elected $ViScellanj. Charles Nolson 1i nl reached thir ty.flvc nnat that tigo ho found him self going down hill. lie had once been one of tho happiest cf mortals, and no bloPFiiio' was wanted to complete the sum of his happiness. He had one iftho nicest wives, and his children TT' ic intelligent and comely- llo was u cirpentcr by trade, and no man could command hotter wages, or more sure of work. If any man attempted to build a house, CharlrV" Nelson must lrs the job, and for miles around peo. pie fought him to work for them- But a change bad come over his own lifo .1 new and experienced carpeutcr had been sent for by those who could no longer depend upon Nelson, and he eiiled in the village and took Nelson's vlaee. ( u the back street, where the great trees threw their green branches over the way, stood a small cottage, which liad been the pride of its inmates Be. fore it stretched a wide garden, but fall, rank grass grew up among tho choking flowers, and the paling ot the fence was broken in many phecs. Tho house itself had once been white but it was now dingy nnd dark. Bright green blinds had ouco adorned the windows, but now they had been taken uffand sold. And tho windows them selves bespoke poverty and neglect, for in nifMiy places the glass was gone, nr,d shingles, vogs, and old hats had taken its place. A single look at the bouse and its accompaniments told tho f-torv. It was -tho drunkard'!" home. Within, sat a woman in tho early years of her life, and though sho was till haudsome to look upon, the bloom bad gone from her cheeks, and bright ness had faded from her eyes, Poor Mary Nelson ' Once sho had been ono of tho happiest among the happy, lut hot none could be more misserablo 1 Near her sat two children, both bcauti. fu'i in form, and features, but their gnrbo? were all patched and worn, and their feet shoeless. The eldest was thirteen years old, and her sister a few years younger. The mother was hear ing item recite a grammer lesson, for she had resolved that Iicr children should never grow up in iguorence. They could not attend tho common schools, for thoughtless children sneer ed at them, and made them the subject of sport aud ridicule ; but in this re k ect they did not suffer, for their mother was well educated, and sho do. voted such time as she could spare to their instruction. For wore than two years, Mary Nelson earned all tho money that had been used in tho house. People hired her to wash, iron and sew lor them, and besides the money paid, they gave her many articles of food and clothing. So she lived on, and the only joys that dwelt with her now were teaching her children and praying toGod. .Supper time came, a" 1 Charlts Nel son ciiinc reeling home. He had work ed th" day before at helping to move n building, and thus bad earned money c.iouah o lind himself in rnni for sev eral days. As he stumbled into the house the children crouched close to their mother, nud even she shrank iiw ay, for sometimes her husband was iigly when intoxicated. ('h ! how that man had changed with in tvo ycais ! Oucc their was tot a lit.cr lool ing man iu the village. In lr?.m; he had been tall, stout, compact mid perfectly formed, while bis lace bore tho very beau -ideal of manly beauty, liut all wis changed now. I lis noble form was bent, his limbs shrunken and tremulous, and bis face all bloated and disfigured. He was tho man who had ouce been the fond hu.-hsnd nnd doting father. The lov ing wife had prayed, and wept, and implored, but all to no purpose ; tho hut baud was bourn' to tho drinking companions of t'uo bar-room and ho tvouIu not 'orcuk tho band. ''.Ui evening Mary Nolson ate no RMpper, for of all the loot! in tho honno there was not more tlnn enough for her children but when hor husband was j.'oucsho rent and picked a fow benics i.tid lhu.4 kept her vital energies alivo. That uig-ht the poor woman prayed loug and earnestly, and her little ones prayed with her. Ou the following morning Charles' Nt-l'on sought the bar-room an lie rose bii' he was Mick and faint, and tho liq uor could not revive him for" it would t remain on his stomach. He drank .7 .ry deeply the night brfore, and bo J.-lt miserable. At length, however ' managed to ke;p down a tew glas ses of hot-sling, but the close atuios-v-.'i,crc of the bar-room seemed to stifle ou and he went out. The poor man had seuse enough to ;now that il be could sleep ho should rcl better, and he had just feeling Plough to wish to keep uwuy from oinc ; so ho wandered off to a wood iot far from the village, and sank .'own by a Mono wall and was soon in a profound slumber. When he woke die suu was .shining down upon him, tnd laising himself to a sitting posture lie gazed about him. lie was just on ihe poiut of rising, when' his motion was. arrested by tho sound of voices near at hand, lie lookod through the ehink in tho wall, and jnt upon the other sido he sav his two children picking berries, while a little further iff wcro two moro giils, the children of the carpeutcr who had lately moved the village. ' Come, Katie,' suid ouo of these ' 'lie giila to htr companion,' lct'i go awny from here, because if ui.y body JOIING. JTALL, Proprietor. CURTIS W. BARRETT, Pultidrr. was to set us with those girls, they'd think wo played with 'cm. Come.' ' Hut the berries are so thick here,' remonstrated the other. ' Never mind we'll come out some time when these little, ragged, drnnk. ard's girls arc not here.' So the two favored ones walked away hand in hand, and Nelly and Nancy Nelson sat down upon the ground and cried. ' Don't cry Nancy,' said tho eldest throwing her amis around her sister's neck. But you are crying, Nelly.' ' Oh, I can't help it,' sobbed the stricken one. ' Why do they blame us ? ' murmur, ed Nancy, gazing up into her sister's face. ' Oh, we aro not -to blame. We are good, and kind, and loving, and we never hurt anybody. Oh, I wish somebody would love us ; I should be so happy.' And we are loved, Nancy. Only think of our noblo mother. Who could love U9 as she does ? ' ' I know I know, Nelly ; but' that ain't all. Why don't papa love us as ho used to do 1 Don't you remember when he used to kiss us and mako us bo happy ? Oh, howl wish ho would bo so good to us onco more. Ho i3 not' ' sh, sissy ! don't say any more, lie may be good to us again ; if he knew how we love hiin. I know he will. And then I believe God is good, and surely ho will help ns sometime, for mother prays to him every day.' 'Yes,' answered Nancy, 'I know she docs ar.d God must be our father sometime.' ' Ho is our father now, sissy.' ' I know it, and he must "be all wo shall have by and-by, for don't you re member that mother told us that ho might lovo us ono of these days ? Sho said aeold dagger was upon her heart aud and' ' sh 'I Don't Nancy, you'll ' The words were choked ap with sobs and tears, and the sisters wept long to gether. At length they arose and went away for they saw more children coming. As soon as the little ores wcro out of sight. Charles Nelson started to his feet. His hands wcro clenched, his eyes were fixed upon a vacant point with an eager gaze. ' My God ! ' he gasped, what a vil lain I am ! Look at me now 1 What a state I am in, and what 1 sacrificed to bring myself to it ! Aud they love me yet and pray for me ! ' He said no more, but for a few mo. menu he stood with his hands clench ed, and his eyesvrerc fixed. At length his gaze was turned upwards, and his clasped hands were raised abovo his head. A moment he remained so, and then bis bauds dropped by his side, and he started homeward. When ho reached home he found his wife and children in tears, but he af fected to notice it not. He drew a shilling from his pocket it was his last aud handing it to his wife, he asked her if she would sent and get him some porridge. The wi) was startled by tho tono iu which this was spoken, for 't sounded as in days gone by. The porridge was made nice and nourishing, nnd Charles ate it all. lie went to bed early, and early on the fol lowing day ho was up. Ho asked his wife if sho had milk and flour enough to make him another bowl of porridge. Yes, Charles,' sho said, wo have not touuhed it.' ' Then if you are willing, I should liko somo more.' Tho wife moved quickly about the work, and oro long the food win pro. pared. He wnshod and drnssod, aud would have shaved had his hand been steady enough. He loft his home aud wcut at once to a man who had just commenced to frame a house. 1 Mr. Manly,' said he addressing the amu alluded to. ' I bave drank the last drop ot alcoholio beverage that ever passes my lips. Ask no more questions but believe mo now whilo you see me rue. Will you give me work ? ' 1 Charles Nolson aro you in earnest ? ' asked Mauiy in surprise. ' Ko much so, sir, that wcr6 death to stand upon my right hand, and yonder bar-room on my left, I would go with the grim messenger first.' " Theu here is my house lying about us in rough timber and boards. I placo it in your bauds, ud shall look to you to fiuihli it. Conio into my of fice, aud you tdia.ll nee tho plau I have drawn." We will not tell you how that strong man wept nor hov his noblo friend shed tears to see him thus; but Charles Nelson took tho plan, nud having stud, died it for a whilo, ho went out whore tho men wcro gutting the timber to gether, and Mi'. Maul) introduced him us their master. That day he worked but a "little, for he was not strong yet, but he arranged tho timber and, gave directions for framinj. At night ho RIDG WA Y, PENNA., A UG UST 20, 1SG7. asked his employer if he darod trust him with a dollar. ' Why, you havo earned three,' re turned Manly. ' And you will pay me three dollars a day ? ' ' If you are as faithful as you havo been to-day, for you will save me mon ey at that.' mi l no poor man eouid not speak ins thanks in words, but his looks spoke tliem lor him, and manly understood them. He received his three dollars and on his way homo he bought first a basket, then three loaves of bread, a pound of butter, some tea, sugar, and a piece of beefsteak, and he had jdst one dollar and seventy-five .eents left. It was sometime before he could com pose himself to enter tho houso, but at length ho went in, nnd set the basket upon tho table. I Come, Mary,' ho said, I have brought something home for supper. Here, Nelly, you take tho pail and run over to Mr. Drown' s and get two quarts of milk.' He handed the child a shilling as ho spoke, and in a half 'bewildered stato she took the shilling and hurried away. Tho wife started when she raised the cover of tho basket, but she dared not speak. She moved about like one in a droum, nnd ercr and anon she would east a furtivo glnnoo at her husband. Ho had Lot been driuking she knew itand yet ho hud money enough to buy rum if ho wanted it. what could it mean ? Had her prayers been an swered ? Oh, how fervently she pray, ed then. Soon Nelly returned with the milk, and Mrs. Nolson set the tabic out. After supper, Charles aroso and said to his wife : I I must go to Mr. Manly's office to help him to arrange somo plans for his new house, but I will be hoaie early-' A pang shot through the wife's heart as she saw hirr turn away, but still she was far happier than she had beon be fore for a long timo. There was some thing in his manner that assured her, and gave her hope. Just as tho clock struck nine, the well-known foot fall was heard, strong and steady. The door was opened and Charles entered. His wife cast a quick and keen glance into his face, and she almost uttered a cry of joy when sho saw how he had changed for tho bet. tor. He had been to tho barber's and hatter's. Yet nothing was said upon the all importaut subject. Charles wished to retire early and his wife went with him. In the morning, the hus band arose first and built the fire. Mary had not slept till long after mid. niwht, having been kept awake by tho tumultuous emotion that had started up iu her bosom, and she awoko not bo early as usual. Dm sho camo out just as the tea kottlo and potatoos be gan to boil, and breakfast was soon ready. After the meal was eaten, Charles aiose, put on his hat, and then turning to his wife he asked : ' What do you do to-day ? ' ' I muBt wash for Mrs. Bigby.' ' Are yon willing to obey mo onco oioro r Oh, yes.' ' Then work for me to-day. Send Nelly over to tell Mrs. Digby that you are not well enough to wash, for you are not. Hero is a dollar, and you must do something that will keep you busy for yourself and children.' Mr. Nelson turned towards the door, and his hand was upon the latch. He hesitated, and turned back. lie did not speak, but ho opened his arms, and hit wifo sank upon his bosom. II kisncd her, aud then having gently placed her in a scat, he left tho house. When he wont to his work that morn ing, he full well and very happy. Mr. Manly was by to ohoor him, and this fie did by talkiug and aoting as though Charles bad never boon uo fortunate at all. It was Sunday evening, and Nelson had been almost a week without rum. He had earned fifteen dollars, ten of which he had now in his pocket. ' Mary,' he said, after the supper ta ble had been cleared away, ' tht.ro aro ten dollars for you aud I want you to cxpeud it in clothing tor yourself and the children. I have earned fifteen dollars the past five days, I am to build Squire Mflolj's jjreat houso and ho pays mo three dollars a day. A good job isn't it ? Mary looked up, and her lips moved but she eould not speak a word. She struggled a few momenta and burst into tears. Her husband took her by tho arm atid drew hei upon his lap, then pressed her to his. bosom. 4 Mary,' ho whispered, while the tears ran dawn his own chetks, ' you are not deceived. I aiu ChavWa NcWou ouov moro, and will be whilo I live. Not by anyaotof iiiino shall another cloud erossyour brow.' And then he told her of the words bo had heard the prc- viotts Monday, wlnlo be lay behind the wall. ' Ncvot beforo,' he said,' did I ful ly realizo how low I had fallen, but the scales dropped Irotn my eyes then as though some one had struck them off with a sledge. My soul started up to a stand point Irom which all tho temp ests of the earth cannot move it. Your prayers are answered.' lime passed or, and the cottage assumed the garb of puro wh'uc, and its whole windows and green blinds. 1 be roses in the garden smiled, and in every way did tho improvement work. Once again was Mary Nelson aJiong the happiest of the happy, and her children choose their own associates now. A Seasonable Article by Mark Twain. The musquitocs have irritated me be yond endurance. I haven't suffered so much as during the past few days, since I emigrated from New Jersey many years ago. These insects manifest a peculiar af. fection for mo. They sorcnado me in troupes, and present their bills with tho promptness of a tax collector, and make you pay on the spot. I couldn't locate all the spots they have visited on me I am in a state of eruption all over. I am constantly committing assault and battery on myself in the despcrato of smashing tho littlo wretches. Tho amount of punishmont I have dealt out to mysolf would have been sufficient to have scoured me tho chaui pionihip of tho light weights in the prize ring. But you don't gaiu any credit with such antagonists; they always manago to get first blood, then leave you alone to conio up to tho scratch. Do you know any remedy fortnusqui toes? I havo tried pennyroyal. Tho musquitoos don't mind it. They say if you close up tho windows nhd doors of your bedroom and then burn sulphur, it will kill every musquito in the apartment also, any other man. If you rub yourse?f from heat to foot with kerosene oil, they say musquitoes won't bite you. I haven't tried this my landlady ob jected on account of the bed clothes. The man who discovers an infallible protection from musquitoes deserves to be decorated with the ribbon of the Lc gion of Honor. Everybody would bless him, as every body is afflicted just now by musquitoes. O'Tard is the only man I know who is' not. no says the musquitoes don't trouble bira. This can be accounted for. Musquitoos are sanguinary, but torn porato insects. They will drink blood, but they don't touch whiskey. m m Which Hair. Here is an Enlish story of tho tim es a bank incident, which must not be lost : In the midst of tho late excitement, and at the momont when everybody though all tho banks were going to the dogs to. gcthcr, Jones rushed into the bank of which ho was a stockholder, and thrus iug a certificate into the clerk's face he said in haste : Hero' please transfer halfof thatjto James K. Smith.' Tho clerk looked at it and asked : Which half, Mr. Jones 1 ' ' I don't care which half,' replied Jones, puzzled at the in quiry. ' You bad better go to tho courts ; I can't mako the transfer with out legal decision. If you really wish to transfer your other half to Mr. Smith we cannot do it here.' Jones was con founded. He kucw the banks wero all iu a muddle, but this was to deep for him. He took his certificate from the handB of tho smiling clerk, and on look ing at it lo ! it was his marriage ccrtifi. cato ! Doing a printed lorm on fine papor, nnd put away among his privato papers,, it was the first thihg Mr. Jones laid hands cm when he went to tho secretary for bank stock script. He went home, kissed his wife glad to find she hadn't beenfransfered to Mr. Smith, and taking the right papers this timo hastened down town in time to get it all straight. A New Hampshire bauhclor, alter several unsuccessful attempts to enter the Benedictine ranks, dually persuaded an old maid to marry him, tho consider ation being u fmeen dollaV watch. The ceremony over, he urgod an immediate return home. "Home!" exclaimed the trido, who had been married in her father's house, " home I tWi is my home and you had better go to you'rn. I agreed to marry you for tho watch, but I wouldu't live with you for tho town clock!" A gentleman was complaining to his latheMu-law ot his wifo's temper. At last papa in-law, becoming very tired of these cudltfM grtruibKogs, and being a bit of a wag, replied: "Well, my d.'ar fellow, if I hear of her tormenting yon ogain, I shall disinherit her." Tho busbaud never agaiu complained. VOLUME SEVEN-NUMBER 25. TERMS 1 50 PER ANNUM. THE SETTIA'4 Mtvr. 'Timothv. that air valler hen's a set. ting agin,' said Mrs llays to her son, one morning after breakfast. ' Well, let Iicr set,' remarked Timo. thy, helping himself to a large piece ot cheese ; ' I reckon I can stand it as long as she can.' ' I do wish you would try anel be a lit tlo more equcnomical to cheese limo. thy ; I've cut the very last of my every day lot, and it's only tho first of May. And now as soon ns you've doue eatin go out and break trp that hen. She's setting ou an old ax and two bricks now.' ' I hope she'll hatch 'em returned Timothy. If sho was set now, she'd hatch the fourth week in May. It's a bad sign ; something alters happen arfcr it. Stop giggling, Helen Maria ; by the time you get to be as old as ycr ma, you'll see fur ther than you do now. There was Jen. kins' folks ; their gray top-not hatched the last of May, and Mrs. Jenkins, she had the confunction on tho lunsp!, and would havo died if they hadn't killed a lamb and wrapped her in the hide while it was warm. That was all that saved her.' With such a startling proof of the truth of the omen before him, Timothy fiuished his breakfast in hasto and de. parted for the barn, from which he soon returned, bearing tho squalling biddy by the logs. ' ' What shall I do with her, mother ? She'll get on again, and she's cross as bedlam she skinned my hands, and would bo the death of biq if sho could get loose.' ' I've heern it said that it was a good plan to throw 'em up in the air,' safd Mas. Hays. Aunt Pcprgy broke one of scttin only three times tryin. 'Spostf'n you try it.' Up sho goes, head or tail ! ' cried Tim, as ho tossed the volcano skyward. Land o massy, exclaimed Mrs. llays1 she s coming down in the pan or bread that 1 set out on tho great rock to rise ! Tim, it's strange '.hat you can't do noth. ing without overdoing it. Down with the traitors, up with the stars,' Sang out Tim, elevating biddy again with something jess than a pint of Datter Hanging to her lect. ' Good gracious me, wuss and wuss,' cried Mrs. Hays, nnd Tim agreed with her, for the hen had como down on the well polished tilo of Esquire Bennett, who happened to be passing, and the dignified old gentlemau was the father of Cynthia Bennett, the young lady with whom Tim was seriously enamorod. J ho snuiro looked dairccrs. brushed off the uough with his handkerchief, find strode o in silence. ' Yes, but it's coin'' up again,' said Tim, spitefully seizing tie clucking bid dy and tossing her at raudom in the air. JJiddy thought it was best to manifest her individuality, and with a loud scream she darted against the parlor window, broke through, knocked down the canary cage, and landed plump in the silken lap of Mrs. Gray, who was boarding at tho farm house. Mrs. Gray scrramcu with horror, and starting up, dislodged biddy, who flew at her rcflect'oft in tho looking glass with an angry hiss. I he glass was shat tered and down came the hen, astonish ed beyond measure, against a vase of Bowers, which upset, and io falling, knocked over tho stund-disli and delu ged with water a pair of drab colored velvet slippers, which Helen Maria was embroidering for her lover, Mr. Jnmef licushaw. Helen entered the room; Just h the mischief had been done, and viewing the ruin she at once laid it to her brother Timothy. Heard his step behiud her, and tho unfortunate hen sho flung full iu her face. Thcro was a smothered oath, and tho hen come back with the force of a forty pound shot. Helen was mad. Her eyes Were nearly put out with the feathery dust dough, and sho" went at Timothy with true feminine zeal. She broke his watch guard in a dozen pieeos, crushed his dicky, and began to pull his whiskers out by tho roots. But when sho came to look closer she per ceived that the man she had nearly an nihilated was not Timothy, but James Henshaw. Poor Helen burst into teais and fled into her chamber, tho usual re sort for heroines; and Jatno., after wash, iug himself at tho the kitchen xiuk, went home, sternly resolved never lo marry a woman? with such a temper as Helen Hays had. The hen, meanwhilo, who is the hero, iuo, returned to the barn to establish herself ou the ruin of her nest, deter mined to set in the heavens fell. Mrs. llays soon discovered her, add havifrg heard that dipping in water would euro 1 broedncs8.' sho set forth for tho brook with tho fowl iu he! apron. Mrs. Weav. er, an M lady a? very quarrelsome tem perament, who resided near, was at sword's point with Mrs. Hays was just coining to the brook lor a pail of water, aud spied the yellow bad of (he bird peeping out from M rs. Hays' apron ' There ! ' sho exclaimed, ' uow I've found out what puzzled me to death nigh about, a week. rTe found oul whefe that yellow pullet has gone to. Mrs. Hays, I allers Luowcd you was a wicked, deceitful woman, but I didn't think you'd steal.' ' Steal t mo steal ? Who are you talking to, Mrs. Weaver?' said Mrs. Hays, on her dignity. 'I'm talking'to you madam, that's Jho I'm talking to!. You've stole my hen what I got over to Undo Gillie.-, and paid for it in sascngers. She's a real Dorkin. Give hcrto me, righthero or I'll use force.' 1 She's my hen, aud you touch her, if you dare ! ' ' I'll show you what I dare ! ' yellei Mrs. lYcavcr, growing purple and seiz ing the ill-starred fowl by the tail she gave a wrench and the tail camo out in her hand- The sudden cessation of resistance up set Mrs. Weavci's balunce, and she fell backward into the btook, spattering the mud, and astonishing the polliwogs in crc.j uircction. SI:?. r2s pp,.y Vj man, and soon on her feet .again, ready to renew the assault. 'Give me hit Jimi ' ulm tr'n,1 it,..... ing her fist into Mrs. Havs' face, you old hag and hypocrite yon!' ami sho made a second dive ot the bird. 1 he lien thought it proper lo show her Colors, aud lltlerlnn- nn 1.1.. yell, she flew out of the covert, s'tiaro into the face ot Mrs. Weaver, which sho raked down with her nails until it resembled tho m-i-gnf lr.,1.,.,.. ..,.,i and rccrossed with red ink. Mrs. Hays caught a stick of brush wood from thefenc: Mrs. Weaver did the same and a regular duel would probably have been fought, il !, Kl- of the creek had not suddenly given way and precipitated both Mm men iuto the water. Tbey scrambled uui un opposite shics, and the hen sat perched in an annle tree and triumph. Tho ladies shook themselves, and by consent went home. They have not spoken since. The hen disappear ed and was not seen until three weeks afterwards, when she made her appear ance with eleven nice yellow chickens. She found some other fowl's nst and bad set in spite of fate. But nlthougli not ' broken up ' herself she had broken up two matches for Cynthia Bonnet was not at homo the next time Timothy called, and Mr. Henshaw never forgave lielen Joi having snob, a temper. PAT AND TDt Dmcnv k r-i- ...... ' . - . . lUOUthfl QO'O. a DrnPrn TrwrlU ,.f Swampscot, Itbodo Island, was traveling through tho western part of the State of New York, he fell in with an Irishman, wno naa lately arrived in this country, nnd was in search of a brother who had conic before him, and settled in some of tho diggings in that part of the coun fry. Pat was a strong man, a true Roman Catho.ic, and had never seen the interi or of a Protcstaut church. It was a pleasant Sunday matvitict rhat.brothcr Ingalls met Pat, who iu quired the road to (he nearest church. Ingalls was a pions man. He told Pat he was going to church, nnd invi ted his new made friend to keep him company thither, his destination being a small mcetinsr hoosi nr .. tk. was a great revival there at tho timo, and one of the deacons, who was a very small man in stature, invited brother Ingalls to take a scat iu his pew. Ho accepted the invitation, followed by Pat, nuiFiwiveu m vain lur the altar, Ac. After he was seated he turned round to brother Insalls. nnd could be heard all round, he inquired : ' Shuro, and isn't this a heretic churoh ?' IIusll ! ' Tllnr.llld I rn a-.!- o n , JVM I' V. .1 & word they will put you out,' 'Divil a word will I Bn:.t f nti plied Put. I he meeting wa-i opened by prayer by the pastor. lut was eyeing him very closelv, when an old gentleman, who- was stand in" in the pew direetlv in fmni V" V V 1 H uli.n.,.! A 9 " ' Hist, ye divil,' rejoined he with h?s loud whisper, which was heard by tho juiuistcr; be daceut, and don't make a blockhead of yourself.' Tho parson grew more fervent ir hi devotion. Presently the deacon utter ed an audible groan Amm. ' Hist, ye blackguard ; have ye no Ja coney at all ?' said Pat, at the same timo giving him a punch in (fie ribs, which caused him to loose his equilibrium. The minisicr stopped, nnd extending his hands in a suppliant manner, said : ' Brcthern, wo cannot bo disturbed m this way. Will some one put that mau out ?' ' Yes, your reverence,' shouted Put, ' I will ! ' And suiting the action to the word, he collared the deacon, aud to tho utter horror of tho pastor, brother Iniral's and the whole congregation, ho dragged him up the aisle, and with a tivmomloiM kick sent him iuto the vestibule of tho ohurch, Lduoai'Io.v is a coojpaniou which no misfortune can depress, no cliina do. stroy. no enemy alicnat.i, no despot Un enslave. At home a !i lend, abroad air introduction, iu solitude a sol3o, ii society nu ornament. It chastens vice, u guides virtue it gives iMCe and gov ernment to genius. Without it what is man ? A splendid sVe, vacillating between the dignity (,f an intelligence-' derived from God, aud I lie dv3Md:ition of brutil pas-iioiw. The Wailingtor.l Oo:,,,. community ol . i ifeulioaist inaja n prof;t of gfj,2!!a tliUy3i- upon (hoir strawberry crop" o W bushofc Tho crop averaged 10J bu.hela to tho Ucie.
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