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
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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.