THE ELK ADVOOATK, A I0CAL AND GENERAL NEWSPAl'EB, Is Published Every Thursday. BY OIIN R MOORh. Ter Year in advance ;i f0 prj?All subscriptions lo be paid in ad vance. Orders for Job Work respectfully Solicited. ftgOfllco on Main Street, in the second tory of Houk & Gillia Store. Address JOITNG. HALT, Enrron rnoriuETon . Tic 7Vn rr ffiif 7YI.T. There nre so many incorrect statements made about the tux that will bo imposed on the issues of banks organized under State laws, paid out by banks on and atrr the 1st of July, 1 SGO, that it is important for every business man to un derstand the law. The Act of Congress, of March 3d, I8G0, reads thus: Sec. G. And be it further enacted, That every National Banking Associa tion, State Bank, or State Banking As. sociation, shall pay a tax of ten per cent, on the amount of notes of auy State Bank or State Banking Association paid out by them, after the first day of July, 18GG. It will be noticed that the tax is im posed only 011 b nks paying other notes than those of National Banks, or United States legal tenders, and that in no case can the tax be imposed on individuals, merchants, brokers, or agm's, (other than Banks,) paying them out, or using them in their business. The circulation of the notes of State baoks among individuals, is in no way interfered with by this law. Holders of these notes need uot be under any ap prehension of any loss by the ten per cent, tax imposed, as Banks alone are subject to that penalty for paying them out after the time specified in the law, for as some of our eotemporarie9 remark, there will really be no tax at all on State bank circulation, because no one but banks are taxed for paying them out, and they will not under the penal ty. Private bankers will spring up throughout the country, and will buy up from brokers the bills of the State banks, and use them as circulation for the people, while the State banks will close up, to some extent, after providing for the redemption of their notes when returned to the redeeming agent. We think that the effect of this will bo that less deposits will be made with the banks, and more with private banks and banking officers, who are left free to re ceive aud pay out State bank notes. Shrewd bankers see this, and already some changes have been made ; or ra. ther, banks closed, (both National and State) aud private banking offices open ed in their places ; and doubtless .many more changes will occur of the same kind, as very good reasons exist for the changes, which are, that by closing the banks they avoid heavy tuxes which the States are attempting to impose on both National and State ; as private bankers, they are not liable to a tax on the cur. rency they pay out, but are left free to receive and pay out State bank notes ; and now that the banking business is less profitable than for the past few years, these considerations have weight. Imlay it BicknelV s Reporter. STITE .YEWS. A Soldiers' Clymcr Club was organ ized in Perry county, on the 2d mst. Joseph Walker was run over by a wag on in Lancaster county, on the2ud inst., and instantly killed. John Krollman, of Erie, committed suicide by shooting himself with a pistol on the 8th inst. The barn of B. K. Miller, at Hatboro, was destroyed by fire on the 8lh iust. A new Town Hall is. to be erected in Johnstown, Cambria county. A man named Myers broke jail at Huntingdon county on the 5th inst. Henry Ilorele Was killed in theCambrian Iron Works on the 9th instant, by falling from a beam. Two soldiers attempted to corn mi a rape upon a young woman in Dauphin county on the 9th instant. Nicholas Firesiugcr killed himself in York county, on the 2d instant, by drinkiug ten glasses of lager beer in ten minutes. The barn ot George Grecn wolt, Cumberland county, was struck . by lightning on the 8th instant, and entirely consumed. John Griss, of Bed ford county, died suddenly on the 11th. On the 7th instant, Dewolt Keefer, of Franklin county, was found dead in his bed. He was an old and respectable citizen. The barn of Messrs. Ahl, in Franklin county, was destroyed by fire on the 8th inst. Edward Lawall, the proprietor of tho Franklin House, in Easton, died on tho 8th .instaut. Mr. Killy, a tax collector in Huntingdon county, was robbed of 8400 on the 7th. The store of Fisher & Son in Hunt ingdon, was entered on the night of the 6th instant, and several articles of value abstracted. Isaac Zimmerman's store, - 1. 111 .1 ... . in uapicton, was rouuea on mo ytn in 6taut, of goods valued at ?300. A new water company has been organized at Wilkesbarro. James Connor s barn, in Westmoreland county, was burned on the 8th instant. Andrew Weiiuau, of Green county, was killed on the Gin m Btaut, by being thrown from his horse. There was a severe hail storm in West moreland county on the evening of the 9th instant. James Hancy was thrown a. i,: : n....,i...;.. 19 and instantly killed. Frederick Sen iorwas drowned in the canal near Har- risburg on the 12th instant. Tho boi ler attached to the paper mills of Mor 1 rison. Khv & On in Ulnir finnntv. PS. ploded on the 8th instant, and several f of the hands employed in the mill were evereiy injured. JOHN a. HALL, Editor. 1'ftf.IVWf.' 1 VIWE 18. S LEG TED POETRY. IT IS SO. I've seen many a girl Who would marry a churl, Providing he'd plenty of gold, And would live to repent When tho money is spent, When slio found her heart had been sold, It is so 1 It is so ! You may smile if you like, But it's so ! I've known many a lass Who would thoughtlessly pass Whole hours promenading tho street, While her mother would scrub All the while at tho tub, Never minding the cold or the heat, It is so ! It is so ! You may smile if you like, But it's so 1 There is many a man Who will ' dress " if ho can, No matter how empty his purse ; And his tailor may look, When be settles his book, But his patron has vanished, or worse. It is so ! It is so ! You may smile if you like, But it's so 1 I know peoplo so nice, They will faint in a trice, If you mention hard labor to them 5 Yet their parents were poor, And found to endure Many hardships, life's current to stem. It is so 1 It is so ! You may smile if you like, But it's so 1 There are many about With face " long drawn out," Who will prate for tho harm of a laugh, Yet they will cheat all tho week, Through Sundays quite meek, To my mind they are too pious by half. It is so I It is so 1 You may saiilo if you like, But it's so ! ECTJSTOUY. The Jlyslerious Jockey. "Friar" was the name of a noble horse that not many years ago was tho fleetest on the Irish turf. He was the property of a gentleman of W , who was an enthusiastic admirer of " horse flesh," and Friar suited his ideas of the race-horse to perfection. He was large. finely built, and jet black ; and, as the common saying is, " could run like the wind." He carried off many stakes, Dotti in Ireland ana England, lie was just six years old when the events we would narrate came to pass. His own. er, who, for the sake of distinction, we shall name Mr. Smith, had received a challenge from an English gentleman to run Friar against his (the English gen tleman's) horse, the stake being estate against estate. It was a heavy and a fearful stake, which would bring des titution on either of the two concerned It had arisen out of a discussion on the horses of the two countries, each one maintaining his own side. The challenge was accepted and a day named for the race ono month from the acceptance of the challenge. In the meantime Mr. Smith became nielan choly and retired, passing the days in silence and the nights without repose It was fully apparent he repeuted of the challenge. In sueh a manner was he oppressed, that, contrary to his usual custom, he seemed to care nothing about having Friar prepared for the momen. tous event, but gave all into the hands of his hostler. About three days be fore the race, as he was sitting sad and pensive in bis chamber, he heard knock at the door of the apartmeut, and in a weary, melaucholy voice bade the party " come iu." The door opened and an elfish-looking being entered, who, taking a leisurely survey of the room and its occupants, coolly sat down At last the strange visitor broke the unpleasant silence. " You seem melancholy ; can I do anything for you ? " The gentleman gazed in amazement at the antiijue-looking individual before him, and thus answered him : " What business is it of yours that I am melancholy ( and what might I ex pect of you ? " "Assistance and advice that one to keep you from present beggary, and the other to guide you from future danger. I know all about the challenge, and furthermore, I kuow its fate. I know that your estate and life, as it were. bang on the ficctness of your steed, iunanii feai., jv.ye uut, isgg. Now, the assistance I ofler is, that I will ride Friar ; and my advice is, never un dertake a race again so long as you livo, for your welfare depends on so doing;. I will be at tho race grounds on the morning of the race remember my promise." So saying, tho singular person waited for no answer, but strode from the room. To imagine is better than to describe Mr. Smith's amazement at the events above narrated. However, the extra ordinary person had seemed to give him hope, and, rousing himself, he saw that Friar was prepared in the manner he should be. The eventful morning came, bright and glorious. Not a cloud rested on the blue dome above ; the air was mild and balmy. Nature had donned her most radiant smiles. The blue, tower ing, far.ofF mountains, the bright green fields and glassy lake, formed a beauti ful landscape that the mind of the poet and the eye of the artist might gaze on and find glowing work for pen and pen. oil. A large crowd had gathered on the race grounds; the English horse, owner and jockey were there, and Friar came neighing and conscious, as it were, of what he was expected to do. The race was to come off at 10 o'clock, and it was already a quarter of an hour to that time. It wag a general surprise that Friar had no jockey, he having been brought on the grounds by the hostler, on old man and unable to ride. The time was nearly up, and yet no jockey appeared. It was five minute3 to the time. The English jockey got into the scale. The torturing suspense of Friar's owner made itself evident as he muttered, " I have been made the tool of some treason." " Here come's Friar's jockey ! " was shouted on all sides, and looking around him Mr. Smith beheld coming at a fu rious pace down the adjacent road, on a milk-whito pony, tho identical person he so much looked for. lie was cos. turned in his own livery. In a moment he was on the scales, and was the right weight ; the next he vaulted on Friar and drove him to the starting place The bugle blew a shrill blast ; the two noble steeds started side by side. Away they went, as it were, on the wing of breezes. Gradually Friar outstripped the English horse, and ere the first mile was completed, he was' fully twenty yards ahead. On they went, Friar still gaining. Two miles had been covered, and Fiiar was a long distance ahead They had run over three miles. When approaching the fourth mile, where there was a slight declivity, Friar, by some mischance, fell and rolled heavily on the ground. His jockey seemed to have anticipated the mishap, for he leaped from his horse in his mad pro gress ere he had fallen. As Friar lay on the ground, his singular jockey pul led a small bottle from his pocket and applied it to tho nostrils of the animal ; the seemingly intended effect was appa rent. Let us now look to the other horse. We have said Friar was a long distance ahead, but the accident he met with soon deprived him of his vantage The English jeekey, seeing the chance for coming in ahead, spurred his horse on to tako advantage of the mishap. On he came, the noble beast beneath him spurning the earth in a wild, furious pace as he ncared the fallen Friar. The events above narrated were ae. complished in a much shorter space of time than wo have taken to chronicle them. However, to resume. After ap. plying the bottle we have noticed to the nostrils of Friar, the jockey gave a quick glance around, and beheld the English horse scarcely within a dozen longths Quickly he bent down and seized the reins of the prostrate steed ; he obeyed, and in a moment was up. As he rose a cold shiver passed through bis body The opposing horse was several lengths ahead. Was Friar's owner to be ruined ? The mysterious jockey bounded to the saddle. He applied neither whip nor spur, for they were not needed, and Friar dashed away like a spirit of the breeze. But would all his swiftness make him victor ? We shall see. The English horse, as we have noticed, was several lengths ahead when Friar was ready to go, and one mile only was to be covered. What a bickcuing gcuse of rum must have overspread tho heart of the Irish gentleman, as ho saw his no ble horse such a distance behind 1 He lost all hope, and sat back in niuto dcs. pair in the carriage in which ho was. On and on came the two steeds strug. gling wildly to the winning post, scarce, ly a quarter of a mile distant. On and on. Friar seems to work'evcry muscle; he is a noble steed. What enormous ond rapid bounds for a horse tnat can not but have been injured 1 See I see ! he seems to shorten tho'intervening dis tance 'twixt him and the other horse. Work on, noble animal, you seem to know the'destructiqn" that is attendant on your defeat twenty more bounds and the fate of the day is decided. " Hurrah 1 Friar nears him ! " shout the excited crowd. Yes, he nears him ; he is side by side with him. One migh ty heart-rending bound, and Friar the noble Friar flies past the winning post, the victor by a single length 1 Loud, long, and uproarious was the shout of admiration that rose from the crowd as they beheld the noble animal retrieve what he had lost by the fall. The race was over. The English horse was taken off to his stable. Friar was lying on the ground, about a hun. dred yards beyond the winning post, in a state of fearful exhaustion ; the host, ler was striving to pour sonio spirit8 down his throat when the owner ap. proached. He bent down anxiously to wards the animal ; the hostler marked the pang of sorrow that shot across his face as he observed the dreadful state in which Friar was, and said : " I'm afeard, jer honor, poor Friar has run his last race; see, yer houor, the deid. looking glazy look his eyes have." " Yes, James, I see it ; poor Friar has, as you say, ' run his last race.' Poor, noble beast, how my heart bleeds to see you thus." A tear coursed down his cheeks. Dc. spise him not, geutle reader ; think him not faint-hearted, childish. Many a human being, gifted by God with a soul and talent, has run his career and passed the bourn of death, and yet has not saved a fellow-creature from de struction. Poor. Doble Friar ! " See, see the jockery going over the hill," shouted those standing around. " Go after him and tell him I wish to speak to him," said Mr. Smith. Several started to obey the order. A young lad approached Friar's owner and handed him a note, which he said the strange jockey had given him for Mr. Smith. It read thus : " You are saved, as I promised. In half an hour Friar will be dead. He- member my advice." Now, as old story tellers say, " To make a long story short," Friar did die. Mr. Smith, in presence of the English gentleman, tore the agreement that made him master of the other's estate At the present day the traveller visit ing W can behold the head of Fri ar over the main door of the old man sion of the Smiths. Reader, we leave you to form your own conclusions concerning the myste. rious jockey. We all have heard from the time we were "rorsoons knee high," stories of tho furies of dear old Ireland, add touching these fairies every one has a right to his own opinion. The investigation ot the British in vasion of Vermot is being vigorously pushed forward, and the disclosures so far leave but little doubt that the Eng. lish troops captured and killed one or more i enians on the soil ot Vermont Mrs. Elles, an American lady, and the wife of the gentleman at whose house General Spier made his headquar ters, was shot and killed on Sunday night by one of the British guard sta tioned around the building to capture any Fenians who might bo lurking in that vicinity. The treatment of the prisoners on their way through the Canadian towns was very rough. They were jeered and taunted, and in one instance ono of them was very severely maltreated by the mob, Lne Dispatch 16)" A speaker should remember, that, although he may be inexhaustible, bis nearers are not. The man who takes things easy the city pickpocket, J. P. MOORE, Publisher. TEIUJIS-1 50 Per IVnr .craiirc. spellia'u 8C1100ES. bY B. t. TATLOR. Have you foreotten them ? When from all tho legions rouud aboat they are gathered into the old W school house, with its huge fireplace which yawned like the main entrance to Aver- nus. How the sleitrhbe Is. bie in the L. n ddle of the string, and growing small degrees and beautifully less toward the broad, brass buckles, chimed in every directon, long befoie night the gath ering of the clans. There comes one school, " the Master "give him a csp ital M, for he is entitled to it Master nd all bundled into one huge red louble-sleigh, strewn with an abundance of straw, and tucked up, like a Christ mas pie, with half a dozen buffalo robes. Ihere are half a dozen cutters, each with its young man and maiden, they two and no more ; and then aeain a pair of jumpers, mounting a great outlandish no, neaped up, pressed down, runnintr over, with a ' collection of small speci mens of humanity, picked "up en route from a dozen homes, and all as merrv as kittens in a basket of wool. And the bright eyes and ripe red lips that one caught a plirapse of, beneath those pink. lined, quilted hoods, and the silverv laugh that escaped from the mufflers and lur tippets they wore then who does not remember f Who can ever forget them ? The school house, destined to be the arena of the conflict, has been swept and garnished ; boughs of eversreens adorn tho smoke.stained and battered walls. The pallets ot ehewed"papcr have all been swept from the ceiling, and two pails of water have been brouiht from the spring, and set on a bench in the entry, with the immemorial tin cun . 1 a wise provision indeed, for warm work is that spelling. The big boys have fanned and replen. ished tho fire till tho old chimney lairlv jars with the"roaring flames, and the sparks fly out at the top like a furnace, tne onUanime of the battle. The two " Masters " aro there, the two schools are there, and such a hum and such a moving to and fro ! Will they swarm ! The ferule comes down upon the desk with emphasis. What the roll of th drum is to armies,1tthat rule is to th whispering, laughing, younc; company. The challengers are ranged on one side, and tho challenged on the other. Back seats, middle stats, all filled. Some of the fathers, who could, no doubt upon occasion, " Shoulder the crutch, And show how fields were won." occupy the bench of honor near the teacher s desk. Now for the preliminaries ; the best speller on each side chooses. " Susan Brown." Outcomes around-eyed littl creature, blushing like a peony. Who', have thought it! Such a little thin and chosen first! " "Moses Jones." Out comes Moses, with a shock of red hair, shockingly harvested, surmounting h broad brow. The girls laugh at him, but what he don't know in the Eleme tary, is not worth knowing. "Jane Murray." Out trips Jane, fluttering like a bride, takes her place next the caller. She is a pretty girl, but a sorry speller. Don't you hear the whispers around the room? Why, that's John's sweetheart. John is the leader, and a battlo lest with Jane by his side would be sweeter than a victory won without her. And so they go on, "calling the names," until five or six champions stand forth to do battle, and the contest is 1 airly begun. Down they go, one after the other, as words of three sylables are followed by those of four, and those again by words of similar pronunciation and di. ven. signification, until only Susan and Moses remain The spelling book has been exhaus ted, yet there they stand. Dictionaries are turned over, memories are ransack ed for " Words of learned length and thunder ing seund," until, by and by, Moses oomas down like J tree, and Susan flutters there still, like Rates of Atlvcrlieiiitr. Ad m'rs nnd Kxceto'a Nctices, each 0 tiitiesi -j Auditor's Nnliiee, cncli Transient ndvci lising, per tquine of 10 lines or less, 8 tunes or lw For each subsequent insertion Professional cards, 1 year Special notices, per line Obituary nnd Mn l ingo. Notices, cncli Yearly Advertising, one square Yearly Advertising, tw0 Squares Ycai'y Advcr'ing three, squares Yearly Advertising, 1 column, Yearly Advertising, column Yearly Advertising, 1 column i... Advertisements displayed more limn ordinarily will be charged for at tlie Hile (ptr column) of 2 "id .id 2 (Ml nt .- ) 1 .1 t 0 1 t t.o (if) :.r 00 a leaf aloft, that the frcst and tho full have forgotten. Polysyllables follow polysyllables, and by and by, Susan hesitates, just a breath or two, and twenty tongues aro working their way through the labyrinth of let ters in a twinkling. Little Susan sink into the chink left for her in the crow ded scat, and there is a lull in the battle. Then they all stand in solid phalanx by schools, and the struggle is to spell each othrr down. And down they go like leaves in winter, and tho victory is declared tor our side, and tho the school is dismissed. Then comes the hurrying and bun dling, the whispering ahd glancing, ami pairing off, aud tumbling in. There are hearts that flutter, not hearts that ache ; " mittens" that were and are not worn, and fond hopes that are not reoL ized. There is jingling among the bells at the hour, one after another tho sleighs dash up, receive their nestling freight and arc gone. " Our master " covers the fire ami snuffs tho candles don't you remember how he used to pinch the smoking wick wilh his fore finger and thumb, and then thrust each hapless luminary, head first, into tho socket? and we wait for" him. The bells ring faiutly in the woods, over the hill, iu the valley they tiro gone. The school house is dark and tcnantlcss, and we arc alone with tho night. Merry, carefree company IJSoine of them aro sorrowing, some are dead : and all we fear are changed ! Spell ! ah, tho " spell " that has come over that crowd of dreamers over you, over mo. Will it ever be dissolved? In tho " white radiance of eternity." The tssassination of Lincoln We did thank God for calling Lin. coin home. If Lincoln is in Heaven, as Abolitionists say, he is better off than ho was in Washington, beset by thieves, Abolitionists, army-contractors, office seekers and gaping listeners to his smutty jokes. As a friend of Lincoln we thanked God for calling so great and good a man home before he should become disgusted with the Annas, the Janes, tho Thaddeuses, the (Benjamins, the Charleses, theFreds, and others of the leaders of the God asd Morality party. We thanked God for calling Lincoln into the presence and company of Dem ocrats, as he is if in Heaven. The poor President suffered enough from bein" with Abolitionists on earth, and wo thanked God lor calling him beyond their reach or influence here or hurca' ter. Whatever is, is right. God, who rules us all, wanted Lincoln removed He tuade Booth his agent; no one but God is to blame for Lincoln's death. God is never to blame; wo, who are Christians, should thank him lor every thing; we do so thank him; ho who docs not thank God is no Christian ; those who assail us are no Christians. We believe the country is better off now than when Lincoln was alive. We believe more in statesmanship than in nigger songs, or in humorous yarns in time ot war. We believe Lincoln was a mere man of putty in tho hands of traitors and thieves, Inown latterly as Abolitionists. We believe that God saw that ho was not useful, even if ornamental, and removed him to make room for a better man. We believe Johnson is a better man than Lincoln if ho had not beelj, sure ly the great Republican party would not have gone out of the Union for a candidate for the Vice Presidency, when they had so many good, pure, honorable statesmen in the North ! We believe the country would bo better off to day, if every Bepublioan and Abolition traitor, meddler, syco phant, apologist, thief, traitor, or tool of traitors, were in the bosom of Abraham We believe, further, that the Aboii. tion party is going to the devil, literally, and we do not care how quick. And we still further believe that " Brick " Pomeroy has more trie friends in tho country than ever Liu. coin had that we do not care the s i ip of a finger for the good or ill opinion f all the Abolition editors in the laud that we shall edit this paper just as we see fit, and do what no one of our as sailants dare do tell the truth without fear or favor. Democrat, La Crow, Wisconsin.
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