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From the Louisville Journal.
Away, Away, with the Bridal Veil.
BY MARY A. REEVES.
AwT, away, with the bridal veil,
1 And the orange gnrlaod fair,
For the smooth young brow is cold and pals
That we dentiuod, these to wear.
And the slender form it still and low.
Which we thought would be this night
A r raved injhose robes of spotless snow
And decked with thole jewels bright.
" We'll wrap her form in the winding sheet,
And a rose-bud white shall rest
(Of her own pure life an emblem sweet)
Ou her cold and pulseless breast.
Her runny locks we will leave as free
As they were in by-gone days,
When she touted them back in girlish glee
From her fair and smiling face.
Oh, then away with the bridal veil
And the orange garland fair,
Tor the smooth young brow is cold and pale
That we destined those to wear.
f And the crimsou lip aud eye of blue
' No longer of lve may speak,
And goue is the trembling, wild-rote hue
That played on bur pearly cheek.
m The angel bands in the world above
Have welcomed a sister borne.
And bright is she in that land of lore,
Where the ills of earth ne'er come.
Awsy, away with the llBuhiug gems
, And the bridal robes of white.
For her brow is girt with a diadem,
And ber rubes are like the light.
But there is one who will see her rest
In her silent beauty there,
With speechless woe in his aching breast,
And a look of mute despair
Be will come with jovful henri to claim
His lovely and youthful bride;
lie will go again,but not as he came
With a soul of joy aud pride.
He will go with weary, weary heart
To mourn for the treasure (led,
To bear in his breast grief's poisoned dart,
And arinh thnt he. too. were dead.
Oh. joy for the young bride, pore aud bright,
w'.l t f i. : U1....I
vi un me auei iejrivu unw,
But woe for him on whose soul the blight
Of a mourner's grief doth rest.
COL. CRICKLEY'S HORSE.
' I have never been able to ascertain the
cause of the Quarrel between the Crickley1
nd the Drakes. They had lived within a aiile
of each other in Illinois for five years, and
from their first acquaintance, there had bee
a mutual feeliiie of dislike between the tw6
families. Then some misunderstanding about
the boundary or their respective larms, reveal
ed the latent flame, and Col. Crickley having
followed a lame buck all one afternoon and
vouuded him, came up to him and found old
Drake and his sons outline him up! This in
cident added fuel to the fire, and from that
time there was nothing the two families did
not do to annoy each other. The? shot each
other's ducks in the river, purposely mistf-king
them for wild ones, and then by way of retal
iation, commenced killing off each other's pigs
and calves. ,
One evening Mr. Drake the elder, was re
turning home wiih his "pocket full of rocks,"
from Chicago, whither he had been to dispose
'oft load of grain. Sam Ilarton was with him
on the wagon, and as they approached flic
grove which intervened between them and
Mr. Drake's house,he observed to his compan
ion !' '
"What a beautiful mark Col.Crickleys'sold
Roan is over yonder ?"
, "Hang ill" muttered old Drake, "so it is."
.The horse was standing under some trees,
alwtit twelve rods from the road,
k Involuntarily, Drake stopped his team. He
glanced furtively around, then with a queer
mile the old hunter took up his rifle.from the
bottom of the wagon, and raising it to his
boulder, drew a sicht on the Colonel's horse.
"Beautiful !' muttered Drake lowering his
rifle with the air of a man resisting a power
ful temptation. "I could drop old Koan
"Shoot." suggested Sam Barton, who loved
fun m any shape.
"No, no, 'twouldn't do," said the old hun
ter, glancing cautiously around him again.
' i "l won't tell," said Sam.
"Wal. I won't shoot this time, any way,
tell or no tell. The horse is too nigh. If
waitfifiy rods off instead of twelve, so there'd
be a bare possibility or mistaking mm lor
3eer, I'd let fly- As it is, I'd give the Colo
nel five dollrs for a shot.!' .
At that moment the Colonel himself step
ped from behind a big oak, not half a dozen
paces distant, ana stooa oeiore mr. ura&e
"Well, whv don't vou shoot ?''
. The old man stammered in some wolds
"That you Colonel. I I was tempted to
declare! And as I said, I'll give you a V
' one pull."
'Say tn 'X' and ils a bargain !"
' Drake felt of hi rifle, and looked at.
"How much is the boss wutht" he muttered
in Sam's ear.
"About 150." '
"Gad, Col. , I'll do it. Here's your 'X !"'
' '. The Colonel, took and pocketed the money.
"Haneed if I thought you'd lake me up."
' With inch glee, the old hunter put a fresh
i rap on his rilfe, stood up in his wagon,
drew a close sight at old Roan. Sam Barton
L chuckled. The Col. put his hand befure
' face and chuckled too. 1
'! "Crack!" wqnt the rifle. The hunter
out a hor.u) oath,' which t wilknot repear,
't. Bam wa,i astonished. SHie Colonel laughed.
' .Old Roan never stirred.
- Drake starred at hi rifle with t face
. black as Othello's. , . .
, "What's the matter with vou. hey t
lima you ever aarved me quite such a trick,
And Drake loaded the piece with
. wrath ana indignation.- '
"People shid you'd lost your nsck o' thoot
. ing," observe thai, Colonel in a cutting
" bf satire.'- ' '
."Who said sot r It's lie I" thundered
.Drake. VI can shoot, :
"A horseatten rods f ha I ha"
Drake was livid. .,
. -i "Look yert Colonel, I ean't stand that J"
v 'Nevefmind, tht Jarta can," sneered
" Col.. Til risk Vou." ' 1 v.
Grinding bit tee'th, Drakt produced tnothei
... MB aollit Bill. ,-,
rtl't flr-V r3 V,T)i!Y ' ' 1 R -Hlfireil
i i hi a. hi i im i - iib i hi ilia l its r -suavfa a , t
BY W. 0. GOULD.
fearless and Tree."
$l,50per Annum in Advance.
EATON, PREBLE COUNTY, 0. JULY 13. 1851.
Vol. II, No. I.
"Here," he growled, "I'm bound to have
nother shot any way." .
"Crack away," cried the Colosrl, pocketing
Drakt did crack away with deadly aim too
but the horse did not mind the bullet m
the least.. To the rage tud unutterable as
tonishment of the old hunter, old Roau look
ed him right in the face, as if he rather liktd
"Drake." cried Sam "you're drunk I A
nrse at doien tods oh, my ye ! '
"Just shut voue mouttn or I'll shoot you I"
Uiundered the excited Drako. "The bulM
was hollow I'll swear. The man lies that
savs I cant shoot ! Last week I cut off a
goose's head nt fifty rods, and I cando it again.
By the Lord Marry, oionei, you can laugn,
but 1 11 bet now, thirty dollars, I can bri g
down old R"an at one shot."
The wager Was readily accepted, lhe
Stakes were placed in Sam's hands, Elated
with the idea ol winning back his two tens,
and making an "X" into the bargain. Drake
carefully selected a perfect ball, and even
buckskin patch, and beaded the rifle.
It was now nearly darn, oui ine oia hunter
boasted of being able to shoot a bat on the
wing by starlight, and without hesitation he
drew a clear sight on old Roan's head.
A minute later, Dnike was driving through
the grove the most enraged, the most desper
ato of men. His rife, innocent victim of his
ire, lay with a broken stock on the bottom of
the wagon. Sam l.arion was too much fright
ened to luiiyh. Meanwhile the gratified Col.,
was rolliiiRonlhegrounu convinced with mulh,
nd old Koaii was standing undisturbed umier
When Drtfe reached home his two sens
discovering his ill-hntnor, and the mutilated
condition of his rifle stock, hastened to arouse
his spirits wun a piecei or news, wmcn mey
were sure would muke him dance for joy
"i learoutl" growled the angry old man.
"I don't want to hear airy news; get awa, or
I shall knock one of yon down I"
"But father, it's sucrj a trick!"
-Bla't you ond your trick 1"
"Played off on the C ijonel
"On the Colonel ?" cried the old man begin
ning to1)o interested. j'Oad' if you've play
ed the Colonel a tnck, let's heat it"
"Well, father, Jed
went out for deer
"Hang the deer,' com
"Couldn't find any
must shoot something; s Jed banged away at
the Colonel's old Rocn-l-shot him dead !"
"Shot old Roan !" thtndered the hunter.
"By the Lord Harry, Ued, did you shoot the
Colonel's old boss 7,'
"I didn't do anythingelse."
"Devil ! devil I" groaned the hunter
"And then." oursuad Jed. confident the
joke; part of the story m ist please his father,
"Jim and 1 propped the horse up, and tied his
head bck with n cord, and left bim standing
under the tree just as if he was alive. Ha 1
ha 1 Fancy the Colonefl going to eaten nun !
hoi hoi wa'nt it a joki t"
Old Drake's bead felon his brest. He felt
for his emntv Docket book, and looked for his
rifle. Then u a rueful tone he whispered to
nd I, this afternoon
to the trick !"
ber, but thought we
ever ypu tell it or if
1 skin you alive I I've
ead horse half an hour
"Iff a joke! But i
you do Sam Barton I'i
been shooting at that I
at ten dollars a shot !f
At that moment Sara fell into the gutter.
Sam bad laughed biinjself almost to death.
Women and Tears.
These two topic are properly put in con-
ne tion at the head ot oui poragrapn, since;
as the logicians-so j, "the latter flows na'.u
rallv from the foriier." As pathos and June
oit nearly oppositdvides of the same thing, so
women cry os easily as they inugn, ana, we
are inclined to lliiek enjoy the latter diversion
quite as much aa the former.' "The luxury
of woe,"a s'imefeiitimeiilniist has called it,
is to them a satisfaction even more intense
than that of making a lover jealous or a rival
envious. Sometimes, indted, crying becomes
an evil, (a enjiig evil, of course,) like any
amusement wheh it is indulged to excess.
Tears.no doubt, rtay be "run into the ground,"
which iscertainlj "carrying the thing too far."
Yet, for real, htartfelt grief, handsome eyes,
whether black or blue, are n l often spoiled
by w eping. At water always finds its level,
the lachrymal fountain usually regulates u-
If, "a wise arovision of nilure," as natu
ralists say. V hen a '"' cries he is either in
deep affliction or drunk. But, fortuiintely,
woman can weep without either gnei or
ebriety. Let tiKin weep. To cloud a woman's
eyes would be'os unkind as it sounds profane.
Let her cry if she likes; she will feel the bet
ter for it ani look none the worse. Tkt
away her rigAto if you will, b t don't deprive
ber of this most beautiful and valuable tcatcr
JTSnipesbas added the following tohis Lit
From snndiinonious mothers, who court for
others from smiling Misses whose only wish
is, to sport, with hearts and their distresses,
pray, deliver us!
.From creaking doors, "confounded bores,"
wife Hint shores protect us !
From wsntofgold, wives that scold, maid
ens too oU, aud to sharpers "sold" preserve
From coolie's gripes, smoke pipes and Mrs.
Snipes deliver us I
From riodest girls, with waving curls, and
teeth of pearls -never minJt
ITTAwae was one day sneaking of two
his acquaintances who had gone west, wriere
new cohere were generally attacked with ague
the firsl season, and said he wenner oi
these Wo men will be afflicted." Why not?"
inquire! a bystander. ''Because," was the
reply 'tone of them is too lazy to shake, and
the otlfer-won't shake uulsss he geU payed
ICTBappiness is a swift-winged fairy, whom
humaa beings have been endeavoring to entrap
for nis, but in vain. Youththinkthatasnrt
time inly will elaps ere it will be within their
grasW; but. as year after year rolls on without
the altainmentof theobiect. hone sink within
the Ifeast.; It does not die, but remains dor
mant! ready to be kindled into new life by
slightest glimpse, of the fairy who once appear-
easonear., . . . , t.
BTThere i often more comfort, mote genu
ine friendship to be met with from sn humble
unpretending friend than from those whose
and professions are placed on
higbter standard j aye, ana more to De ienrneu
too, in the greatest school of all that of truth
and simplicity;. '
,i i . i i I im. ii i torn .
rr Sensitive persons dread to trust what
thty eat their happiness to the hands of others
and so thev withdraw into themselves) forget
ting that love must be generous as well
itrvsnt, or it can never mini iu omce. ,
. f' j.;:r,,,'i ! .!. j v.; . vi
Y;v v: !Vi-:;v''. i'.'v.i; .v '
DEATH IN THE ATTIC.
Darkness rests like a pall 'upon the streets,
which are now deserted. The busy throng
which has swept the thoroughfares until late
et night, Las ceased to flow, and the great
metropolis ho longer throbs its living tide
thrjugh the accustomed arteries. The snow
has lecn falling far an hour, and the sharp
gusty wind sweeps round the corner and goes
wailing down the dim avenues as if sorrowing
for human woe. The lamp lights gleam pale
and sickly out through thestorm. The police
man, or some reveller, and the winds alone
disturb the silence that reigns.
Turn nownward where the lepers of want
and vice aave gathered as ir in sympathy.
The foul crater is active, for its more deidly
fumes ascend in the darkne-sof Hie night.
I'own below the aurlnce ot the eartn, are p ts.
where the ruffianly end the vile are at their
revels. There is a faint deadly glare from the
dirty windows, and in spite of the wintry
blast, an occasional breath of the r im hell
reeking beneath And an occasional ha I ha !
to mingle with the shrieking of the wind,
Here is a dark alley scar e wide enough, to
admit a person; running back where no light
beaks in upon the impenetrable darkness.
The foot strikes a step, and we climb upward
upon a creaking flight ol stairs. The snow
and wind whirl fiercely over the roof and
shako the crazy structure to its foundation,
but we lean closer to the walls, aud mount
Five stories up, and we stand upon the
narro pisiform ond peer down w.th a whin
ing brain into the black ocean below. Turn
ing into a narrow hall we stand before a shat
tered door, revealing a feeble light within.
Even in this winter night, the miasms of pol
lution Hoots through the building like a pesti
lence. What a scene as we enter that chamber !
Here poverty and want reign in their ghostly
loneliness and solitude. The silence of deso
lation broods over all, and the faint lamp light
nickeung to its wane is like the beam which
creeps up from the exhalations of the grave.
There is not u coal in the grate, nor a chair
in the room. The gusts of wind sift the snow
through the cracks by the door, and an invol
untory chi'l steals over the surface and then
into the heart. Starvation, gaunt, pinched,
and spectral, stalks before the imagination and
mingles a toottaii with every gust that rattles
the shattered door. .
And do human creatures dwell in such
abodes as this J
Tbe're is a sound in that dark corner. There
is a sound as if a life of agony were at once
crushed from the heart. And then t spectre
form slowly rises and stalks towards the light.
It is a woman, but God! how thin and hag
gard ! A fiercer gust shakes the old building.
She stands in a listening attitude as its low
wail dies away, and then, wildly staring at
vacancy, takes her seat mechanically on a box
by the light. Her face is thin, and every fea
ture the fool print of unalterable agony. The
eyes are sunken and inflamed, but as tearless
as her cheek and lip are bloodless. The latter
is thin and drawn closely, as if in mortal suf
fering, over her teeth.'
She leans over the waning taper, and takes
a garment in her hand upon which she has
been sewing. How fearfully tearless and calm
she appears. We look until some night-mare
fascination chains us to the spot. Save a
startling wilduesa about the eye, it would not
seem that those features had ever been stirred
by a human passion. She holds her hands
towards the light in the attempt to thread her
needle but fails; and still, with her bauds
distended, ftares at the dim taper.
There is a stirring in the heapof rags beside
her and tl.e woman starts as if stung by an
adder. The faintest flush passes over her
cheek, and she mutters to herself as she hur
riedly essays to thread her needle.
From that heap of rags a boy has come
forth! Child of ten years he stands before
that spectral mother, and in husky whispers
asks for bread. She stares strangely into his
face, and still muttering to herself.
The boy is almost.naktd and shiveringVith
cold, and upon those childish features hunger
has written enough to pierce the hardest heart.
The very look is hopeless, heart-breaking ag
ony. The child bows his head in that wom
an's lap with a sob-like moan, and then moves
with a languiJ step to the g ate, and lays his
fingers already blue with cold, upon the frosty
iron. The chill causes him to start, and he re
turns moaning to the woman. The hand has
fallen into her lap, and the boy lays his cold
cheek uponfit and weeps. She laugh), but it
is the low, horrible ha I ha ! or the maniac.
"Mother, dear mother! give me one mouth
ful of bread. Hain't there enough where Pn
has gone? Mother, will God give me bread
I say my prayers 7
The child kneels, and the prayer his mother
taught him soei feebly up against the wail of
the blast, and then with weanuess anu hunger,
the little pleader falls to sleep on bis knees,
his head on his mothers hand.
That mother smiles as she still stares at
The storm has passed, and the morning
lit'lit of the Sabbath dawns upon the great
city. The church bells are pealing out the
Sabbath melody, and gay throngs of people
are vending along to the ricniy turmshen
churches. Here are shawls which a queen
might envy, and equipages of princely splcn
Enr'y this Sabbath morning, a co'd-hearted
Landlord goes up the lone stairway for the
promised rent and knocks at the door which
the reader lias already entered. He awaits
but a fnoment and angrily enters.
"No playing games with me madam. I hat
itiney or leave. D'ye hear, woman?"
The ruffian was used to scenes of suffering,
but he started back at the one before him.
That pale, haggard woman-'pectre was still
seated by the lamp now burned out, (he gar
ment a id needle in her hand, and that horrible
smile upon her feotu es, and that wild eye
gaznig into vacancy.
The lamp ot life, loo, had waned during
that cold dreary night, and a corpse
there, holding the needle in the emaciated
fingers, and smiling in death. The boy slept
against the rigid and pulseless form of the toil,
hearl-broken, hungered mothei.
That day the officer entered the tireless
chamber to -remove -the dead sesmstress.
that dark corner, where the woman wts
seen, was the husband. . He bad been a corpse
for more than ten days, and she toiling to
starvation, and watching with the shroud
less, unburied dead.
The two found a home and an endless
in Potter's Field, and the pmohed and starr
ing boy bread in the tlms-boute. -
A Genius has invented a spy-glass of won
derful power. He said be looked through
at t third cousin, and it brought him relatively
nearer than any ol hi Brothers, . ,
SCENE IN A PRINTING OFFICE.
"Here. You Mister I Did ypu print that pa
" w oy--t -yes, pernaps. nar, men v
"How came you for to go for to put in that
lie about my aunt I"
"Pray point it out."
"Here 'tis, (reacts) "i warn an personi
against harboring my wife Dorothy as she has
behaved in a very unbecoming manner,' Ac.
Now what do you mean py printing such li
bellous stuff, eh t"
VO' I know nothing abour your annt Doro
thy. You must settle the mailer with your
Uncle Rubab, who signs the notice."
"I mutt, must 1 ? Well I'll see about it."
"I 8sv. Mr. Editr', why don't you blow up
that nuisance that lies here in the street under
your own noe, forever?"
"It is enough forme to smell' it. Good
Can I get you to advertise a lot of things
I've got to sell 1"
"Oh ves is the advertisement ready,
"No can'tyou write it for me ? I'll tell you
what they are. Though, come to think of it, I
must 0 an I see if they are all there. You
can write, I 'spose T"
"The paper is nearly ready tor press."
Well I'll be back in an hour or two."
"What the old Harry's the reason you don't
send my paper ?"
"It's the carrier's fault and his name is
Peter not Harry."
"But if he don't stop and leave it next time,
I will that's oil.'"
"Oh, don't the error shall be corrected."
"You didn't report my sloop, Mister. Ti
sloon Kettle Bottom, from Clam Harbor, Cap
tain Rakes, with a cargo of quawhogs arrived
"That was after the last paper was print
er!." "But you might have got it in, for we laid off
and on a while twenty four hours."
"O, yes. we might; but you should have
got in first."
"Please let me look at your files say about
twenty or eighteen months back. Iwant to find
when old Mrs. Goit died, and who settled her
"Bv all means. There thev are. sit down."
"But vou've got better eye-sight than I.-"
Just look over them for me. It won't take
more than an hour or so. You see I never
knew she was dead, you know and I expect
some of her property."
"Then yon should have tauen me papers
"Well, now and then I borrow one at the
next door, to send off to cousin Malachi and
that answers my turns."
You must stop my paper after to-aay. i
have so much to do that I can spare no time to
"Discontinue mv paper tfyou please, trom
date. Times are so dull that I must retrench
Sixpence a week comes to a whole dollar in
"Stop sending our paper Father's rone to
the Sou-West Indies, and mother sends him
all the news."
"Don't send any more papers to Feter uriev
ous up in the country-,'
fBul who pays his bill L- He is. three years
"Well, I can't help it. You'd better write
Xlavbe he'll Dav. if he can."
"That name in the Marriage last week
wasn't spelt riirht. It should have been Me
hitohls. not MHbitabel. Just alter it next
"0 to be sure. If we tit the belle, we'll
"Mr. Printer Mr ereat Uncle died three
weeks ago, and you never noticed it."
"Howshould I record the event, wunoui ae
ing furnished with the necessary particulars ?"
"tint 1 thought you Knew cvcriuing.
This 1 knu'. thnt his atinev beir woulu
have sent the requisite information to the office
had he been aware that sucn nonces are puu-
"Will there be a war i"
"I guess not."
rn t have some handbills struck off I
I have broucht on a collection of wax figures
as larue as life.
The witch of Endor, King Kicnaru wun
crooked shin and all the other great men.
Please make out a flaming sheet, auoui two
feet Ion?, all full of print. What'U be the
"Two or three ootiars, prouauiy. t
"Oh abominable! Why, I never give but
a dollar." . . .
"Sister brother wadst you to give ner
spoonful bf printers ink to put on a ring-
wormb. . .
"Just call on the apprentice in the printing
office he'll give you some."
"What, Jid Colids, in there i
i, yes. iuium .,Wi,..w
w your Drains out men Bo io iuc .
CBetler wait on the cook than on the doc
Better lose a supper ttnn take physic.
The comic almonac says: "It takes three
spring to make one leap year."
it .:.t .v1.;k;i,i in tt,n.ffnf
nO)'7 U at-IIUWll.il. (..Hiuiiv 3 "
.W.tnil. wn he isa wat ne for t bone.
M o '
Children and chickens must always oe uica-
Drink wine and have the gout; drink none,
and have it loo.
. , ,
Eat little at Dinner, less at supper, sleep
i r, i I . i
did u, anu live mug.
tnrPunch says "Little children aro
lilies of the valleys of life."
n e uus.,iilB ju.t
lnnd nir nut all niL'lit. was bad v lrost-bitten.
:. r. , t..n ti,
XV line l lidjucmij. uu.iimg
crest stamped on a silver spoon
Fast men, like fast livers, rre generally
Oood intentions, like the waxen wings
learus, melt with the morning sun.
' The lady who made a dash has since brought
her husband to a full stop.
The larger the school fund the less the pris
on allowance. . '
Men of profound thoughts and earnest
minds are at great disadvantage With
' Love, charily and science can alone make
bappy and tranquil in this world.
- A godly life is the strongest argument
you con offer to the sceptic.;.
Preaching is of much avail; but practice
. A valentine is the first letter which a young
girl learns iu the alphabet Of love.
Better be the cat in a philanthropist's family
than i mutton pit at a king's banquet.'
MORE CURIOUS INCIDENTS IN JAPAN.
Tfi AmtTinn enn Arrtn rveA it f rtaitrnail
ami locomotive, a dariieireotyping annatatUi.
and an electric telegraph as presents to the
Emperorof Japan. An officer on board writes:
The presents were taken on shore and de
posited in houses built for their reception.
Suitable persons were appointed to learn their
use to the Japanese, lhe railroad was bunt
Circular, making a circle of four miles. The
telegraph they cobH not understand so well.
The daeuerreotyping operation likewise filled
them with wonder. Japan is not so much of
a civilized country alter all. What we have
seen did not come up to our expectations.
Exaggeration, their own exclusiveness and
mystery, have help d to give these peop e a
higher stand than they are entitled to as a
nation. We have found thtrh, when it was
to be expected they would be most effective
in the vicinity of their capital, and the oppor
tunities of a year to prepare, weak and con
temptible. As to the military prowess of the
nation, it is absurd a more whimsical farce
cannot be seen than that exhibited when they
received us on shore. Their miserable at
tempts at display with tawdry flasjs, racged
dresses, and painted canvass, are a perfect
contrast to our neat un norms and solid ranks
they, with a few rusty match locks or Tower
muskets, broadswords, arrows, and such rude
weapons, and the Americans with everything
in the perfection of science and order. The
dense mass of the lower classes are servile to
a disgusting degree, as they may be under the
band of despotism the despotism of the
learned few the peculiar despotism of ,'a
pan, and a perfect system lound nowhere else
on earth. The upper classes, with whom our
inlecoursehss been confined almost exclusive
ly, and by their own policy, too, are possessed
of good manners, and a breeding not unworthy
of civilized life; but a nearer acquaintance
shows them corrupt, immoral, effeminate, and
timid, to an offensive degree.
I am unable-lo give you any information es
to the resources of the country, its productions
or its wants, farther than is now known. My
own opinion that a Jong time will elapse
before anytrade will be carried on; their wants
must first be aroused, before our goods will
find a ready market. The wealth of the coun
try is confined among so few that a demand
for valuable manufactures is very doubtful.
Coal, they say, they have in abundance, and
have sent specimens for our inspection; it is
light ond inflammable, but indifferent and
useless for sea steamers. Of gold and silver,
we see plenty, ai ornaments upon swords and
in their coins. Theirswords, I should remark,
are worthy of all that has been written about
thtm finetemper,liigh polish, and keenedgtd;
the hilt beautifully ornamented with gold and
ailver. The wedge which we have driven in
to Japanese exclusiveness, completely and
forever separates them from their old polioy;
and many intelligent men who visit us. ac
knowledge that they must fall into the spirit
of the see. They already talk of building
vessel on our models, and of visiting different
parts of the worm. The great mass of com
mon people seem remarkably Inendly to us,
but the officers. The Japanese have no hogs,
sheep, ducks, Vo., and but few cattle, which
they never kill, contenting themselves with
fish and vegetables. They eat no animal
The day after the official interview, one of
our marines, who had died on b 'trd ship was
buried on shore, with the honors of war. This
solemn event was not without its effect. It
was on important point yielded by the Japan
ese to ollow this burial; but when consent was
once given up, they entered with obliging
cheerfulness into the arrangements. Home
on shore by a long procession of boats, with
ensigns at half mast, a detachment of his
corns in full uniform met the body ot the de
ceased wi'.h presented arms, and so, "slowly
and sadly they bore bim" to Ins quiet grave.
in a far distant land, mid laid him beside the
bones and dust of the ancestors of a people
who for centuries bad closed their doois and
their soil to the Christian. There in a Japan
ese buryinK firound, the prayers and beautiful
words for the dead were said; the pealing
musketry rang over his coffin, the enrth closed
over our comrade, and we relumed to cu
ship, solemnly and silently. Upon our de
parture, the Japanese priests penormed thei
own ceremonies over the grave, and erected
handsome stone upon the spot.
IT A domestic, newly engaged, presented
hismaster.onemornnigapairoi boots. "How
comes it, you rascal, that these boots are not
of the same length !" "I really don't know,
sir but what bothetsme the most is that the
pair iiown stairs are in the same fix .",
flTAn exchange paper asks very innocently
tons of ages? Another replied that it alide
Js on the k jn(J of selected those from
18 to 25 it puts down as extra hazardous,
tTMarr.ige between persons of the same
age, is an institution of Goi. Marriage be
tween an old man and a young woman is a
institution of the devil.
! A youngster, on coming home from hs first
I , i ,. , , . , , ... , . ,
CI Bl a ""U"'S ii, ucmg eeu whhv
hnn hpn Inn in. run hod. .Iniil 11 in ipilmn
uie bached, and stewed substraction."
0A foundry has been opened up town
iiierepoii mai n senco master cnasi.seo
hov with a raiiroa.! swith is donhtBd.
Why are cashmere shawls like deaf people?
uecause you can't make them here.
tnewind, tind himseirb own oil over town
.. The "n.5n0 courtcJ 8n Hvestigntion,
)t S ot ,af
as good as an affectionate trirl.
e expect not.
The' apostles of error are rever so dange'
ous as when they appear in the guise of gray-
neaueu oiu men
UTThe ripest fruit often grows en
It is the smallest wheel of a carriage
comes in ursr
The learned Fig did not learn its letters
True merit, like the pearl inside an ovster.
is content to remain quiet until it finds
opening. ' - . . . ... :i
The top strawberries are eaten the first.
He who leaves early gets the best hat.
. Pride sleeps in a guilded crown Content
ment in a cotton night-cap.
The most difficult ascent getting up a tub
It its remarkable fact that the letters w-i,-o-n-g,
in invariably piouourtctd vnng.
published every Thursday, morning, is 1 1 1
oorn immediately Brer tfc Pott' Orfice,.))ai&
Street, Eaton, Ohio, at the following rateti
St 60 peraBaiirir,iB aSvance. -
t? 00 if not paid withla the year, end
2 60aftertheyear haieipirfea.
Tbeteratei will btrigidly enforced.
No paper discontinued nntil all trtekiagrl
ire paid, unless it the option Of Ibt publisher
IJ-Allcommuorcatioasaddreiiedto the E8 .
tors must be sent free of postage to instil a'.
terition. r ; - A ' -' r '
BXtfd communication Inserted, fan!esi sc
ortipanieii by a responsible name. -
"I was Young but now am Old".
What a Volume of thought it awakened by
these wdtds of the Did poet king of Israeli
especially whenj a we repeat them, w fini
obr owt Experience corresponding with his.
w e were young long time ago, aud all youth'!
delicious dreamings, and exquisite) hopes, and
Cherished iHnsions have been ourt. We
looked out Upon the world at a air and beau
tiful life-garden, whose every grleh khoot was
to bear solne fragrant flower or luscious fruit.
How we revelled in the anticipation of friend'
ships and lores that seemed to beckon us tr
their bosom! How we rejoiced id Jbe confi
dence oi achievements and triumphs that await
ed us in life! How we built our castles id
the ait with all the assurance which rnerk
ever felt when building on granite ot ada
mant. But we are getting bid. Ofay halts art
sprinkled here and there whete formerly fax
en ringlets toyed and dallied with lhe breeze.
Pains and weakness of body remind us of da
parted buoyancy and vigor; the friends of but
youth are vanished; the. dreams of youth fere
over and gone; the golden haze of the future
has given place to cold, gtay clouds, and win-
try winds moan around the . decaying taber
nacle of flesh. Happy is it for those who
while growing old; have been laying tip a
treasure of sweet and virtuous memoties, and
can look forward to the close of life, as to
lying down to a peaceful night's test in ex
pectation of a bright and glorious morning.
If the sovereign of the universe were ts
uncharitable as his human creatures who in
habit this eartb, the whole human race would
long since have been swept awey in his wrath i
Men who would rend this Union to pieces, be
cause come real or imaginary evil entire into
its Constitution, and has become the object of
their unguvernable hatred, might study with
profit the long suffering forbearance of the
great Ruler. But poor, foolish man makes
but a sort use or the lessons wmcn tee mer-
ful Providence of the Supreme Lawgiver
Insieod of loving, he hates; instead Of cul
tivating charity, he harbors malice and gives
the rein to bis w.rst passions. Instead of
patiently endeavoring to reform evils, he, too)
often is ready to rush into the wildest extrethesi
He follows impulse, when sober reason should
guide. ' '
Mrange too, that the men who hive the leasl
charity, who are ready to pnscrlbe, persecute
nd destroy in the achievements ot their pur
poses, claim to be the most zealous servants
the mast loyal soldiers of the Kihg of Heaven.
Paul once thought he was doing God's ser
vice, when be was a persecutor and fighting
against Uod. In this respect Paul has had
many imitators. In his uncharitableness he
has many followers; in his labors or love but
few, out of the great human family of the
N. Y. Sun.
What is a Fop!
A Mr. Stark, in a lecture before the Youri
Men's Association at Troy, Nt Y., thus de
scribes a fopi ' '
ete specimen ot an out-
s one-third collar, one-
e-fourth walking stick
es and heir. As to bis
s is some doubt: but how
hat ht is the Son of a tai-
confls ecstatic at the smell
e it somewhat nervous, and
The fop is a coi
sixth patent leat
and the rest
or s goose.
of new cloth
to dream of tailors' bills gives bim the night
mare. By h s hair one would suppose he had
bten dipped like Achilles; but it is evident
the goddess must have held him by the head
instead nf the heel. . Nevertheless, sUcb men
are useful. If there were no tadpolos, there
would be no frogs. They are not so entirely
to blame for being devoted to externals. Paste
iiamonds must have a splendid setting to make
them sell. Only it seems to be a waste of
material to put five dollars worth of material
on five cents worth of brains.
ttTW"hat meal is pieasaoter than a Sabbath
morning breakfast at home in the bosom of
your family? The bright sunshine streams
throvtch vour curtained windows, the far off
sound of holy bells, is wafted upon the breeze
and before and around you ate the sweet
smiles of those you love. The cares of the
world ore tempuranlv forgotten, find a brighter
and a holier feeling dawns Upon your heart.
You experience m the full sense of the word
that the Sabbath is a day of rest and prayer,
and the holy influence of the time and hour
Dakes you a better and happier mart.
rxjPhilosophets tell Us that since the Crea
tion of the wotld not one single particle of
matter has been lost. It rnay have passed in
to new thai es. it mav have floated away into
smoke or vapor, but it was not lost, it will
comeback at:airt in the dew or rain, it will
spring up in the fibre of the plant, or paint
ttseir on the rose lear. Through all i'.s trans
formations, Providence watches Jover it and
directs it still. Even so it is with every holy
thought or heavenly desire, or bumble aspi
ration, or generous and self-denying effort. II
may escape our observation, we may De una
ble to follow it, but it is an e ement Of the
m jral world, and it is not lost.
0"A typo of Troy N. Y., was cheated out
of a dollar the other day by a bc)r who offered
him a ring, taying he was from the country
and had no money topsy his fare home. Typd
paid him a dollar, and on Investigating the
value of his purchase found it worth thrte, tr
IT Bunsby says the reason why the ladies
wear such small bonnets, isa just V''' '' !v
deshave of making niture and art cofr.(
having nothing inside of their heads, 'hey pu.
as near to nothing as possible on the outside.
Theb ute !
The best of men are sometime Shott, Va
kno a clergyman who isn't above three feet
and a deacon who never has a sixpence about
him. , -
UtrThe ladies' wear something on the back
of their heads in the shape of an inverted oys
ter shell, and call the same a bonnet.
The man who holds the ladder at the bottom
is frequently of more service than he who it
stationed at the top of it. , .,
Contentment is to the mind what a frame it
to a cucumber sunning It and lifting it even
from a dunghill , .
Men mokt their chief sacrifice to leva
before they marry Women, (pour creatures)
Night-dreamt are the many colored mental
patch-work made from the spare dippings of
The turtle, though brought in at tba trtar
gate, takes tht head of tba table.
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