The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, June 05, 1877, Image 1
VOL. XI. THE TIMES. An independent Family Newspaper, 18 FUBUSBSD BVBRT TUESDAT BT F. MORTIMER & CO. 0 Subscription Prloe. Within the County $1 28 Six months 75 Out ef the County, Including postage, 150 " " " six months 85 Invariably In Advance I W Advertising rates furnished upon appli cation. MOSAIC POETRY. The following poetry Is comprised of one line from each author, and reads as smoothly as though all written by one person i I only know she came and went Lowell. Like troutlets In a pool ; Uood. Bhe was a phantom of delight, Wordsworth. And I was like a fool. Eastman. " One kiss, dear maid," I said, and sighed, Coleridge. "Ont of those lips unshorn," Longfellow. 8 he shook her ringlets round her head, Stoddard. And laughed In merry scorn. Tennyson. Ring ont, wild bells, to the wild sky ! Tennyson. Ton hear them, oh I my heart 1 Alice Cary. 'lis twelve at night by the castle clock, Coleridge. Beloved, we must part ! Alice Cary. " Come back 1 come back 1" he cried, In grief, Campbell. " My eyes are dim with tears Bayard Taylor, now shall I live through all the days, Mrs. Osgood. All through a hundred years ?" T. 8. Perry. 'Twas in the prime of summer-time, Hood. She blest me with her band Hoyt. We strayed together, deeply blest, Mrs. Edwards. Into the Dreamlng-land. Cornwall. The laughing bridal roses blow, Patmore. To dress her dark-brown hair ) Bayard Taylor. .No maid may with her compare, Brallsford. Most Beautiful, most rare I Uead. . I clasped It on her sweet, cold hand, Browning. The precious golden link Smith. I calmed her fears, and she waB calm, Coleridge. " Drink, pretty creature, drink I" Wordsworth. And so I won my Genevieve, Coleridge. And walked in Paradise j Hcrvey. The fairest thing that ever grew, Wordsworth. Between me and the skies. NELL'S LEAP-YEAR PARTY. A TEMPERANCE STORY. WE WILL STATE, at the begin, ning of the story, that thia is not a love story, so those who have norelk-h for any other need not waste their time in reading this. " Dear Fan : Come over thia eve ning ; I have a nice plan to unfold. Ask Grace to come with you. In haute. - Nel.Ii." This was the note that Nellie Baldwin sent to her intimate friend, Fannie Brown. Grace was Fannie's sister. " I wonder what new plan Nell hus afoot now," was Fan's comment as she read the note aloud to her sister. " There is no use in trying to guess Nell is so odd," replied Grace from be hind the last magazine. .We will not keep our readers in suspense any longer than is necessary, and so will pass over the time interven ing between this and evening. " Well," said Fan, as the three seated themselves in Nell's cosy little room, " we are prepared for any astonishing communication you have to make." " Be patient then, for I have some thing to say before I come to my plan. 'We are Till attention," was the reply. " There is a matter that has been upon my mind for some time. Since Cousin Ned has been with us I have thought of it more than ever. He has become In timate with Harry Greehleaf and his associates. Now these young men are naturally the best hearted fellows in the world, and they have noble talents, but they do not realize to what the path on which they are walking leads. They have their wine suppers frequently, and I think that it is a shame to see such noble natures ruined, as they surely will be, unless they turn about, and we girls ISTEAV BLOOMFIELD, !P.A., TUESDAY, JXHST1I1 5, 1877. have got to save them. I overheard 'a plan of theirs for next Thursday night. They are to hire a team, drive to N , have a wine supper, play billiards, and get home about morning. Ned will be intoxicated, and will not get to the office till past noon ; papa will be very angry and perhaps discharge him at once. I knew you girls would be Interested in iny plan, for your brother Will is of the number. Now, this is my plan. Let's get a dozen girls to join us and have a leap year party on that night." " A leap year party !" exclaimed both the girls at once. And then Grace said, " Why a leap year party ? Why would not an ordinary party answer the same purpose?" " Why, you see, if we should issue invitations as to an ordinary party, they might prefer their own plan of spending the evening. If each young lady sends one of these gentlemen au invitation he will have too much gallan try to refuse. Then when we have them once enlisted in our service, we will Invite them to sign a temperance pledge, which I shall have in -readiness. I do not think they will refuse us this, and the pledge once signed they will have too much honor to break it." "Capital! Splendid 1" exclaimed the girls. " Next Thursday, did you say ?" " Yes, next Thursday, and here at my house. I got mamma's consent this morning, and you to help me make out a list of girls to aid us in our scheme," said Nell, as she produced from her pocket a pencil and paper. " I have here the names of the young men. First Harry Greenleaf, Cousin Ned, your brother Will " " Three," said Fan, keeping count with her fingers. " George and Arthur Gordon, Ernest Grant, Fred llobbins, Itobert Stock bridge, Charlie " Howe, and Herbert Harding, ten. Now," snkl she putting away the paper and supplying herself with a fresh sheet, " help me think of the girls." " Here are three, to start with," snid Grace. " The Brigham girls," suggested Fan. " And May Boss," added Nell. V We have more than half our number al ready." "BellDoane and Jennie Weston," said Fan, "and we might ask Laura White arid her cousin Dora." " I am glad you thought of them," said Nell, at the same time writing rap idly. And so these girls planned till lute in the evening. When they separated for the night, it was arranged that the other young ladies should be consulted the next day, ond each " choose their man." The plan was received with great favor by these young ladies, who did not enter into it with any less enthusiasm because of the plan, or on account of the fun they hoped to get out of It. And so be fore theevenlng of the party arrived each young lady had sent one of these young men an invitation to this leap year party. At length the evening arrived, nnd I am afraid that had it not been for the good motive underlying their strange projects, the girls would not have had the courage to defy the opinion of Mrs. Grundo ; and hence it might have been given up. But Nell had Infused a good share of her enthusiasm into the others, and they were determined to do every thing in their powerto stop their way ward brothers in their downward cereer, even at the risk of having their motives misjudged by the " old fogies." The early part of the evening was spent in playing games and in soclul song, till at length supper was announc ed. They then passed to the dining room where a well spread table await ed them. If the young men missed their choice wines, the deficiency was more than met by the abundance of good things before them, and by the delicate attention of their fuir friends. After do ing ample Justice to the temptliigviands set before them, and before they rose from the table, Nell rose to her feet, and in a serious tone said : " Ladies and gentlemen, I am about to ask you to do me a favor. I have in my hand a paper which I will read and to which I shall ask all present to affix their names. " We, the undersigned, do ' hereby pledge ourselves to abstuln from the use of all intoxicating drinks, , from thia time forward. We also pledge ourselves to do all in our power to induce others to make nnd keep this pledge to which we now, in the presence of God and of each other affix our names." Before she had finished reading there were tears in her voice, if not in hfr eyes, and before she offered the pledge to any one she wrote her own name at the head of the list. As for the young men, they at first looked at each other in a helpless sort of a way, but as the pledge was circulated among them, they all, moved by one Impulse, looked to their leader, Harry Greenleaf, and what was their surprise to see him take the pledge and read it carefully as if to take in its full meaning, and then in a clear, bold hand write bis name, after which he turned to the company and said in a manly tone: " I have been your leader in lees noble things will you follow my example still V" . ' Before they left the table Nell's pledge had received twenty names. " Why not call ourselves ft temperance society ?" asked Earnest Grant, "have regular meetings, and each member en deavor to bring In new recruits." This suggestion was met with favor by all present, and before they separated for the night, arrangements had been made for a meeting to be held at nn early date. We will not linger longer here, hut will pass over a period of nine yenrs,and look again at some of our friends. Earnest Grant, who It will be remem bered, suggested the organization of the temperance society, has since then given his time and talents to the cause of tem perance. Harry Greenleaf has for four years been a minister of the gospel and Ned Baldwin Is now a partner in his uncle's business. " We will not follow each one into the business of life, but will only say that of the ten young men who nine years ngo signed . Nellie Baldwin's temperance pledge three are ministers of the gospel, and all are upright Christian men, occu pying positions of trust in the communi ty in which they reside. Were it not for the fact that we prom ised in the beginning of our story that it was not to be a love story, we would whisper a little secret concerning the Rev. Henry Gceenleaf and Miss Nellie Baldwin. What is a story after all with no love in it ? An Angel, but no Melody In Her. HE was a country-looking chap with an odd mixture of sorrow and res ignation on his leau countenance, and ho dropped upon the startled advertis ing clerk of the Buugtown Patriot with the mysterious whisper of: " She's gone." " Who's gone?" asked the clerk. "Maria." " Who in thunder's Maria ?'' " My wife ; she's gone." " Gone where ?" "Up above died last night want you to put it in your next issue." "What ailed her V" " Lockjaw ; she lay for three weeks and couldn't speak. Never had such a quiet time in the house before. Just do the notice up fine, will you, an' I'll see that everything's fixed up all right." Accordingly, tire clerk scribbled away for a moment, handed out what he hud written for inspection, and curtly re marked : " Dollar thirty-five." The bereaved husband read it over carefully, and finally, gave a sigh of satisfaction. ," That's all right," said he, handing over the required specie, " but I Vpose you could put a verse on the end couldn't youV" , " Well, yes," ruminated the clerk, " I guess so what kind of a verso do you want?" " Somelhln' tender-like nn' sorrow ful." "How would this dor"" asked the clerk, scratching his head with the end of his penholder: " A perfect female, folks did consider her. She's gone and left a weepin' widower." " That's kinder melancholy," reflect ed the stranger, "but I reckon , it's a leetle jest a leetle too personal. Jest you try it again. 1 don't mind puttln' up hansum' for sumthln' that'll rake folk's heart-strings." . '' The clerk gazed at the celling for a moment and then suggested : " The husband's lost a wife, The children a ma, Died on Friday night, From the lock-jaw." ' Yes," broke out the mourner," wip ing his nose with a black-bordered hand kerchief, " but you see I don't own any young 'una." " What do you think of this, then ?" " She always was contented ; At life she'd never carp, Gone to be an angel, And play on a golden harp.' ' " Don't believe that'll suit. You see Mariar couldn't even play on a planner, an' I know a harp would stump her, sure. Poor woman ; she had a tender heart, though, and made the most ele gant biscuit you ever saw." " Hanged if I won't have to charge you extra," growled the clerk. " I ain't a Longfellow or Tennyson." " I know." meekly replied the 'weep in' widower," Jest try once more, won't you?" So the clerk did try, and at last ground out the following: " On earth could not stay Marier, Bo she died and went up higher." " Sorter irreverent 'arn't it? "anxious ly asked Maria's relict. " I reckon I wouldn't grudge a couple of dollars for a bang-up verse." Thus stimulated, the machine poet became suddenly inspired, and exultlng ly produced : "Cry for Maria I Alas! she Is no more Joined the singing seraphs Upon the other shore." The nfllicted one uneasily took a chew of tobacco, and whispered : " Beautiful ; but there's one thing that spiles it, Marier hadn't any more melody in her than an old plow, an' it's delibrit lyln' to speak of her as a voca list. None of them other syrups (seraphs) you alluded to could keep time with her. " Well," thoughtfully remarked the discomfited clerk, "if this ain't allO. K. you'll have to hire a special poet; I'm all played out: ' Affliction sore Long time she bnre, Physicians were In vain ! Lock jaw ketched her, Penth It fetched her, Gone to rise again." " Tell you what," enthusiastically ex claimed the widower, " that's tip-top J Here's your two dollars ; you've airnt them. A young man that kin make up slch affectin' verses as them has got a glorious future before him !" And squeezing the exhausted poet's hand the elated speaker left in search of a pair of black kid gloves. A Lesson for Boys. A BOY went and lived with a man who was counted a hard master. He never kept his boys. They ran away,or gave him notice they meant to quit ; so he was half his time without or in search of a boy. The work was not very hard opening and sweeping out the shop, chopping wood, running errands, and helping around. At last Sam Fisher went to live with him. " Sam's a good boy," said his mother. "I should like to see a boy now-a-days that has a spark of goodness in him," growled the new master. It is always bad to begin with a man who has no confidence in you, because, do your best, you are likely to have little credit for it. However, Sam thought he would try ; the wages were good, and his mother wanted him to go. Sam had been with Mr. Jones but three days before, in sawing a cross grained stick of wood, he broke the saw. He was a little frightened. He knew he was careful, and he knew he was a pretty good sawyer too, for a boy of his age ; nevertheless the saw broke in his hands. " And Mr. Jones will thrash you for it," said another boy who was in the woodshed with him. . ' . " Why, of course, I didn't mean it,and accidents will happen to the best of folks," said Sam,, looking with a very sorrowful air at the broken saw. i "Mr. Jones never makes allowances," said the other boy ; " I never saw any. thing like him. That Bill might have stayed, only he jumped into a hen's nest and broke her eggs. He dared not tell of It; but Mr. Jones kept suspecting and suspecting, and laid everything out of the way to Bill,,whetherhewas to blame ( NO., 23 or not, till Bill couldn't Btand it, and wouldn't." "Did he tell Mr. Jones about the eggs ?" asked Sam., ' "No," said the other boy; "he was afraid; Mr. Jones has got such a tern per.' "I think he'd better owned up at once," said Sam. ' ' "I suspect you'll find it better to preach than to practice," said the boy. " I would run away before I'd tell him." And he turned on his heel and left poor Sam alone with his broken saw. The poor boy did not feel very com fortable or happy. He shut up the wood house, walked out into the garden, and then went up into his little chamber un der the eaves. He wished he could tell Mrs. Jones ; but she wasn't soc!able,and he had rather not. " O my God," said Sam, falling on his knees, " help me to do the thing that's right." I do not know what time it was, but when Mr. Jones came into the house the boy heard him. He got up, crept down stairs, and met Mr. Jones In the kitchen. " Sir," said Sam, " I broke your saw, and I thought I'd come and tell you 'fore you saw it in the morning." " What did you get up to tell me for?" asked Mr. Jones ; " I should ' think morning would be time enough to tell of your carelessness." " Because," said Sam," I wasafraid if I put it off I might be tempted to lie about it. I'm sorry I broke it, but I tried to be careful." - Mr. Jones looked at the boy from head to foot, then stretched out his1 hand. " There, Sam," he said heartily, "give me your hand. Shake hands. That's right. Go to bed, boy. Never fear. I'm glad the saw broke : it shows the mettle's in you. Go to bed." ; Mr. Jones was fairly won.' Never were better friends after that than Sam and he. Sam thinks justice has not been done Mr. Jones. If the boys had treated him honestly and "above board" he would have been a good man to live with. It was their conduct that soured and made him suspicious. I do not know how that is. I only know that Sam Fisher finds in Mr. Jones a kind master and a faithful friend. To a Young Girl. You think you love the man who is coming this Saturday night to visit you. And he acts as if he loves you. Suppose he 1 declares himself,' and asks you to be his wife ? Are you prepared to say to him. " I love and trust you through life with the happiness, and the lives and weal of our children ?" He is jolly, gay and harrdsome, and the darts of Cupid are twinkling and sparkling in his eyes; but will those eyes always find expression from the love of a true soul ? To-night he says many pleasant things and draws pretty pictures for the future. Does he go to-morrow to work which gives promise to the fulfillment of your desires of lifo ? r Do his ambitions and achievements satisfy you ? . Does his every-day life shine with the noble endeavors of a trustworthy man ? If you think and desire a companion in your thinking one who can unlock the deepest depths of yourmind,to what strata of humanity does he belong in the scale of excellence and mortality ? Is he doing all he can to build up for the future usefulness and happiness In which you can share and feel blessed ? These are questions which the experience of after years make many women ween in bit terness that they were not thought of before they answered " Yes."i - A Short Courtship. The Kingston, (N. Y.,) Courier gives the following account of a speedy mar riage in Chichesterville: "The bride groom was A. BorthwU k, nnd was fifty live years old, while tho bride, Miss S. Vnn Valkeuburgh, is fifty-six years of ago. Mr. Borth wick came from Schoha i rie county on the iloth of April, and was I introduced to Miss Van Vulkeuburg by the pastor at the church that evening. Mr. Borthwlek at once made known his ertand, saying he came from Schoharie by referenca from his pastor, 'and now I have seen you,' he said, ' I am, satisfied you will make me a suitable companion. Will you marry me to-morrow morn ing?" 'Isn't that most too soon?' 'Now or never,' said the wooer. Tho couple were married the next morning and started for their new home io Schoharie."