong. I struck for my country, and that at once ; a country that groaned beneath this tyranny and prayed for this end. And yet now befiold the cold haod they extend to me, God cannot pardon me if 1 have done wrong. Yet I cannot see my wrong, except in serving a degen erate people. The little, the very little, I left behind to clear my name, the govern ment will not allow to be printed, So ends all. For my country 1 havo given up all that makes life sweet and holy ; brought misery upon my family) and am sure there is no pardon in the Heaven for mes ince man condemns me so. 1 havo only heard of what has been done, ercwit !>•♦ T Hid R „ WA * • * myself, and it fills me with horror. God tiy and forgive me ; and bless my mother To night I "will once more try the river with the intent to cross though I have a greater desire and almost a mind to return to Washington, and in a measure clear my name, which I know I can do. Ido not repeDt the blow I struck, I may before my God, but not to man. I ttolnk 1 have done well, though lam abandoned, with the curse of Cain upon . When if the world knew my heart that one blow would have made me great, though I did desire no greatness, To-night I try to es cape these blood-bounds once more. Who who, can read his fate ? God's will be done. I have too great a soul to die like a criminal. May lie spare me that and let me die bravely. I bless the entire world : have never hated or wronged any one. This last was not a wrong unless God deems it so, and it's with Him to damn or Mess me. Hard for this brave me, who often prays—yes, be fore and since with a true heart. Was it crime in him? If so, why can he pray the same ? Ido not wish to %hed a drop of blood, but 1 must fight the course. 'Tis all that's left me. Upon a piece of paper found in the dia ry, and supposed to have been torn from it, is written the following: My dea (piece torn out.) Forgive me, but I have some little pride. I cannot blame you for want ot hospitality; you know your own affairs. I was sick, tired, with a broken limb, and in need of medical advice. I would not have turned a dog from my'house in such a plight. However you were kind enough to give us some thing to eat, for which I not only thank you, but on account of the rebuke an man ner in which to (piece torn out.) It is not the substanee, but the way in which kind ness is extended that makes one happy in the acceptance thereof. The sauce to meat is ceremony. Meeting were bare without it. Be kind enough to accept the enclosed five dollars, although bard to spare, for what we have received. Most respectfully, from your obedient servant- Report of the Judge Advocate-Gcner a'ls Bureau of Military Justice, May 14, 1867, respectfully returned, with the copy asked for. The diary purports to be one for 18G4, and the leaves cut or torn from it probably contained entries of that year, and were thus destroyed by Booth himself. It is absolutely certain that the diary was in all respects as it was when it came into my hands, and Colonel Conger, who was prominent in the pursuit and capture of Booth, after having caretully examined it in my presence on yesterday, declared its condition to be now precisely the same as when he took it from Booth's bodv Rafter he had been shot, the writing in it being the and all which it then contained Conger was examined before the Judiciary Commiil.ee of the House of Representa tives to-day. J. HOLT, Judge Advocate-General. OTiD KNAPSACKS. The following beautiful and touching extract is from a letter of "A Woman in Washington," to the New York Independ ent : "I saw a pile of knapsacks the other evening at the cottage on Fourth street; knapsacks and haversacks left behind for safe keeping by the boys who went to the front and never came back The eloquence of these worm-eaten and moulded bags cannot be written. Here is a piece of stony bread uneaten, the little paper of coffee, the smoked tin cup in which it bad boiled so often over the hasty fire on the eve of battle. There was the letter, seal ed, directed, and never sent, for the sol diers could not always get even a stamp. Here wrs a letter half written, commenced "Dear Wife: How I want to see you." "Dear Mother: My time is nearly out." The rusty pen just as it was laid down in the half filled sheet by the gallant and loving hand which hoped so soon to finish it. Here was a scrap of patriotic poetry, and inspired lyrics carefully copied on sheets of paper tinted with red, white and blue. Here were photographs of the fa vorite Generals, and photographs of the dear ones at home. Here were letters of heart breaking love and loyalty to duty, and holy faith and cheer, written at home ; and here was the Testament given him by the woman he loved best, soiled and worn. For the American soldier, • if he rarely read it, still he would carry his Testament as a dear talisman to save him from harm. Here were those mementoes of brave, liv ing, loving life gone out, They never came back ! The mourners at home do not all know where they fell, or whether they were buried. To one unfamiliar with the soldier's life, these relics might mean little. To me they mean all love all suffering, all heroism. I look on them, and again seem to see the long linea of marching men file past, dust covered and warm on their way to battle. I see the roads of Virginia simmering in th'e white heat, lioed with exhausted men lying down to sleep and to die, after the last defeat, heat the cry of wounded the moan of the dying, see the halt filled graye the unbu ried dead. All the awful reality of war comes back. So, too, do knightly qgy§ and dauntless men. Peace wa&a amid the May time flowers, and already our soldiers seem almost forgotten. |Days of j war and deeds of valor •- dr J M ma 1 <wn bv. . •>.. I O *' ••BOY LOST. The following beautiful waif, which w® find afloat in the newspaper sea, we publish, being confidant that it will well repay a pe rusal by all, and by our lady friends in particular : "He has black eyes, with long lashes,red cheeks, and hair almost black, and curly. He were a crimson plaid jacket, with full trousers buttoned on ; had a habit of whist ling, and liked to ask questions ; was ac companied by a small black dog. It is a long time since he disappeared. I hare a ▼ery pleasant house and much company.— Everything has such an orderly put-away look—nothing under foot—no dirt. But my eyes are aching for the sight of whit lings and cut paper on the floor ; of tum bled down card-houses; of wooded cattle and sheep, of popguns, bows and arrows, whips, tops, go-carts, blocks and trumpery. "I want to see boats a-rigging and kites a-making, I want to see crumbles on the carpets, and paste spilled on the kitchen table. I want to see the the chairs and tables turned the wrong way about. I want to see candy-making and corn-pop ping, and to find jack knives and fish hooks among my muslins- Yet these things used to fret me once. They say how quiet you are here, Ah ! one may here settle his brain and be at peace. But my ears are aching for the pattering of little feet; for a hearty shout ; for a shrill whistle ; for a Ira la la ; for the crack of little whips; for the noise of drum 9 fifes and tin trumpets. Yet these things made me nervous once. "They say : "Ah 1 you have leisure }— nothing to disturb you. What heaps of sewing you have time for ? But 1 long to be disturbed. I want to be coaxed for a piece of new cloth for jibs or mainsails,and then to hem the same. I want to make little flags, and bag* to bold marbles. I want to be followed by little feet all over the house ; teased for a bit of dough for a cake, or to bake a pie in a saucer. Yt they say, "Ah ! you are not tied at boms How delightful to be at liberty for eon certs, lectures and parties. No confine— ment for you." But I want confinement. I want to listen for the school-bell morn ings, to give the la9t hasty wash and brush, and then watch from the window nimble feet bounding away to school. I want frequent rends to mend, and to replace lost buttons. I want to obliterate mud stains, and paints of all colors ; want to be sit ting by a little crib of evenings, when wea ry little feet are at restated pratling voices are hushed, that mother may sing stories. They don't know their happines then, these mothers ; I didn't. All these things I called confinement once. "A manly figure stands before me now. He is taller than I, has thick whiskers, wears a frock eoat, a bosom shirt and a cra vat. He has just come from college. He brings Latin and Greek in his countenance, and dust of the old philosophers from the sitting room. He calls me "Mother," but lam unwilling to own him. He avers that he is my boy, and says that he can prove it He brings his little boat to show the red stripes on the sail (it was the end of a piece,) and the name on the stern—Lacy Low, a little girl of our neighbors, who, be* cause of her long curls and pretty round face, was the chosen favorite of my bey, "The curls were long since cut off, and ehe has grown up a tall, handsome girl.— How his face reddens as he shows me the name on the boat. Oh ! I see it as plain as if it were written in a book. My little boy is lost, and my big boy, in a long,white night gown, lying in his crib, with me sit ting by, holding his forehead, watching his eyelids droop, and listening to his deep breathing. "If I only liacl my little boy again, how patient I would be ! How much I would hear and how little I would scold ? I can never have him back ; but there are still many mothers who have not yet lost their little boy. I wonder if they know they are living their very best day ; that now is the time really to enjoy their children I I think if I had been more to my little boy I might be more to my grown up son." ggT Thirteen things which render young people very impolite : 1. Leaving meeting before it is out. 2. Whispering in meeting. 3 'Gazing at strangers. 4. A want of reverence for superiors. 5. Loud laughter. 6. Reading when others are talking. 7. Cutting finger nails in company. 8. Leaving strangers without a seat. 9. Reading alond, singing or whistling in company without being asked. 10. Receiving a present without soma manifestation of gratitude. 11. Laughing at the mistakes of others. 12. Correcting older persons than jo a* self, especially parents. 13. Answering questions wben they at* put to others. <ST A Term esse Dutchman having caught his son in wrong doing, determined to administer a dose of hickory. So be trimmed a switch and went to look for the youngster, wno incontinently took to his hsels. Af.er chasing the boy aronndfora while the old man thought topsrsuadehim to etop take the licking. So he halted and h ailed the wary fugitives : "Shop," he said, "Sbcn, shtop, I'm not so mad as vat I v'ash r "Am I not a little pale*?" inquired a ldy I who was short and corpulent, of a crusty old bachelor. "You look mors tifesfttfg tab J" wai thf WW* VOL. 6 NO. 42
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