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VOLUME XVII
NEW GOODS I NEW COMM
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close Out
JOSIP
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NOTWITHSTANDING the heavy drains by
"Let me alone" Quartermasters in July I
am harpy to inform my customers and the public
generally that lam on board again with 'a large
supply than ever of NEW end FRESH
FALL HD WHITER
MOW
- GROCERIES,
HARDWARE,
QUEENSWARE,
BOOTS,
SHOES,
HATS, &c,
- Which I can and will sell as cheap as the cheap
,cwt "or any other man."
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Blk. and Fancy Silks,
•
All Wool DeNines,
Turin Cloth,•
Figured Delaines,
Poplins,
French and gnglish Merinos,
Alpacas,
Shepherd Plaids, ,
Clanking Clothe of every gitali-
Py, color and description.
MOURNING GOODS
BM. French Merinos
English do.,
all Wool Delaines,
Ilionathent Cloths,
Turin Cloths,
English Crspo.
" Prints,
french Crape,
Plush lined ti t kuiriiies,
Crape )41,dions,
Hoods;
Na bias,
Be/morals;
and everything to make the sail mourner look beau
tiful in all her sorrow.
GENTS' - WEAI34 ---
Broad Clothe, Blk. and Fancy Cassimeres, Ben.
ver Cloths, Silk and Velvet Vesting, Merin Shirts
and Drawers, Fancy Flannel Linen mar•
sails and Cash. Shirt Fronts ; Neat. Ties, Collars
an anything an
everythig to cause him to break aiadie's heart, or
make him presentable at the house of Queen Vic.
WOO 'IN /GOODS,
Jill colors, Bay Mate Flat ne i s ,
Gmy,
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Bro,
• g.snlterino,
Red Twitted Flannel,
Gray ao.
GPien do. do.,
Vellow do. do.
a.taut-,17.1 tiaDaa,,,
13Fo Muslin,
Tieking,s,
Jeans,
Denims,
Burlaps,
Sheetings,
Ptllowcatw
=IEEE
dROCERIES
Q UABENS WARE.
lire hive a full and complete stock and will sell
very law, come and see forygurselses. To see -is
t o buy. Remember theplace. Northeast corner of
the Dimond.
Oct. t 3
'f' if Ett lot of Boautitl t 135Aitorgls jam ro
ed at (nov ;27) ediabl's
WE'LL STAND BY OUR COL
Aitt—On the banks of the Potomac.
Our banner forever; on sea or on land,
May its beauties be known on the great Rio Grand,
The Gulf bid it welcome in ecstacy true,
Andslory will kiss the old rekythite. and blue.
Cuoitus :-:—Hurza, baize, we're a nation so true,
Well stand by our colors of re
All tattered and torn, it floats in the b reeze;
The beacon of freedom, and pride of the seas,
The boast of our fathers though little'they knew, •
What a name they were giving the red, white, and
blue
It is wreath'd with laurels of victory dear,
Though glist'ning with many a mother's bright teat,
It's colors obscur'd by the blood of the true,
Bit yet we distinguish the red;While, and blue.
When Treason first soundeti the tocsin of strife,
And the nation lay gasping for being and life,
Wher traitors were plenty and patriots few,
The rallying cry was '•red, white, and blue."
When kissed by the ° Angel of peace from the skies .
Our flag in its lustre will gladden - our - eyes,—
And despots will tremble, while traitors will rue,
The hour they strucg at the red, white, awl blue.
Soon,,soon, the dear boy pfill return to the place,
Where his ruot i lier's sweet smiles first fell on his
Face, , •
And the Sight of hie eye will kindle to see
A refuge from danger, a home for the free.
No cannon's loud roar, or tap of a drum,
Will summon to battle, or strife ever come,
No demon of discoid, to strike at the true .
Will drag Angels down, or the red white and blue
Caongs : —lluzTa, huzza, we re a nation as true,
stand by our colors of red, white and blue,
Oh ;do not stand so long outsioe,
Why need you be so shy 1
The people's eyes are open, John,
As they are passing by !
You cannot tell what they
,might think,
They've said strange things before;
And if you wish to talk awhile,
Come in and shut the door!
Nay, do not say, "No, thank
With auch a bashful face ;
You said when ladies wiapered "No,"
They ment "Yes" all the while
hty koliacr, too, will welcome yolly
1 told you that before ;
It doesn't look well standing here—
Come in and shut the door !
You say I did not answer you
To what you said fast night :
I heard your question in the dark
Thought on it in the light ;
And now my lips shall utter what
• My heart has said before,
Yes, dearest, I—but stay awhile—
Come in and shut the door.
- zacxo4o3ol.23Cmi3b.N . Y.
The deep shadows of an October afternoon
were fast blending with the sombre grey of
early twilight. All day had the sky been
shrouded in a dark, heavy mantle, as if seek
' ! Tote etiorrfrortrth e-chilli hich
moaned and whistled through the'yellowleaf
ed trees. Occasionally the lurid Face of the
sun peered from behind the sombre folds.
then, as if disgusted at his ineffectual el
tempts to animate the dull landscape, retreat
ed hastily behind the friendly shelter.
Xly feelings were in harmony with the
gloomy aspect of nature, and sullying forth
into the damp, misty air, 1 bent my step to
ward the village churchyard.
This beautiful spot, nestling in the lap of
green, sloping hills, at the •outskirts of the
village, was my favorite resort. And often,
when harrassed by the cares and anxieties of
life, I could almost wish myself among the
number of those who "under the willow trees
are sleeping."
Nowhere have I realized so fully the vani
ty of worldy pursuits, or the shortness or
uncertainty of human life,.as in this sacred
place The grassy mounds, the gleaming
tombstone, the deep, solemn stillness, broken
only warbling notes of the yellow-bird,
or the soft sighing of the willows, appealed
to my soul with an earnestness that no words
could express vend - on- - that — ciu tum nal—after- '
noon, one of the sad st of the year,"of
hag winds, of nak woo of meadwos brown
and sear," it seemed as if t "voice, of the
Lord" was walking among the silent graves.
Wandering dreamily along the winding
path, musing upon the beautiful lines, "I
would not live always," and stooping, ever
and anon. to pluek some little flower, whose
tender petals were yet unscathed by the au
tumn winds, I reached the resting place of a
dear friend. Sitting upon it, Oblivion drop
ped her veil o'er tie outward world, and left
my mind to wander unrestrained through the
boundless f i elds of imagination. A low wail-
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CEIORUS :—lluzza, buzz% &c.
Caoftua :—I-luzza, huzza, &c,
throntra : Huzza, huzza, &c
Ciaciaus :—Huzza, huzza, &c.
Cnoaus.—Huzza, huzza, &c.
COME IN lIND SUET TEE NOB.
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damp, ec
ding to witness that s, 0 anguish!
No violent demonstration, no words, no tears,
only at intervals the long, deep wailing moan.
My heart bled for the stricken one; and sink
ing behind the moss-grown headstone, I fer
vently besought Min, who wept over the
grave of Lazarus, to whisper words of com
fort to the soul of that mourner.
For a time the children stood by -in. aive
stricken_eilenco, when, suddenly, the
er one, a boy about fire years old, stamped
his little foot, and•with clenched hands, ex
aimed-: _
, white, ant
"Oh, dear, I wish I was a man ! Den I till
de naughty rebel what shoot my papa."
Poor, fatherless little 'cherub, how elo
quently did the simple words tell the sad,
sad tale. Then did I know why those deep
throes of mental anguiSlfi•acked tlMt pros
trate form; then coulE I understand, the
yearning with which
,that bosom was pressed
to the cold,idamp turf ! And when, as -the
grey of twilight had almost merged into the
blackness of-night, the mother and children
silently departed, I went to the hallowed
grave, and kneeling upon it, dropped a tear
to the memory of the dead hero L
. Reader, do you ever reflect upon the many
hearts thus stricken, the many homes thus
desolated ? Do you honor the brave fellows'
who have sundered ties so binding for the
sake_of our_cauntry ? Do you pray for their
preservation amid the perils of war, and
their speedy return to home and friends ?
Oh, noble soldiers! Offering your heart's
best blood upon thivilfa• — o - f — fie - iiiiOin
ving the molten lead of the booming can
non ! shrinking not from the fiery hail of
the rattling musketry ! facing undauntedly
'even the sharp point of the gleaming bayo
net! MaY God protect you! May He rule
your hearts and strengthen your arms, and
in his own good time crown you with the
victory for which you are so gloriously stri-
In my restless wanderings to an - d — fro -
am wont to fix up a wind harp in my win
dow ; for in its sweet, sad voice it seems to
sing of my home s far, far away; that I, love
so well. If lam sad, its plaintive wailings
- seems congenial to my desponding heart.—
Lightly touched by the unseen fingers of
the breeze, a song at once unearthly in its
sweetness is heard, charming the ear and
thrilling through us like the last lingering
echo from the golden trumpets J
There is magic, too, in the song. Like the
puissant incantations of early astrologers,
which drew from their graves the ghosts of
those long since dead; so does the wind
harp's wild song call forth from the tomb
of the "past" the ghost-like memories of
other years. t'anorama like visions of home
and childhood pass before the mind; the
mountains, blue and mysty in the distance,
the strange sad feeling that comes we know
not why, the unsatisfied longing of the heart,
the halcyon days of happiness with no.
thought.or care of the future, the friends of
our childhood new "scattered and sundered"
that we shall see again sever
It seems to aing the heart-song at the
grave of bereaved affection. It is the dis
consolate wail of unsuspecting innocence be
trayed ; it mourns the heartlessness and in.
constancy of this selfish world. It is like
the voice of unseen angles mourning over
this sin-cursed earth: It is like the last
wailing cry of hope clean gone forever. It
is the desp)/iring refrain of the "lost," play.
ed of-heaven.
What do you drink whiskey for? Do you
know r Y a don't know ? Well we would
le_pra etice ,
in which politicians, common people, all the
rest of mankind, and even editors and law
3ers indulge It is a very mean practice.—
It destroys the intellect, kills the body and
damns the soul. The devil won a great vic
tory when he introduced whiskey into the
.world. lie knew what he was about. It
was; his business to fill his regions with souls,
and he knew that whiskey was the best re
cruiting officer for the armies of perdition
thache could employ. We have a few words
to say to whiskey drinkers—don't touch it.
t. iniures, it ruins, it kills. The kindest,
truest, ,best hearted men in the world drink
liquor to excess- God, and God.alone, knows
the struggle of such men to resist tempta
tion'. lie alone knows how. earnestly they
pray to be delivered from evil.
• Oh, how
many we know, kind hearted,- true, loving
men, who are rapidly passing down to death
on the rushing tide of intoxication. Do you
drink? Stop to-day for your own sake.—
Do you know a friend who sometimes drinks'
to excess, but who is trying to lead a sober
lire ? You do r Well don't t •rnpt him. It
is_a_great erime_toose your influence for the
d est ruction•of a fellow-ereature: -- If-you
injure yourself, do so; but don't be instru
mental is the murder of your neighbor.
Horses hi.ve to suffer starvation in war as
well as men. An officer having arrived at
Chattanooga, inquired of a-darkey whore ho
could find accommodations fdr his horse.—
"Don't', know, sah, 'bout the 'comma:l6ons.
Da fence rails is all gone, and dar noth.
in' for 'em to eat any more, only a few.barn,
doors, an' we want dem fur de general's bos
ses."
Be honest and sincere,
The Aeolian Harp.
BY REV. 3, MILTON AKERS
Drinking Whiskey.
3Pitslitles; ancl Xteliwicort.
FRIDAY HORNING, FEBRUARY 12, 1864.
keeism'oil tha
'ortland Transcre:pt has .the folloW
lh, whether exactly true or not; is a
ikee story :
, battle of the Rappahannock Sta.
after the sth Maine had gained posses
of the works in their front and were bu
taking a whole brigade of Johnnys to
Col. Edwards, who was one of the
„rat to reach the rifle pits, took a "few Men
from Company G, and pressed on in guest of
more prisoners, supposing some might be try.
ing to get away in the darkness of the night.
Following the line of fortifications down to
wards the river he saw before him a long line
of troops in the rifle-pits. Finding that he
was in a tight fix, he determined to put on a
bold face,
"Where is the officer in command of these
troops ?”- demanded the gallant Colonel.
"Here," a-
..nswered the Colonel who was
eoxamintiing — the — r - dlierlrigade - , - "and — who
are you, sir ?"
"My name is -Col.—Edwards, of-the' sth
Maine, and 1 deraam
company "-
"I. will confer with my officers first," re
plied the rebel officer..
"Not a moment will I allow, said Col.
Ed 4 - Don'
..wards. "Don't you see my columns a(
vaneing. (Pointing to a large body of men,
marching over the hill, but who were the
rebel prisoners being marched to the rear.)
Your forces have all been captured, and your,
retreat is cut off," and as the rebel cowman -1
der hesitated he continued. "Forward ! sth
Maine and 21st New York."
"X surrender, sir." said the rebel common
der quickly. "Will you allow me the cour
tesy of retaining a sword that has never been
dishonored F"
"Yes sir," replied Col. E. "but I will take
the_sw_ords of those officers," pointing to the
Colonels by his side.
They were handed to him.
"Now order your men to lay down their
arms, ai - id - pass - to - the - rear - with-this-guard."
They obeyed, and a whole brigade of Lou
isianians, the famous sth and 6th Tigers, be
ing among them permitted themselves to be
disarmed, and marched to the rear as prison
ers of war, by Col. Edwards, and less than a
dozen men of his regiment. -
Situations Reversed.
A correspondent of the Cincinnatti Com
mercial, with the Army of . the Cumberland,
narrates the following incident :
A certain wealthy old planter, who used
to_Dlvern a precinct in Alabama, in a recent
skirmish was taken prisoner, and at a late
hour brought into camp, where a guard was
placed over him. .The aristocratic rebel,
supposing everything was all right—that he
was secure enough any way as a prisoner of
a•committee of the whole, resolved
himself into "sleep's dead slumber." Awak
ening about midnight, to find the moon shi
ning full into his face, he chanced to inspect
his guard, when, horror of horrors, that sol
dier was a negro I And, worse than all, he
recognized in that towering form; slowly and
steadily walking a beat, one of his own
stases I
Human nature could not'stand that; the
prisoner was enraged, furious, and swore he
would not. Addressing the guard, through
clenched-teeth, foaming at The mouth, ho
yelled out :
"Sambo 1"
"Well, =sm." •
"Seed for the colonel to come here imme
diately. My own slave can never stand
guard over we; it's -a outrage; no
gentleman would -submit to it."
Laughing in his sleeve, the dark faced sol
dier promptly called out, "corr'l de guard!"
After listening to the Southerner's irapag
sinned harangue, which was full of invective,
the colonel turned to the negro with,
"Sam!"
"Yes,-Colonel."
"You know this gentleman, do you?"
"Ob course; be's Massa 8., and has big
plan tatioain_Alabantl._"
Well. Sam, just take care of him to
night!" and the officer walked away.
• Adthe sentinel again paced his beat, the
gentlemen from Alabama appealed to himin
an argument.
—"Listen,—Sambe
"You hush, dar; it'a done gone talkin to
you now., Hush, rebel!" was the negrq's
emphatic command, bringing down bis mus
ket to a charge bayonet position, by way of
enforcing silence.
The nahob was now a slave—his once val
ued negro his master; and think you, as he
sank back upon a blanket in horror and
shame that night, that he believed human
bondage was a divine institution, ordained of
God!
Ingenious.
Our landlords are getting mighty partic
ular' about their tenants, .as well as their
rents. It a body has half a-dozen children,
and of course more need of a house than if
he had none at all, he is very cooly told he
cannot have the premises.
"nave you children, madam'.". inquired
one of these sharpers, of a lady, in modest
black, who was looking atone of his houses,
just ftnishod and in perfect order. .
' "Yes," said the gentle mother, "I. have
seven. sir, but they are all in the church
yarcl. ; ' A sigh and the dew of a tear gave
impressiveness to the painful remark, and
without further parley the bargain was do.
sed. Her little flock were waiting for
,her
in the church ?yard, round the corner, and
were delighted to hear that she had found a ;
snug house so Speedily. The landlord. says
he shall never trust a woman in black after
this.;
tinny Fern says "if one:half' of the girls
knew the previous life of the men they mar
ry, the list of old maids would be wonderful
ly increased." If the men knew what their
future lives were to be, wouluta' t it increase
the list ur old maids still further ?
There is a world of joy"shut up in that
little wird, saved ! how many a. dawn of
rich and a golden beauty for the soul has it
ushured in, after a gloomy night of deferred
hope and anxious watching I It is always
a sweet w.ord to hear—a sweeter, word to
speak. So full'of happy music %rhea the
lips utter it—so full of happier rneanin...
w en . e ear ee 5 it. to voice never
breathes it, but the face becomes radiant
with joy, and the eye sparkles with delight.
Every chord of the heart vibrates with inex
pressible pleasure, as its music falls upon
the ear long waiting-. in anxious expectation.
It has a history efts own,: written in the
mingled experience of sorrow and joy of
many a soul. Few there are who have not
uttered it in more or less meaning, through
whose soul has it not sent a thrill of delight,
filling it too, full for' utterance. Sound it
out in the at - Meese of - night, and some oar: -
ing heart will take it up, and send it joyfully
and darkness.
Whisper it ever,so softly, and there will be
some soul that cannot contain itself for every'
joy. It is.the avenue through which the
soul breathes out its overflowing gratitude.
Its. whole expression is that of thankfulness.
Saved ! and from what I Ah 1 from a life
of intemperance, of misery, of crime ; of
degradation, of shame, of infamy, and from
death. if you haire known, kind reader,
what it is to, have had the dear object of your
-heart's best affection snatched from any of:
those calamities, you have_ found no_ word 1
0 SUITCO
6r your
that would soitly express the outgushing
thankfulness of your heart, as the little
word----;Savel 1 •
Mrs. 'lroning was a poor willow with four
children, of whom Richard, the eldest, was
eight. years old. , She could only lift up her
heart . to God, and this she did in earnest
prayer, for she believed in his love and his
power o save.
At the close of her prayer, Richard said
to her : "Mother does not the Bible say that
God sent ravens to a man to bring him
bread ?"
"Yes, mp child ; but that was a long time
"%Veil," said Richard, "God cam send us
some ravens with bread now. going to
open the door,-or they can't get iu ;" and
jumping up he ran to the door and threw it
open, ao that the candle shone out into the
street.
A few minutes after the village magistrate
came . passing by, 'and casting a glance
through the open door, he was charmed by
the appearance of a pretty group within.—
He could not refrain from entering, and said
to M rs. Vanlue; "My good lady, how hap
pens it that your door is wide open at th's
hour in the evening."
"It is my little Richard that has opened
the door, so that the ravens, he says, may
come in and bring us some bread."
Now the magistrate was actually dressed
in black from bead to foot
"Ah, indeed," said he, laughing, "Rich
ard is 'right. His raven has come, and a. big
ooe, too. Come,,Riehard, _Frill show you
where the bread is."
[le took the little boy with him, to the
grocer's, filled a basket with provisiouS, and
sent him home with it., Riehard,•you may
be sure, hurried home as fast as he could.
When they had finished their meal, Rich
ard again went to the door, took off his cap,
and looking up into the sky, said, "Thank
you, my dear Father in Heaven;" after
which he came in and closed the door.
In a recent article on "The Future of Sla- '
very," the Pittsburg Post says :
We feel satisfied that the future peace of
this now distracted and bleeding country re
quires the total extinction of Slavery among
us. We do not allude to its eradication this
year or next; or whether it shall disappear
in this generation of in the next; our idea
is 'lit ,at some fixed peri - o - d,
is necessary for the future peace of the Re
public. it must be removed from the area
of politics, or pretending philanthroi3hists
and scheaming demagogues will use it, not
for the knefit of_the_slav_e,_b_ut_for_their_own.
aggrandizement. Could the effects of the
commotion occasioned by the incessant agi•
tation alluded to, be confined to those whO
riot in it, we could afford to let the •teru,
pest rage. Unfortunately, however, this is
not the ease. We all suffer alike. But there
is a rainbow of prornise.shining through the
gloom. One of the results of the present re ,
bellion will be the weakening, or perhaps
destruction of one of its causes, Slavery in
the South. With that will follow the death
of abolition among ourselves. Then after
the terrible experience of the present times,'
our country will be re-created, and increased
civilization, on its luminous wings, will
spread its blessings upon a regenerated' Re
public, destined to be the greatest nation up
on which the sun has yet shone.
IA shcool-boy down East, who was, noted
atriong his playfellows for his . frolics with
the girls, was reading aloud in the Old Tes.
tament, when cowing to the phrase 4 inaking
waste places glad; he was asked what it
meant. The youngster paused scratched his
head—but gave no answer, when up jumped
a more precocious urchin and cried out, "I
know What it means, master. It means !mg.:
ging the gals; for' om Ross is nllers hug.
'' oin"em around the NV aistr, and it makes 'em
glad as can be."
A person complained to Dr. Franklin of
hav;ng been insulted by one who called hint
a scoundrel. "Alt," replied the
what did you call him?" "Why," said he,
"I called him a scoundrel; too." "Wi:ll,"
resumed Franklin; "I. piosume you are Loth
gentlemen of yemzity, and as the ace.innt
seems balanced between you, each shoal I re
gard it as a receipt in full."
Saved;
The Open Door
91.00 Perl'irera.r..,
H tr'M 0 R I,T
are woolen hwe like a eattle•grow•
er's sheds ? lieeause they serve to protect
the. colv,ps from k..2.ip0:4 are.
Lord Nubury riding' in the coach of his
friend Purnell, ellanend t'..) pass a gallows
"Where would you be Purnell, if every
an-1184-11-is-ttue: 2 2----
"Alone in iny n'arringe," me, the reply.
Of devil horn,
To treason wed,
A titiog of •cure,
Thou Copperhead 1..
A "Taver»-Icceper in Lancashire has in
scribed over his door, instead 0 . the usual
pictorial notification. •t.lly sign's in the,
cellar." .11. min who lives opposite says that
folks who go into that eolith- almost always
Lai/quilt the signs tFercol
Tar Thumb retires upon a (palter will
ion, It is sometimes easier to, make a ibr
I tune by littleness than by greatness.
A grave subject fur a debating club—lt a
man had a grizzly bear by the tail Atiuld
be policy to hold fast or let go?` The stal)il
ity of the Union deponiis upon the i;:site
"I was," said a reverend gentleman, at
tending divine ,service in Norfolk, several
years ago, 'during a season of excitement.—
While the officiating clergyman was in the
midst of a most interesting dicussion, an old
lady among the congregation arope and clap
ped her hands.and' exclaimed :
"Merciful Father, if I had one more feath
er in my wing of faith I would fly to glory."!
The worthy gentleman thus intetrupted im
mediately replied.
"Good Lord, stick it in and let her go :
she's 1).0, a trouble here." That quieted the
old lady.
John 'Wesley, the f . o - u - n e cler of Methodism,
when one day riding through the country,
was Balated by a fellow who was lying in a
"Halloo, Father Wesley, Du gla'd to see
you. How do you do?"
• "I don't know yuu," said 2clr. W., mining
up his horse. "Who are your
"Don't know me ! Why, sir, you are the
very man who Converted me?"
"I reckon I ani,"said Mr. Wesley ; put
ting spurs to his horse, "at least one thing
is oviduct—the Lord had" nothing to do a
bout it."
A justice - of tlre peace, in Ohio, has adopt
ed a novel mode of putting the test to all
persons who are being brought before him
under charge of having taken too much stim
ulus: lie has procured a long mu row plank,
which is elevated from the ground by means
of a brick at each end. This the accused is
wade to walk—or rather to attempt to walk:
if he succeeds, he is at once discharged, and
the constable saddled with costs; but if he
falls off, it is taken as prima facie evidence
against him, and the sentence of the law is
forthwith pronounced.
A JOKE FOR TUB lthotr.s.—The editor of
a paper in Providence, lately informed his
readers that the ladies al*ttys pulled off the
left stocking last. This, as 'may• be suppos
ed created some stir among his fair readers,
and while in positive terms they denied the
statement,.they at the same time declared
that he had no busicers to know it, even if
such was the fact, and pronounced him no
gentleman. Ile proves it, however - by a
short argument. "Who» 'one stocking is
pulled off and another lett, on, pulling off
this is taking the left stocking off last,"
G4IINING STILENGTIL-A studeritin one of
our State colleges was charged by the Fac
ulty with having had a barrel of ale depos
ited in his room, contrary, of course, to rule
and usage. lie received a summons to 'ap
pear before the President, who said
"Sir, am informed flair you-bare-a-bar
rel of ale in you room."
•"Yes, sir."
_ "Well, what explanation can you make ?"
"Why, the fact is, sir, my physician adVi
sod me tostry a little ale each day as a tonic,
and - not wishing to stop at various pla
ces where the beverage is retailed, I conch/
ded to have a barrel taken to 'my room."
"Indeed! have you derived any benefit
from it ?". •
"Ah ! yes sir. When the barrel was first
taken to my room, two weeks since I could
scarcely lift it. Now f can carry it with.the
greatest ease!!
To lIA - vE A Goon MEMORY.—Thero re
mains a rule which is perhaps the' most 'im
portant of all, and that is embodied in the
old prayer for "a sound mind in a sound
body." In .vain shall we look for vigorous
umniories if our bodily systems are deranged;
in vain expect to draw a shining blade from
a damp and rusty scabbard. Early rising is
as great assistant to good powers of recollec
tiodas can possibly be imagined. Temper
ance, strict tomporanee, both in eating and
drinking, are positive necessities, if we would
have our memories in good working order;
and the excessive use of tobacco is, I feel
sure, decidedly prejudicial.
The memory, like much other'mental ma
chinery, depends more on the stomach -- than
we are generally willing -to allow. From
dyspepsia proceed what we vulgarly term
"thick headedness," indistinctness, unwilling
ness to work, and inability to do so, ev •
were we willing: • Those, who wo ave
their memories powerful and active, must be
"temperate in all -things," and rise with the
larks, those "yfouglimen's. clocks." as our
great Shakespeare terins Omit. So far for
natural- aid to memory.
C.LIANcE.—.IKhat can. be wore foolish than
to think that all , this. rare fabric, of ;beaker*
and Carib 'eciutri, come by chance; when all
the skill of art ia.uot able to wake au oygter.
HIMMI