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Effalt ,ffor. eau 'he hearth is swept—the tire is bright,_ The kettle singe for tea ; ne cloth is spread—the lamp is bright, rhe white cakes smoke in napkins white, And now I wait for thee. Come, come, love, home, thy task is done ; The dock ticks listeningly, The blinds are shut—the curtoins down, The warm chair to the fireside drawn, The boy is on my knee. Como home, love home, hie deep, food oye Looks around him wistfully, And whoa the whispering winds go by, As if thy welcome step was nigh, Ile crows exultingly. In vain—he finds the welcome vain, And tarns his glance on mine, So earnestly, that yet again llis form into my heart I strain, That glance is so liko thine. Thy task is done we miss thee here, Whore'er thy footsteps' roam, No heart will spread such kindly cheer, No heating heart, no listening ear, Like those who wait thee home. Ab, now along the crisp walk fast That well known step cloth come, The bolt is drawn, the gate is past, The babe is wild with joy at last, A thousand welcomes home. FORCED UNANIMITY IN JURY TRIALS One of the reasons given out by the ad vocates of military trials'in place of the ordinary proceedings by the law courts is, that juries as at present constituted are unreliable. Not, indeed, that the citizens who compose these juries are untrustworthy in the mass, but because ourjnryeystem requires unanimous agree ment by the jury. It is said that a tingle man who is obstinate, wrong-head corrupt or disloyal, may bring about the escape of an undoubted traitor, murder er or other felon, if he stands out against the other eleven. Apdrt from jts aplic ability to the preilent times, this objec tion it worthy of consideration as affect lag the whole administration of justice. It is questionable whether this unani• Inoue verdict, which is attributable , to the jealous care of the English Consti tution over the rights of the subjects, does not too often liberate the criminal. or do wrong to the suitor, at the expense of society. In some of the States three fourths of the jury—that is nine out of the twelve—are competent to find a verdict, and so it should be everywhere. • Ibn M. P., who owned extensive estates, and possessed considerable per sonal celebrity, was spending a few days at the residence of a noble family. There were several interesting and ac complished young ladies in the family, to whom the honorable member, ae in duty bound, showed every atteition. Just as he was about to take• leave, the nobleman's wife proceeded to 'consult him in a matter which, she alleged, was caning her no little distress. "It is re_ ported," said the Countess, "that you are to marry my daughter L.—; and what shall we do Y what shall we say about it 2" "Oh," quietly responded the considerate M. P., "just Bay she re filled me I" The Claremont (N. H.) Advo cate says a lady in Unity, notion' since became the mother of a fine daughter. few days after, a copperhead neigh ,4 in, said to the mother, I Wl, I suppose you will call it Abe T ' in e° l s: 'No' she replied, sorry Cas't, Like your friend Jeff. it will wear petticoats 1.1 Copperhead vamous- d: I'2 1 - .111 ,A tuft 4:1T.-, V gbt Xmmortai Read at the Commencement of the Stale Normal School, Millersville, Pa., Judy, 1865. BY MISS MARY L. DUNN, liaverford, Delaware County, Pa. Oh 1 why is there written upon every thing we love and cherish,—passing away !" God in his infinite wisdom and goodness, has created a beautiful world, designed for man, and how well it is adapted to his every want. Yes, our earth is a sphere of beauty, a world of loveliness, and but for the wickedness of maq would be a paradise. Wherever we look we see God mirror_ ed from all his works, at all times and in all places; we see Him in the open. iug buds of spring ; in the waving grain of the harvest fields of summer r in the decay that comes with the "melancholy days of autumn "; and in dreary winter clad in icicles, himear locks bound with snow flakes. Nature has adorned her walls with pictures from her- - Own skillful hands more beautiful than the minds of our greatest artists ever conceived and whose hands could never attempt to trace lines so perfect. Yet all this beauty, the combined work., of God and man for ages, is subject to change, will pass away. That which now appears to us so perfect, will in a few years be a de caying mass. What is immortal? We see a lovely Hower, ,its tender petals loaded with dewdrops sparkling as so many precious diamonds as the first rays of the morn-. ing sun fall gently upon it, and we call it beautiful. .Behold the same again, but the scorching rays of the noonday sun have blighted, withered it ; let night draw her sable curtain gently around it for it is gone. It has fulfilled its mis sion and has passed away. With what emotions of pleasure we gaze upon the beautiful bow which spans the heavens, remembering that it is God's "covenant of promise" given to his people,—bis seal stamped on the clouds ; but while we are thus gazing it vanishes and where was once to be seen one of nature's grandest pictures, is now a blank, showing us the fickleness of beauty that it Is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; A. flower that dies when first it begins to bud, A brittle glass that's broken presently, A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flow er, "Lost faded, broken, dead, within an hour. Approach the couch of the afflicted ; note the sunken eye, the pallid brow and the laboring breath. Can you think that but a few short weeks have" passed since the smile upon that face' and the light in that eye Were the brightest. Not long ago health beat in every pulsation ; but the blighting hand of disease fell upon that young life and now there need be but one more strug 7 gle and again we shall hear the solemn words, "Dust to dust." Enter the city of the dead, and look for a moment at the monuments which yonr own hands have raised. Here is the tomb of one whose name is enshrin ed in the great heart of a nation ; whose noble deeds are recorded on the' pages of history. Multitudes hung upon his word as if spell bound and seemed to think that so mighty an intellect was imperishable ; but he too passed away making room for others to fill his place. A little farther on is the last resting place of the father whose wise counsels have proved a great blessing to you. At his side lies the mother whose lov ing smile and holy influence teem to be ever with, you. Here too is the baby sister, whose pure soul passed to its maker, ere it had been tainted with sin. You look at these graves, and'think how many others, known in the days of yore, are under the sod, and learn that to this end all must come,—that the, graceful forms and smiling faces of those we love, are not immortal. All is. Uncertain. After these reflections we are led to direct our aspirations fowards the unfad ing beauties and glories of another world' —to the immortal. In the present age of progress and civilization it is the desire of all to gain eminence, Men. constantly trying to rise above their associates ; ambitious to do some great-action, that they may gain the applause of the world ; and how very early this feeling is: awakened in the soul I note the little child, as he sits upon his father's knee. How his countenance brightens, as he receives a loving caress or smile of approval I • It is truly a gift of God. • Various are the paths that lead to re nown. Some struggling through - life'to 4uttgenvtitt Vcratqlfnufia *mai fax tt burnt airtle. MARIETTA, SATURDAY MORNLNG, AUGUST 12, 1865. gain political power, determine to ob tain a world wide fame regardless of all principle thinking that in ail cases the end, justifies the means. Some aim to effect the advancement of Literature, and their efforts are crowned with suc cess, their names are written on the scroll of fame and their . memories clus tered thick with flowers. But why is this ? Fame, honor, and all earthly glory are perishable ; "The clond-capt tovers, the gorgeous palaces; The solemn temples, the great globe it ' self, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And like an insubstantial ptigeant faded Leave not a rack behind." What is immortal ? God has given us a spirit, destined to live with him through the ages of eternity, or to be banished from his presence forever. This life is but probationary ; given to us to fit ourselves for those mansions "eternal in the heavens," at whose door we stand, waiting for the summons, to join the caravan that moves to the pale realms of shade ;—into the awful pres ence of our God to receive our just re wa'rd, We are to-day in the enjoyment of good health, with glowing hopes for the future with many plans:of enterprise for after years. We may have happy homes and kind friends; but there may come to us to-morrow, some - great calamity, which may destroy health, blast bright hopes and desolate the loved home. Past ages have ever shown the truth of the words, "in this world all is vanity." Countless generations of men have pass ed to the grave, and we too will soon give place to others. How important that we rightly im prove the opportunities afforded us, to do the will of our Heavenly Father, that when done with this earth, we may be prepared to enter upon a new life. Then will God open his book of remem brance where will be written, not only the thoughts and actions of the wicked, but the good deeds of the Christian, his kind words to a suffering brother ; there between those precious lea - ves, shall glisten, the tear "dropped for another's woe." These will remain forever. What is immortal? Naught save God, his re cords and the soul of man ;L---yes, "The soul of origin divine God's glorious image freed from clay In Heaven's eternal sphere, shall shine A. star of-day. The sun is but a spark of tire A transiekt meteor in the sky, The soul immortal as its sire Shall never die." A COMMON COMPLAINT.-011 a through night-train, between Washington and New York, just before election, a little incident occurred, which is perhaps worthy of perpetuation. A young man, part sailor and part civilian, blended with a certain dash of the , soldier, .ap peared and took a seat in'the vicinity of a whiskey-loving Hibernian, who had been inflicting upon his fellow-passen gers his own exceeding superiority with regard to politics, etc. Everybody-had grown tired hearing him declare they were all a set of "spal peens," whom an Irishman must come "across the say to twat ;" and several had mildly requested him to "dry up I" But he, was pretty quick, and succeeded, by use of his ludicrous phraseology, in coming oat ahead of them all, and get ting the laugh on his side. Finally, this civilian,soldier, sailor, or what not—one of those quick-eyed, in telligent, but still fellows, with long faces, and a reserved but respectful dig nity, which one occasionally meets in the world, left his seat—just in front and nearly opposite the voluble Irish man—and walked quietly to the door. The Irishman sang out to him— "lSay, Surgeon, duz you blave there's anything more'n ginerol the matter uv me ?" The "surgeon" stoppedjurned quick ly round, and looked Irishy in 1:he• withhisiow'n bright OptiOs, for nearly half a minute, when he replied, and passed on— `Yes; you are troubled with chronic blarney 1" Molly was "wound up" completely, while all in the car came down with an immense "gpffah I" W A. dandy, remarking one summer day that the weather was so excessively. hot that when be: put his bead into a basin of water it_fairly boiled, received for a " reply,—Tn,sir, lon hive a he . Cave's head soup at very littlevpeuse." i fir` Mon oe, Michigan, iaettid to have eighty,-two marrigeable girie; - and -only three single men. The Wrong Man in the Wrong Place Are people to blame me for what is unavoidable.? That is a question I should be happy to have solved to my own satisfaction and the, satisfaction of others. Once.l had no doubt on- the , subject ;, but, now, judging from what has happened to me, my opinion is some what shaken. ' It was entirely foreign froiinV inten gen to create a sensation, or enact a de ception, when I packed my - carpet bag, last week and donned my best to visit my. Aunt Nabby, Beckly. Aunt Nabby resides in the northeast corner of Maine, in a town which I shall denominate as Pineville. • I hope the reader will excuse me for alluding to my personal appearance. I have a military air, and perhaps my dress may be a little more martial than exactly benefith a non resident:- But the ladies assure me that blue is becom ing to my complexion, and who will gain say the ladies. I haye been strongly advised to enlist, Intl am totally unfit for service. The and lof gunpowder makes me faint, and I never Bred a gun off but once in my life, and then I Was confined to 'my bed for a, fortnight. Not exactly from the effects 'of the fright, but because the confounded fire:arm -resented my awk ward handling, and kicked me so severe ly that, my, eye .was in mourning' for monthi, and my nose was knocked out of the perpendicular into the slantindic ular. I arrived in Pineville rather late .on Friday night, and as it was ten miles further on to my aunt .. atitoy's rustic cottage—tot:is have some extent of ter ritory in Maine—l put up at the Wash ington House—a one horse affair in the struggling village of Pineville. I registered my name—P. Sheridan— on the hotel hook. My .Christian name isPhilometheus, but owing to the oddi ty of the title and the ominous • length I rarely write it in full. I got some supper, and retired imme diately to my ?pow. I had just fallen asleep ; and was dreaming serenely ,of kissing Matty Baker, toy sweetheart, for the•tirne, when I was aroused bye great commotion in the street beneath my window. Cries of 'We must see him Trot him but V— l Three cheers for gallant Phil!' rent the air. I concluded some great character had arrived in town, and in my Alnxlety to behold the curiosity with the rest, I rot , got.my yellow flannel night cap and my spare toilet, and sprang out of bed, threw up my window and. leaned out. Just as I bad . got my eye fixed on the swaying crow,d. s below, there was a rap at my door. "Come in I" cried I, fearing to answer personally the summons, lest I should lulus tay'chance of seeing the celebrity. The landlord and landlady came in, but the landlady retreated instantly and remained giggling outiide the door. 'My dear sir,' said the landlord, you mast go down 1 they won't go off till they see lon I' . 'They ? who are they V said I 'The people around -here,', -mid he. 'lt hain't often such .an extinguished character comes here, and ,taint no use to try to put 'em off,' 'l'm obliged to them—much obliged to them,' said but "Taint rio use,' said he 'doggedly, 'you must come down, or the *ashing ton" House will go 'down. They're• sure to do it,''' — 'oh, well; said I, ''in that case I will go down surely; and I began to dresi. In-a huiryi.knocked over the candle. and was , obliged to complete my adorn ment in the dark. I got into my panta loons with the hind put. in, front, but there was no time to remedy.the error, as the vociferous calls of the landlord for me to hurty assured me.. I fled down the stairs two at a time— Stepped on my suspenders when half way down, and was precipitated to tlie next flobr, where' I was brought up in the arms of a plump Chambermaid, who was evidently waiting 'on Purpose to catch me. ' Before I could resist, she had planted a sounding smack on my -blond mond tache; andcried delightedly to her com panions : "There ! kissed 'him first ! " mentally rejoiced that Mattie Baker was ,not there; and xesolved that ,she should never ,knows anything about it. ,Natty, is red haired and ,folks , do pre tend to say that shehis timper. I freed mySelf from. my saluting fe ukele and,advapee.i 114,the My aripearance 44iefe'dwith, yells d shouts, and cheers, perfectly deaf ening. Men, women, and children, to the numbei• of 'Myers! score, were cop gregated in front of the hotel, waving their hate and bandkerCliefa, and bur raing. - !There he comes,; that's him ! three times three for the conquering Sheri . 'Pm obliged to you gentlemen and ladies; greatly obliged to you,' said I, modestly making my best bow. 'He comes l' cried the crowd, sway ing frantically abodt and swinging their handkerchiefs more lustily. And I, not wishing to_be behind hand in the enthu siasm, pulled out my handkerchief and swung it, crying out at the top of my ; ; ; 'Yes l . he comes I he comes l'hurrah I' 'What a martial air, exclaimed , an an cient female, surveying me through her glasses. Ho resembles the Duke of Wellington.' "I wonder if hels married;" said a;red cheeked girl in a cloud of yellow curls, and pink ringlets. • ' "No, my darling," said I, "but I want to be." 'Such a nocturnal' said the ancient lady. "Army blue; and such an origin alcut to the pants." "Lord massy !" exclaimedxl an old lady in a poke bonnet, fixing her eyes on my suspenders as they hung down in front, "do see his shoulder straps,. heern our David tell a sight about them things." "Yes, but 'they' look an ainazin' lot like our Jerry's, gallases P whispered another old , lady to whom :the remark was addressed. "Sir," said a sallow faced gentlemen advancing tom) , side. '1 wish_ to men tion to you sornething.l have heard of you. I deem it my duty, as, pastor of the Pineville meeting house,- to rebuke sin, always. I have heard it, remarked that you are ptofane among the soldiers,' 'I do not comprehend you,' said I. ',AI I then I'will be clearer. I hive heard that you were addicteil to the habit of using profane language, and I beg leave to present you with a tract on the sin of profanity,loping you will pe- ruse and profit by it.' 'Thank you,' said I ; 'you mean well undoubtedly, but . don't exaptly see the I , . 'What is your opinion of Sherman?' asked a brusque little dandy, swinging his cape, and removing his cigar, from his mouth long enough to propoand the question. 'Sherman's a trump 1' said I with en thusiasm. • 'Ab c me ?' said my tract distributing friend he plays , cards as welt as :swears.' What.* you think of the - negro race ?' asked a - dark complexioned man, ' I think they smell stronger than the deuce,' cried I, beginning.= to lose my patience. ' Merciful heaven 1' exclaimed the -sallow-faced man, ' he is pro-slavery 1' 'Sir,' said the landloid, who had been •• • in earnest conversation with half a doi.: en ladies for the last five minutes, ' these ere women folks won't be satisfied with out kissing on ye. They want to tave it said that they's° kissed Sherrydan I' I blushed to the roots.of my, hair. Law 1 how modest ha is I'•said one of;my feminine friends, '.Her's,as red as our turkey gobbler.' , The project ofbeing.kissed by' some of those pretty girls was decidedly Agree able. I felt delicious over 'it ; but those vinegar visaged old women---I &trunk from the ordeal. But I am'naturally• gallant rain and reflecting that - I could wash my face abundantly, I congented. 'Coma one, come mill' said I. They obeyed. They flung their arms around my neck, and surrounded me on every hand. I feltliko a pickeied sar dine. I smelt musk, onions, patchouly, snuff, jockey, club, hard cider, cologne, doughnuts, boiled mutten, cinnamon, mustard seed, caidamon buds, and every other odor under the.sun. Kissing is a "grand' invention, but there is some choice in it, I think. At`last they had - all kissed me but one and'she was. making preparations. I noticed her with - mighty trembling. She was ugly ns 4 — o f ,i're, and the Took C.7' ourP , - of dogged detertnination im her wizened face convinced me that I need hope ' nothing from her mercy. " I never could taste anything with my teeth in,r, she exclaimed irCan under tone, and instantly, out came a NJ set of teeth, and she rushed toward. me'' -, grew giddy with l the prospect, and trein bling I fled before her, like the Alefore a hnr icane i ; lad. no-thpezitt fox the flgtire pet.. U VOL. XII.-NO. 1. my only object was to get out of her reach. Through the entry, down a flight of back stairs, knocking over the hostler and the cook, who were giggling togeth er on the steps—through the yard, where I left the larger part of my coat tails in the possession of a covetous dog and over the fence into the open coun try. And all the time I could hear the steps of'my pursuer close behind me. ''You may run," cried she, "but I'll catch ye. It sha'n't be said all the wo men in Pineville Mind General Sheri dan bat me. I'll do it or die !" Good gracious ! so I bad been mista ken-for General Sheridan. 'lgo wonder the ; people, turned out en masse to wel come me. And still I hurried on. The snow was deep. I was nearly down, and I sank deeper and deeper at every step. My female friend gained on me, and just as I fell headlong into a concealed mud hole she, grasped me by the collars and before I could clean:user she had done the deed—she had kissed me. The land lord followed just behind, and I offered him ten dollars to get me to aunt Nab by's that night. He accepted the bribe, and just be fore daylight I sank at the feet of my respected relative. I lay abed for a week afterward, too much exhausted to. stir ; but I saw a copy of the . Pineville Eagle, and in it the!following paragraph : "URoss IMPOSITION !—A low lived wretch passing himself off as General Phil Sheridan, arrived in our village and put up at the Washington hotel on Fri day evening. There was quite a demon stfation among our citizens before the impostor was discovered. The bogus general lias gone to parts unknown. It supposed he was some drunken lune in, from his conduct." Judge my sensations. .., tip Ladies,. here is something very nice for . you : Fill a wide mouthed glass jar with water and cover it with a piece of "foundation" (the ladies wilt understand this,) cover that over with a layer of peas, pressing it down so that the ;peas will lie in the water, they will then swell and sprout, the roots grow ing down iato the water, their fine fi bres presenting a beautiful appearance. Set _this in .a window and vines will grow up, which can be conducted to any height. In 1654 a trial took place in Con necticut, under the section of the blue laws prohibiting kissing. The offenders weke• Sarah Tuttle and• Jacob Newton. It appears that Sarah dropped her gloves and Jacob found them. When Sarah asked for them, Jacob demanded a kiss for his pay, and as the demand did not seem extravagant, she adjusted it forthwith. The facts were clearly proved" and the parties were each fined twenty Forty years Israel wandered in the wilderness, before they entered upon the promised land, and forty years trans fers'every fortune in our land to new owners:• And if any man is grieved be• cause of the bigness of his income tax, lethim wipe hig eyes. Ten chances to one his children won't have any income to be taxed upon. eir Geo. Connor, of Henniker, New Hanipshire, ninety-two years old, hv , this year planted and taken care of a acre of corn in good shape, mows a pal I of the time, reads without glasses, used rib ardent spirits for forty year His wife, eighty-seven . years of. age, still living. They have been marric , l -seventy years. - lir A very considerate hotel-keeper. advertised 'his "Burton XXXX," coy . , cludee the*aavertisement. "N.l3:—:-Parties drinking more th,,n „ . four glasses of this potent beverage t. one sitting carefully sent home on a . 1%194-N479w, if-required." Oar Some one telling an Irishman U..: . a 'fellow had eaten ten saucers of h cream ; whereupon Pat shook his hecl,l 41 S:p . you don't believe itlt" With ano pat a nswered ; ' l l.belave in the cram, , ,but not in the simpers." , The , new mayer of Richroo ri .1 Sturdivant ) wad a major in the . ,rebel army. The election has been - Oared null and void by the military i-l -thorities-__ - 3110:Ali 91d maid, who was eitor Novi, to? eleaulinepe About liou, l opeeAerribhe4 her eittinghroom til she 'fell through into the collat.
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