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From the Louisville Journal.
TO A NEW FRIEND.
BY MARY NEAL.
But few abort month, dear lady,
Have joi ned the regret f ul pa
But a few of our noble lite friend a
Hare yielded to death's cold blast ;
But a few bright Bowers have withered,
- And beneath the snow now bend,
Since far. far down in my heart depths
Thy name was written "friend."
What though In life's lovely morning
Our paths did lie apart.
.We soon forma life acquaintance
When heart responds te heart.
,' What though by the ones that lore thtt
I never have been caressed?
We hare each one of God's own angels
' 1 Upon our bosom pressed !
This, this is the link, sweet lad !
That binds my heart to thine;
For a aorrewing heart has ever
Met a warm reiwwnse from mine.
But when Ratchet mourns her children,
Or the wild wood-dove her young,
, The flood-tide of sympathy
Loops up from heart W tongue!
01 I love (he golden sunbeams
That light this broad green earl j
And I love a heart o'er Bowing
With hope and joy and mirth ;
' But 'tis only wheal stoim cloud gather
And when sorrows o'er us bend,
' That we feel how bright is the sunlight,
. ' . . Or how valued is a friend.
a. Dear lady! not longTve 'known thee,
t. And soon wo again may part ;
But "whatever sties" bend o'er thee.
O! think there is one heart
That loves thee not for the sunlight
Ttinl lirifrtifpntwl OttllT Vl'RrH 1
" "But that both have drank" from the anme dark
1 ' And shed the same bitter tears I
BY ELLA FARMAN.
' 'I have no mother, for she died
When I waa very young ;
"tint her memory still around my heart,
Like morning mists has hung.
Jlanlma, Netta haaVoken a salver full
nr nm: T uh she could be pumsnea
1 . 1 V -.I...
for such carelessness, exciannea i-ena umt,
-V trebly dksiwed girl of sixteen summers,
she entered tils parlor one morning.
"The careless thing!" said the bestiful
frs. Clay. Udh't know what to do with
Jier. It'a an absolute waste to have her in the
"Clare," and the husband, a noble looking
jnan, spoke sternly, "Clara," I csnnot hear
'701 speak thus of my child. She may
rareless, but sheh my child, remember. Yon
'hould keep another servant girl if you wi.'Ti
' the work done properly. Annetta is young
''end unaccustomed to work."
Mr. -Clay," and the wife'i black eyes
parkled, "Mr. Clay, when I became your
"rife I supposed that I could manage
household as 1 chose. But I find I was quite
mistaken. That ugly child of yours wishes
manage me and Lena both. She is perfecjy
disrespectful. No mother can see her only
child thua treated. But you will not permit
m In mannore her at all. Mr. Clay, and
hould be very grateful if you would do
! "I never raw a child act as Netta does,"
1 aaid Lena neltishlv." "She acts very atranii
I l.t her (In the ironing last ninht and she Came
' Hip about twelve, just as I came home
the party, and sat down on the floorand began
t, J and make such a noise, ao I just
.,! my,, tier a whinnine. which silenced
' Then she began to read in that old Bible,
1 never can sleep with a light in the room.
' fil.. will have to slee in the garret after
flut I ounished her this mornirg." and
'little imperious beauty laughed gaily.
twin r..n'i sneech. Mr. Clay'a eyog
slashed more than once, aud he finished
r.i in clienre. As he left the room
- iit ii hiimetr. "I can endure this no loncer
Clara is my wife, lo be sure, but Annetta
lso my child.
ir- naniwd at the kitchen door and welt
'.,;,. llnnn iha rold. hard floor, with
. .niiUn he.ct iMlinu in a chair, lay his (laugh
i. Nutta. R),h had been weening for
. tr.ro. nflitari were on her colorhws cheeks
k m culm now. save the q'-iick
' in n, vin of he low. meek brow,
tremulous quivering of her swtetchil ish
ua. .m.n 1, .n its reddened by toi'. were
lessly clasped together, and a small red
. ! .mid the folds of her Plain calico dress.
Netta sprang up affrighted as sbelieard
.Unr nimhi.il onen. and her cheeks glowed
'-orimsSn as ahe hid the book, in her p cket.
r Bat as ahe saw it waa uer lamer, ner cneeas
nalpil airain and the tears gushed into her
a i... imnliled in the fathers eve as he
tie worn features of the fair girlish race,
the thinnesa of the slender form attired in
1 w.,.. iii.fiitinir costume. "Netta," aaid
, kindly aa he went up lo her nd luid his
on that small head with its mass of
' eurls. "Netta, are yon aick I" Aiqmoa
vte.a hr ni nnt. Then he said
rhild. vou are nale and sick.
jnm whit. lh mnlter 19
o TWea lia rtWfrsgile girl looked tip at
anlh thoaa deeD blue eyea half veiled
( drooping eye-lashes, those deep blue eyes
'like those of her dead mother's which
,v 10 often uplifted to his. ' Then ahe wound
thin white arms about his neck, 'and said
low trembling tone. "No. nspna, 1 don t
i'm sick but I am so weak that I can scarcely
-1 stand on my feet. Ob, pappa," anl ahe
. After a moment'! ailrnce Mr. Clay aaid
' up into one of the parlors and lie down on
' loonce. Do aa I tell you, Netta hereafter.
-" "Yel. papa," said Net's at. the sme
shivering with terror, "but don't bait m to
there I tsne win rjea; me ii i oo,
"Beat ycu, Netia I Who will beat yon
1 Jin. f" mkeil he tenderly.
' Netla heailaied moment an3 then
J' 'tremblingly--"Ttiey aaid they would beat
.n ri.atk. aTtn if I told you of it. But
XSlay,, msromn, I mean, and Lena whip
. cruelly very aay.'
"What (or Netta V aaid be in a calm
through his eyea flashed fiercely. .
' ' tn'tliiiow, papa," ho refilled
IJ)r ItyJlf JllUvJ JlL& il a
BT L. 0. GOULD.
'Fearless and Free
$l,50per Annum inAdvance.
EATON, PREBLE COUNTY, 0. SEP. 20, 1855.
Vol. 12, No, 14.
Ui,iv i VHirriiiv I went into the narlor to
look almy mamma's picture, and I stepped on j
an ottoman to see plainer, and then Miss Lena
came in and Mixed my eara tiara ; an j una
me to go out; and Miss Lona's mother
came in and told me never to come up there
again, but oh, I did waul to see mamma s
picture ao bad, and ueiore i mougni i toiu
Miss Lena il was my own papa's parlor, and
that I had a better right there than she, at.d
then they whipped me and shut me up in t le
The red blood rushed i" a fiery tide to .Mr.
Clay's cheeks, but he restrained himself and
said calmly, "You should have told me of this
"Don't blame me for it, papa." said netta
imploringly. "Thty would have killed me,
and besides I didn't think you would care.
Miss Lena said you didn't ere anything about
me, now that you married her handsome molh-
T. AllU UiOUgW you uiun i tlliim papn, iui
you never come and talk with me as you used
to. There hasn't been anybody to love me
sinoe mamma died, has there," and the blue
eyes uplifted to his very earliest.
The father eared mournfully down on the
nale sweet child he held in his arms, and as
he remembered all bis neglect of her for two
years, he almost snuauereu. mm
moment of silence the imae,e of his dead wife
seemed to raise up from the far country grave
in which he hud laid her, and stand belore
him. And the dead blue eyes, iust like those
of the chilil, gazing up at him, had a saddened
look lingering in their depths, aw toe oeau
lips wore a reproachful expiession, and a
spirit voice seemed to say in low upbraiding
tones, "Hast thou lorgotien tne paie i-u.m
lell as an only remembrancer" ilie miner
sighed as the sod vision faded awoy and l.e
bore the pale little Netta up into one oi ine
gorgeous parlors and laid her by the glowing
lire on a pillowy lounre, wnere sue tuuiu sec
s sweet, girlish face gleaming out of a frame
the face-ol her dead inoiner.
As Netta loid there in the luxurions still
ness, the sou eyes iiiuiepiuicwuKu
angels eyes and the red lips wore a seraph
smile, and the golden hair seemed like acrown
Albert Clay was only twenty-two when he
married a gentle girl with winning ways.
Ten summers Annetla Lee blessed him with
her love, and then faded from earth, leaving
one little girl-Netta to cheer his loneliness,
l Tin vears he nveu alone in ri is smieir ...on-
Inn tiiih Neita and his widowed heart. But
after a long communion with himselt, ne re
solved to marry some lovely, amiable woman
to be a mother to his little em who was ie
years old. After carefully studying the char
acter nf his female acquaintances, he found
none among Ihem ao gentle and amiooie,
sympathising wun him, the weonny wiuuwci,
idolizine his motherless douehter, os the
of beautiful widow, Clora Arlington. And her
only daughter Miss Lena a beautiful girl
fourteen, oved ivena so iieariy, bi"jj
l.pr-nh. it was all so lasnnainiK inai ine rw.i
lr. Clay married Mrs. Ainnf ton, ana toon ner
nd Lena from their small cottage to his state-
For a few months the utmost deferenca waa
aid lo Mr. Clay's slightest wis Iks, and nun
Netta was petted more than ever; she was
Iwava rich v dressed and Kept in ine purior
id when visitors paid fashionable calls,
limiiiirnl Mrs. C ara wou d point 10 ner ami
l.ni ami sv "Mv two darling dtiugliiers i
nr aliv when Mr. (J av was nreseni.
i ' . .. i m
won' nn nii w as marriaue uens. miu
Clnv r.iitiEratulated himself on possessing siif
: ... . ....i.. r...v
ficien( sense to have seiecieu sucu a wnc num
ihR mnltiiudes of maidens, todies and discon
solate widows, and scheming daughters who
ml crowded his oath "thick as leaves in vai
But afiera while there began lobe a change
Mrs. Clay and Lena did not always wears wee
umiif-n ami iii intonation of their voices
J l.... Vail.
nut luinva thfc nriif.ai: anu buiijciimw
was not as joyous as she had been at first,
face was paler and sadder, and she w a
nw.ro nlninlv dressed: and notsoniuch in
nnrlon. Thus matters went on and Mr.
i - . . . . . .la L
imivr caw hn motherless e ri save in
fhni. ami h Khlom went there, his mind
n nccnnieil bv business cares and his beaut
rnl hr i . hiI fur a nnir While ne um inn
ii- hr ihun. Kut when Clara ond Lena
both openly abused her, his fatherly feelings
wm touched, and the old love for Ins chili
awoke, anc at last he saw Ins mistake in mar
vine, but two late. Yet he determined
they should not abuse the only child of
It waa a chilly, rainy day, and everything
limited ilismnl anil cheerless ill the City. Lla
and Lena sat in their rich boudoir where
blazing fire glowed redly in the grate mane
warm and cozy. Netta was there, too, lor
Clay laid down strict orders, and they did
lare disobey them oy senuing ner mm
kitchen, and now the wore as costly robes
Miss Lena did, and was provided with
Netta was readin. anchlybouml boon
za Cook' Poems. For she in her lonelines.
had found a deep love for a.l thot was oeauu
ful.and poetry to her was as stars are lo
intra far out on the pathless sea. Netla
altered much in two months, mere was
soft light in her eye a rosy flush on her cheek.
and the wearied toil worn iook nu uiu..:u,
but the tmile on her lips was aiwoys sou.
Mrs. Clay in a brocade dressing robe, was
on a sofa, reading "Uucle Tom's Cabin"
and weeping over the misfortunes of hliza
for Mrs. Clay hadone of those peculiarly
heads which could sympathize with all
ii lap murmur .
Lena sat in a richly cushioned rocKing
hn., with her naiterns. zenher worsted
But ahe soon threw Ihem down, petusniy
exclaiming. "There, i can un noumig
until I have two more SKeins 01 mat pmuui.-
tar inrlet and two more of thai light azure.
What shall 1 do t 1 ought to fini.b it for
"I don't know what you will do.
did vou select ?" asked the mother,
up frmn her reading.
Atone of the further shops on Broadway,
replh-d Lena. "I must hove some more
ely some way."
"You will have to go, Annetta," said
Clay, "the girls are all bjsy down stairs
cannot beapared, and Lena's health is too
to think of going out in such
weather, and the worked must be had
Netta rhuddered aa she shut her entroncing
book and looked out on the cheerless
and u,i at the leaden aky from wnicn me
com. steadily down, and not one lady pede-
than to be ..en on ihe atreet. "Ah, it
so fast and It will be tucb bard walking,
"Nonsense, it is nothing for stout
gtrl like you. sa
from her book
id Mrs. Clay, without looking I
"Whv nut wait till nana comes home: he
will get them for you," said Netta pleadingly.
"You indolent thing!" exclaimed Lena im
periously. "Go get Hum quick, I cannot wail
till night. Don't ait there hesitating.
Netta cast a shivering glance a) the stormy
sky but she knew it would be useless to re
monstrate for her father was not there. As
she arose, Mrs. Clay handed her a thin brnnlia
shawl and a common bonnet. Netta glanced
at them and said, "oh, don't send me out so
thinly clad. Il is very cold, let me wear my
"Hush, eirl," imperi usiy said Mrs. Cloy,
to bumor you would take hall my husband's
"1 wonder papa does half so much for you as
he does," said Lena.
"He is my own fir-pa," aaid Netta, "and he
loves me as much as he does those he shelters
beneath his roof.
"Mrs. Clay sprung to her feel m a passion,
exclaiming, "Ycu sancy thing! How dare you
sneak disrespectful of me or Lena ! Go on
vmir errand immediately:" and the ihinly clad
motherless girl was sent out in the rain to per
form a trifling errand, which required her to go
to the other end of liroodway, and the step
mother and step sister sit on a luxurious bou
d )tr, reveling in sumptuous elegance.
Mr. Clav passed out of his rich store on
Droadwav, and walked hastily along the pave
menl, thickly and warmly clad in his heavy
over-coat and fur cap, a large umbrella shield
ine him from the blinding sleel and rain. As
passed a lofty dwelling with huh mar
ble steps, he heard a moan strangely low and
plaintive, and he murmured some poor beg
net eirl, l suppose: pity lur a gin out in mis
Then low moans and sobs rose up and fell
on his ears. He stood irresolute. The wind
blew the rnin and sleet harshly in his face.
He thought of the warm, pleasant sitting room
t home, with its soil carpet and crimson cur
tains and velvet lounges and cushioned lock-
ng chairs. He thought oi the warm Kiss with
which Netta would meet Irm. I hen like
tailing voices bidding him to turnback, came
hose plaintive mouns, and in a moment he
stood by the marble stepsof the lofty dwel
i he girl was half sheltered by an umbrello,
beneath il lie caught a bright gleam of geor-
eous cashmere. Whocoulo lie moaning on
those marble steps robed in such r:ch material'
He hastily I ti the umbrtllu from lh clasp oi
lie red, siiffened fingers; but the girl, a slen-
tr thing, lay with her lace down on the cold
white marble. She did not see the man by her
side, but moaned on, and Mr. Clay could hear
faint childish voicesaying "Oh, papa come
nd take me home: 1 shall die here, in this
Oh, why in those low, touching tones was
there a familiar sound, a household tone thai-
thrilled Albert Clay s heart with a vague, in
distinct sense of pain? In a moment the shiv
ering childish form was cla.speN! in his arms.
Then the pale, wet lace, wun us latin, wnue
features met his gaze. It was Ins own daugh
ter Netta ! For a moment all was dim befuie
his eyes, and the stiong man sank faintly on
the marble steps where his child had lain in
agony. Then he saw the parcel ol worsted ly
ing on the pavement, and he comprehended il
all, and he was nerved again. As he clasped
Netta to his heart she opened her blue eyes on
him and as they resled on the saddened Isce
bending tenderly over her, she murmured Taint
ly - "Is it you, papa f Oh, I am tlad that ou
have cume lo take me home. Tale me home
to mama my angel mamma," and a tiny arm
was clasped ti.htly about his neck, and a gold
en head rested confidingly iu his bosom. Net
ta was unconscious
Then the father went on, merely pausing
order a physician. He hastily went up the
steps of his mansion, entered wunoui ringing,
and with his heavy overshoes and dripping
hat, he entered his wife's rich boudoir aud laid
Netta on a sofa.
Lena and Mrs. Clay grew icy pole. They
saw a pull foldiug tightly around their future.
"Here is a specimen oi your love towards mv
child. See your work, you heartless, cruel
woman," said he sternly, as he glanced
the first time upon them.
The doctor came at last. Netta fell into
Giiiel slumber, which soon changed into a bro
ken, troubled slumber, nod her cheeks began
to glow with the crimson light of fever heal.
Al intervals she awoke, muttering incoherent
sentences. And ut the red light of dawn
she was raving in delirium All day through
thai hushed, darkened chamber, rang Nelta's
voice pleading at limes, then in frightful
tones like those of a wounded bird: then sof
tened down to a cadence low and mild as
flow of still waters. Then sne would moan
again, and her earnest voice would be heard.
"Uh, mother, H is so cold, and tbesnawi
very thin, let me wear my cloak. 1 hen
would sob with oulsiretchcu arms, "Uh, papa
come and take 'me home. The wind blows
and it miiis very hard. Come after me,
owu p. pa, I cau go no farther."
r,,i ,,t, i
The m siic hour of midnight had come
ils inyitiioussoltiniiiy. Within Mr. Clay's
in nision all was hushed. There was no
binniiigMiVe in Ihe chamber of the dying Neita.
Netta was calmly sleeping. The hectic
that had flushed her cheek had utterly
away, and it was us snowy wr.iie as Ihe jiniow
on which il tested. Her eyes were shut
her golden curls lay in beautiful confusion
over Ihe nilluws and her tiny hands
clasped above her head. The fathers trem
bling finger's lay ou the pulse of one small
wrist, and the doctor's on the other. "Can
she live, doclor ?" eagerly asked the father.
"She is wakine now,'' aaid Ihe doclor.
Slowly the large blue eyes unclosed,
liehl was as serene as the azure ol an uncloud
ed summer sky, and as Ihey sought her father,
a seraphic smile wreathed her lips, and
childish face rhone as if angel wings
shadowing it with their divine presence.
she said. "1 have been away, haven't
"No. Netta." waa Ihe reply, "you
been on the bed, and your own papa has
watching beside you."
"Bui I hv been away," she said earnest
ly, "Il was a very bright beautiful place, where
I heard sweet, lowoices. and they whifpered
In me that it was ihe city of Light, where
never was any clouds or storms, and there
a long, wide, golden river there, a river
flownie void, and beautiful trees rose by it
voices, sweet as the flow of ihe river's
whispered that ihey were the Irees of Life.
And 1 saw Ihe aneels. nana, and they
white, and they had crowns of sunlieht
I I ...III. u I, . n I . ,!,.. mtt.la m 1 1 I f
mm go., en .,B.F, -..
And saw mamms, am 1 b asked me to
rain, and live in the city of L.ghi with her. 1
moth-. go. moy I Pot, papa?" Earth is dark
Irlnnda and cold with storms. You Will
healthy bid mu stay, will you I
The eily is warm
bright forever, papa," and Netla'a eyes were I
gloriously bright, and her face glowed with an
unearthly beauiy, anu sireiigm was uera even
as if ancel arms upheld her.
wnispereu "it is tne
Th-n Doclor P
tvmiitrrniia beauty of death
As if all earthly sounds were hushed, the
father gazed upon ha, child and murmured,
"It is the angel beauty. Heaven's gates arc
opening, and me glorious ngni nurauum m
brilliant noons, sinning nwwn upon mv tmm,
lighting up the V alley and bhadnw ol ucaiti.
Then earth thoughts came, and ben ims over
and kissing Netta's half departed lips, he said,
"Is tbe city so beautiful ihatKetta must needs
go away and leave papa amid the cold tern-
Then INetia a arms roiueu mm m son cm
brace, and she said, "Popa I must go. The
anuels are unfurling their wings for flight, and
they whisper, "Netla, come," I must go papa;
mamma is beckoningandlmastnol linger. Do
you not hear tbe rustling ol me aneers wings
limi am tn hear me awav. Mama is by the
eale-eood bye, papa, papa," and the lillle
golden head dropped on his bosom, :he inteas-
In hn ant eves shui. I lie lonz lasnes lay mil
lion less on the marble cheeks and the orms
loosene i their clasp about ihe faiher's neck.
Netta was dead. In the mysterious mid
night the meek spirit of the motherless girl flew
up from the dim stormy earlh, and the angels
wilh starry wings bore her through the Eden
gaies in the city of light, and she shall go no
more out forever.
That nieht Mr. Clay spoke stern words to
Clara ar.d Lena, and sent them back to Iheir
oldkome; and soon a divorce would part them
c.revpr. And those euiltv ones, upon whose
suulihe blood of the. Motherless tiirl rested
n.in 1.1 not comnlain for the indnment was iu-t.
The next day tender, careful hands robed
Netta in spotless while, and stiewed pale,
scented blossoms and green leaves in her cof
fin, and after a holy sermon the lone father
bore her away from the noisy, dusty city, inio
the green, blooming country, and buried ner
by her mother s grave, ptanieu a moss roie oy
the white marble slab ou which the inscription
AGED TWELVE YEARS,
WE LOVED HER AND SHE DIED.
He wet the sod with tears, and ere the flow
ers of another summer lit up earth with their
colored radiance, he was away in the distant
His Netta sleens there in the quiet country
grave and the blue birds sing in the locust
above her grave; and the moss rose uinomson
the green sods which lay on her coffin, the
goldm sunlight sleeps in its pink blossoms!
the brook's quiet water gush near her, and
the mournful cadences hum a tow dirge ior,
the Motherless Girl who slteps on its shores.
But all, all must Die !
The season of flowers is beginning to open
in this northern climate, and who is not lonu
of their quiet beauty end sweet fragrance?
The tart v snrines brines forth the modest wild
flowers of ihe hill si le, which blooms for its
season.and fades and withers away, and gives
place to its successors, and it to another and
another, until the close of the series, each
succession, in its day, is equally perfect in
form nd beauiy, and lint and fragrance, ac-1
cording to its natuieand race all equally dis-;xne
playiug the wontleriul perieciiou oi inai ni-
it hi v nower which has created all things,
from the world we inhabit to the rose and vio
let. How strikingly emblematic of human life
are the flowers of the garden and the field
One in low. modest and simple: mother
' tower mi;, eaudv, and ostentatious, une
te in tini and rich in fragrance; another:
wing in colors but wholly scentless.
One is hardy and r nduring under any stage
the seasons; another is dt-ticute and sensitive,
and shrinks from Ihe shade and withers ot the
loucb. Yet all spring up and bloom, and lade
and die, some in one stage of existence and
some in another. So with human life. The
shades anil casts of character are as various
the tints and Iragrance of the flowers, and all
fade and die some in infancy, some in the
budding seasons of youlh, some in mature life,
and some by the frosts of age; but oil, all die,
and, os with flowers, the autumn and winter
of years close the series wilh one generation
lo make room lor another. Silas Wkiuiit.
Tu his niece, 13 years old.
A Love Letter.
The following letter was written by a Brit
ish officer, during the Revolution, loan Aine
ricon l.oly :
"Do I love thee t Oh, dearest, the b?amof
thine eye is the light of my Hie. 1 witiip
thee. '1 hy smile is the joy ot my existence
thy voice the music of my soul. hen
hand lies in mine, on I thy breath is upon
ehrek. everv nene vibrates with ecstasy,
the deep pulsation of Ihy bosom thrills
wilh a respousivu uevotiou inai uusuius
who e beme.
"I would hove thee as pure as an angel
I might embrace thy imat. in my heart and
bow before it as the idol of all my joy
hope, while thy enduring and full Direction
should elevate and sanctify my adoration un
til il tionscended human sentimenl, and par
look of the holy love symbolized in the flow-,
ers of porndise ot the down of creation.
V ... .. r. . i.ll I...!
This, the woriu win can ireuzr, nan inui-
... ii it. unriil mil it what it mav it
.. ' 1.1.
Ilie wiiiiu ui'ii 61. fc.
"Then love me, dear, with all thy strength
with all Ihy truth, wun ill thy constancy,
lorever more in pleasure and in sadness
1 ...1 ... n. .,H. . r ,mi nvtr in. hI
l,.ve r.ierce the cold turf and unite with
spirit that lingers lo join Untie in its flight
realms oi eternal unss.
The Craft. One of the most econon.ioal
"Jour." printer we ever saw, was one
Imd not room in tha line to spell out the
of "Jesus Christ" in full, but in order to
trouble condensed the title ihus "j t,iir."
T here was brcoilU in H, inueeo, uui uu iiiuun
Z, " We .u,Lse it was more the
: lih..ii,.li M.inr
oi laziness inn. urc w.a --b-, J'--
printers, as a cass, uoir i .0y umm bu
0-7- A young man and a lems.e once atop-
ned at a country tavern,
nea ranee exciied the family,
ii conversation wun ine .cumi
how fnr she had travelled. 'Traveled!'
the straneer somewhat iudignaull,
didn't travel we rid."
. . ' . . .
.: IK. ,umalA IW .1...
a conversation win. u.c khibis vj .......i..ft
fJTAn editor in Ohio lima writes to
nubscriber. "We hope our friends will
look our irregularities for the pan iwo weoKc.
We are now permaui.y locaieu ... ine
nil : with sufncieut force to insute the
lar issue of out paper for the future.
Non-Suiting a Creditor.
There was a certain lawyer on the Cspe a
long time ago, the only one in those "dig
gings" then and for ought I know, at present.
He was a man well to do in the world, and
what was somewhat turprisiug, in the limb of
the law, averse to incur litigation. One day a
client came in to him it a violent rage.
"Look a here. Squire," said he, "that are
blasted shoemaker down to the Pigeon Cove
has gone and sued me for the money for a pair
of boots I owed him."
"Did the boot suit you?"
"Well, then, you owe him the money hon
"Wall, why don't you pay himt"
"Why' cause the blasted snob went and
sued me, and I want to keep him out of his
money if I kin."
'It will cost you something."
"I don't care for that."
"How much do you want lo go on with?"
"Oh, ten dollars will do."
"Is that allf Well, here's an X, so go
ahead," and the client went on very well sat
isfied with thebeginntng. Uurlawyer nextday
called on the shoemaker and asked him what
he meant by instituting legal proceedings
against M .
"Why," said he, "I Itnew he was able to
pay, and I was determined to make him.
That's the long and short of it."
"Wei', said the lawyer, "lie's alwaysb n
a eood customer to you, I think you acte I too
hastily. There's a trifle lo pay on account of
your proceedings but 1 think you had better
take these five dollars end call il square."
"Certain, squire if you say so, and glad lo
git it," was the answer. So the lawyer lorn
over the V and kept the other.
In a few days his client came along and
asked him how he got on with his case.
"Rapidly," cried the lawyer, "we've nou
suiied him! He'll never trouble you."
"Jerusalem! that's ereat! I'd rather gin (if
ty dollars than had him got the money for them
boots." Spirit oi i ne t imes.
Three things that never become rusty: The
money ol the oenevoteni, me aiioes un
butcher's horse, and a fretful tongue.
Three things not easily done: To ollay
thirst with (ire, to dry the wet with waler,
please all in everything that is done.
Three things thai are as good as the best:
Brown bread in famine, well water in thirst,
and great coat in winter
Three things as good as their better: Dirty
water to extinguish 6re, an ugly wife lo a blind
man, and a wooden sword to a coward.
Three things that seldom agree: 1 wo cats
over one mouse, two scolding wives in one
home, and two lovers of the same maiden.
Three things of a short continuance:
hov's love, a chin fire, and a brook's flood.
Three Urines' that ought never to be from
home: The cat, the chimney, and the house
i Three essentials lo a false stcry teller:
good memory, a bold face, and fools for ou au-
i Three things seen in the peacock: Thegarb
1 0f an angel, the walk of a thief, and the voice
of the devil.
Three things that are unwise to boast of:
flavor of thy ale, the beauiy of thy wife,
and the contents oi tny purse.
Three miseries of a man's hous?: A smoky
chimney, a dripping roof, and a scolding wife.
A Boston Liquor Trial.
A man named Parker was Iried in Boston,
is rew uays ago, ior nummis mc un. mu.
Law, when a witness testified in this wise:
"Have you drank anything at Mr. Parker'i
within the last month!"
"Have you drank anything else?"
"Any rum, or brandy, or gin?"
"What did you drink?"
"I don': know."
"What did you call for?"
"I called for Frank Pierce."
"Did you get it?"
"What did it look like?"
"It looked like Frank Pierce."
"What did it smell like?"
"It smelt like Frank Pierce."
"What did il tte like?"
"It tosted like Frank Pierce."
"Mr. Witness on youroalh, wlul do
believe you drank?"
"I beiieve I drank Frank Pierce."
i Amid a general explosion, in wincn
C,.ur, anj i,iry and bar joined, the District
1u( snjd U) ,js assistant, Mr. Hurner,
thy tllS ma's witness fee, and let him go;"
my he wenU
You were there, dear reoder. remem
ber all the circumstances of tht occasion.
was not now or then, here nor there; it
neither my w edding nor your own; but that
some vou ne friends who hod been drown
the co:ds of love and the prospects and
ises of the future, to take each oiher "for
a ... ft 'i'l.,.. tnnfi i. v r
ter or ui woioe. i u-y w
i Hie oath of reality, ond pledge to each other
ln.ilnn; tnr. .11 .11. Illltl fll'fltll IMVIiIh.
mm --- - -
s twain were made one after Ihe form ol
pUh law. as ' hev had lone been by the hieher
of ihtir own hearts. Theslrone man, in
1; .1 ......
vigor 01 ins year?, rucugca i mi
; ms uenig i um.hi --e
, woman, who offers him in return Ihe
thtf 01 OI lltt U ISU lieu mieriiuna. . iniu un
a hi oris goes up the involuntary prayer
to Mess you
: r, . . , . .
result, lu8 " "e" 10 'ours
Go try the palhs of life together,
remembering that it is not toys oione inni
enter in the common stock of your life
To divide the burdens of our
condition and to scatter light upon Ihe
of each other's sky, is the hither and
mission of such as you ore now. God
you, :oo, sorrowful, vet rejoicing mother,
you give to another the glad beau wnicn
IM - - - - - -
, ,, .B11B,in.0h. childhood ! how bleasan
. ",,"-.,, how nure bow deliehlfu
ihy enjoyments.' We look back
I u uh nioasinp. for our happiest liouis
- - ... . '. we 50ln5linle,
"i" ... ...... . ,...,. ii,.
,t while memory busily retrospects npi
. ..Aorpriii iinur have
1,1.1.... LdU.U IIIUW .v.n.i ... . .- - -
IX Pieces of red paper, cut in the shape
I mi. nu e. were seen lying 111 me streets, in
r,..iii nana of the city at Louisville, on
morning of the late election. Tlwy are
of the order, and when a member
Ihem he is caned upon uy ins oam as a
ii,ii,,ni.. io arm uiii'seu. anu iuu .o ...w
1 ' r.rt" ':. ;, .ctM
son and murder,
Rates of Advertising.
One rquare (or less) 3 insertions, 11:00
" Each additional insertion, , 26
Three mntitha, .... 3:00
' Six months 6:00
,i iveive months, ... 8:00
One fourth of a column per year, 16:00
hair " " " - 1.8:10
column ... S0:00
All over a square charged as two squares.
UTAdverlisemenU inserted till forbid at
the expense of the advertiser..)
Executed at this office with neatneta and de
spatch, at the lowest possible rules.
JOB WORK Pen, Paste & Scissors.
OTWhen day broke what became of the
rjTSome lay fellow spells Tennessee after
this fashion 10ac.
XTBe the wmm to your friends both in pros
perity and adversity.
ttrThe fellow who "cracked a joke" has
tent it to be repaired.
frHe that loses his conscience has noth
ing left north keeping.
17 What kind of a docter would a duck
make ? A quack doctor.
ITT At Indianapolis they have dancing
choul kept by Mr. and Mrs. Shanks.
rrrWhv would tying a horse loa pesl seem
to improve his pace 1 Because it would niaka
ffrTheold bachelor who had been wait
ing for the "lapse of ages" has finally tried the
laps of young Udies, and is quilepltased with
Cuse Foa Love. Hide in a closet and lisle
to a conversation between a couple who have
been married a year, while they think them
UA well known gent having been arrested
for stealing a gold watch, gave as an excuse
that he was unwell, and the doctor advised
him to 'lake something.
Too Late. 'My dear sir,' said a candidate
acccosting a sturdy wagon the day of election,
'I'm very glad to see you The wag replied,
'Yuu necdu't be I've,' voted.
(irA bachelor the otliermorning remarket'
that wives who use the needle are like the en
emy spoken of in the parable they tew taret
while the husbandman sleeps.
(CT Aa old divine said to young preacher,
who had just preached a innon -of the in
tensely horrible order. 'Vou are too flowery.
and your flowers are the fljwers of sulphur."
IT A parson reading funeral service at the
grave, forgot the sex of the deceased, and asked
one of the mourners, an Emerulder, 'Is this a
brother or sister?' 'Neither,' replied Pat
'only a cousin.'
flT'Sam, why am your head liVede moon?
Tse give dot up, chile I prognosticate.' 'Be
cause it is supposed to be inhabited. Yah,
yah! Sam turned up the while of his eyea and
scratched his wool!
0-A learned Judee, after hearing a florid
discourse from an ambitious young liwer, ad
vised him to pluck some of the realtors from
the wint.8 of his imagination, and put Ihem in
Iris tail of his judgment.
CTA coxi omb, talking of the transmigration
of souls, said, 'In the time of Moses, I have
no doubt I was the golden calf.' 'Very like
ly,' replied a lady ,- "lime has robbed you of
nothing but the gilding."
XTlt is currently reported that there is an
editor in Boston who shaves every morning,
puts on three clean shirts a week, wears good
hats, and wears his boots always blacked! It
is evident that the man is insane.
ItTA stranger was passing a house where
there wos evidently a funeral, a coffin sitting
near the door. Perceiving an honest son of
Erin hard by, he inquired wbo wos dead.
"Well, sure an' I'm not positive," says Pat,
"but 1 believe it's ihe jiutlemaii in the coffin."
f)fDon't attempt too much. Knives that
contain 90 blades, 40 cork screws, and a boot
jack, are very seldom brought in to action) aud
for this reason, in attempting toomuch they
have become so clumsy and ponderous that
men of small patience can't "get the hang" of
fty-A lovesick young man is a pitiable ob
ject. His ideas are centered upon ringlets,
blue eyes, spotted muslins and such like dan
gerous attractions. Kents, marketing, doctor's
bills and other incidentals to matrimony never
enter his liead.
O'ln the year 1784 the Legislature of Penn
sylvania, to abolish a practice then prevailing,
pas.-ed the following resolutions, alter consid-
rable opposition, i bat cereal ler no mem
ber, shall come into the chamber barefooted,
nor eat his bread and cheese on the steps of
(TfA lady said to a geul'emon who had ac-
rompouipd her and her sister to church.
Why, it rains send and get an uniurelia.
"Why," said the beau, "vou ore neither
sugar nor salt, rain will not hurt you."
"No,"' said the lady, "bur we aic jssaes."
He sent for one immediately.
rT"It's quite too bad of ye Darby, to say
your wile is worse than the ticvn.' 'Ana
plozt your riverence, I can prove it by the
Holy Scripture-1 con, he the powersol muu :
Didn't your riverence, in a serinin yesterday,
tell us that if we resisled the devil he'd flee
from us f Now, if I resist my wife she flica
at me I'
iWOiie of the townsmen meeting with ore
of tlie strolling organs plavers, wos inc'ined to
engage in conversation with him and asked
What nail in the grand Crania of life do you
'I mind my own business,' was the bnei and
trr'Ma.' said a young miss lo her mother
the other day, 'what is emieralmg r
'Emigrating, dear, u a young lady going to
What is colouration, ma !'
Colonization, denr, is marrying there and
having a family.'
'Ma, I should like to go lo California.
(P"Vell, Pat, my good fellow," said a vic
torious general to a brave sun of Erin, after a
battle, "and what did you do to help us gain
this victory?" "Do?" replied Pat, "an may
it plare yer honor, I walked bouldly up to one
of the inimy and cut off his f ul..' "Cutoff
his fool land why did you not cutoff his head?"
asked tl e general. "Ah, an' faith, that waa
off already," said Pat.
JTA young lady from thu country being in
vited to o party, w as told by bar city cousin
to fix up, and put her best tool imerooat, in
order to catch a beau 'she looked so gieen
iu her co'intry aitire.'
Tha country damsel, looked eemietlly into
the face of htatbr faded relative and K,
"Heller green that? withered,'