(The 3l th m °tli year 1 Square l,oof~ J 2;25> 2,87 3,0 500 2 Jo. 2,00 i 2,501 3,251 3,50, 4 5 6,00 3 do. 3,01 j 3.75; 475 5,50 7,00 9,00 | Column. 4,00 i 4,oo! 0,60 o'-Yn i do. 6 .° oi 5 50; 10 00 12,00, 20,00 i do. 8,00 7,00 14,00! 18,00 25-00 35,00 1 do. 10,Wf 12,00:17,00- 22 00,28,00 40,00 EXECUTORS, ADMINISTRATORS andAT'DI fOR'S NOTICES, of the usual length, 82,50 OBITUARIES,- exceeding ten lines, each ; RELI tfIOUS and LITERARY NOTICES, not of genera nterest, one half the regular rates. Business Cards of one square, with paper, $5. JOB WORK of all kinds neatly executed, and at prices to suit he times. All TRANSIENT ADVERTISEMENTS and JOB WORK must be paid for, when ordered Businfss iuticfs. R RVAS VF. E L.ITTUE,. ATTORNEYS AT LAW Office on Tioga Street Tunkhannock I a \\TM. M. PI ATT, ATTORNEY AT LAW Of \\ lice in Stark's Brick Block Tioga St., dunk hannock, Pa. H S.COOPER, PIIYSICIAN A SURGEON • Newton Centre, Luzerne County Pa. JL. PARRISH, ATTORNEY AT LAW, • Office at the Court House, iu Tunkhanuock Wyoming Co. Pa. J\V, RHOADS, PHYSICIAN A 81 ROE ON, • will attend promptly to all calls in his pr o fassion. May be found at his Office at the Drug Store, or at his residence on Putmau Sreet, formerly occupied by A. K. Peekham Esq. DENTISTRY., ■ o%s??r DR. L T. BURNS has permanently located in Tunkhannock Borough, and respectfully tenders his professional services to its citizens Ofice on second fyor, formerly occupied by Dr. oilman. v6n3otf. £>{ff Jtoejrlec Jlouse, IiARtiISBGRQ, PKNNA. The undersigned having lately purchased the " BUEIILER HOUSE " property, has already com menced such alterations and improvements as will render this old and popular House equal, if not supe rior, to any Hotel in the City of Harrisburg. A continuance of the publio patronage is refpect ftslly solicited. v GEO. J. 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•♦ 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 .. 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.