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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.
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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.