North Branch democrat. (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, May 29, 1867, Image 1

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LAW Office on Tioga Street Tunkhannock I a
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hannock, Pa.
• Newton Centre, Luzerne County Pa.
• Office at the Court House, iu Tunkhanuock
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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.
£>{ff Jtoejrlec Jlouse,
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
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.
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.
Jane, 3rd, 1863
fjtas; fhihl,
(Late oft., Bbbaixard House, Elmiba, N. Y.
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
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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,
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 "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
Our readers ought to have seen the
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
But we gotjall that belonged to us at
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
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
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
Then went down and harnessed the
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
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
We concluded that we had better go to
bed and started to pick our way through
the mats of things 'piled up and scattered
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 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
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
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:
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
To the above the Secretary of War re
plied as follows:
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
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:
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
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
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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
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 of the House of Representa
tives to-day. J. HOLT,
Judge Advocate-General.
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. . •>..
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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
"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. 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*
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